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slushycoookie · 9 months ago

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Between Two Worlds ~ Miguel O'Hara x Stripper! Reader (Pt.5)

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★ Content: Miguel is so smitten, it's serious. You two also go on a few more dates. The topic of the nature of your relationship comes up. Dana appears...again...

★ A/N: Hey, hey sorry this chapter took so long to come out. And is short! But I wanted to make sure I put this out before I start Kinktober. So enjoy!

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Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the date last night.

Even as he mindlessly scanned the row of paint cans, looking at his phone for the exact color his mother wanted. Eggshell white and Bahama blue. Yet, he was seeing none of those colors.

It didn't help that his mind kept lingering on you. Reminding himself about how pretty you looked last night. Your beautiful body hugging that dress. How soft you were when you kissed, taking in your full lips to sear it into his memory. It took Miguel almost a hour to convince himself to remove the trace of lipstick from his lips when he settled down last night.

He missed you. He wanted to see you again.

It was clear you did too when you sent him a voice message this morning, saying those words after the usual good morning. Your voice low as if you just woke up, but still sounding just as beautiful.

Miguel needed to focus. His mother wouldn't tolerate him messing around in the store, especially since the exact colors he was looking for were in front of his face the whole time.

He couldn't help but be grateful to his mother for giving him something to do. Otherwise, Miguel would be lying in bed thinking about you all day. He needed you to occupy his space day and night. Be close to you. Touch you.

It gets so bad he wonders what it would be like if you helped him shop.

Would you be able to tell the difference between the paint colors his mom wanted? Would you start looking at colors yourself to prepare for your house? Miguel would be on board to help you, making sure you don’t carry anything heavy. He didn’t want your nails to break. He’s sure you’d wear something on the verge of cute and comfortable during the shopping trip. And he’d try not to stare while he was picking out paintbrushes.

Miguel had to do another date with you soon, or else he’d do something drastic.

He dropped off the materials his mother needed, not wanting to be there longer than he had to. Miguel didn’t want to get into the reason why she was fixing up the house. He caulked it up as her wanting not to mourn for her abusive husband.

Conchata checked off the list as Miguel brought the items inside the house. He wasn’t listening when his phone vibrated. He wondered if it was you. He hoped it was you.

“What's going on with you?”

He freezes when placing the paint cans by the wall in the house.

“What? Nothing.”

“I could've sworn I saw you walk faster.”

“No, I didn't.” Miguel glances at all the materials, paint, caulk to patch up the walls, some roller brushes, etc. Enough to start the home improvement process. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I think so.”

His eyes land on the tarp on the floor, “You’re not planning to do all of this by yourself, right?”

“I’m not. I hired some people to do it for me. All I have to do is push them around.”

Miguel tries not to shake his head when she holds up swatches along the wall. “Call me if you need anything else.”

He gave her a gentle kiss against her head before taking his leave. When he did so, he checked his phone and felt disappointed when it was just a notification reminding him of the time he went to the museum with Dana. The picture showed both of them at a high-end event, with neutral smiles and dressed up.

When he dated Dana, there was a vast difference between you and her.

Although the incident with her wasn't fresh in his mind anymore, he still remembered what it was like being with her. When they were engaged, everything was relaxed and quiet despite them taking the next steps in their lives.

You were the opposite.

Not chaotic, but ecstatic about the newfound relationship status.

You'd send him messages while Miguel was at work, telling him to have a good day with a swarm of emojis. You'd send him more voice messages, which're filled with various topics. About your own day, what you saw while browsing social media, and he'd listen. You reciprocated too when inviting him to talk about his interests and his day.

Dana hardly did any of that. She'd settle on a good morning before not getting into much detail about her day. Almost bored about the topic. Her eyes were on the verge of disinterest whenever Miguel had a chance to talk about himself.

Then there were the dates.

Dana was more fond of high-end luxuries like five-star restaurants, museums, and theaters. The more expensive, the better. Miguel didn’t have problems with it; he was known to indulge in those pleasantries from time to time. But with you, it was the opposite.

The two of you went to the mall.

You insisted that hanging out for a few hours and window shop would be fun. Miguel figured you'd want to go into one of the luxury stores to browse. Only for you to hardly go into any of them.

He watches you point at a cute handbag on display or dazzling shoes that would fit with your aesthetic at the club. So imagine his surprise when you walk away to look at something else instead of buying it.

“I thought you liked it.”

“I do…” Your eyes skim across more pretty shoes, “But I don't need them.”

“You want them though.” You shrug, and he steps into your line of sight. “I can buy them for you.”

“No, don't do that. I'm good.”

You try to get out of the shoe aisle, but Miguel blocks your path. “I want to. I'm your boyfriend. I want to give you nice things.”

“Did you not see the price tag?” You return to the shoes and pick them up, the price of almost two hundred dollars. “I've rarely bought shoes for that price.”

“I got it.” Miguel takes the shoes, but you hold them close to your chest.

“Hold up. If you buy something for me, I'll buy something for you.”

“I don't need anything.” He tries to take your shoes again, but you turn away.

“You don't have to need anything. But if there's something you want, I'll get it.”

“No, really I'm good-”

“I'm not taking no for an answer, baby.”

Miguel sucks his teeth before agreeing with your proposal. You squeal, more excited to continue your trek around the mall, your new goal being to buy him something he wants.

Dana hardly offered to buy him anything the whole time they were together. She did go out of her away to buy him things, mainly chains or designer watches, but that's for his birthday or Christmas. Not during a random day of the week.

You pointed out multiple stores that fits Miguel’s aesthetic. He decided to go into one that had button down shirts he liked to wear for work. As he browsed through the shirt racks, eyes were on him. Yours were following his movements, ready to grab a shirt that caught his eye.

“How's this?” Miguel holds up a powder blue shirt and you inspect it.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let's get it!”

He can finally relax when satisfying you with his choice, but you notice the tag. “Wait, it's only thirty bucks.”

Miguel also glances at it, “Oh, is that too much? I can get something else-”

“Miguel.” You give him a look, “First off, don't insult me like that again. Secondly, you just spent two hundred dollars on me, which is not the same.”

“Oh.” He looks at the shirt and then back at you. “So, I can get a few more?”

“Yeah, you can.”

Miguel puts more effort into his search. He gets a few more shirts, but the total is still less than what he spent on you. You don't say anything as he thanks you with a bright smile.

Taking a quick break by eating at the food court, Miguel's phone vibrates from Gabriel's message. Without completely looking at it yet, his eyes roll at knowing what the message was going to say, asking the daily question of when he was going to meet you. Sure, it's been two months since he started dating you, but he didn't want to rush you.

Miguel tried to hide his disdain by so much as you were feeding him macaroons. His lips grazing your fingers while taking a bite. Your thumb wiping off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Your eyes connecting and you shoot him a wink, the action shooting down to his lower body. He gets a strong urge to pull you back to the car so he can kiss you all over.

He groans when the phone vibrates against the table again.

“Is there a fire somewhere?”

“The fire being my brother. He keeps texting me about wanting to meet you. I keep telling him it depends on when you want to.”

You take a sip from your Boba tea before outstretching your hand. “Gimme.”

As Miguel places his phone in your palm, you casually press video call.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm saying hi to your brother.” You hold up the phone, making sure you were decent for the camera. When the call connects, you flash the biggest smile on the planet. “Hi, Gabriel.”

“Hi? Uh, who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

You purse your lips, “He’s munching on some macaroons. Say hi, Miguel.” You briefly turn the phone to Miguel, making him wave before turning the phone back to you.

“Oh. My. God. You're who my brother is dating? Do you know how many times I've been asking to meet you?”

Too many times.

“A lot. It's okay though I've been wanting to meet you too. You're the main one blowing up his phone.”

“Somebody’s gotta do it-Hey, babe!” Gabriel shouts through the phone, making you and Miguel snort. “Come here real quick and meet Miguel’s girl!”

You're laughing when Kasey approaches the phone, waving hello to her.

“Whoa, you're the woman who's dating Miguel? Damn, you're hot.”

Gabriel held his hands up. “My girlfriend said it, not me.”

“Okay, that's enough out of you two.” Miguel reaches for the phone, but is stopped by Gabriel's protest.

“No, wait not until Xina sees her! I know she's not busy. She just told me she was binging that zombie show.”

“Ooh is it the one where if you die, you come back as a zombie?” You ask and Gabriel snaps.

“Yes! That's the one.”

“I lost interest after season four.” Kasey inputs.

“I liked that season!” You add in, “In my opinion, it goes downhill after season eight.”

To Miguel’s surprise, Xina picks up, seeing a bunch of faces on the screen.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bother me because I'm vegging out on my couch?”

“Stop vegging out and meet Miguel’s girlfriend.”

You wave once more, “Hi! It's very nice to meet you.”

“Oh, likewise.” Xina sits up, angling herself to not subject you to her binging phase.

“I'm sorry they sprung this on you. I just wanted to say hi.”

“It's fine. Maybe this will get Gabri to shut up for a while.”

“It won't.” Gabriel interjected, “Because I'm not able to touch you yet. Give you one of my famous hugs.”

“You don't want that.” Miguel whispered over to you.

“Huh? What did he say?”

“Nothing!” You change the conversation: "I want to meet you guys too. It would be best if you all came to the club. Enjoy yourselves.”

Xina raises an eyebrow, “You'd invite us to your job?”

“Yeah. There's good drinks, food…”

“And half-naked dancers.”

“Well, that too.”

Xina lets out an unsure hum, and Miguel slots himself back into the conversation.

“Okay, we have to go now.”

“Aww no.” Gabriel pouts.

“Send me your number!” Kasey shouts. "We have to put you in the group chat!”

“Okay.” You say goodbye to them all before hanging up and giving him back his phone. “They seem nice.”

“They act worse than this.”

“But they love you. That’s always nice to have.”

Miguel couldn’t hold back his smile when you slip your fingers through his across the table, creating small circles on the back of his hand.

The anxiety he never knew he had lessened after you took the initiative to meet his family. And he wasn’t worried about the face-to-face meeting after the positive reception you received from everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

“She seems nice.” Xina said through the phone call.

Miguel nods as if she can see him, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel after dropping you off, “She is. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“Me too…” He notices her trailing off, and anxiety starts pooling in his stomach.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Not that serious.”

“Well, I’m suspecting it as the way you trailed off.”

Xina hums and he hears movement on the other line. “I’m just wondering, how is your relationship going to work?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and your dancer. You two are dating now. And you blow a lot of money when you go over there.”

“It’s not a lot of money.” Miguel mumbles, “Well, we’re acting like everything is normal. We don’t want anyone to suspect anything.”

When Miguel steps foot in the club, he tries to act like his usual self. A customer who wasn’t dating one of the dancers. It was for the best since you didn’t want anyone to find out. Especially Jess.

“I get that, but you know your relationship can be seen as…odd.”

“Odd? What do you mean by that?”

Xina remains silent. How convenient when he’s at a stop light, hanging on to every word she said to him so far. His hands getting clammy against the wheel.

“Miguel, you have a fairly decent, well, almost powerful position at a huge company. And you’re dating someone who shakes their ass at a popular nightclub. You also give them a lot of money in exchange for what, a private dance? Please tell me you’re catching on to what I’m saying.”

He almost crashed into a car at the realization. After swerving into the right lane and reassuring Xina, who panicked, Miguel pulled over to gather his thoughts. He didn’t pick up on the slight power imbalance you two had when you started dating. Miguel thought it was harmless.

“I-I’m not taking advantage of her or using her. Does it look that way? Oh god, it does look that way.”

“It can also appear that she’s using you or taking advantage with you. Because of your money. I brought this up with you before. When you told me Dana was buying a bunch of expensive stuff when you got that head geneticist job-”

“I told you Dana isn’t like that. And neither is she.” During your first meeting, you weren’t adamant on taking more of his money. Sure, he knows about you wanting to save up for a house, and part of his money is being contributed to said house. Miguel didn’t think like that.

“Okay, fine. You know her more than me. I still think it’s best to clear up any confusion by having a conversation. So you two are on the same page.”

Xina was right. Having a conversation would help you two in the long run, especially when your relationship starts to get serious.

He tried to call you when he got home, but you didn’t pick up. You were probably still too busy at the club. That was for the best since the conversation was better to have face-to-face.

The next time, Miguel’s stomach twisted when he sat down in the private room.

You greeted him with a wave, closing the door behind you. The click from your heels matched the pounding in his head. He rubbed the sweat from his palms against his pants, holding in the urge to throw up. As you picked up the remote to decide a song, he grabbed your hand.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah. Let me pick a song first-”

“No, no song.”

You squint, “What do you mean ‘no song’? What’s wrong?”

“Am I taking advantage of you?” Miguel blurted out. He didn’t give you a chance to speak as he continued, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize my position would make our relationship odd. And I’m realizing that I’ve still been paying you a bunch of money since we started dating and I know you’re trying to buy a house, but I don’t want anyone to suspect you’re using me to help you buy one, which I know is not your intention-”

You silence him with a kiss. He accepts, his shoulders relaxing when he tastes your mango-scented lip gloss. You look directly into his deep eyes when you pull an inch away.

“Calm down.”

“Okay.”

You toss the remote to the side. “You’re not taking advantage of me and I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“But I give you almost a thousand every week.”

“You do, but I didn’t ask you to do that. That’s all you.”

“Because I want to support you. Now, I realize that throwing money for you to give me dances isn’t the best look. And we’re dating so…”

“I don’t care.” You say, hand on your hip. “Our positions don’t matter. I like you. You like me. What’s the problem?”

“I’m giving you money every time I come here.”

“So stop coming here if you have a problem with it.”

“I…”

He can’t. Seeing you in your element is one of the highlights of his week. What else was he supposed to do if he didn’t see you as much with your job? Miguel loves the dates he goes on with you, but he also enjoys watching you dance.

“I’m sorry.” You run your hand through his hair. Miguel leans into your touch, soothing the impending vomit in his throat. “I don’t want you to stop coming, but I don’t know what to do if you’re struggling like this. You know how Jess is about people not spending money in here.”

Miguel lights up.

“Can I speak to Jess?”

Your face twists with confusion, “Why?”

“I have an idea.”

Jess was in her office, in the back of The Weave, right near the locker rooms for the dancers. When you knocked, the door opened to Kaine, another of Jess’s security. Miguel always thought he was more intimidating due to the scar on his face and the buzz cut. He pays both of you no mind when he brushes aside you two.

“Jess? Your favorite customer wants to speak to you.”

“Which one?” Jess peers up from her computer, lighting up when Miguel comes into view, “Oh, Mr. Science Guy! What you need?” Miguel glances over at you and you give him the ok sign, leaving to return to the floor. “You finally gonna tell me that you’re dating one of my dancers?”

His eyes widen, “Wait, how do you know that?”

“You and Silk be giving cute glances at each other every five minutes. And don’t forget the private rooms have cameras.”

Miguel cleared his throat, not expecting to get hit what that. Now, he wasn’t sure if the idea he came up with was going to work.

“I really like her.”

“And that’s fine. As long as y’all don’t fuck in the club, I don’t care what you two do.” He nods at her words. “I will say this though. If you hurt my girl and you decide to show your sorry ass in the club, I will ban you for life and kick you to the curb.”

He gulped, fixing the collar on his shirt. “I understand.”

“Good.” Jess's tough demeanor returns to relaxed. "Now, what did you want to talk about?”

Miguel pulls out a grand and places it on the table. “Is it okay if I pay you this amount weekly? This is the same amount I give to Silk when I come here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Jess inspects the money, letting the bills fly across her thumb. “What’s the deal?”

“I want to keep coming here, but I don’t feel comfortable handing money directly to Silk since we are…an item. I still want to support your business and the dancers so, would that be enough?”

“Did you two fuck yet?”

“Huh? N-No! No, we didn’t…”

“Okay, just wanted to make sure you weren’t pussy whipped.” She places the money to the side, “That’s fine, but what do you get out of this?”

Miguel plays with the ends of his shirt, “I still want those forty-five minutes with her.”

“…that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Jess stares at him, inspecting his frame. The silence between them lingers as the pulsing beat from the club bangs against the walls. Miguel’s palms start to coat with sweat again, and he casually rubs them against his pants.

“Okay. You got a deal.”

He shifts with his feet. “O-Oh okay. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” She shakes his hand as if this was the start of a profitable business deal.

Now, everything was perfect.

You two have stabilized the foundation of your relationship. Miguel just arranged plans for his family, excluding his mother to meet you at The Weave for an official meet and greet. And he was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the Banquet with him.

A brief doubt occurred that maybe it was too soon since the relationship was new. You could always say no. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.

He wishes you could see the smile on his face when you text him saying yes. Your messages are filled with excited GIFs and reaction pictures.

“You're very happy today.” Dana interrupts and Miguel quickly puts his phone away.

“I-It's a good day today. Got a decent amount of work done…”

“Because Tyler stopped messing with you. I told him to lay off on you since you do so much.”

Miguel was too busy being happy about his relationship to realize that Tyler hasn’t bothered him lately.

“Really?”

Her nod and smug face said it all. “Even after everything, I'm still looking after you.”

“Thanks…” He moved over, letting her pour enough coffee into her mug. While passing her the usual cream and sugars, their hands brushed together. Miguel's muscles tensed while Dana giggled at the sudden contact.

“You excited about the banquet? Sure, it's about a month away, but…”

“I am. Even though it's work-related, it'd be nice to get away for the weekend.”

Dana nods, taking a sip of her coffee while Miguel pours himself another cup.

“Are you going to be okay?” His brows furrow at her question. “I mean, we usually go together every year since you started working here. I know it's going to be a change.”

Miguel holds back a grin, “Yeah, yeah I'll be okay.”

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hoiststowline · 2 months ago

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Hello! Thank you for answering my question about male readers :D

I would like to request tfp!ratchet and Optimus x human!reader (male or gn) relationship headcannons

(If you do anons may I be ✨️ anon)

_tfp!ratchet, tfp!optimus prime hc's

[a/n: hi!! anytime! so sorry that these took me a while. & of course you can, you shall be ✨️ anon!]

ratchet may appear reluctant, but he mistakes trepidation for hesitation. to him, a poor oversight that leads to unnecessary confusion, trying to navigate through a sea of concerns when it comes to relationships. in the very least that’s how he rationalizes it, trying to be a little more relenting when it comes to his tendency to be overbearing. ratchet is a worrier, though some translation is required at first. you’re confused by his propositions, and some natural unwillingness, feeling torn in two trying to figure out which way is up. it takes some lengthy conversations and exchanges to discover he’s trying to please you, focusing on you to ensure your happiness in such a companionship.

public affection will only arrive if it can come across friendly, something that could pass by without anyone batting an eye. but is most often that the two of you have an abundance of alone time, something that is rare occurrence in such a relationship. sure, ninety percent of that time is at the autobots headquarters, but it's better to have the space to yourselves [even if he is working] than feel restricted in vocal and physical affection amongst company. ratchet knows that he can’t always be there for you, as you schedule likely has to conform to his, not the other way around. if he's wrangled into a break, he'd rather take a nap with his s/o.

your biggest fan, truly. and constant check-ins as well, especially if it's been a hot minute since the two of you have seen each other. i think i've said this before but ratchet loves the idea of texting/messaging, it's an easy way to keep conversation with you throughout the day. while he'd much rather you be physically present, he's reluctant to admit he knows you have daily responsibilities just as much as he does.

if ratchet is a worrier, optimus wrote the book on worrying. he's more absent than most, so being away from his s/o is not the easiest task in the world. sure, it makes moments together all that more special and sentimental, but the pain it causes isn't immediately cancelled out upon reuniting. there's long stretches of time where he can't physically be with you, and gently, but firmly makes that very clear when the relationship begins. optimus is also very careful about keeping the relationship a secret, finding that the target isn't so big on your back that way.

he's likely very good at reading body language, specifically his s/o's. optimus is a quick study, there's very little to hide from him, down to the inflection in your words, even over the phone. he can tell when you're not yourself, and if you deny anything's wrong when he asks, there's no convincing him otherwise. he isn't going to pressure you to share, but it remains and lingers on his processor until the next time he sees you. he's empathetic, one thing he truly desires is for you to be happy.

he's probably very good at surprises. he has a good poker face and deadpan, so when he tells you he won't see you until later in the week, you tend to accept it, albeit impassively. because you listen to everything he says and are inclined to without a moments hesitation. though, to him, a small bending of the truth is worth it to see your shocked expression at his unexpected arrival. optimus finds that moments like these to ease some of the guilt he has, but it likely won't ever dissipate entirely. he has so much love, and throughly relishes instances where he can be alone with his s/o, a moment of peace.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 11 months ago

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..size kink with Slash?

A/n: Slash loves horror and you cannot convince me he wouldn't buy those monster fucker toys, I refuse to accept criticism

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, monster!fucking kink, masterbation, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

University was hell, globally known so. You didn't even want to go, you weren't at a particularly renowned school and had a fairly dark outlook on the whole working part of life.

You're parents did what they could to encourage you and helped you afford your own shitty apartment so you didn't have to work multiple shitty jobs on top of Uni, but it wasn't what you wanted. You didn't know what you wanted.

How you managed to get to it, you weren't sure, but one night you made a new twitter account and posted a video of you getting off on just your fingers.

You fell asleep and woke up to a lot of positive comments, people getting off to you, telling you how pretty you are and asking for more, more, more.

You kept posting to Twitter, small clips whenever you felt like it or needed a confidence boost. People started asking for more, so you went to OnlyFans.

It was just a whim, you genuinely didn't expect people to start paying for your content, but they did. They payed for clips of just your voice, asking to watch you cum, to see your tits. Individuals were paying for special pictures, ones just for them, asking you to post videos of you calling out their names, or pet names, surnames.

You got paid to feel good and get compliments. This was the work you wanted, this was perfect for you.

Soon you had people sending you toys, bullet vibrators and dildos. You felt strange about using those at first, especial for content, and you said as much to your fans.

Once again, they came to the rescue, sending you all kinds of affirmation. It was like having the most supportive partners.

One day you got a bigger package. At first you thought there were multiple toys in one box, upon further inspection it was not...

"Hi, love, I've been thinking about you a lot, all small and fragile just for me, send me something with this and I'll give you a pay day iiii]; )'" The small note read, a username at the bottom.

The toy in question was something else, from one of those monster fuckers. It had a suction on the bottom so you took it out of the box and set it down on the floor of your apartment. It had to be at least eight inches, it was a squishier silicone which was comforting in a sense. It was rigid with bumps and and spikes, some sort of demon dick.

Your eyes bugged trying to think of how that girth would fit in you.

Still, you were curious.

You got yourself set up, camera and lube, though you didn't turn on the camera just yet, wanting to get a feel for the toy on your own.

You stared at the toy, shiny with lube and staring daggers into you. You took a deep breath and hovered over it, you couldn't help but think about trying to get off of it, what if you didn't have the strength? What if your legs gave out under you and it got pushed deeper into you?

You held it to your prepped hole, having taken a minute to get yourself ready for it, and slowly sunk onto it.

The stretch, the spikes and ridges, the length. All of it. It drove you crazy.

And thus started your relationship with this fan, who you'd come to call Slash, occasionally daddy.

You felt something towards him, though he continued to pay for all your interactions, and you wanted him to in order to keep you relationship 'professional', as you thought it.

You swore, the toys he sent you were just getting bigger, and if they weren't bigger there was more texture. He'd send you little rubbing pads, vibrators, tentacles and tongues, all just for his eyes. His notes were always so sweet, some had filthier messages but most were just calling you sweetheart, telling you how much he loved you.

While you wanted to remain 'professional' with him, meaning not getting serious since he was just a client, a customer, you didn't mind letting him pay for casual texting, though you felt bad for making him pay just so he could listen to you complain about Uni or your parents or some other little thing. But he insisted.

Your phone buzzed and it was a text from Slash.

"I'm coming to your city on tour-" You stared at that word for a second, he was on tour? "-mind if we meet somewhere?" You stared at his text, so many questions racing through you mind.

You went straight to google, looking up who Slash was and finding this guitarist that had a heat pooling between your legs, a dull ache in your core at the hundreds of pictures you found of him shirtless and sweaty, his smile and watching video after video of his hands working on those six strings.

"We don't have to" Another text came up on your screen. "And sorry if that sounded creepy, you wore a sweatshirt with your Uni on it, figured there was a link."

You hurried to text back. "I'd love to meet up!" You replied, biting your lip hungrily.

"Great, I'll be in town tomorrow, just give me an address and a number." Your brows furrowed at that. "And bring some toys."

"A number?" You asked after a moment.

"For sex" You set your phone down after that reply. You'd never thought about that, but you needed him. This wasn't just some fan anymore, you needed to feel him inside of you, to hear his voice right in your hear in person. You needed to smell him, lick him, suck him.

You needed him.

You weren't sure how much to charge him, if you even wanted to charge him, but he made the decision for you as you got a notification for four-thousand dollars. You stared at the notification wide-eyed.

"Did you want more?" He texted.

You sat waiting in a suite at a five-star hotel, it was nothing like you'd ever imagined.

It was around twelve when you heard the door open and made your way out of the master bedroom to the living area. Slash came in wearing a tank-top, some band on the front, tight jeans and that hat with sunglasses.

He smiled when he saw you and came further into the room, setting a guitar case down along with a suitcase. "Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, making his way over to you, his hands resting on your hips as his eyes trailed over you. "Fuck, you look even better in person." You were speechless.

His voice was so soft, unlike anything you'd expect, but it was raspy from years of smoking. He wreaked of sweat and it took every part of your being to not shove your face into his pit and hump his leg, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.

"You brought your toys?" He asked, bringing his eyes back to yours.

You nodded, looking over your shoulder to the bedroom. "Yeah, I brought, uh, a bag of my-my favourites."

He looked towards the bedroom. "That's perfect, sweetheart, lead the way." His hands fell from you, you whined softly at the absence of his touch and prayed he hadn't heard it.

You walked into the room and handed him the duffle bag you brought full of toys. He took it, though he was confused. He looked at you and could tell you were nervous about this whole thing.

"You've never done this before?" You shook your head slowly, head tilted down and gaze glued to the ground. A wider grin spread on his face as he set the duffel on the bed and opened it. "Don't worry, I have."

He poked around the bag a bit, seeing all you brought, a sense of pride building in him as he realized you brought a lot of the stuff he'd gotten for you. "You like monster-" He froze as he turned back to look at you and saw you'd stripped. "Oh, fuck..."

He took a step closer to you and stopped, you couldn't hide the disappointment you felt when he didn't do anything.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, you looked up at him, a nervous look still on your face.

"Um, yeah... I thought- I-I thought that's what you paid for..?" He rolled his eyes and took his glasses off.

"Yeah, but I want you to be comfortable." He said, setting his glasses and top hat down on the nightstand. "It's no fun if you don't want to get fucked."

"I want to." You said, much faster than you thought you should've. He turned back to you, a somewhat surprised look on his face. "I mean, I- maybe..." You trailed before shaking your head. "I want you to fuck me so bad." You said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I don't want to walk for a week, I need you so fucking bad."

Slash was pleasantly surprised by your words, voicing your desire for him. "That's a good girl." He said, coming closer to you but still not touching you. "So, I'll ask you again. Can I touch you?"

"Yes, please." You gleamed. Slash smiled and brought his hands to your waist, feeling up your sides and squeezing your hips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, already leaning down to you.

"Yes, please." He closed the gap, crashing his lips onto your. Plush, soft and warm.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. He was so strong but his touch was so gentle.

He pulled away, you lips chasing his and he just smiled down at you.

He went to the bag you'd brought, digging through it and pulling out on of your little grinding pads, some tongue or something, whatever it was the texture always drove you crazy.

He dropped it on the floor and sat on the bed. "Why don't you get on your knees for me?" You did as he asked, dropping to your knees in front of him, hovering over the toy while Slash pulled himself out of his pants, hard cock nearly hitting you in the face.

You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking him a few times, laying kitten licks to the tip and relishing in the soft sounds that came out of him.

You took him into your mouth, gagging slightly on his length. Slash tossed a pillow down for you and gripped the back of your head, moving you himself. "Focus on the toy, alright?" He said, forcing himself down your throat.

You got the pillow between your legs, the toy on top for you to grind against. You moved in sync with Slash, moaning around him. At some point Slash gave up on pushing you down on him and just started fucking your throat, lows groans leaving him.

The sight of his head tilted back, eyes shut and hips rutting into you all to chase that feeling of ecstasy. You felt him twitching down your throat, low groans slowly morphing into louder moans as his seed coated your throat.

He held you down on him, waiting for you to swallow all of it before he pulled away. "Look at that... beautiful girl, swallowed it all, didn't you?" You smiled up at him, wiping your mouth as you nodded.

Slash looked back to the bag you brought, digging through it and pulling out more toys. You stood up in front of him, legs shaky from the grinding pad. "What-what were you thinking..?" You asked, fidgeting nervously as you watched him look through everything you brought.

"I was thinking a lot of things." He said, pulling out a long tentacle thing with a rubber string on the bottom. "How does this one work?" He asked, looking back at you.

You picked up your phone, opening an app and handing your phone to him. He clicked a button and it started wiggling, a grin spreading over his face. "Oh, I like this one." He looked back to you, handing you the toy. "Put it in.

You held it nervously, Slash stopped the toys movements. You moved closer to the bed, thinking he meant for you to lay down or something, but he stopped you.

"Standing." Your eyes shot to him. "Can't see everything I wanna see when you sit down, use it standing." You took a small step back, eyes flickering between him and the tentacle in your hands. "If you can't take it just tell me and I catch you, alright? But I wanna see, first." You nodded, his words comforting you slightly.

Using lube the toy slipped into you rather easily, Slash gave you a moment to warm up to the stretch. You'd never used any of your toys standing before, you'd never thought of doing so since your legs always got so weak, the way Slash was eyeing you had your legs going weak.

You gasped, feeling the toy start wiggling on a slow setting, a consistent movement. Your thighs squeezed together, hands tightening into fists.

Slash grinned wickedly at the sight. "Got your belly bulging already." He gleamed. You looked down and saw a noticeable lump coming and going in waves. You were mesmerized by the sight of it until Slash set the tentacle to it's fastest setting on pulse.

Your knees went weak as moans ripped from you. Slash caught you, chuckling at your weakened state. Your body twitched in his arms as he held you to his chest. "Does that feel good?"

Fuck, yes, it did. It was so fucking good, his arms around you, something wriggling and hitting deep inside of you. "Fuck, m'cumming, m'fucking cumming!" You moaned out.

Slash's fingers came to your clit, rubbing it gently, a stark contrast to the toy inside you and sending you over the edge with a small yelp.

Slash waited for you to ride out your high, until you were twitching and shaking and dependent on him for stability before he turned the toy off.

He moved you over to the bed, helping you to lay down and took the toy from you.

You lay there, weak and shaky and so, so needy. You scanned around when your breathing had calmed down a bit and saw Slash digging through your bag once more and pulling out more overstimulating toys. "We're gonna have fun tonight, aren't we?"

You woke up the next morning, body aching everywhere, a pillow between your thighs and a shirt you didn't recognize covering you.

You reached for your phone and saw a text from Slash. "Had a great time last night, can't wait to do it again iiii]; )' gave you a little bonus and an extra night at the hotel, thought you deserved it."

You had another notification from him; $10,000.

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lukolabrainrot · 9 months ago

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What are your thoughts on the Emmy’s weekend regarding N, L and JD’s activity? To me L’s silence and the fact we haven’t seen him at the London fashion week or anywhere indicates that he probably did not want to take the spotlight away from N. JD’s post was also serving that purpose because he is a good and supportive friend. I am puzzled though by N’s complete silence and lack of posts.

Here are my thoughts based on all the information I've seen:

JD's stories he posted or was tagged in yesterday DEFINITELY SERVED AS A WAY TO SHUT DOWN THE RUMORS ABOUT HIM AND N. No one can convince me otherwise atp. Now, does that mean he's in a relationship with the man that shared the story of him? No, not necessarily. I personally think they were just being cutesy, but it was definitely a MESSAGE. To me it was saying, these rumors about me and N are not true, we're good friends and I am really proud she is going to be presenting at the Emmys, we should all focus on that, and my "husband" and I are going to go out and have fun in London tonight. I also want to note that if you go on SM, JD has been publicly linked to this man (who is openly gay) MULTIPLE times. They hang out a lot, and often with other openly gay men and in gay male spaces. This post by @fiamat12 perfectly sums up my thoughts on JD!

L's silence could be for MULTIPLE reasons. He hasn't been super active on SM in general lately, and him not going to London fashion week could also be for a bunch of different reasons. I don't think it's DIRECTLY tied to N. I do think his silence yesterday though could have been strategic. If he had posted any sort of congratulations, the energy in the fandom would have shifted from her success and accomplishment at the Emmys, to more speculation about L/N. Although I know I was trying to manifest L showing up to the Emmys, I knew there was like a 98% chance that wasn't actually going to happen. I think they still need their privacy and space before going public. However, IF they are together currently (which I'm pretty confident they are after EVERYTHING I've seen this year), then I stand by my thoughts that they will have to go public sooner than later.

I don't think N's silence is any type of bad thing. She has posted some things in her stories and been liking some posts. I think she's just REALLY busy, and now that she's a lot more famous, I think she is learning that unfortunately she will need to change HOW she utilizes her public SM and what type of information she chooses to share to the masses.

#theories #just my thoughts #emmys #purely speculation

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thebreakfastgenie · 6 months ago

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"Yeah. It would have been the same after six months. I have this subtle way of getting the message across. 'Let's just have a good time and keep it light.' Otherwise it's 'Bye-bye, Hawkeye.' Sometimes I'm a real prince."

This line drives me nuts. You mean you like casual sex and clearly communicate to your partners that you are only interested in casual sex?? And stop sleeping with women who want a more serious relationship because you want different things and aren't compatible?? It would actually be much worse to not go "bye-bye" if you were hooking up with someone who wanted a relationship when you didn't! That would be unfair and leading them on! The problem is the 1980s morality of this episode thinks Hawkeye is bad for having casual sex but he could redeem himself if the right girl convinced him to end his womanizing ways and get married and probably have children. It's not uncommon for someone to enjoy casual sex at one point in their life and later choose to be in a monogamous longterm relationship, but it's not a redemption and they're not more moral than before.

#mashposting

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tojiscumdumpster · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - READER

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I’m overthinking.

I shouldn’t be but I am.

Remind me to never break up with you. Gosh, why would I freaking say that? Toji and I aren’t in a relationship. We agreed to get to know each other, and we have been doing that. So much. So damn well.

However, I fear that I may be falling for him quicker than I thought.

I knew this would happen. That damn Toji Fushiguro is good with his words.

His lips…

His fingers…

In just six weeks, Toji has shown me everything I’ve wanted in a partner and more.

I feel protected. Cared for. Desired… I can only imagine how my emotions would amplify once we have sex.

If we do, that is.

Toji is very hell bent about us not sleeping together yet. And I know it has nothing to do with attraction because he pleases me in other ways.

Phone sex. Fingering. Kissing me with such burning lust that has my pussy throbbing and aching for him.

I’m satisfied with his current pleasures, but I want more.

I’m left to believe that he doesn’t want to have sex with me because…

He’s falling for you, too.

No. He can’t be. That would just be silly to think and setting myself up for failure.

Toji made it clear that he’s not interested in anything serious, yet here I am still being drawn to him. It seems like I can’t help myself.

The excitement that pumps through me when I’m around Toji is a feeling I never want to be without.

How does he expect me to? Not when he stands in front of me while we’re waiting to cross the street. Or how he randomly grabs on my ass or breasts like a perv to compliment me so sweetly.

Toji can claim he’s rough, emotionless, and drained from love, but how he is with me says otherwise.

Even earlier, how he placed the softest kiss on my lips to reassure my insecurities. All I remember feeling was the lightness in my soul, and heat that ran underneath my cheeks.

In another lifetime, I was in love with Toji Fushiguro.

I sound like a freaking cliché, I know.

But it’s true.

My dreams tell me, and the more I’m around him, it becomes more clear to me.

“Y/N, Y/N. You silly girl….” I sighed and muttered to myself, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

I’ve made it back to school on time with another five minutes to spare, so I’ve just been sitting in the parking lot and putting my mind through a frenzy.

Before I forget, I pulled out my phone to text Toji:

I giggle because I can honestly see Toji doing that if he hadn’t heard from me.

Before I'm able to respond, he doubt texts me.

Am I that easy to read?

I smile to myself while Toji and I continue our banter through messages. I’m sure I look like a lovesick puppy right now with how I’m looking at my phone, but I don’t care.

Toji knows me. He really knows me, and it gives me the feeling of one hundred butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

And when I see him tonight, I’m not sure I can contain that feeling any longer.

After teaching my last class for the day, I made a beeline to Nanami’s office like he asked me to when I coincidentally saw him during lunch. Apparently he wants to talk about this teacher’s summit, and honestly, I’m going to try to find a way to back out.

I should chew him out for even submitting my name without my consent. Just because we’ve dated since my teaching career at the high school, and we went to the summit every year together, doesn’t mean that’s going to continue. This isn’t habitual, so it’s best for him to find a different teacher.

I’m sure any other teacher would love to go.

But then again, Nanami doesn’t want any other teacher to go.

He wants me. And like Toji said, I shouldn’t put it past him that he simply submitted my name unknowingly just so we can be alone together for a weekend.

Nanami has been trying to get back with me for months. The last time we talked outside of school was the day he invited me out to brunch to try to convince me to give him another chance. With how he reacted when I suggested we could eventually be friends when I’m ready, I fear that Toji may be right. Though, I’m not here for his winning me back journey.

Two chances too many, so unfortunately, the Y/N and Nanami ship has sailed. As far as my concern, Toji is the only man I’m interested in.

PRINCIPAL NANAMI KENTO. The large words engraved on the golden office door sign stares back at me. I take a deep breath before knocking to prepare myself for how this conversation is going to turn out.

“Come in,” he answers.

I walked into the room to see a look that isn’t foreign to me. Disheveled blonde locks. Tight furrow between his brows. Black and gold frames hanging off his nose. Clouds sitting under his chocolate-colored eyes. And his suit jacket being off with rolled up sleeves to reveal those toned forearms.

He’s stressed.

I know he is. This is the look I saw him quite often whenever he came home from long nights after work or when I stayed waiting for him in his office.

Even when Nanami’s work has him all over the place, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find him most attractive like this. A man that appears to be perfect and organized sometimes has his breaking point when he falls under pressure.

“You wanted to see me, Principal Nanami?” It’s like hearing my voice was the only thing that managed to tear his eyes away from the computer. The furrow and concentration that was on his face relaxes and softens when looking at me.

Life came back into those brown hues that I used to love, and any other day, they probably would’ve made me fold.

He clears his throat and runs his fingers through his locks. “Uhm, yes. Take a seat. It won’t be long.”

“If it can’t? I do have somewhere to be?” Not really, however, anywhere but here will do.

“Of course,” he responds with a nod. “The teacher summit-”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve been going for the past five years. Are there no other teachers available?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He tilts his head, confused. “I thought you enjoyed going?”

“Used to. Not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Principal Nanami, is there a reason why we’re going back and forth about this?” My tone is clipped and I fist my hands in my lap. Does he not understand that the teacher summit is volunteered based? I did not volunteer myself.

Maybe I could understand if I offered to go, then pulled out after doing so, but that wasn’t the case.

He folds his hand on the desk. “I’m just trying to understand what the issue is, Miss L/N.”

“The issue is you submitting my name without asking me first. Some of us actually have life outside of work, you know?” I bit out. I realized my words were harsher than intended and a jab at Nanami. Biting down on my bottom lip, I looked away.. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

“No… It’s true. Maybe if I had remembered I had a life outside of work, I wouldn’t be in this position.”

“What position is that? Being a principal?”

“No. Losing you,” he says, way too soft for my liking.

I knew it. The gut feeling I had when Nanami asked me to meet him in his office when I saw him at the deli restaurant was true. This has nothing to do with that damn teacher’s summit and everything to do with him seeing me with Toji.

Annoyance pricks my skin at the thought of Nanami wasting my time with his jealous bullshit notion that he has about my love life. So I began gathering my belongings to leave his office. “We’re not doing this. Not here. Not ever.”

He stands up to grab my wrist, but I snatch it away. “Y/N, wait.”

I ignored his pleas to hear him out, however, the moment I turned my back to him and touched the doorknob, his response halted my movements.

“A student’s father, Miss L/N?”

I don’t know what angers me more. The accusatory tone in his voice or the fact that he’s questioning me about anything that pertains to my personal life. We’re not together, let alone friends.

Where did he find this audacity?

“You do not ask me to come into your office as your subordinate and question me about my love life!” I snapped, using my finger to emphasize my anger. “Who I date isn’t any of your damn business.”

He crosses his arm and quips a brow. “It is if you’re dating one of my student’s parents.”

“Show me in the conduct book where it says teachers fraternizing with parents are not permitted?” And of course he stands there with a blank face because there’s not one fraternization rule in our teacher’s conduct handle.

I’m very aware of the risks I’m taking while seeing Toji. We both know. And I’m not sure if he’s planning on telling Megumi about us, but if that time comes, I’m sure we’ll talk about it.

Until then, I’ll continue to see Toji as I please and I’ll be damned if my boss, who's also my ex, tries to ever question me about it again.

I glared at Nanami before shaking my head. “You’re so full of shit, Ken.”

“Why him, Y/N? He doesn't look right for you,” he says.

I scoff. “The nerve of you to say what looks right for me considering I’m still mending pieces of a heart you broke.” Regret shows on Nanami’s face, but I finish speaking before giving him the chance to respond. “If it’s not pertaining to work or actually about the teacher’s summit, don’t utter a word to me. The offer of a friendship is off the table, too.”

“Y/N, I’m–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” his voice drifts off, finding words to say.

With my hand returning to the door, I look over my shoulder to acknowledge his apology. “But you did.” Is all I say before walking out.

Friday nights are always my favorite nights of the week. No grading papers. No parents fussing to me about why their kid is failing my class. Just me, a hot shower, and a glass of wine to keep me company.

For now, that is.

Toji should be here in a couple of minutes if work doesn’t keep him too late, and I couldn’t be more excited yet nervous to see him.

He said he wanted to talk about earlier and that can be taken as something good or bad. But when we messaged each other throughout the day or he called me on his break, he didn’t seem like his mood changed.

Though, Toji Fushiguro is sometimes a hard man to read. However, if he told me not to overthink it, then I won’t.

Last thing I need is to be stressed about two men that’s in my life.

After the heated conversation I had with Nanami today, I think it’s officially time to wipe my hands of him.

I’ve known him for five years, and not once have I ever seen him act the way he did today. The unnecessary animosity toward Toji during lunch and his he’s not right for you comment, really struck a nerve that’s still lingering on my skin.

I felt myself being protective of Toji because he’s been around judgmental assholes all his life, and I'd be damned if my ex joins that list.

No one knows what’s best for me except me, so if I want to have Toji in my life, then that’s my decision. Certainly not Nanami’s.

Besides, Toji has been nothing but good to me these past six weeks, and it’ll only get better from here if he allows it. I’m hoping after tonight it’ll start.

I know he said we were going to talk, but I’ve also decided it’s time for me to be open with my feelings. Am I in love with Toji? No. Do I want something more than casual? With him, absolutely.

It hasn’t even been a year since my last relationship, and I genuinely meant what I said about not being ready for a new one. But leaving someone who didn’t make you happy anymore for someone who does will have you this way.

That’s how I feel around Toji.

Happy.

How nervous and giggly I get around that man needs to be investigated.

I just hope he feels the same way. And God, I hope he fucks me tonight, too.

It’s been months since I last had sex. Toys aren’t pleasing me as much anymore, and being around Toji doesn’t make it any better. I’ll never get over how much he turns me on. Not when I know what his fingers can do.

I can only imagine how his dick would feel inside of me.

And with that being said, a knock at the door pulls me from my sexual musings.

I tiptoed to look through my peephole to see it’s Toji as expected and nearly ripped the door open to throw my arms around his neck, similar to how I did earlier at lunch.

“Hey, sweets.” His deep, raspy voice permeates goosebumps along my skin. “Your scent…”

I leaned back to look at him, fluttering my lashes. “You like it?”

“Always.”

I smiled at Toji’s response before grabbing his hand to pull him inside of my apartment and locking the door behind us.

While doing so, Toji snatches me back into his embrace.

“Think you forgot something,” he says. I’m confused until he digs his fingers into my cheeks to suck on my lips and kiss me.

My body relaxes into his embrace, giving me the similar feeling to when I’m at home and I pleasurably sigh. However, that quickly turns into a moan upon feeling his hand gliding down my ass to grip.

He fervently sucks on my tongue and pulls me closer to his body, allowing me to feel his clothed groin pressing against my lower stomach.

I feel bold. Horny. Eager. So I dropped a hand between us to rub on his cock, causing him to groan.

A small whimper escapes my mouth at his thick length, and I would do anything to have Toji down my throat and deep in my pussy.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, sweets?” He growls. “And you’re wearing these tiny shorts?”

I smirk. “Just making myself comfortable.”

“I see that.” He pecks my mouth a few more times, then releases me to slap my butt and follow me into the living room. “Mind if I shower first? Don’t want my club musk to get on you.”

“You still smell good to me, but yes,” I answered. “You want to watch a movie tonight? I can make us some snacks.”

He kisses my check. “Sounds good to me. I won’t take long.”

“You see why I wanted to fucking punch him?”

After Toji got out of the shower, we sat in the living room and told each other how our day went.

It’s not like I intended to tell Toji about my conversation with Nanami. But considering how it happened toward the end of my work day and still bothered me, it was hard to keep from him. Especially when he reads me so well.

Though, seeing Toji mad on my behalf turns me on more than I expected.

“Punching him wouldn’t solve anything,” I said through a giggle. “And besides, I think I made my point, so there shouldn't be any more issues after today.”

“You’re too positive about men, sweets. If a man really wants you, he won’t stop until you’re his or in a relationship with someone else,” he explains. “Even that’s a reach. Hell, I know for me, at least.”

I feigned a smile while raising my brows. “You don’t say?”

He shrugs. “Just saying.”

“Hm, so why are you mad that he’s being persistent?”

“Because he’s fucking with what’s m-” He stops short of his sentence to catch the word that almost slipped out.

Mine. He was going to say I’m his.

Tell me. Tell me so I can officially have a reason to reject every man that even thinks of breathing in my direction.

Just waiting for Toji to speak has my heart pounding out my chest. And him looking away from me only has me more eager.

I’m patient when it comes to Toji expressing himself. I feel honored that he feels comfortable talking to me about anything. But right now, I need to hear those words coming out of his mouth.

For me.

I want to be a little selfish for once. So I straddled his lap and softly turned his face to look at me. He seems satisfied with my actions based on his hand gravitating to the small of my back, and the other being placed on my hip.

Toji rubs small circles around my flesh, and I’m convinced it’s to ease his nerves as opposed to mine.

“Talk to me, big guy. Because I’m what?” I ask with tenderness.

“We’re supposed to be casual.”

“We are… but… there’s nothing casual about how I feel,” I counter. Although I enjoy how his hand feels, gripping my hip, I take it to place it against my heart. “Does this feel casual to you?”

“Y/N-”

“And I can feel yours, too. Why are you nervous?”

I melt a little inside seeing how a soft pink color flushes under Toji’s face that spreads to the tips of his ears. It’s almost humbling seeing him this way, letting his walls down just for me.

“I’m not easy,” he admits.

“Okay.”

“I’m grumpy as shit, and have a shitty attitude about life.”

I place my hands on the sides of his neck to massage reassurance onto his flesh. “Okay.”

“I’m possessive. Jealous. I don’t like sharing.” He continues to list off the reasons to what I’m assuming he thinks are the reasons why he wouldn’t be a good partner.

“I don’t want to be shared nor do I like sharing, either.”

“I don’t do soft sex.”

My pussy was already wet for him the moment I saw him, but hearing that he fucks roughly has my arousal leaking through my panties.

I look at him through my lashes, rubbing his chest. “I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.”

Both his hands are now on my hips, holding me tighter than before. “And what if I’m not everything you expected? Then what?”

“You’re you, Toji,” I said. “That’s all I’m ever expecting.” And the moment I said those words, he crashed his lips onto mine to seal the deal.

Toji is rough with his kisses, overpowering my mouth and nipping on my lower lip until the smallest speck of blood is drawn.

His hands are impatient while moving desperately along my curves. One minute, teasing my breasts. The next, holding my ass to rub on his cock that’s pressed against my.

How he’s kissing me is different from all the other times. This is the Toji who kisses when driven by his sexual appetite. It’s almost too much to keep up with.

I moan and whimper into his mouth, and roll my eyes back. God, I could come from this alone.

He tugs on my braids to pull my head back and expose my neck, which he sucks and bites around. Pleasure scatters across my body, causing my nipples to harden and pussy to further pool wetness.

“Toji, wait-”

He grabs the back of my neck to force me to look at him. “Mine. You’re mine. No one else’s. Not that shitty ass ex or any other fucker that thinks he could even look your way.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Fushiguro?” I ask through a smirk.

“Will you?”

Two overwhelming feelings hit me at once. A jolt of excitement in the depths of my stomach, along with wetness dripping between my thighs.

Six weeks. Six weeks is all it took for Toji to make me his. Even if he asked me sooner, my answer would have still been,

“Yes.”

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thirteen chapters later and they are official. you know what that means, right? it's time for a break, hehe. see y'all in a few weeks! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ♡

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defectivevillain · 1 year ago

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struck by your lightning, ch3

reader’s pronouns: he/him

summary: You decide to take advantage of the moment’s respite you’re given. “Okay. Hey, how are you?” You look up, only to find yourself staring at Kaminari Denki. The Kaminari Denki—the idol with over thirty million listeners and sold-out concerts across the world. You’re certain that you’re going to fumble your words several times in front of him. (You're a reporter working at the red carpet of a national award gala. You've convinced yourself that you're doing just fine. At least, you're doing fine until you interview Kaminari.)

here’s chapter one and chapter two [you’ll want to read these first, otherwise this won’t make much sense]

this is a chat-hybrid fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

since it's been a while, here's a refresh of what happened in ch1-2: The reader works at DoubleVision agency and is invited to interview artists at an award show. His interview and interaction with Kaminari quickly goes viral—both because of his flustered reaction at the end and the “Love ya”s exchanged at the end. The reader tries not to think too much of it, until he opens his phone to find a message from an unknown number who proves to be Kaminari himself. The two quickly grow to be friends through frequent text conversations. Kaminari reveals that he has your placard for the event and plans for the two of you to meet up together at the nearby coffee shop…

now, onto the story....

Tokyo Entertainment Fix | @tokentfix

Popstar Kaminari Denki Spotted with Reporter from Awards Gala at Coffee Shop!

[ coffee1.jpg ] [ coffee2.jpg ] [ coffee3.jpg ]

89k comments | 486k retweets | 1.8m likes

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jj | @dendendenki

ARE Y’ALL SEEING THIS

409 comments | 3k retweets | 18.2k likes

i said what i said. | @ urfavescouldnever

In response to @dendendenki

seeing what

5 comments | 21 retweets | 451 likes

jj | @dendendenki

In response to @ urfavescouldnever

THIS [tokentfix.twt] [newsarticle.link]

61 comments | 1.3k retweets | 8k likes

i said what i said. | @ urfavescouldnever

In response to @dendendenki

I’M SEEING IT NOW HOLY SHIT

4 comments | 808 retweets | 1.6k likes

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Direct Message

You: have you seen…?

Kaminari Denki: the news article about us?

You: yeah

Kaminari Denki: ah yeah, i saw it

You: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: WHAT

You: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: no no no

Kaminari Denki: stop that immediately

You: y??

Kaminari Denki: bc it's not ur fault!!!

Kaminari Denki: if anything, i should be the one apologizing

You: why??? you didn’t do anything

Kaminari Denki: NEITHER DID YOU

You: ah damn it i see what you did there

Kaminari Denki: damn right

Kaminari Denki: but srsly, i hope the article isn’t messing anything up for u

You: i was gonna say the same to you

Kaminari Denki: oh pls, this kind of shit happens to me all the time

Kaminari Denki: but seriously, are you doing ok?

You: yep all good

You: it’s just more funny than anything else

Kaminari Denki: is the thought of dating me really so bad :(

You: oh pls, that’s not what i meant

You: i just meant celebrity culture in general… like they’re so obsessed with your relationship status and it’s kinda weird>??

Kaminari Denki: yeah…

You: sigh

You: so glad i’m just a lowly reporter 🙏

Kaminari Denki: hey, don’t jinx it

Kaminari Denki: plus, haven’t you looked on twt recently

Kaminari Denki: fans are shipping us together

Kaminari Denki: pretty sure there are stan accounts dedicated to you now

Kaminari Denki: not that i would know

Kaminari Denki: or follow them

You: fr??

Kaminari Denki: fr fr

You: deadass?

Kaminari Denki: on god

You: i hate us

Kaminari Denki: same

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Thankfully, that article about Kaminari and you doesn’t actually change much. You go about business as usual, albeit with a strange sense of guilt prickling along your skin when your mind is unoccupied. You throw yourself into your work and try to bury the emotions, but they are never truly extinguished.

Your conversations with Kaminari are far rarer now, especially as the both of you get even busier. Kaminari is working on releasing his next album and you’re pitching new stories and writing to old acquaintances for features. Even though you throw yourself into work, you still find your thoughts returning to Kaminari. Your relationship with him is currently undefined—your meeting the other day felt like a date, but neither of you acknowledged it. You would love to be more than friends with Kaminari, but you also know that someone as well-known as him doesn’t exactly have the freedom to pursue a relationship and a music career at the same time. Resigned, you slowly push away thoughts of Kaminari until you think you get a good handle on your emotions.

Until everything you try to suppress comes roaring back.

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Kaminari Denki | @kaminaridenki

24 hours. [STATIC.jpg]

203k comments | 1.2m retweets | 4m likes

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Kaminari Denki to Release New Album Tomorrow

Arts—Music

2 min ago ᐧ By Janet Drews

Kaminari Denki, award-winning musical artist and popular culture icon, recently announced the release of his new album on Twitter. The Tweet earned over four million likes and 200,000 comments. Listeners are clearly looking forward to the occasion, as #KaminariDenki, #STATIC, and #DenkiAlbum top the Twitter Trending page (#1, #2, and #4, respectively).

Some fans speculate the new album will be an ode to the rumored relationship between Kaminari and the DoubleVision reporter who interviewed him at the award gala [interview.mp4]. The interaction between the singer and the reporter quickly went viral following live coverage of the event. Digital citizens across the platform searched for explanations for the exchange, and Kaminari fans such as user @heyheyh3y discussed their red-carpet conversation.

stream lightning by kaminari! | @heyheyh3y okay but is it just me or was there some tension there… [interview.jpg]: A screenshot of Kaminari standing next to you during the interview. 907 comments | 66k retweets | 256k likes

This album will be a bit different from his previously released music, Kaminari said to Vogue Japan mere days ago. The artist made no mention of a significant other who could bear influence on his new music, despite the fact that he was seen with the DoubleVision reporter at EspressoBeanz but a few days ago—a cafè conveniently located near both DoubleVision agency and UA Entertainment. However, other Kaminari fans, like users @electrstatic and @staticshockwave, weren’t convinced:

⚡⚡| @electrstatic y’all are making such a huge deal about this whole reporter business, as if the same thing hasn’t happened time and time again with literally anyone kaminari interacts with 31 comments | 23 retweets | 700 likes electric boogaloo | @staticshockwave In response to @electrstatic THANK YOU. like, when he first got Arata as a manager, everyone was going batshit crazy about how they were dating… and they weren’t. and the way anyone breathing in Kaminari’s direction is assumed to be dating him… it’s crazy 0 comments | 8 retweets | 32 likes

Either way, fans across the world are looking forward to the release of new music from Kaminari. His new album, STATIC, will be released on Apple Music, Spotify, Soundcloud, and assorted digital platforms at 3 p.m. JST (approximately 10 a.m. UTC).

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Direct Message

You: heyyy, how are you feeling

You: the album releases tmrw, right?

Kaminari Denki: very nervous

Kaminari Denki: and yes, t minus 20 hrs

You: awesome!

You: and rly? why?

Kaminari Denki: well… i worked hard on it, and i want ppl to like it

You: okay

You: will you be disappointed if your fans don’t like it?

Kaminari Denki: a little, yeah

You: but why do you write music? do you write it for them or for yourself?

Kaminari Denki:

You: sorry, that sounds patronizing…

Kaminari Denki: no, you’re right

Kaminari Denki: i think i needed to hear that

You: i mean, you clearly worked very hard on it. i’m sure everyone listening will recognize that.

Kaminari Denki: i hope so

You: they will 😠 and if they don’t, fuck em

Kaminari Denki: damn right

Kaminari Denki: thanks <3

You: ofc! <3

You: i have to go eat dinner, talk soon?

Kaminari Denki: yep,, enjoy your meal

You: tyyy haha

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: hypothetically speaking

Sero Brain Cells: ok hello to you too

Sero Brain Cells: also bitch do i look like a scientist

Kaminari Denki: hYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING

Kaminari Denki: does a “<3” mean someone is hopelessly in love with me

Sero Brain Cells: jfc

Kaminari Denki: is that a yes

Sero Brain Cells: ur so fuckin whipped

Kaminari Denki: SHUT UP

Kaminari Denki: I TRUSTED YOU

Kaminari Denki: i came to you in my time of weakness

Kaminari Denki: and this is how you repay me

Sero Brain Cells: dude, you gotta tell him at some point

Kaminari Denki: ik…

Sero Brain Cells: and even if you don’t, he’ll probably figure it out soon

Kaminari Denki: wdym

Sero Brain Cells: ur new album.

Kaminari Denki: what about it?

Sero Brain Cells: half of those songs are so clearly about him

Kaminari Denki: nahhhh no way i kept it hella ambiguous

Sero Brain Cells: ambiguous, huh

Kaminari Denki: shut up

Kaminari Denki: … do you really think he’ll notice

Sero Brain Cells: well, i’m not sure

Sero Brain Cells: you both seem a lil oblivious, so it may be fine

Kaminari Denki: hey 😭

Sero Brain Cells: all love

Sero Brain Cells: but also get ur shit together u raging homo (affectionate, non-derogatory)

Kaminari Denki: oh pls, as if you haven’t been pining for shoto for six business years

Sero Brain Cells: HEY

Sero Brain Cells: …HEY

Sero Brain Cells: HEY 💀

Sero Brain Cells: ik ur stressed rn so i’ll let that slide 🤨

Kaminari Denki: ur right, i’m so anxious

Kaminari Denki: sry for taking it out on u, bro

Sero Brain Cells: it’s ok bro

Sero Brain Cells: wanna get ur ass kicked in mariokart?

Kaminari Denki: do i want to kick ur ass in mariokart? absolutely

Sero Brain Cells: we’ll see about that

Kaminari Denki: damn right we will

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Kaminari Denki | @kaminaridenki

fucking godly at mariokart [mariokart.jpg]

19k comments | 97k retweets | 347k likes

Sero | @serofucks

In response to @kaminaridenki

oh fuck all the way off, you had steering assist on

3k comments | 45k retweets | 228k likes

@kamisimpsimp

In response to @serofucks

OOOOP

47 comments | 430 retweets | 1.4k likes

surprised pikachu face | @kamipikakami

In response to @kamisimpsimp

gagged and gooped

31 comments | 338 retweets | 2.3k likes

alex | @kaminarunaronari

In response to @kaminaridenki

what really concerns me is that you main lakitu

2k comments | 134k retweets | 765k likes

stream lightning by kaminari! | @heyheyh3y

In response to @kaminaridenki

here we are, anxiously awaiting the new album, and this mf is playing mariokart

21 comments | 208 retweets | 809 likes

@kamisimpsimp

In response to @heyheyh3y

as one does!

0 comments | 46 retweets | 665 likes

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Direct Message

You: heyyyy

You: it’s release dayyyyyy

Kaminari Denki: when you when you when you whennnnnnnnnnnnnnfdshfkdjs

You: :0

You: looking forward to it!

Kaminari Denki: :3

(Nine Hours Later)

Direct Message

You: congratulationsssss!!!!

You: i’ll try to find the time to listen to STATIC soon!!!

Kaminari Denki: thanks :)

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Kaminari stares down at his phone, watching as fans discuss the new album. He has the album on shuffle in the background as he tries to brainstorm some choreography. Kaminari has absolute faith in the talented choreographers that he works with—but he just feels like he needs to do something to combat the restless energy surging through him.

The feedback on the album so far has been overwhelmingly positive, yet he’s still nervous—as if he’s still waiting for a reaction from someone. Shaking his head, he tries to focus on the choreography he’s creating. But that plan quickly backfires. Within moments, his phone buzzes—breaking him out of his thoughts. Kaminari freezes and immediately grabs it from his pocket, heart thudding rhythmically in his chest as he unlocks his phone and goes to his messages. There’s a series of texts from you:

You: ok, i have time to listen, now! You: gonna listen as i make dinner!!!

Kaminari sighs, trying to calm his racing heart. He doesn’t know what to say or how to say it. Taking a deep breath, he puts his phone back in his pocket and decides to practice some of the choreography for his other songs. Even amidst the music running through the space and the dance moves that seemed etched onto his very skin, Kaminari still can’t help but think of you.

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Meanwhile, you’re just getting home from work. You hate to admit it, but you’ve been looking forward to listening to Kaminari’s new album for a bit now. It’s especially thrilling to think that you can discuss it with him afterward—hell, he even seems to be awaiting your feedback. The thought is exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measures.

You decide to change out of your work clothes before starting dinner, so that you don’t have to worry about staining anything. Then, you grab your Bluetooth speaker and place it on the kitchen counter, before pulling up Kaminari’s newest album and tapping on the first song. Immediately, a beautiful, twisting melody reaches your ears and you swear you feel your shoulders begin to relax. You busy yourself with preparing dinner while his voice fills the space.

Safe to say, the album is incredible. You really like each song you’ve listened to so far—and have found yourself saving each of them to various playlists. Even if you hadn’t spoken with Kaminari throughout the period he was working on the album, you would be able to tell that he put a lot of effort into it. As you expected, that effort shows through in each and every song.

His songs are rather hard-hitting, emotionally speaking. The fifth song, traces of you, makes you freeze in place. You have to rewind to listen to one particular portion of the song again:

…and I stand aside

as you’re washed away

with the ebbing tide

I’m so afraid

of falling out of love

Sometimes I look up

at the blinding black night

and the stars seem to whisper

your name in the air

I feel a shiver roll down my spine

I remember your hand in mine,

and I’m just so afraid.

You don’t know how long you stand at the kitchen counter, letting the lyrics slip into your ears and down your skin. This song is so raw and vulnerable. You feel the sudden urge to close your eyes. For a moment, you can almost trick yourself into thinking Kaminari is singing to you, that these lyrics are meant for you and you alone. It’s a foolish thought, but you can’t quite push it away. You feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you try to picture Kaminari writing down these lyrics. What was he feeling, in those moments? Were his eyebrows furrowed in concentration? Were his hands stained from the still-drying ink of his pen? Was he tapping his foot along to an unheard, not-yet-created melody?

Something blares loudly, tearing you from your reverie. You blink and look around the room, gasping when you realize you completely neglected the pan on the stove. The pan is smoking and you recognize that insufferable sound to be the fire alarm. You’re quick to turn off the burner. The fire isn’t extinguished. Panicking, you race to one of the kitchen cabinets to grab baking soda. Baking soda, quickly , your mind is practically yelling. You grab the baking soda and haphazardly spread it over the grease fire, relief coursing through you when you see the flames begin to die down. When the fire finally subsides, you look down at your attempt at dinner, only to find a charred pile. You shake your head in disbelief and clean up your mess, before grabbing your phone and skipping to the next song.

You don’t make the mistake of attempting to make dinner as you listen to the rest of the album, which is a rather smart move, because the remaining songs are lyrical masterpieces. There isn’t a single song on the album that you don’t like. A small smile growing on your face, you open your messaging app.

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Direct Message

You: i love the new album holy shit

Kaminari Denki: really?

You: yesssss omfg absolutely

Kaminari Denki: akjdfkjfskdjfsdlkf

Kaminari Denki: which track is your favorite? for research purposes

You: research purposes? lol

You: my favorite is definitely traces of you

Kaminari Denki: ah, that’s one of my favorites, too!

Kaminari Denki: and lemme just say: i’m so happy you listened! it means the world to me, so thank you <3

You: no need to thank me—just doing my due diligence as a friend! besides, the new album is incredible!

You: and i promise i’m not just saying that to be nice,,, it’s clear you put a lot of effort into it.

Kaminari Denki: ahhh stawp ur gonna make me all flustered xD

You: hahaha

You: i do have one critique, though

Kaminari Denki: ooooh ok i’m listening 👀

You: traces of you needs to come with a warning

Kaminari Denki: for what? shit how did i miss that

You: “warning: will distract you from cooking dinner and nearly burn your home down”

Kaminari Denki: wait

Kaminari Denki: you did notttttt 💀

You: I DID

You: i was so distracted i forgot i was making dinner

Kaminari Denki: omfgggg that’s insane

Kaminari Denki: i’ve heard a lot of things about my music, but never that it almost burned a house down and ruined dinner 😭

You: lmfaooo

Kaminari Denki: i’m so sorry 😭😭

You: it’s not your fault, holy shit

You: don’t feel guilty!!!! if it makes you feel better, it was completely worth it

Kaminari Denki: hmph

You: i wasn’t rly that hungry anyways

Kaminari Denki: hm hm hm hm hmmmmmm

You: whatttt

Kaminari Denki: nothing i gtg

Kaminari Denki is offline.

You: o….kay? …bye?

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You exit out of your messaging app and start rummaging through your pantry for something to eat. Nothing sounds very good right now. You don’t have much food left, either—you’re in desperate need of a trip to the grocery store. You’re sure you can make time to go tomorrow, but as for right now… you’re stuck making do with what you have. Truthfully, you’re tempted to order something—but it’s already getting late and you don’t want to wait even longer for a meal when you’re already hungry.

You walk out into your living room and flop onto the couch, trying to distract yourself from the hunger gnawing at your stomach. Admittedly, your abrupt conversation with Kaminari is weighing heavily on your mind too. You eventually scroll through YouTube mindlessly, if only to keep yourself distracted. You’re not sure how long you sit there before there’s a sudden ringing sound. You frown, wondering if you’re hearing things.

The sound occurs again, and you realize that someone must be ringing your doorbell. Squinting in confusion, you head to your front door and peek through the peephole—surprised to find a familiar blond singer standing on your porch. You quickly unlock your front door and swing it open. “Kaminari?” you ask, convinced you’re seeing things. You hadn’t made plans to hang out today, and you assumed that your conversation died off because he was busy.

“Hey,” Kaminari smiles. He’s wearing a sweatshirt and jeans with a pair of colorful sneakers. His bangs are clipped back and his hair is almost glowing in the dim light of your porch. There’s a sheepish smile on his face that is endlessly endearing. “I heard you missed dinner,” he smiles, holding up a few bags of takeout from a restaurant the two of you had spoken about before.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quickly, hoping that you didn’t make him feel as if he had to provide you with dinner. It wasn’t his fault you were distracted.

“I wanted to,” he says with a smile, dispelling your doubts. “I think I remember your order, but…” he trails off, averting his eyes with an embarrassed expression. “I got a few different things, just in case.”

“I could kiss you,” you breathe relievedly, unaware of the flush that adorns Kaminari’s cheeks as he processes that remark. You motion for him to come in, before locking the front door and showing him to the dining room. You leave him to unbag the food, while you grab plates and utensils. “Do you want anything to drink?” you ask from the kitchen.

“What do you have?” Kaminari asks casually.

“Water, soda, sparkling water…” you trail off, looking through your fridge for anything else you may have laying around.

“Water’s fine,” he smiles. You roll your eyes and grab another glass, filling up waters for you both before returning to the table. Kaminari wasn’t kidding when he said he bought a few different things—as it’s all laid out on your table, it looks as if he bought half the menu. You return to the kitchen and grab the plates and utensils you gathered earlier, before heading back. Unsurprisingly, the pile of food on the table doesn’t get any smaller.

“This is a lot of food,” you remark cautiously. Realistically speaking, there’s no way you’ll be able to finish all of this, and you feel slightly guilty.

“Oh, yeah,” Kaminari nods, “I figured we would have enough for leftovers, and stuff.” You nod in agreement, before busying yourself with making a plate.

“So,” you say, once the two of you are settled in and have begun eating. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until you took a bite of the food. There’s an inexplicable tension hovering over the air, and you’re unsure if you’re imagining it or not. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kaminari responds with a nod. “Really good,”

“Good!” you smile, taking another bite. “Are you topping the charts already?”

He smiles bashfully, poking at his food with a fork. “I think so… yeah.” He’s so humble, and you can’t help but think it’s rather admirable.

“That’s so cool,” you remark, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, I’m happy, too,” he smiles briefly, before looking back down at his food. The happiness in his expression almost seems to flicker for a moment, and the grin on his lips suddenly looks strained. You frown. At first, you want to put that sight down to your imagination; but when the silence stretches on for a while and he doesn’t make a move to continue speaking, you decide to acknowledge it.

“Are you sure?” you blurt out, before you can contemplate the consequences of speaking so freely. Kaminari looks at you in confusion and you grimace. “Sorry. It’s just- You seem a little… off, I guess.”

“I’m good,” he reassures you with a small nod. The gesture is not very convincing.

“Okay,” you say, not wanting to push him further. If there’s something he doesn’t want to talk about, you’re not going to force it out of him. After a few moments, your conversation returns to normal. You still have a lingering suspicion that there’s something weighing on his mind, but you decide to forget about it.

Overall, your dinner is pleasant. You get the chance to ask Kaminari a few questions about the album, and you really enjoy seeing his eyes sparkle as he goes into in-depth explanations of the meanings behind his songs. It feels like you’re seeing a side of him that very few people get to see—but you don’t want to flatter yourself.

Kaminari offers to help you with the dishes when you’re both finished eating, but you quickly refuse and promise him you’ll finish them quickly. You run water over the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher, promising yourself to run it later that night. When you return to the table, you’re surprised to find Kaminari staring ahead with a troubled expression on his face. His hands are clasped on the table and his lips are pulled in a thin line.

Before you can even begin to ask, he’s filling the silence. “You were right,” Kaminari admits. He sounds a little strange—almost as if he’s nervous. You stare at him expectantly. “There is something bothering me.”

The tortured expression on his face is a bit worrying. “Well, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” You feel the need to remind him. While you’re concerned about what could be distressing him, you know that sometimes, it’s too painful to talk about those types of things.

But Kaminari surprises you with his response. “I want to,” he reassures you. You watch as he pushes himself to his feet and stares down at the table, running a finger along the wood. “I’ve just… been trying to figure out how to say it.”

“Take your time,” you say. “I’m not in a rush.” Kaminari nods appreciatively.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting to hear, in all honesty. But what he says next feels entirely unreal. “When I first met you, I was attracted to you,” Kaminari chokes out, looking at the ceiling as if nervous to meet your eyes. “I sort of expected it to fizzle, because… well, I didn’t know you all that well. But once we started talking more, I realized that my feelings weren’t going away. While I just knew you as the alluring reporter before, I now knew you as this… this incredible person.” You stare at him in shocked silence.

“You’re so… You’re kind, smart, and passionate. You have a wicked sense of humor and I always look forward to hearing from you. I…

“I’m not sure how familiar you are with me and my career, but… Truthfully, I hit a bit of a rough spot. My last album was a few years ago and I was convinced that I wouldn’t be able to write anything new. But then I met you, and got to know you, and all of a sudden, I was writing all the time.

“Suddenly, I had an entire album—filled with songs that I wrote while thinking about you. And I didn’t know what to do. I had already tried to bury my feelings for you, and it clearly hadn’t worked at all. I assumed you didn’t feel the same as I did. And I’m still not sure, of course.

“But when you sent those messages earlier… I felt something snap in me. It was like, one moment I was staring down at my phone, and the next, I was walking into that restaurant you were talking about.

“And tonight, I’ve been trying to keep it together… But it’s been nearly fucking impossible. I see you across the table and I can’t help but think that this is how I want to spend the rest of my life—sneaking glances at you, and hearing about your day at work…

“Not to mention, the whole Sero thing… It was stupid. But when you said you liked his music, my heart just dropped. I felt like… I don’t know. I felt like I lost you. Even though you weren’t mine to lose.”

“Anyway,” Kaminari says, shaking his head before meeting your eyes. He looks simultaneously more relieved and more nervous than before. “I just had to get that out. And now we can pretend I never said anything.” He shakes his head and fiddles with the strings of his hoodie.

You’re still reeling from everything he just said, but you’re quick to dismiss his assumptions. “What?” you exclaim. “No, Kaminari, I have feelings for you too,” you say. He stares at you with wide eyes. “It’s been so fun getting to know you. You’re just… you’re so bright and energetic, passionate, and good-hearted… I was so nervous when I first met you, because it was my first time ever being on a red carpet… but you made me feel more confident, just by being yourself.”

“And when I got distracted listening to your music earlier… It was because I was thinking of you, and thinking that, somehow, you could be singing just to me. That you could have written that song… just for me. And I know it’s stupid…”

“It’s not stupid,” Kaminari interjects, before you can spiral into further self-deprecation. “I just told you, I was thinking of you when I wrote them. All of them.” The lyrics flicker before your eyes at rapid speed, as you remember all the words that felt too vulnerable to ever be yours. You think about how you felt as you were cooking dinner—that tight feeling in your chest as you pretended that everything was fine, as you pretended that you were okay with the idea of Kaminari writing those songs while thinking of someone else. Before you can contemplate your next move, you’re surging forward—and Kaminari is too. Your hands cradle his cheeks as you kiss him, and he tugs you impossibly closer with his hands on your waist. His touch sends pleasant shivers down your spine.

“I guess the fans were right, huh,” you remark with amusement once you break apart.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Kaminari says, his eyes gleaming. He takes a deep breath, his hands still latched on your waist (as if he doesn’t want to let you go). Indecision draws his lips together into a flat line. “Are you sure you want to do this? Being in a relationship with me… It’s going to be different. I— I can’t pretend that I have any privacy whatsoever, or a super accommodating schedule, or—”

“Of course I want to do this,” you immediately say, before he can continue. “More than anything.”

Kaminari’s hands migrate up your shoulders and towards the nape of your neck. He leans closer until your foreheads are touching. “I’m just so afraid.” He whispers, so quietly that you nearly convince yourself you didn’t hear it. (The stars seem to whisper your name in the air… I feel a shiver roll down my spine, I remember your hand in mine, and I’m just so afraid). You pull him into a hug.

“Me too,” you admit in a breath against his shoulder. Kaminari mutters something into your shoulder, but it’s incomprehensible. “Hey, if we can get five and a half million people to watch us stumble through an interview, I think we can do this.” The singer huffs a laugh and pulls back, his hand rising to your cheek and his thumb running across your skin. There’s a smile on his face—one of unmistakable fondness and affection. You lean forward to break the distance between you once more, a euphoric feeling settling in your chest and a smile growing on your face.

endnotes:

i really snuck Seroroki in there, mhwhahaha.

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blushstarot · 1 year ago

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PICK A CARD: what's your genshin impact life like, and what vision would you have based on it?

DISCLAIMERS & CONTEXT: this is important so don't skip it.

Since genshin has 7 types of visions, it felt unfair to me to just do three options to choose from like I normally do, that being said, I'm doing 9 options, with (hopefully) a short backstory, and then based on that, choose a vision. That means probably some visions would be left out of the post, and/or one or two elements could appear a lot. I could try and control that all the 7 elements appear but it wouldn't be a genuine reading since it'll be some manipulation, and that'll be dishonest and I'm not about that. Also in case anyone want to know what I took into account for selecting the visions, unless stated otherwise, I used this as a guide.

Anything said here about your life/ideals/past events is ONLY related to the hypothetical scenario of you living in genshin, DON'T take the reading as guidance, and DON'T feel that you HAD to experience the things said in real life to be able to relate and have that vision. This is just a fun what if based on your energy right now.

With the explanation and disclaimer out of the way, pick whichever picture you feel more attracted to and skip to that pile.

click on the picture to get a better view if necessary. rant and poll at the end.

Pile 1

the moon, ten of pentacles, ace of pentacles.

So, right of the start, without the interpretation of the meaning of the cards, the moon is in 2/3 of them, and what is the moon associated with? exactly, water. So right when I pulled the second card I knew y'all vision was hydro. I have this feeling that in genshin you would be from a kinda rich family, of course you're not feiyun commerce guild rich, but your family is well off and you don't need to worry about money. Talking about family, it seems that you have a good relationship with them, and they just support you and want you to live a fulfilling life.

So, for how you got your vision. It was at night, you were in your room, laying in bed or looking out the window, and you were thinking about your future. You wanted to continue the family business, how could you not?, your family has always done so much for you, and asked so little in return, this had to be right the way to repay them. At this point someone from your family close to you entered your room, I'm getting father figure vibes, definitely a masculine energy. One thing leads to another and you confide that you want to continue inherit the family business, but something deep within you is toughing at your heart strings, as if to trying to tell you something. This father figure tells you to really think this through and that the feeling you have might be because you are not fully convinced in what you want. Before leaving he reassures you that the family business is not that important, that you don't owe them anything, and that all they've done for you has been out of love. Then when you are all alone again and finally realize that you don't want to stay in the family business, but to do your own thing; a hydro vision appears next to you, and you know you've made the right choice, in wanting to pursue what you are passionate about.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 2

three of swords, king of cups, the empress.

This pile is giving me a lot of mixed messages, like in your genshin life y'all are a kind, compassionate person, and also a very wise, but something tells me that is not dendro wisdom, but more like leader wisdom, if that makes sense. With the empress I see that you have children at you care, could be your actual children, but I'm getting more of a head of an orphanage type of vibe.

For how you got your vision, I'm picturing that you are in some kind of meeting with important people, and they are pressuring you sell the orphanage, so they can close it and make something else where it's located. This is a negotiation they've been trying to make for quite some time now, and are trying to convince you with any way possible to sell it, and at this point you were tired of them showing up to the orphanage trying to convince you; probably some of the older kids starting to piece things together and are worried you might abandon them. So you agreed to go to their company headquarters to negotiate, away form the kids so they can't listen. So once you're there they start to bring up the fact that you're the only staff in the orphanage, and don't have anyone to help you finance and care for the children, and after some other valid arguments you start to doubt if you should just sell it and use the money to open a new one some other place. But something doesn't feel right and you stand your ground, telling them that the property is not for sell, that is your home and the home of all the children, you just can give that away like nothing. When you go back to the orphanage the first thing you see is the kids waiting for you, and you figured that everyone was aware of the rumors of you abandoning them, since you could see some of them had been crying. When you tell them the good news, they run to hug you, and only when one kind complains that they hit their head with something that was hanging from your waist, you realize that the gods had looked at you, and granted you a geo vision.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 3

wheel of fortune, the high priestess, queen of swords.

Something about this pile gives me anemo, but at the same time it feel too different from it. In your genshin life, you went through many hardships, and there was a point were you ended up in a situation where you couldn't defend yourself, and needed help to overcome it. This brought a big change into your life, an that's how you were able to obtain a vision.

Now, the story of how all that happened, actually started long before you got your vision. When you were on your lowest, a feminine energy help you, someone intelligent, witty, honest, and strong. She saved you from some monsters that were attacking you, and even tho you tried to fight back, they were way more stronger than you, so when she came to your rescue you felt ashamed for relaying on another person that happened to pass by and were kind enough to help you. You ended up asking them to teach you how to fight, so you could become stronger and better defend yourself. At first she refused and point out that your intentions weren't pure and that you just wanted to become stronger for selfish reasons. After some meditation on why you wanted to become stronger, you reached the conclusion that you actually wanted to be someone reliable, that everyone could depend on if they ever needed your help. After you told her that, she agreed to train you. You spend day and night learning from her, not only things combat related, but also how to be a better and more kind person. By the ending of your training, you viewed her as a mother figure, even to she wasn't exactly caring and gentle, despised her cold and serious face, you knew she cared for you. When you finally finished training and she said you were ready for anything you wanted to do, she gave you your first weapon as a gift, along with a box that contained a another gift she prepared. When you opened the box, next to the bracelet she bought for you, there was a pyro vision placed next to it, although no one knew how it got there.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 4

ace of pentacles, the emperor, queen of swords (reversed).

I'm getting this strong feeling that you would be some business owner, although I don't get a feeling for anything specific. You also probably come across to others as someone really intelligent on the art of business even if you follow these unorthodox methods that look like they are meant to fail, but for some reason for you it always work out. I feel that some might see you as a stubborn, maybe even ruthless person, like you are definitely a serious type.

For how you got your vision, you were probably in your office, just when you started to see profit from your new business. You went through a lot of challenges to get where you were, but you still weren't satisfied and had a lot of goals in mind, so you never let yourself take a break and were always working. You were drowning in paperwork, quiet literally, you couldn't even see the surface of your desk because of all the papers scattered. At this point you had too much in your mind and were starting to get a headache, so you decided to take a short break to eat something. Before leaving you decided to clean your desk and organize all the papers on it, and while moving them, that's when you realized that there was a dendro vision on your desk.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 5

the sun, page of swords (reversed), queen of wands (reversed).

I'm getting really positive and playful vibes, almost childlike, so my guess is that y'all are really young, or that are in touch with your inner child so much that even in a hypothetical scenario about a video game, you still are coming across as someone curious, with and adventurous spirit, and overall really happy and someone comforting to be around, definitely someone who is always playing with kids and helping those in need. With that being said, it may come as a surprise that y'all are involved in a bad organization, and not bad as in "they don't pay extra hours" bad, but more like "we control all the city and we decide what are the rules and the only valid law is ours" bad. The thing is, I don't really have any information about what the organization does, or what is the thing that you're supposed to do in it, so I think you actually don't really know either, and that's why I can't see it, OR there's too much hidden things around you that you want to keep a secret. Like I feel that you want to bring justice to bad people, and that you joined the organization because they basically lied to you and made you believe that they were good guys. I really have a feeling that you found out about what the organization really does but you're unable to leave so you are ashamed of being part of it or are ashamed of what the organization asked you to do, so you don't want anyone to know. Anyway, this is funny because I can't see how you got your pyro vision either, just that it happened near the time you joined the organization.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 6

ace of wands, four of swords (reversed), ace of cups.

Something happened to you that made you isolate yourself from the word, in the literal sense. I feel that the was a heartbreak, not necessarily romantic, that made you so sad that you decided you needed to go get yourself lost in nature, to meditate and work on yourself. I don't have a clear answer on who that person was, but I'm getting the mixed signal that was a lover or a really close friend that betray you, and your trust, and then not long after they got out of your life, either by death or by moving really far away.

So, how you got you vision is a little interesting. Remember I said you went out and got lost in nature? Well I'm not sure if it was 100% true, I can feel that for quite some time you actually were living in this sort of cave, with a river nearby and some sources of food, but also I can see that some weeks before getting your vision you were living in a really really really dark cave and I believe is some kind of metaphor on were you where mentally at the time. But then this beautiful moment happens where you decide you've been lamenting and torturing yourself emotionally for a long time now, so you gather courage and decide to go out of the cave. and of course at first the sun is too blinding, and you have to close your eyes and cover them with your hand at the same time. Then you start to thinking about going back to the comfort of the darkness, but really want to feel the warmth of the sun in your skin again so you continue forward even with your eyes closed. After some steps you can feel that you are outside but are too afraid to open your eyes so you just keep walking until to feel your feet touch something metallic, you look down and open your eyes to see what it is. And the first thing you are able to see is an anemo vision, and at that moment you know is yours, and it feels as if you've been born again.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 7

the magician (reversed), wheel of fortune, king of swords (reversed).

I don't know how much y'all are gonna like this but listen, someone from this PAC had to be the bad guy, surely from 9 piles not everyone was going to be good people... it's you guys, y'all are the bad ones, and you know it and you aren't ashamed of it (remember this is about your genshin life and that I'm not actually saying that in real life y'all are bad people). So, how do I put this. Y'all actually don't have a vision right now, you will, you will soon, I promise, just not right now.

Okay so, give a chance to explain. Y'all are power hungry, ruthless, tyrant, or at least that's how the others perceive you. They see you like an authority regardless of your ethics and morals not aligning with what everyone considers as "good", and they trust your judgment in a way, since you seem so disciplined and don't allow yourself to doubt on what you believe. That being said, I so feel that there's some major event that is going to shake your foundations, and send you on a spiral of some kind of identity crisis, and realizing that the things you believed in were wrong, or weren't even true at all. When that happens and you try to seek support on someone you trust, they're gonna deceive you again and betray you, which in return will amplify all the negative and complicated emotions you are feeling, and somewhere along your journey of change and acceptance is when you're going to get a cryo vision that's going to make you company for the rest of your life.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 8

ace of cups (reversed), four of swords, ace of wands.

So, you guys had a lot going on, that left you in a really bad mental space. With the ace of cups we can assume it was something like a wedding or engagement getting cancelled, but that doesn't have to be necessary it, since I'm also seeing that there was some type of social event where there was something you did and people didn't approve that left you so anxious and/or embarrassed that you had to leave early, so if you're not vibing with the wedding/engagement thing, it could be that. The point is that that event made people single you out and start to be more wary of you and more hostile. This left you feeling overwhelmed since you always thought that you were well liked in the community, like at the end of the day it wasn't that serious to them, but for you it hit really hard and made you see that maybe the world wasn't really like you believed.

At the end you allowed negativity to really set in your life, until at some point you decided that you needed some peace and quiet, make some introspection, relax and really think about how you are going to life your life from now on. Thankfully you found a solution once put your mind into it, and made a plan of moving somewhere else, to start again, so actually in that same day you started looking into it and by the end of the day of the day you had almost everything sorted out. You went to sleep really excited to the though of finally having your life back in control again, and there was definitely this new spark in your eyes and this feeling that almost didn't let you sleep, thankfully you did, and when you wake up you'll start this new life and the first thing you'll see will be this electro vision that accompanied you on your sleep.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 9

two of swords, the high priestess, the devil.

So uh, a lot to unpack here. First things first, like pile 7 based on the story that the cards are telling me, I don't see you having a vision right now, but you will have one in the near future. Funnily enough, you guys also share with pile 7 that you will have a cryo vision. So yeah, I just wanted to be straight forward with it in case you don't care about your backstory that much because it doesn't really mention how you got the vision, I just a very general idea of how it happened.

So your story is that you're feeling trapped, and like if things are out of your control, and that you have to make this big decision between two friends. I feel that one of them is trying yo leave, it could be from town, or organization/institution, or isn't happy with the friend group anymore and how it has changed. And they're your best friend so of course you want to support their decision, but you have another really close friend that isn't happy with they wanting to leave, and this ideals they have, so both of them start fighting with each other. And you are such a loving and caring friend, you don't want to see them fight, so you're trying to mediate the constant argument, and trying for them to reconcile, and it's very stressful because none of them wants to give in and compromise. And this is pretty much what the cards say, except for the high priestess, that is encouraging you to trust what you believe, and take action, follow your intuition, etc. So my guess is, you guys realize that the argument is pointless, and let your friends know, and kinda distance from them yourself from them because you realize they're not the friends you've always loved anymore, and that their change is not really the best thing for you right now, and then when you do that and you accept it and really embrace and believe in your decision, you'll be granted your vision.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Thanks for reading!

I usually write this notes before doing the readings, so I don't really know how it went, BUT I can already tell this is gonna let me feeling really tired.

So yeah, I'm drained, it's been two days and a lot of hours spend on this so future me can worry about spelling mistakes to fix. If I ever do a PAC this long again, I better get paid or something this felt like working 12 hours straight, I had so many issues with the formatting it's not even funny, and don't get me started with pile 5, or that error I had with the poll, or the fact that the cryo users didn't have a vision yet. Anyway, this will be my only 9 option one in a while, the next ones will be back at 3 options, 4 if I'm feeling generous.

All jokes aside, it was really fun and I really wanted to do this PAC, so it's still worth it. Can't wait to read what you guys think, lot's of love! 💕

You can find more of my PACs on my master list, and if you have any suggestions on future PACs you want to see me do, you can send me and ask.

Bye byee ✨

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eeunoia · 1 year ago

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter eight

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3k

warnings: a contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: the next update will probably at tuesday. thank you so much for supporting sinag. please reply, reblog and send me asks. i will surely appreciate it, i love you. stay safe!

Some years later...

Time passes by faster than expected. A lot of things happened. You grew at some aspect of your life, learned some new things, gain new friends, acquired new achievements and seems like your life’s really is at its best. Like this is where you should be.

But why do you feel empty sometimes? Not all the time. Just those moments where you’re left alone to meditate or think some things in your life. It was odd, but you just convince yourself that its normal for people to have these thoughts from time to time.

“Ae, your boyfriend called you multiple times last night.” your head snapped at Lucie’s side when she said that. She’s at the kitchen counter, cooking something while you head towards the center table to go find your phone.

“I was so busy finishing my work last night. I forgot my phone was here.” you stated and sighs heavily after finding indeed multiple missed calls and messages from your boyfriend. From Luke.

Yes, you got back together with him. You two met a year after you just got your job and he seems doing fine. He seems to be more matured than how your remembered him and he wanted to try it again with you. Claiming that you two are just immatures back then and surely this time it would work.

Since you haven’t got anyone to date that time and you really kind of missed having someone by your side romantically, you agreed.

You love Luke. Otherwise you wouldn’t agree to be in a relationship with him again. It’s just the spark’s not there and the feelings you have for him is shallow. Of course you never told him that and just go with the flow with him.

Lucie reminded you that breakfast will be ready soon which you responded with a short nod then walks towards the balcony.

“Babe.”

“What the hell, Aelia? I’ve been calling and texting you nonstop last night and I’m only hearing from you now? Wow!” he sounded mad. Mad and upset about you not returning his calls.

You sighs and massage your temple, trying to release the early stress life is trying to give you. The day hasn’t even starting yet and he wants to fight with you already. What a great thing to start your day with after an working all night.

“I’m sorry, Luke. Its just I got caught up with the work last night. I forgot that I left my phone at the living room after I texted you.” the last text you sent him says that you are going to be busy that night. Clearly, despite being informed he doesn’t understand it at all.

“Whatever! That’s the onlyt thing that matters to you, anyway. That stupid job of yours.” here he goes again. Whenever you two falls into an argument, he never misses the chance to use this card on you. He’s very petty about it.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Its seems like it for me.” and with that he ended the call.

You draws in a strained sigh before running your hand over your hair. The sun kissed your skin as it shines bright above you. The streets are starting to look more alive with people walking and cars driving towards their own destinations.

“Breakfast is ready, Ae!” your head snaps over to Lucie when she called out for you.

Realizing that it won’t be too good for you to stress over your boyfriend in early morning, you struts towards the kitchen to have breakfast. She already got everything prepared making you smile and put into more better mood.

“Early fight?” she guessed that you answered with a small nod.

She sighs and watches you sat down. She fill the empty glass with some orange juice then slid it towards you. She makes sure you drink fruits in the morning and not coffee since while you’re in the office, she’s certain it will be nonstop caffeine consumption.

“Come on and just eat breakfast. Think about your asshole boyfriend later.” she sounded bitter. You are aware of her disliking towards Luke. She said he just gives off negative vibes for her even after meeting him at the first time.

She’s good with reading people and her impressions are usually right.

“Language, please.” and you flash her with a smirk.

She chuckles and just dismissed that topic. The two of you chitchats about this event being held on weekend. She informed you about it weeks ago and was begging for you to come with her. You already declined, saying you’re really bad with crowded places. She knows that. Being friends with Lucie for years already gained her alot of informations about you. Including your phobia of being around too crowded places.

That’s why she’s even more pursuing you to come, convincing you after she read about this article that there’s nothing more effective to get rid of fears other than facing them. Sounds ironic, but she’s truly sticking into it.

“I’ll think about it, okay? First, I have to worry about my meeting later.” and instantly, you felt your heart raced.

“Is that today?” she looked surprised and even took a quick sip from her juice. “Are you going to meet Jake Sim later?” the excitement through her voice are unable to be covered.

“Yes.”

She squealed. “Ahhh! He’s so gorgeous. How can someone be that handsome? And why isn’t he mine?” she sounds like that’s her biggest struggle in life.

It’s been a while since you started to work in that company, and its been a while too ever since she started crushing on your boss. She kept on saying how she wished she works there and that she might have shoot her shot at flirting with him.

You always just laughs at her and shook your head because of her crazy ideas. Well, there is no doubt that the man looks dazzling. His visuals sure is something you would compare to celebrities that appears on television, even better. But he isn’t totally your type. For you, he’s just someone you would love to stare at.

“You’re crazy.” and shook your head after side eyeing her jokingly. she seems unbothered about it and kept on daydreaming, hearts flashing her eyes. it was hilarious even for you.

“You should wear that dress!” her eyes are big while she’s giving you that look.

Your brows narrowed down, wondering what she was talking about and when you realized, you’re quick to refuse.

“No way!”

“Come on! You look so hot wearing that one!” she whined like a baby.

You gave her a firm ‘no’, “I don’t want to go to a serious meeting having almost all of my tits showing at him.” the idea itself makes you shiver in so much cringe.

She laughed so hard while watching you.

“I bet he’ll be distracted.” she smirks.

You gave her a disgusted look on your face.

“Enough! I don’t want to hear about it and besides, I have a boyfriend.” and you finished the last bite of the food before putting it on the sink.

She scoffed, “Ah, right. Your Class A, boyfriend.”

“Class A?” you asked, confused.

She smiled sweetly, “Yes, Class A. Class Asshole.”

You laughed at what she said and she did too, proud of what she just said. The two of you then went on your own rooms to start preparing for work.

After you finished getting ready, you bid her good bye and left. When you arrived at the company, it was obvious how they’re cleaning every inch of it. The workplace is neat all the time, yes. But they’re paying attention into keen details. A clear sign that the boss is arriving.

He doesn’t visit often so they always make sure that the company is perfect whenever he does.

“Ae!” Clara greets delightedly as you walk inside your floor. Heads whips to see you strides along the office hallway. Eyes of boy workmates remained while the other just smoothly went back to their works.

She gave you a small hug, “Are you ready for the report later?” she looked tensed and excited at the same time.

You nodded your head and rests your bag over the swivel chair. She follows inside your office and sat at the visitor chair in front of your table.

“I still can’t believe how you’re not thrilled to report in front of Mr. Sim. How come your knees doesn’t go weak whenever his eyes sets at you?” she asks, exaggerating.

You chuckled and shook your head. She’s just like Lucie, they’re both head over heels Mr. Sim.

Soon after, you are informed that the boss will be arriving soon together with one of its good friend, Mr. Nishimura. It’s not the first time you’ve seen his snobby handsome face. He often visits here with the boss, Mr. Jake Sim. It was obvious that they’re very close with each other.

Mr. Sim is not that friendly, but you can sense that he’s a little friendlier towards you. At first, you find it odd and suspicious, but he never did something that made you uncomfy so the thought eventually dismissed.

Mr. Nishimura on the other hand is a lot goofier, but he’s moody. Sometimes he smiles and greets you, but there are times he seemed so cold and distant. Almost makes you think that there’s two of them.

Suited men enters the floor to where the conference room was located, and just by then you stood up because the boss will show up anytime soon. The head of your department, together with you and Clara stood silently.

“Why does Mr. Sim needs to have so many bodyguards?” she asks, talking loudly of your own thoughts.

You used to wonder about that one as well. Yes, you completely understand that he’s very much wealthy and that he needed security, but its just oddly exaggerated. To the point that it doesn’t feel right. Like something’s behind it.

“Did you know there's a rumor that Mr. Sim is from the family of Mafia? Some says he’s that guy! Sim Jaeyun!” Clara added, mentioning a name that is almost feel forbidden to say because it feels like something bad will happen to you if you did.

“Ehh...” your words stall as you try to imagine Jake holding guns and doing some dangerous stuff. Yes it would definitely look cool, but nah.

“Come on? There’s no way, Clara. Besides, isn’t Mr. Jake Sim originally from Australia?”

She pursed her lips and sighed, “You’re right. Maybe it really is just a coincidence.”

She stops talking when the guy you are just talking about enters. Beside him was Mr. Nishimura, smirking.

Everyone politely bows in his arrival and he did a small bow as well, roaming his eyes around his employees like as if searching for somebody. When it met yours, you once again bowed at him. He nods his head and smiles.

“Let’s go inside, shall we?” and with that all of you enters, proceeding to your meeting.

“Are you sure you aren’t developing some kind of feelings, hyung?” Ni-ki asked with suspicion and judgement through his eyes.

The meeting just ended and after everyone was dismissed, Jake started rummaging over your information and stared at it for an hour already.

Jake rolls his eyes and sighs, before undoing his necktie. “Stop talking nonsense, Ni-ki. I’m not planning to receive Sunghoon’s wrath.” he mumbled with a monotone.

Ni-ki shrugged his shoulders off and just mindlessly stared at the papers on the table. It’s been a while since they started this babysitter thing with you. Even if they’re making sure you are safe and you’re living comfortably, the two of them kept their distance. Making sure they aren’t totally becoming suspicious to avoid any problems.

He heard Sunghoon’s recent achievement was a blow because he managed to get one of the Kwon’s biggest source of income. He strived hard for the past year and now the engagement was announced to be officially off. Although, he wasn’t really going to do it in any circumstances.

“What’s so interesting about Aelia’s files, hyung? We already know everything that’s in there. Can we just go somewhere fun? Like visit Jay hyung and piss him off?” he sounded so bored already.

Jake sighs, “I’m checking her schedule and her latest appointment results from her therapists. I think she can go to an out of the country trip now.” he says.

Ni-ki almost fell from his chair after he heard what his hyung said. Is he thinking what he thinks he’s talking about? After waiting for so long, is it really happening already?

“Are you planning to make them meet?!” he sounded more than excited and Jake couldn’t even blame him.

He himself feels so thrilled of how its going to be after Sunghoon managed to find you.

“Don’t get too excited, Ni-ki. You’ll spoil the moment.” he kids that was ignored by the younger one.

“Can we be there when it happens?!”

Jake gave him this weird look, like as if he thinks he’s losing his mind. Ni-ki remains smiling, hopeful that his hyung will agree.

“Why would you want to be there, you creep? Let them have their moment.” and even threw a crumpled paper over Ni-ki.

He snorts, “I am their moment.” he jokes.

“Sunghoon will choke you.”

“Damn, tell him to save it for Aelia instead.”

Jake looked at him with disgust, “You should just go home.”

Ni-ki laughed so loud because of it before fishing his phone from his pocket. “No fucking thanks. I’ll stay here with you. Do you want to order food? I want some sushi.”

Jake just sighs and started typing a message. Sunghoon deserves a reward after-all. It’s time for them to meet already. He could not help but to look forward for that moment to happen. First, he needs to make sure you’re ready to try and go out of the country again.

Your eyes lifts from the monitor towards Clara who just knocked and peak her head to see you.

“Ms. Nam said she needs to see you at her office.” she announced and you just gave her a short nod.

“I’ll be right there.”

After saving your work, you stood up and head towards the office of the head of your department. Everyone’s pretty busy with their own work. Even if a little confused as to why she randomy calls for you, you shrugged it off.

You knocked twice and waited for her to let you in. A bright smile is what greets you. It made you feel relieved.

“You call for me, Miss?”

“Yes! I need to talk to you about something.”

You nodded and sat down at the chair in front of her table. She kept her gaze at you, like checking of signs to say what she’s about to say.

“I want you to attend the seminar next week.”

You were surprised for a while, “B-But is it the one that will be held outside of the country?” your tone sounded so worried.

She nods, “Yes, my schedule got mixed up and I have to be somewhere important that week. I need someone reliable to be present on that seminar and that person is you.”

You are silent, unable to say anything. All you can think of is how will you do that or if you’ll be fine about it. Only bad things happens whenever you go out of the country, so you’re starting to decline any possible chance to go.

“B-But Miss—”

“I’m not taking a no for an answer, Ae.” she states in a strict tone.

Your lips pursed into a thin line and fingers fidgets while your hand rests on top of your thighs. You feel anxious, scared and worried.

“I know what you’ve been through before and I really feel bad for you. But there are things that we need to face sooner or later, our fears included.”

She’s right anyway. Just like what Lucie always tells you, there’s no better way to get rid of that fear other than facing them.

Without thinking twice, you nodded your head. And that was it. No more backing out this time. You’ll really go out of the country again. Hopefully this trip will be better than your past experiences. If not, then you’ll probably just rot in your country.

On the other hand, Icarus, Sunghoon’s right hand knocks over his boss' office late at night. He heard him telling him to come in so he opened the door.

“Sir, we have new updates about the girl.”

Sunghoon’s hand halts from signing one of the proposals he was holding. His eyes bore at the paper, thoughts slowly getting blank.

Here goes again that familiar feeling. Hope.

How many times did that emotion lights fire inside him and kills it afterwards? How many times did he felt so frustrated and disappointed whenever he fails to find you? How many times did he lose his mind and went crazy out of anger because you were not there?

It was awful and devastating. It was tiring and draining.

But here he is again, hoping that this time he will find you. He will never stop until you are in his arms. He will never let anyone stop him. He will find you. He doesn’t care how broken or ruined he is after failing over and over again, because he knew it’ll be worth it once he find you.

He stood up without hesitation and grabbed his coat. “Get my private plane ready.”

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ok i'm not going to post the ask but:

to the anon who sent a message detailing your interpretation of marius' motivations in turning benji and sybelle: your message was polite and i personally don't mind that you sent it! i have to admit i don't understand the impulse of coming to someone's askbox to defend marius - you said you weren't 'apologizing' for him but why else send an ask? it is a defense if not an apology and like, i am not hurt by this in this instance, but it might be worth considering for yourself that if you had sent this message to someone else, they might've been really upset by it. people react emotionally to fiction and nitpicking at the 'accuracy' of someone's emotional reaction, especially to a character like marius, has the potential to be quite hurtful. it's good to think about these things! especially since it felt like your message really was coming from a good place and in good faith. i am sure you don't want to go around hurting people. so maybe it would be good to examine why you feel invested enough to send a message like this, and what you will gain, and the impact your words can have.

but! to the message itself:

it is difficult for me to overstate how much i do not care if marius believed what he was doing was for armand's own good. the mere belief that your actions are helping someone doesn't matter if those actions are, ultimately, taking away someone's ability to choose for themselves. especially if it is someone you have power over, especially if you know it will cause them distress. honestly? if marius had just done it to be a bastard or as a 'random flex' as you put it, it would be less horrifying. what makes him so disgusting is that he is so certain at all times that armand is a child and marius-knows-best and no words or actions armand could ever take will convince him otherwise.

it's also crucial to remember this particular choice of marius' exists within the context of taking away armand's ability to choose for himself over and over and over again. it's a pattern, and a pattern that exists within the framework of an abusive relationship.

lastly, i'm going to be real with you. i am never, ever going to give a single fuck what marius thinks he's doing or how he justifies any action of his in his head. every single cell in my body hates that fucker and always will and there will never be room for any nuance in my heart because he's gross piece of shit who should die. that's just always where i'm gonna be with him! and if that isn't where you are, that's fine. but it's not worth wasting anyone's time trying to convince me to have even a shred of understanding let alone sympathy. cold day in hell, etcetera

#asks #marius die in a fire for real this time #/#//#///#////#//////#////////#don't want this in the main taggssss #/////////#////////////#interview with the vampire #i really do hope this doesn't come across as aggressive anon i don't want people discouraged from sending asks #but it is important i think to consider their impact and if they are helpful and to whom #and in this particular case: literally i could not physically care less

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cherrycola27 · 2 years ago

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Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 9: On a Cross

It had been three weeks since your first date with Bradley. In that time, the two of you had several more amazing dates. Each one was better than the last, but each one ended the same.

The two of you would make out in the hallway or in his Bronco or on your couch, but you never crossed that line into a more physical aspect of your relationship. You'd sent each other several spicy messages, and there were tons of lingering touches between the two of you, but you couldn't get out of your head to cross that final boundary.

Three nights ago, when he was telling you good night, Bradley asked you, "Angel, would you officially be my girlfriend?" You grinned back at him before responding, "I thought I already was." You were sure after that it would end with the two of you between the sheets, but alas, and early morning training the next day prevented that.

But tonight, everything was going to change.

Bradley had made reservations for the two of you at a French restaurant you had been dying to try. You'd went out and bought a new black dress for the occasion.

It was perfect. It flattered your frame in the best way, accentuated all of your favorite features, and with its tasteful thigh slit, it toed the line of being the perfect combination of classy and sexy.

The dress looked amazing on you, but it was going to look even better when Bradley took it off of you tonight. That's really the only reason you bought it if you were being honest.

He showed up exactly fifteen minutes earlier than he said he would to pick you up. When you saw him standing in your doorway, dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a crisp black button down, you debated how badly you really wanted to go out. You would gladly stay home and have Bradley for dinner because he looked delicious.

Bradley, however, didn't give you the option to act on your thoughts because he was grabbing you by the hand and walking you towards the end of the hallway.

"You look amazing." He told you as the two of you entered the elevator. "Thank you, Bradley. You look so handsome in this suit." You complimented him.

He would look even better out of it

"Bradley, why don't we take my car tonight. The restaurant has valet parking and I know you don't trust them behind the wheel on the Bronco." You tell him.

"Okay. Can I have the keys?" He asks with you, agreeing to your idea.

"Sure, Love, let me just get them out of my bag." You tell him as you rifle through your bag.

"Drat!" You cry out as your search proves unsuccessful. "Bradley, Love, I think I left them up upstairs. I'm going to run up and get them. I'll be right back." You tell him as you take off back towards the elevator, not giving him a chance to convince you otherwise.

You mentally scold yourself for not thinking to grab them as you ride the elevator up to your floor. You curse as you fiddle with your house key before entering your apartment.

You speak to Hydra and Cerberus, who look up at you confused as to why you are back so early. "Chill out you two, Mommy just left her car keys." You tell them as you walk into your kitchen. You find your car keys sitting on your counter, just where you had left them.

You quickly swipe them up and tuck them into your purse. You give Hydra and Cerberus a quick pet goodbye before locking up and walking back to the elevator.

You press the and wait patiently for the car to come to your floor. You watch the numbers slowly climb, and it's almost to your floor when a crippling pain surges in your chest. You grab your chest and your knees buckle as the pain rips through your body.

You know something isn't right. And then, it hits you.

Bradley

You quickly fling open the door to the stairwell. You don't have time to wait for the elevator. Something has happened to Bradley, and you have to get to him now. You pull off the expensive high heels you are wearing and toss them side, they are slowing you down.

You start sprinting, taking the stairs two at a time, trying to get to him as quickly as possible.

Your lungs burn as you try to suck in air. Your heart hurts knowing that Bradley is in danger. You'd gotten slack and hadn't checked his lifetime counter in the longest time. What if something happened to him that you could have prevented?

You burst through the metal door that leads out to your floor of the parking garage. You're panting hard as you try to catch your breath. "Bradley!" You cry out as you frantically search for him.

"Angel!" He yells, you can hear the distress in his voice. You round the corner, and that's when you see it.

Three men have jumped Bradley. Two are holding onto him tightly as he tries to fight them off. But they force him to his knees. The third has a gun pointed at Bradley's face.

Rage burns through you. You can feel the flames of anger burning on your skin, your true Goddess form threatening to break through.

The man with the gun asks Bradley for something, but Bradley spits in his face. The man punches him in the gut.

"Bradley! No!" You cry out. All four men turn to look at you, but none of them dare to move. There is a good distance between you and the attackers and you hope to keep it that way.

"Angel! Run! Get out of here!" Bradley warns you. You can see the terror written all over his face.

"I'm not leaving you, Bradley." You tell him.

"Aww, how sweet. But you should really listen to your boyfriend, honey, because it's about to get ugly." The man whom you assume is the leader of the assailants says.

"Leave him alone!" You yell at him.

"Oh, I will, as soon as he gives us the Soul Sword." The attacker says.

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about!" Bradley pleads with them.

Everything clicks into place when the attacker tells you what he wants. This isn't just some random mugging, and these aren't regular thieves.

These are God hunters.

God hunting has been a sport for as long as you can remember. When Gods and Goddess are in their true form, not much can hurt them, but in their mortal form, Gods and Goddess are more vulnerable.

Each God and Goddess also has a totem that grants whoever is in possession of it, some of their power.

Zeus has his bolt, Artemis her bow, and you—you have the Soul Sword. It has the power to banish anyone cut by it to the Underworld permanently. It's extremely powerful and should only be handled with care.

You aren't sure how these God hunters found you, but your best guess is that because of misogynistic mythology, they think Bradley is you.

"Please, stop." You tell them. But they don't listen to you. They continue to badger Bradley. You don't know what to do. You can't call the police because how would you even explain this situation? You have to find a way to stop them.

The leader of the group demands for Bradley to give him the sword once again, and Bradley tells him that he doesn't have it.

"Fine!" The man seethes. "Maybe if I put a few holes in your girl, that will get you talking!" The man shouts as he turns the gun towards you.

"Leave her alone you son of a bitch! Angel! Run!" Bradley spits out as he lowers his shoulder into one of them men who is holding onto him.

He knocks him off and gets himself free, but as he jumps up, the leader pistol whips Bradley in the face. You hear the unmistakable crack of Bradley's nose breaking. Blood pours down his face as his body slumps and lands in a heap on the ground. He's out cold.

"NO!" You scream out. But it's not a regular scream. It's guttural. It comes from deep inside you. You don't recognize yourself as you shout. It's accompanied by a burst of flames from your hands as all three men turn to look at you with stunned looks on their faces.

"What the—" one of them starts, but you cut them off.

"It's not him you want. It's me. I'm Hades. I'm the one who has the Soul Sword." You growl out. As you stare the men down.

The leader looks at you and cocks his head to the side. "Hades, a woman? Who would have thought. Well, darling, let me tell you what's going to happen. You are going to hand over the Soul Sword, or my buddy over there is going to kill your boyfriend." He says as he gestures to Bradley's crumpled form. He walks over to him and jerks his head up by his hair and presses the gun to Bradley's temple. The sight of it causes the last of your resolve to snap.

Centuries of suppressing your emotions fall away in an instant as a ball of flames erupts around you.

You can feel the flames on your skin as they consume you.

The roses tattooed on your forearm sprout, and their thorns grow out and wrap around your left arm, over your shoulder and around your torso to form a breastplate. A flowing black skirt with the end singed cascades over your legs.

The poppies tattooed behind your ear bloom into a flaming crown on your head.

Your shoulders snap back, and your spine feels like it's about to break in half as large, thick, winged feathers the color of smoke and ash sprout from your shoulder blades.

You cry out in anger and pain from the transformation.

Finally, the dagger from your arm materializes in your hand and expands to its true form. You grip the handle of the Soul Sword as the flames fade down until they are only burning on your wings and the hem of your skirt.

The three men look at you, too stunned to speak.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley had come to, and he was awestruck at your form. He isn't sure if what he is witnessing is real or a product of the concussion he's sure he has. But you, Hades, his girlfriend—his Angel, a nickname he had given you as a joke at first more than anything, had transformed into a real life one, right in front of him.

He couldn't believe how beautiful you looked.

The roses that form your armor are elegant. You hover gracefully as your large wings that are nothing short of magnificent keep you in the air. Bradley is astounded by you. He's awestruck as he looks on with adoration in his eyes.

"If you want the Soul Sword, you're going to have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands." You warn them men. Your voice is deep—ominous. It doesn't sound anything like you.

"That can be arranged." The leader says, as he fires his gun at you. You pull your wings forward, and they stop the bullet. It falls to the ground in a molten heap.

You settle your feet on the smooth concrete of the parking garage before flapping your wings and sending bursts of fire towards the attackers, but they are unphase by it. They must have some sort of protection charm on them.

The leader shoots at you again, but your wings keep you safe.

"Your bullets can't hurt me. You can't hurt me. You need to stop this and leave." You tell them.

"My bullets might not, but this can." The God hunters says as he draws something from his side. You recognize it instantly. It's a Herculean dagger. One of them few things, like your Soul Sword, that can kill Gods.

"I think you know what this is. So, either you give me your sword, or I slit your boyfriend's throat, kill you, and take the sword by force." The hunter says. He stalks toward Bradley, but you fly at him, sword in hand to stop him. You swing it high to bring down on him, but his dagger elongates into a sword itself.

A loud clang of metal crashing together echoes through the desolate concrete structure. You jump back, startled at the fact that your attack was blocked.

The God hunters take advantage of your shock and converge on you. One attempts to grab you, but the thorns on your arm sink into his hands and draw blood. He jumps back in pain.

You use it to your advantage and swing around quickly, slicing your sword through his torso. He disappears in a cloud of fire and smoke. Minthe and Hecate can deal with him now.

You move to turn your attention towards the other two hunters, but before you can, you hear one running towards you. He leaps and jumps on your back and wraps his hands around your throat, cutting off your airway.

You drop your sword and claw at his arms, but he's strong. You force your wings open, and it sends the God hunter flying off of you. He hits the ground with a hard thud. You scramble to grab the Soul Sword and drive it deep into his chest, sending him to the Underworld.

A thick layer of swear has broken out across your body. It drips down your brow and stings your eyes. You lean heavily on the handle of your sword. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. You're not your full strength, and you can feel it.

You look up, and you see the final God hunter standing there menacingly. He's brought a semi conscious Bradley to his feet and has the Herculean dagger pressed tightly against his throat.

"I'm done playing, Hades. Drop the sword, or I drop him." He warns you. You can tell that he is serious, and you can also see the fear in Bradley's eyes.

You can bring yourself to look at his time clock. It's not a question you're ready to have answered.

"Fine." You relent with a heavy sigh. "Let him go, and you can have the Soul Sword. The God hunter relaxes, and let's go of Bradley.

I thought you would see it my way. He says as he stalks over to you. You watch him tuck the Herculean dagger away. You shrink the Soul Sword down to its dagger form.

The God hunter stops in front of you and smirks at you. He holds his hand out, and you place the dagger in it.

The God hunter grips the blade in his hand and brings it up to his face to inspect it. He examines the blade, and you watch the smile of victory on his face twist fade into a look of bewilderment as he realizes what you've done.

"You bitch, this isn't the—" but his words are cut short as you sink your dagger into his chest and twist it. You had slyly switched the Soul Sword for the God hunters' own weapon when he had approached you. He was none the wiser.

You pull it out and watch the blood pour from him before driving it between his ribs.

He coughs and sputters as blod fills his mouth and dribbles down his chin. You can see the light fading from his eyes . You stare him down with your own, which are burning bright with rage

"I gave you the chance to walk away. You should have taken it. You picked the wrong Goddess to mess with. You came after someone I loved. Big mistake." You say as you twist the knife again, driving it deeper into his heart. You pull it free, and the God hunter's blood drips off of it and runs down your forearm. You draw back, ready to slit his throat, just like he had threatened to do to Bradley, but the flames of the Underworld swirl around him before dragging him away.

You finally let go of the breath that had been holding and dropped the dagger. It chatters loudly to the ground.

You turn back towards Bradley, who I'd standing, frozen in place. He looks at you as your wings and flames and roses fade away. The warrior Goddess in front of him turns back into the woman he knows.

Your dress is destroyed, burned to tatters that barely cover you. A layer of soot and ash covers your body, and the smell of smoke lingers in the air.

Your legs are shaking as you stand on uneasy feet.

"Angel." Bradley speaks softly as he takes a few soft steps towards you.

You're sure you look insane standing before him covered it soot, sweat, and blood.

"Bra—Bradley. Stay back. D—don't come any closer." You stutter out as you stretch out your hands to try and deter him from approaching you.

You take a few uneasy steps back, but your body is weak. It's been so long since you've been in your true form that you've forgotten how much of a toll it takes on you since you didn't have your full powers.

Bradley comes closer to you, not heeding your warning, you turn to run away from him. You're ashamed that he saw who you really are, and that he was in danger because of you. But more than anything, you're terrified of what he has to say about it.

You had finally been able to let him in, to care about him, and to let him care about you, and now, all of that was about to come crashing down.

"Angel, wait!" Bradley calls to you. You try to get away, but your body fails you. Your limbs become heavy, dark spots cloud your vision before everything goes black.

Bradley surges forward and catches your fragile form in his arms just before you hit the ground.

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"Oh my god." Bradley breathes out as he pulls you into his arms.

"Angel, baby—oh my god." Bradley almost weeps as he looks at your face. Your brows are knitted, and a scowl of pain is drawn on your lips.

He gently lifts your limp body and carries you bridal style over to the elevator. He's debating on whether to take you back to your apartment or to his. He knows he can't leave you out in the open like this.

He decides to take you to his. He knows that Maverick and Amelia are supposed to come over later to walk Cerberus because the two of you had planned for dinner and a movie tonight and knew you would be out late.

Bradley doesn't want to chance it and have to explain to Mav or Amelia about why you are unconscious. He doesn't even know how he would explain it. He's not even one hundred percent sure what he witnessed.

Bradley taps his foot impatiently as he waits for the elevator to take him to his floor. He's praying that he doesn't run into any of his neighbors along the way.

He shifts your weight in his arms to better support your head and presses a kiss to your temple. It's then that he realizes how hot your body is. You're burning up.

The elevator reaches his floor, and Bradley races down the hall. It's tricky, but he's able to unlock his door without dropping you.

Bradley maneuvers through his apartment and takes you into his bathroom. He gently places you in his bathtub before tossing his suit jacket aside and removing his button-up shirt.

Now that he is down to his undershirt, he has more room to move.

Bradley grabs a wash cloth and turns on come barely warm water. He knows he needs to cool your body down and clean the ash and blood off of you, but he doesn't want to shock your system.

"Baby, can you please open your eyes for me?" Bradley asks you as he gingerly moves the cloth across your face to wipe the grime away.

"Angel—please." He's practically begging you now as he fights back tears. He's so worried about you. In more way than one.

He wants to hear you say that you're okay and that everything is fine.

He also wants to ask you what just happened. If it was real or some sort of hallucination.

But more than anything, Bradley wants to know why you didn't want him near you after everything was over. Why did you plead with him to stay away? The look on your face flashes through his mind. You were terrified—anxious—afraid.

He shakes the thoughts from his mind as he cups his hand to gently pour some water over your hair to rinse it. He takes his time, running the wash cloth over the grey and black soot on your body until it's all gone and until your body temperature has cooled down.

Bradley looks down at his arms and hands and scrubs any remaining traces away. His grey undershirt is ruined, but he doesn't care. As he goes to strip it off, he realizes that he now has a new problem.

Your dress is a burned mess of tattered cloth, and it's soaking wet from where he tried to clean you.

Bradley knows he can't leave you in his bathtub, but he also can't leave you in what you're wearing.

He sighs and goes to his bedroom. He changes out of his dress pants and pulls on some grey sweats and an old Top Gun shirt before pulling out a pair of his boxers and his softest UVA tee.

Bradley is wrestling with himself mentally as he stands over you.

This is not how he pictured taking your dress off of you tonight, nor is this how he thought it would be the first time he got to see you naked in person, but he can't leave you like this.

Before he can think too hard about it, Bradley gently pulls the ruined material of your dress up over your head.

He doesn't let his eyes linger on your naked form. It would be wrong to do so when you are like this. He'll save the lingering glances for another time when you're conscious and consenting.

He tosses the fabric into a heap next to the tub and slides his shirt over you. Once you're covered, he carefully lifts you out of the tub and walks you to his bed. He sets you down easily on one side before slipping his boxers on your legs and over your thighs. He knows that when you wake up, you're probably going to be scared, and he wants to preserve your modesty as much as he can because of that.

Bradley then pulls back his duvet and nestles you against his pillows before covering you up.

He quickly goes to his kitchen and grabs a bottle of water and a few snacks for you just in case.

He comes back to his room and sets them on his nightstand before taking a step back and looking at you.

Bradley can't believe how small and fragile you look in his bed. You're curled up tightly in his sheets. He can feel the stress behind your tightly closed eyes.

Bradley slides onto the bed beside you. He grabs your hand and tries to soothe the white knuckles grip you have on the blanket.

He pulls you close to him, and your body settles some. Bradley holds you flush against his chest. One of his hands rubs comforting circles on your back while the other brushes your hair from your face.

Bradley places a few tender kisses to your forehead while whispering praises and sweet nothings to you.

"Angel, I'm right here, baby. I'm right here. I've got you. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. Can you please open your eyes for me? C'mon baby, let me see those beautiful eyes." He repeats over and over.

But you don't open them.

Bradley sighs as he strokes your hair, trying to comfort you. You're restless. Your legs jerk, and your body twitches, refusing to settle. Every now and then, you let out a pitiful whimper that breaks another piece of Bradley's heart. He hates seeing you like this.

Bradley doesn't remember falling asleep, but at some point he had dozed off.

He's startled awake when he feels you punch him in the torso, and your legs are kicking at him. Your body thrashes from side to side as you fight an invisible enemy.

Bradley tries to grab your hands to keep you from hurting yourself, and he speaks to you gently in an effort to calm you, but you don't settle.

Instead, you jolt up from the bed with a shout.

Your eyes are wild as they dart around the room.

This place isn't familiar. This isn't your bed, this isn't your apartment, these aren't your clothes.

You panic as you frantically try to get up, but something—someome strong holds you in place. You try to wriggle out of their grasp, but you're weak. Your ears are ringing, and your vision is blurry, and you can't breathe.

You're vaugly aware of someone saying your name, but you can't focus. It's only when he runs his fingers through your hair and calls you "Angel" that you realize the person holding onto you is Bradley.

Bradley—no

You have to get away from him

You can't hurt him

"Angel, baby, calm down. Everything is alright. Everything is fine." Bradley tries to talk you down, but you still have the deer in the headlights look on your face, and you're still fighting him.

"Bra—" you try to speak, but your throat feels like sandpaper.

"Here, drink this." Bradley encourages you as he holds out a water bottle.

You look at him cautiously, like you're scared to take it from him. He nods his head to reassure you. You tentatively wrap your fingers around it before twisting off the cap and downing it in two gulps.

You take a deep breath and look down at the sheets. You're afraid to meet his eyes.

"Angel?" Bradley asks as he slips his thumb and forefinger under your chin. He tilts your face up to meet his gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asks you.

Of all the things to say. He asks you if you're okay before anything else.

"I—are you okay?" You ask him back.

"I'm fine. I'm not the one who—" Bradley doesn't even know how to finish his sentence.

"What about your nose and your head?" You press. You want to reach to touch his face, but you draw your hands back. He's seen what they can do—what you can do. You know it's only a matter of time before he tells you to leave him alone forever.

"I'm fine. I promise." He seems so genuine when he says it.

"Where are my clothes?" You as him. Your brain is catching up, and you realize you're dressed in one of Bradley's shirts and his boxer shorts.

"They are kind of ruined. They were burned, and you were covered in ash, so I cleaned you up and changed your clothes. But don't worry, I didn't—I'd never—I'd never touch you like that without your permission. I just couldn't leave you in what you were wearing." Bradley tries to reassure you.

"Thank you." You choke out as tears burn in your eyes.

"I'll go now." You say as you suppress a sob.

"Go? Angel, why would you go?" Bradley looks at you confused. He scrambles to the side of the bed to try and hold you.

"Because you saw what I am—You saw who I am, Bradley. Hades instead just my call sign. It's my identity. I'm the Goddess of death, Queen of the Underworld, and I—I'm a monster." You whisper the last part, to ashamed to speak it any louder.

"You don't have to put on a brave face. I can't imagine how afraid of me you are. But you don't have to worry. I won't hurt you. Not on purpose anyway." You tell him. You stand up, but Bradley grabs your arm, forcing you to sit.

"Angel—" Bradley protests.

"Bradley, you need to get away from me. I'm dangerous. You saw first hand. I need to go back to my apartment and pack. I—I'll have to put in a transfer to another squadron. I can't stay here any longer now that you know. It's not safe for you to be around me. Please—please don't say anything to anyone. It's better that way." You're rambling as you slip out of his grasp and start walking away.

Bradley stands up and blocks your path.

"Bradley—please—don't make this harder than it has to be." You beg him with teary eyes. Your heart is already breaking, and he isn't helping.

He doesn't say anything. Bradley stands there silently for a moment. He opens his mouth, and you're waiting for him to tell you to get out of his life, but he does something unexpected.

Bradley wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug. He buries his nose in your hair and kisses the top of your head before whispering, "I'm not afraid of you, Angel. I love you. How could I be scared of someone I love?"

You can't believe your ears. Your brain is screaming at you that he's lying, but in your heart, you know it's true.

You let go of the sob you've been holding in. Your shoulders shake as the emotion overcomes your body. Bradley can feel your hot tears seeping through the material of his shirt, but he doesn't complain.

He picks you up like you weigh nothing. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you back to his bed he sits down on the edge and holds onto you with everything he has.

He strokes your hair and rocks you back and forth. Then, he starts gently singing "You Are My Sunshine" to you like he had done months ago, the first time he saw you break.

Eventually, your tears stop, and your breath evens out.

You tlit your head up to meet Bradley's eyes. His gaze is soft and reassuring.

"You aren't—you aren't afraid of me?" You hiccup out.

"Not in the least. I meant what I said. I love you, Angel." Bradley says in earnest. And you believe him.

"I think I love you too." You tell him.

He smiles back at you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. It's silent for a moment between the two of you.

"Angel, can we talk about what happened?" Bradley asks. You take in a deep breath. You aren't sure where to start, so you start at the beginning, three thousand years ago.

Once you start talking, it's like the dam breaks and words flood out of you.

You tell him about your time on Olympus and in the Underworld.

You tell him about Persephone and how the two of you were happy together until you lost control of your powers and burned her. You tell him about she called you a demon and a monster and how she broke your heart and how you were banned from Olympus after what happened.

You tell him about how the Titans cast you off and how you'd never been able to prove that you were worthy and how you weren't immortal but had hundreds of lives but now you were down to your last one.

You told him about how you could see when people were going to die and that you checked his and the rest of the Dagger's lifetime counters religiously.

You also explained to him that is how you knew something was wrong with his jet all those months ago.

Finally, you tell him how much he reminds you of Persephone and how much you care for him, but how you were afraid that he would think that you were a monster too. That's why you'd been keeping him at arms length. That's why you were afraid he would want you to leave him after what happened.

When you're finished telling Bradley everything, he's stunned. There is suddenly so much about you that makes sense now that he never thought to question before. He takes it in stride and assures you over and over that he's not going to leave you and that he isn't scared of you, but he does need some time to process everything because— it's a lot.

You understand that. You know you put so much on him, but at the same time, it's relieving to have told him. He's the first person in thousands of years who knows who you really are.

Bradley goes to get both of you something to drink and a snack. He leaves you alone for just a few minutes, but it's just enough to leave you alone with your thoughts and let the doubt creep in.

When Bradley comes back, you're crying again.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says as he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"It's stupid. I don't even—just don't worry about it." You try to brush him off, but he cups your face in his hands.

"Talk to me." Bradley tells you.

"I can trust you? Right Bradley?" You ask him.

"Of course you can." He smiles at you as he brushes the stray tears from your cheeks.

"I just don't want you to throw me away—like she did." You admit to him. The thought of him leaving you is soul crushing. You couldn't bear it.

"Never." Bradley breaths out. "I love you. So much." He tells you. You nuzzle your face in his hands. "I love you too." You call back to him.

He hugs you tightly before making you eat a sandwich and drinking some water and an electrolyte drink.

Your eyes are heavy as you try to fight sleep. But Bradley notices the way your breathing slows.

"You can rest, Baby. I'll be right here with you, Angel." Bradley tells you as he tucks you in his sheets. You curl up close to him, with your head on his chest. Bradley tucks one arm under his head and wraps the other around you.

Your mind is plagued with the thoughts of what tomorrow will bring, but that is a problem for another day.

Bradley gives you a kiss on the head, and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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trafficlife · 2 years ago

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I Never Told You (I Still Love You)

Strike one was Etho saying "you own my heart, Joel" in front of half the server.

Strike two was Etho saying "I love you" in front of the other half the server.

Strike three wasn't what Etho said. It was what he did, when he appeared in that boat.

Joel knew then and there that he was fucked.

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Joel didn’t know what to expect when he walked up to Lizzie, Tango, Mumbo and Bdubs.

He didn’t expect to spot a birch boat slowly rowing towards the group out of the corner of his eye. And the person inside the boat was—

Oh, for goodness sake.

He thought he could look away in time, pretend to not have noticed him, but mismatched eyes met his own and—

… Bloody hell.

Joel felt his heart thump against his ribcage, so loudly and so intensely he thought it would burst. In an instant, everyone else had vanished and the time froze. It was just him and Etho, staring at each other, being here together, communicating with their eyes.

Now, Joel didn’t completely know what he was communicating to Etho. But his mind was already filling the gaps: I still love you, I should have said it then, I never stopped loving you.

And, surprisingly, it was true. Joel couldn’t stop loving Etho, even if he tried. And he did try. But he failed miserably. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel part of his soul die, when he rejected Etho’s confession last week. And it made him wonder, did the soulbond not completely fade? Did Etho feel it too? Were they still soulmates, in spite of everything that happened?

Joel was still staring into Etho’s eyes. He never forgot how mesmerizing they were, especially the left one. It reminded him of lava, scarlet decorated with orange specks. Underneath the sunlight, it shimmered like a ruby and underneath the pale moonlight, it looked almost. Either way, regardless of how his eyes looked, they were perfect. Etho was perfect. At times, Joel felt blessed to have had Etho as his soulmate because how could a man be so perfect, the ice needed to extinguish his fire, one of the few people willing to follow Joel and the path of destruction he’d leave.

… Gods, did Joel fall hard.

And he didn’t realize how deeply he had zoned out. Despite spending hours staring into Etho’s eyes in the past, he always got lost in them.

Etho had rowed closer to Joel now, gesturing his head towards the back of the boat. As if drawn to it, Joel immediately went in behind him, without uttering a single word. He kept his hands in his lap, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around Etho’s waist for both physical and mental support.

“We’re reliving the past now, Joel,” Etho spoke, finally breaking the barrier of silence separating them. Joel hummed in acknowledgment, eyes drifting around to take in the server. Tango, Mumbo and BDubs were far ahead of them but Joel didn’t care about them. He was just happy to be here with Etho, to finally be alone with him after all this time. “Remember the good old days? Just me and you, riding around in the boats?”

Joel sighed wistfully. “Ah, and the Relation ship…” He still remembered how quickly the ship went up in flames. All the work and heart and soul Joel put into building the ship manifested into a burning urge for vengeance. Yet, even though the symbol of their love disappeared, Joel and Etho’s relationship never felt so strong.

If only they could still be the same as they were back then.

Etho nodded his head. “Back when you cared about me.” The bitterness in Etho’s tone could have killed Joel almost instantly. His heart twisted in chest, did he really think that?

Well, of course he thought that! Especially considering how Joel rejected him the last game and just last week, the message seemed clear. But that wasn’t the truth, that wasn’t how he felt. Joel bit down on his lip, heart threatening to escape his chest, he had to convince Etho otherwise, he just had to—

“I still care, Etho,” Joel blurted out.

“You still care?” Somehow, Etho didn’t sound surprised.

“I do care, Etho, it’s just…” Joel’s voice faltered. He knew what he wanted to say but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He couldn’t say it, even though it’s been burning in the back of his mind since the end of Limited Life. There was never a right time to say it, he’d tell himself, even though it was long overdue.

“It’s just that we never see each other anymore?” Etho asked, finishing Joel’s sentence for him. It was partially the truth, but not exactly what Joel had in mind.

“No- well, yes. But I’m with the Mounders now, so…” Nice excuse, Joel, he scolded himself. He cringed a bit after saying it because it was so weak and pathetic and it shouldn’t have meant anything. Etho just nodded slowly, steering the boat towards a small ravine. “You better not be rowing me off this edge,” Joel warned. Subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around Etho’s waist for support.

Wow, he forgot how much he missed this. Joel relaxed himself and he felt Etho do the same thing, despite not appearing tense. It was… very comforting. How could he ever give this up?

Carefully, Etho guided the boat over the edge and just barely made it to the other side.

And almost instantly, Joel brought himself back right where he was before. He removed his arms from Etho’s waist, stood up, and quickly hopped out of the boat. “Well, that was lovely!”

Etho chuckled a bit. “Guess that’s the end of the relationship!”

Joel forced a laugh and turned away from Etho without saying goodbye. He smacked his forehead several times, while muttering ‘stupid, stupid, stupid…’ Why couldn’t he just tell Etho that he still wanted him? And he had his chance, they were alone at that moment. He just lost himself completely, becoming completely tongue-tied. That wasn’t like Joel. Did Etho really have him on this much of a chokehold?

But if that were the case, why couldn’t Joel just say how he felt?

He was a coward, that’s why. He’d been trying to avoid Etho because he never knew what to say to him. Especially after Etho said “you owned my heart” and then later saying “I love you.” Joel didn’t even know if Etho was being serious.

Joel didn’t even know if Etho still wanted him.

And Joel wouldn’t be surprised if Etho didn’t still want him. It was probably better for his heart to believe that was the truth either way.

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rose-riot-johnson · 2 years ago

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Hello my Tumblr Peeps😀👍I finally decided to work on a fanfic with non other than Jujutsu Kaisen's very own Aoi Todo, as the staring character, so enjoy🌟

📱C'mon Babe! It Was Only A Misunderstanding!📱((Adult) Aoi Todo x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Misunderstanding Type of Angst, Understanding Type Of Comfort, Communication Comfort, Kissing, and Fluff (Warning⚠️: Mentions Of The Reader Taking A Bath and Anything up to the reader's Imagination)

"What did I do wrong? Why did my babe get upset with my text message to (him/her/them)", Aoi Todo thought to himself, as he was feeling more than anxious. He tried to call you, however he hung up, because of the fact you weren't answering your cellphone, he was scared to wait until the last ring to see, if you would answer your cellphone, and he ended up not expecting you to him back.

Both you and Todo met when the both of you were first years of Jujutsu High, however after both you and Todo graduated Jujutsu High, he asked you out, which you told him yes, to having a relationship with him. While both you and Todo have ups and downs in that relationship, usually the both of you managed to figure things out with eachother.

However, this time, you sent him a pic of one of his orders that came to the place you and Todo shared together, which one of his orders is a body pillow of his favorite tall pop-idol Takada-chan, which the pic of the body pillow consists of you holding it, as you jokingly texted him that he knows he didn't have to buy you this body pillow of Takada-chan, while jokingly thanking him so much, also, then jokingly texted him that you will keep it in a place where he'll never find it when he's home with you, as you will hold it forever while he's not home with you, as you texted lol at the end of the message. Todo found it cute and kind of funny, so he texted his own jokes using emojis he thought would cute, as he then jokingly texted, if this was payback for a (character merch plushie of reader's choice) of a character both you and Todo liked that he got for himself, as he used an emoji he uses when embarrassed or something even jokingly. Then you afterwards texted him on how should you respond to that message, then texting you know all right and that he can have nice days and nights with his "precious" Takada-chan body pillow as he won't hear anymore from you until he can trust you with his item, as you then texted him good night, as you then used emojis that had him convinced that you're mad at him, because of the message he sent you.

After that and the fact that you weren't answering your cellphone when he tried to get ahold of you (which he was starting to get mad over), he almost gave up, as he was thinking of texting you that he was about to give up trying to call and text you or even trying talk to you, then since he realized he's almost home, he then said to himself, "Since I'm almost home, there's no sense in giving up yet, so I might, as well have a talk with (Any Gender Reader Name). He then went inside the home both you and Todo share together, to see about looking for you. He looked in the kitchen, the living room, the room both you and Todo share together (which the Takada-chan body pillow was there, however you weren't in sight), then lastly looked in the bathroom and there you were, as you're almost ready to take a bath.

"Hey, (Any Gender Reader Name)... We need to have a talk... It's important...", Todo said. You replied, "I get it... You want your space! You're mad at me! So, I'm giving you your personal space!". Todo was confused, as he replied back, "What do you mean? What are you talking about? Look babe... I'm not mad at you!". You replied back, "Well, Todo... The text you sent me, has me convinced that you're mad at me and you wanted your space, otherwise...". Todo then asked you to explain to him, as he really doesn't know why you would think that he would be mad at you over what he texted you.

You explained, "Remember that one party, when you were annoyed with me, as you told me to stop teasing you, after I kept poking you, because you were paying more attention to your cellphone... That very night that we almost had a break up on... Which we almost broke up over you getting pissed off at me, literally telling me to quit teasing you, after I kept poking your abs, while you were more focused on your cellphone googling pics constantly than you were on me non stop...". Todo thought about it for a sec then replied, "Oh... I get why you're upset with the message I sent earlier and I remember texting the "teasing me" part, however I don't remember texting the "quit" part.". You got really irritated as you showed him your text messages with him through your cellphone, as you exclaimed, "Look at the messages, Todo! You did text me to quit teasing you! Keep checking, until you realized that you texted me this!".

Todo examined the text message, he texted, like you told him to, until he saw proof that you were right about the text message part as he just realized he jokingly texted babe using emojis, then texted quit teasing him into having me think that you would keep it using more cute emojis, then jokingly texted the question, if this was payback for a (character merch plushie of reader's choice) of a character both you and Todo liked that he got for himself, as he used an emoji he uses when embarrassed or something even jokingly, then he apologized for the message, the reassures you that he's definitely not mad at you, while what almost got him mad was your message after that, then you not answering your cellphone when he was trying to call you, which made him felt that you were mad at him. You explained that you were trying to get ready for a bath to calm yourself down, then reassure him that your not mad at him either.

The both of you realized that, you're not mad at Todo over his messages and he's not mad at you for your messages, as the both of you realized the incident with text messages from earlier was just a misunderstanding and have forgiven eachother, anyways. The both of you then kissed eachother. Ofcourse Todo is willing to let you have your privacy while you were taking a bath, because Todo will respect your wishes, especially if you would like to have privacy while taking a bath.

After your bath you put on the (sleep wear up to the reader's imagination), then went into the bedroom you and Todo share together, to only notice that Todo ended up having plans to give you massages. You were definitely surprised he planned this for you. You then realized he might be up to something, however went along with his plan, anyways. When you got on the bed, he started to massage your neck, then once he's done massaging your neck, he moved his hands to your back.

"Now, Todo... What's the occasion with you massaging me, anyways?", you asked as you're feeling relaxed and curious at the same time. As Todo continued to massage your back, proceeding to get close enough to breathe into your right ear before answering, "Well, (Any Gender Reader Name)... I usually don't like admitting that I was wrong on any part of any situations... However since we both ran into a misunderstanding through our text messages earlier... And coming to realize that I had texted the word "quit" in the same message as the words "teasing me", and not remembering everything I texted earlier... So to make up for this misunderstanding we had earlier... I decided I owe you atleast something... And I figured, if there's anything else you need, just let me know, my babe...", then kissing the right side of your facial cheeks. You were surprised to hear the misunderstanding from earlier being the reason he's doing this, however still relaxed and smiled from what he said and the kiss on the right side of the facial cheeks he gave you.

Todo continued, "And besides... When you're relaxed and happy, I'm relaxed and happy, too... Not because of of the happy spouse, happy house saying or sayings that are similar to that... Aside from my best friend Itadori, who I consider as my brother... You're the only person I feel that way about... I didn't mean to sound corny, like that... Here's something better for me to say... You're the only (boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other), I ever had I truly feel that way about... If I had anyone else, as my partner that way, I wouldn't love them at all, like I super love you, my babe... And I truly mean that...", then he finished massaging you, as you then turned around to look at him. You replied, "I understand... And I super love you too, Todo.", as you kissed Todo on the lips, then hugged him. Later that night you and Todo cuddled with eachother into a deep slumber.

The next morning, you woke up to only realize Todo wasn't in the bed with you, then noticed Todo, wearing a cute apron, as he was carrying a tray full of the food you liked for breakfast, then he said, "Sorry you didn't see me in the bed earlier... I didn't want to wake you up, and I wanted to cook you something... So, here...", as he happily handed you the tray before he continued, "Time for breakfast, (Any Gender Reader Name)...", then proceeded to wink at you. You were surprised he cooked you so e breakfast. You're so thankful he did that for you, too. That's because, besides Itadori, you are someone he will do anything for.

After you finished eating your breakfast, both you and Todo snuggled for a couple extra hours. Eversince those couple of days, both you and Todo began to bond with eachother more and have more of an understanding with eachother in your relationship with him. Even communication has been key for both you and Todo.

The End

Don't mind the short intro, prior to writing the fanfic itself my Tumblr Peeps😅 Anyways I really wanted to work on a fanfic that involves misunderstandings and I actually was gonna pick another character for this, then I did decide last minute that maybe have work with Todo as the staring character for this type of fanfic🤔💡😁 I did add alot of stuff for the ending for this fanfic, however the misunderstanding parts of the fanfic and understanding the root of what happened with the misunderstandings, are the main ideas I went for with the fanfic, even before fully decided which character to star in this fanfic😁👍 I get maybe the warnings maybe atleast a little harmless, if you think that it is, however the bathtub part and the clothing up to the reader's imagination part are reasons why put these warnings that I did for this fanfic😅🤷‍♀️Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I do truly hope you enjoy the first Aoi Todo fanfic I had actually written, because I do actually like him (character wise), because I was noticing that he became friends with Itadori (yes, I know why they're friends, however still), so if he is Itadori's friend (Megumi Fushiguro, included) (or considers Itadori their brother or stuff like that) then I like that character😁👍I hope you have fun reading this fanfic, as much as I had fun writing it, my Tumblr Peeps📱🌟💫

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