#remember if there’s anything you forget you can always check the au tag for all the content

[cyncerity]

it’s been so long since i’ve drawn dsmp vore but i was in a weird mood yesterday and i felt the need to make more Sapnap and Quackity stuff for the Store Shifter AU cause they’re my comfort vore pairing

so here’s just a fluffy soft vore gif of two of my favorite boys before i hit you with soul crushing angst in the next story i’ve been teasing (you’re not ready and i’m not sorry)

[astraariel]

scarlett love

pairing: sanji x fem!reader

summary: you forgot him, chose to let Sanji go, but was that enough? would the universe leave you alone and let you live in peace?

word count: 4.1K

warnings: cursing; spoilers (?) just mention of a character from the whole cake island arc, it’s a modern!au so I don't mention anything about the actual arc!

tags: angst; fluff; hanahaki disease; modern!au; reconciliation; second chances; unrequited turned requited; slight self-hate; happy endings

author’s note: okkkkay here it is. so many of you guys asked for it so here’s pt 2 to eternal snow! I initially wanted to post the mihawk fic first that i'm working on but I can’t finish writing it for the life of me so I decided to work on this one instead lol.

like I mentioned before, this is part 2 to this fic so obvi read that before you read this one!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

They say people who have the surgery are doomed for life.

How could they choose to never love again; how could they deliberately go through with the surgery knowing they would never have those emotions again?

But in actuality, it was the choice of forgetting about that love. 

People don’t know the grievances and the strength it takes to choose to forget the love of your life. They don’t know the despair of being in love with someone wholeheartedly knowing they don’t love you back.

That you would never remember those emotions for whom you loved. 

You saw it as this: if you couldn’t live to love your person, you wouldn’t bear to love at all.

So in that way, you won.

You gained the power to no longer grieve for your love because you simply couldn’t remember him.

Since hanahaki disease was rare, there weren’t too many recovery patients to base knowledge on since many of the victims chose to die rather than to be saved. 

So you were honestly going in blind.

Nami would sometimes ask you if you could remember anything, a nervous look on her face, you knew she remembered your past love, but the doctor had told her to not mention anything to you in your recovery period. You think she asked out of curiosity.

Or maybe fear?

But every time you’d just tell her that you couldn’t, your head would hurt if you thought too hard and too long about who you had lost.

If you could remember specific memories, they weren't fully visualized, they were static, like when an old TV was out of range from the signal and would struggle to picture the channel.

All you could remember was his silhouette, his figure blurry and his name was always on the tip of your tongue but you could never place your finger on it. 

You remember during your first check-up, the doctor had asked you if you could describe your past love, 

“I'm not sure.” 

Your voice had been wobbly like you were on the verge of crying. Tears had pricked your eyes, along with the feeling of not being able to breathe even though those damn flowers were gone. 

Not being able to understand why?

That feeling went away a week later.

You laugh at yourself now, chiding yourself for being ridiculous back then. 

At what point could you have allowed yourself to be so deeply in love with someone that it was killing you? You could never understand. 

It was an absurd, abysmal idea that you had ever gotten to that point.

While the doctor said the following months would be difficult getting used to your new life of having one less emotion, you were fine.

It had helped that Nami had stayed by your side, and when she couldn’t Sanji would.

Sanji was an angel. 

He tended to your every need, always made sure you didn’t lift a finger even after you told him multiple times you could do it yourself. 

But he always reassured you he didn’t mind.

You were sad to hear that he stopped seeing Pudding. It was honestly too bad because she was good for him, he deserves someone who can love and care for him just as much as he cares for others.

Nevertheless, you were glad he was here for you. 

The sound of music playing softly in the background comforts you as you shuffle through your kitchen making dinner. 

You and Sanji have recently started having weekly dinners with each other, an idea he came up with.

“We can update each other about our lives, good ole fashion face-to-face interaction.” 

“I don’t think my life is going to change too much in the week we don’t see each other, Sanji”

The sound of the door ringing pulls you from your thoughts, drying your hands with a towel, you walk over to the front door.

The cool November breeze greets you as soon as you open the door, Sanji’s figure fills your view. 

The coat he’s wearing to protect himself from the wind encapsulates him in a way that makes you smile instinctively, you can see his red ears peeking from under his blond hair.

“Come in, come in, I was just finishing up dinner.”

“Oh, can I help you with anything else?” he offers while shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack beside the front door. “Or are you not allowing me into your kitchen again?” he smirks toward you.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “It’s my turn to make dinner, you cook for a living, it's my time to shine now, dude.” He chuckles and begins to set the table for the two of you. 

The warm food fills the plate in your hand, placing it on the counter, you grab another plate. “So, how’s work?”

Sanji grabs both of the plates and brings them to the table, setting them down, he looks back at you. “Ah, the old man’s got me working late most days.”

You smile softly at the scene; since you can remember you and Sanji have been able to work in tandem. Back when Nami first introduced you, it was like a pull connecting the two of you, also guiding and leading the two of you in perfect harmony.

It was nice.

Finishing your dinner, Sanji grabs his cup, “That was delicious, thank you.” 

“Well I did have a decent teacher,” you say into the glass smiling, gulping down the liquid you set it back down and look at Sanji.

He goes to say something before he’s interrupted by a cough.

Sanji turns his head and coughs into a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket, he quickly wipes his mouth before looking back at you, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Shaking your head in acknowledgement you begin cleaning up the dinner table. 

“Oh I forgot, I bought flowers, they’re in the living room let me grab them real quick.” Sanji stands quickly.

Turning, you watch him walk away, not catching the lone petal falling out of his pocket.

♡‧₊˚

Vinsmoke Sanji has done a lot of things.

Some of which he regrets, but others he stands by, but there was one that met both criteria.

And that was you.

He was glad he met you, that he was able to spend time being with you, loving you, and knowing that you loved him back.

But he regrets hurting you. He regrets letting himself be temporarily infatuated with Pudding. Sanji had laughed in the face of fate, and in return, he got what he deserved.

His impending end.

The petals had shown up the day you went into the hospital.

While you were given a second chance at life, Sanji had just signed his away. 

He remembers the memory of Nami telling him what had happened. He had it permanently seared into his brain, never allowing himself to forget the moment. 

Her eyes were red, face hot with anger when she pulled up to his house.

“You absolute idiot.” He hadn’t even fully opened the door before she was swearing at him, cursing him to the ends of the earth over what he had done. “You did this. You caused that pain…if I hadn't found her…,” her hands had started punching his chest. 

“She would have been gone, all because of you.”

A part of Sanji died that day. 

So when he got the same disease you had, he knew he deserved it.

Wasn’t it only right that he got the same death sentence that almost took you away?

It was slow at first, from what Nami had told him about your situation, Sanji knew this was how it started. 

The first few weeks were bearable, he could go about his daily life without causing any suspicion. No one would ask if he was okay or anything, just simply being able to cough into a tissue and discard it quickly.

Then the blossoms came.

After one terrible night of constantly coughing up blood and flower blossoms, Sanji did some research. He knew the full blooms were next along with the finishing blow of the roots. It had only been a month since you had your surgery, and yet his hanahaki was a lot more accelerated in comparison to yours.

A month since he had realized he was deathly in love with you.

But he could bear this burden. Who was he to complain about his death trickling closer than it normally should? 

Sanji remembered the moment he realized his disease would finish him more swiftly, that he was faster along than he typically should be; whether it was because the universe knew you could never love him back or it was simply his punishment for what he did.

Probably both.

Even though he knew he could easily fix the problem, he didn't have the right to get a second chance.

How could he? 

How long did you spend hiding your condition away, not even when he had broken things off, before then? How long were you hurting because you knew he was lying when he said he loved you?

The gall he would have to have to go through with the surgery? 

Absolutely not.

But deep in his heart, he also couldn’t bring himself to forget you. He’d rather be a coward and a liar than choose a life undeserving of him.

He would rather die than forget you, to never be able to love you again would be death itself.

He hated himself for what he did to you. The insolence he had to hurt someone as caring as you, why did he take advantage of that?

He himself every day.

If he had to live with constantly coughing up blood and bending over the toilet puking up flower petals just for you to live your life? Yeah, he could do that. He could live with the pain of knowing that you would never love him back.

That you could never love him back.

It quite literally was in human nature that he would never be saved unless he did the surgery, since you couldn’t even love anyone anymore.

Sanji’s hand lifts his handkerchief up to his mouth, his body heaving with a hard cough of petals.

He sighs.

♡‧₊˚

The TV light shines on both you and Sanji’s forms as the movie comes to an end, the ending credits miniaturizing as the screen recommends a shitty Christmas movie that has the both of you turning to the other.

“That was an unnecessarily long movie.” Sanji’s comment makes you laugh.

“Right? God, it was dragging on for a really long time.” Shaking his head he stands up to place the popcorn bucket on the kitchen counter. 

You follow him holding the cups that held lemonade two hours ago. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.”

“Yeah, probably, oh wait-I bought something for you, meant to give it to you when we had dinner at your place but I forgot.” Sanji’s voice trails as he goes off to his bedroom. 

You stand there for a couple of minutes before checking the time, “Yo, Sanji, did’ya get lost?” laughing to yourself, you walk over into the bedroom. Your eyes immediately meet Sanji’s form hunched over on the ground.

A gasp falls from your lips as you rush over to him. “Sanji, oh god, are you okay what’s wrong-”

You cut yourself off when you bend down to look at him, there you see a pool of blood on the hardwood floor, petals scattered around the scene with a full flower bloom sitting in his hands. 

“What?” you can’t breathe.

Sanji says your name but you don’t hear him, your brows knit together as you look up at him. “I don’t understand why are you coughing up petals?”

No? This couldn’t be happening.

Your heart breaks.

Who did Sanji love so dearly that he was cursed with the same disease that had you in its chokehold not long ago? 

You would never wish this on anyone, no one deserved to live through the hurt of having unrequited love.

“You weren’t,” he wipes his mouth, “you weren’t supposed to find out.”

“I don’t-why wouldn't you want to tell me? If anything, I’d be the only person able to understand. Sanji, who is it?” your eyes scan his face. 

Sanji’s ragged breathing fills the air between the two of you. “I can’t.”

You furrow your brows even more, shaking your head. “Please just tell me so I can help-”

“You can’t.”

“What do you mean, I can’t? You’re not making sense.”

Sanji closes his eyes. “It’s you.”

You stop breathing, the figure in your memory rushes to the forefront of your brain like a tsunami. 

In the past the figure was always blurry, never in frame in your mind, only being able to trace his silhouette, but now it was different. 

It was like he was right in front of you like you could smell him, feel his hands in yours, his warmth. Feel his lips against your lips when he-

“It was you.” your voice was quiet, “You were the one I loved.” 

His eyes snap at yours, a gasp falling from his lips.

“The person I loved so deeply… that it caused me so much pain.”

And there it was, the fog had been lifted.

“How could I have forgotten?” How ironic the entire thing was.

“Why would I ever forget about my love for you, Sanji?” you look at him, “What grief did you cause me?”

A tidal wave of emotions, affections, all poured out of your soul and into your memories. The months of coughing up petal after petal till they turned to full flower blooms. The fear that a root would pop up once you pulled your tissue from your face. 

The pain and the hurt that Sanji had caused you. 

The pain of knowing that he didn't love you anymore.

It all came rushing back.

“Why would you keep this from me?” you were getting angry, but was it for the right reason?

Hadn’t you done the same with him? Hadn’t you kept it from all the people you loved as well?

“You know why I went through with the surgery? It wasn’t Nami who made me, well not partially, but why I allowed myself to let her drive me to the hospital was because I didn't want you to suffer.” your eyes were burning, the tears threatening to fall.

“I don't understand?” Of course, he wouldn’t.

“You were obviously unhappy, Sanji. If I removed myself from the equation, it would solve everything and at…at first I thought dying was the solution I really did.” your eyes drop, “And maybe Nami finding me was a saving grace but, I originally wasn't gonna do anything.” 

“Week after week, Sanji, I was drowning. I wanted to yell at anyone who would listen and ask why I couldn't have anything, why couldn’t I be happy? That the universe had some sort of fucking vendetta against me.”

“So I decided to let you go, to choose to live a life of unknown heartache, and when I finally thought I had accomplished that. The universe just spits in my face by cursing you.”

“Don’t you see it? We don’t belong together, Sanji.” The anger was gone now, all that was left was emptiness.“We have the signs, we need to heed them and move on.”

Sanji says your name with a plea, but you ignore him. “Just get the surgery, stop hurting the both of us.” 

“It does us no good if you're dead.” And with that, you walk out of the bedroom and out the front door.

♡‧₊˚

The quiet murmurs of the newscaster talking about the weather for the week could barely be heard from the running water you were using to wash the dishes. 

You haven't seen Sanji in a couple of weeks, not since he announced that you were the one whom he was in love with. 

And definitely not since you remembered he was the one whom you had loved before.

And while at first, you were angry. Angry at him for lying and keeping such vital information from you.

It later turned to guilt. 

Guilt for getting angry at him. Guilt for causing him pain.

But it wasn’t your fault, it’s not like you chose not to love him, you physically couldn’t anymore. You signed that ability off months ago.

But you also missed him. Since you weren’t talking to him, you weren’t having your weekly dinners or your impromptu movie nights anymore.

You missed just talking to him. You missed the lame jokes he’d tell in hopes of hearing your laugh, that smile he’d get whenever he spoke about a new recipe.

You missed him.

But you were also confused.

After he had revealed that he loved you and you had remembered that your past love was him, it became too much for you to handle.

Glancing at the moon, you dry your hands on a towel and walk into the living room. The weatherman was currently informing you of a chance of rain tomorrow during the already cold late January weather.

Sighing you go to sit down before something catches your eyes. A picture frame that hangs on your wall glints as you walk toward it.

It was a photo of you and Sanji looking at the camera with wide smiles on display from Sanji’s birthday two years prior. On top of your heads sat a birthday hat colored blue for the sea theme your friends had thrown together as a joke for the blonde that year.

You remember how you felt that day, the anxiety of wanting to get Sanji the perfect gift and when he finally opened it, he had hugged you which had you blushing like crazy while you swatted his “thank yous” away.

God, where did this deja vu come from?

It was weird, you weren't sure what it was.

It felt like your entire being was full. Full of intense and overwhelming emotions, an emotion you shouldn't feel. An emotion that was eradicated from your life when you stepped out of that hospital.

But here it was, rearing its big ugly face once again.

For Sanji.

You stumble back as if you had been shocked with electricity. 

Looking around your apartment you close your eyes.

How could this happen? Why were you still being punished again?

You had endured the pain, chose to get rid of it and now you’ve been having to live with knowing that Sanji also was experiencing the exact same pain.

Sanji.

How could you have been so cold? Telling him to do the surgery? What was wrong with you?

You missed him. You missed your love for him. The feelings you’d get when he’d look your way. Sanji was your ambrosia and you needed him to survive.

But you didn’t miss how you felt when he chose another over you. Those feelings you wished you hadn’t remembered.

You weren't sure how you were still able to feel Sanji's love. But here you were.

An anomaly that you were. 

Guess that shows how deep your love truly was rooted.

How could you have allowed yourself to forget?

The drive to Sanji’s apartment was quiet, opting to not play music or turn the radio on so that you could think clearly with your new (re) developed emotions.

Pulling up to the driveway, you step out of your car. The jacket you have on trapping your heat from the cold winds of the night. 

The few steps to the front door felt like a lifetime. The moonlight provided a little comfort to your restless self.

Exhaling, you bring your hand to knock at the door, a small part of you hoping Sanji wasn’t home so you could go home and pretend like nothing happened.

The door swings open revealing Sanji. His eyes were wide like he couldn’t believe you were standing in front of him.

“Hey…can I come in?” you look up at him expectantly.

“Yeah, yeah come in.” Sending him a quick smile you walk past him and into the living room. 

He shuts the door and faces you, you turn and finally get a good look at him in the light. 

He looked worse for wear, his eyes had bags under them, a sign he hadn’t been sleeping if at all. Whether that was because of your argument or his condition, you didn't know. One hand was in his pocket and the other was fiddling with his handkerchief. 

“How are you…” signaling your hand at him, “I mean physically, how are you? What stage?”

He looks away, “well…I’m still living,” he chuckles quietly.

You sigh. 

God the two of you were truly messed up.

“It all came back.” 

“What?” he questions.

Your eyes begin to glaze over, “My memories, everything.” you wet your lips, “All of it, Sanji.”

“It just-all came back…on top of our argument, of you telling me you loved me.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “Of how I felt when you were-when you were with Pudding.”

He says your name.

“And I hated it, I hated remembering how I felt, Sanji. I remember pitying myself, wondering what I had done wrong, why you hadn’t loved me anymore,” he says your name again, “but I also remembered how I felt loving you.” you look up at him with your tear-streaked face.

“And I will never regret loving you, not then, definitely not now. I also don’t regret forgetting, because I understand why I did it. I loved you enough to be able to let you go. To be able to know you’ll live your life happily, whether that’s with me or someone else. I didn’t care. Just that you were happy.” 

“But I wasn’t-”

You cut him off, “I knew you didn't love me how I loved you, but I still knew you cared. So if I had died, even from death, I would have hated myself for hurting you. So I chose to forget.” you wipe your cheek, “I just wish you had never gotten that godforsaken thing as well.”

“Sanji I…I love you wholeheartedly. You encompass my entire existence. I live for you. Even now, when I didn't remember how I felt for you. It was there. My love for you was still inside. And it always will be. I think even if you hadn’t told me you loved me now, I would have remembered anyway. Simply because that’s who I am, I am my love for you, you consume my entire soul.” You probably looked like a mess.

“You look beautiful.” Did you say that out loud?

You smile softly, “So when you admitted that you loved me, that I was inadvertently hurting you, I couldn’t take it. I had been the monster I sought to eliminate. So I pushed you away.” you sigh, “I pushed you away because I didn't want to go through the same pain again. I was selfish if you had just done the surgery, I'd be able to forget about this again and you wouldn't even remember.” you walk toward Sanji. “I’ve learned that I can’t run away from you anymore. And I’ve realized that I don’t want to lose you again.” 

“So let me save you.”

Sanji’s face was red, his eyes were blurry with tears, his fist clenching his handkerchief filled with petals and blooms.

“I’m so sorry.” Sanji’s voice trembles, “I am so sorry, I caused you so much pain, if I could take it back I would. And I don’t even deserve you, I’m not worthy of your love, but if you allow me, let me make it up.” 

You close the gap between the two of you and pull his lips toward your own. They’re slightly chapped and both of your guy’s faces are wet but you don’t care. You feel his fingers carding through your hair, pulling you deeper. 

This kiss was different from any others before, this one was filled with desire and want but it was also filled with joy and love.

You were finally happy.

You pull away first, breathing heavily and your face flushed, “You already are.” 

“I love you so much, please never forget.” you wipe a stray tear, cradling his face. 

You want to commit this memory in your brain. No more forgetting, no more letting go. To make sure that for the night, no cough was to be heard, no petal was to be hidden, 

just two lovers finally with one another, forever.

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always turns in his assignments late, doesn't give a shit

━━ arataki itto, tartaglia, and dottore

why should he care about some stupid assignment? he has better things to do, like talk to his friends, hang out with you, eat some good food, and just relax with his feet up on the couch. he does what, about half the work before he just tosses it into his backpack to turn in when he remembers (which probably wouldn't happen if the teacher didn't phone his parents). he just, doesn't care. if it's late, it's late, what does it matter to him?

finishes the whole damn thing the day before it's due

━━ arataki itto, bennett, razor, kaveh, pantalone, and thoma

he didn't necessarily forgot the assignment, he just, didn't have any time to do it earlier. in other words, he procastinated or got distracted by something else. typical of him, wasn't it? even though you'd sent him multiple text reminders, and even left a sticky post-it note on his textbook, he still managed to forget about it. he had to pull an all-nighter the day before the assignment was due just to finish it, and promptly fell asleep right after the teacher collected all of their submissions.

assignment? what assignment? legit forgot there was something due today lmfao-

━━ razor, bennett, tartaglia, kaveh, scaramouche, kazuha, and gorou

wait what? there's an assignment due today? he had no idea; the very thought seemed to have slipped his mind. frantically, he looked through his planner, just to double check if the date was right. he promptly let out a groan, seeing the big red circle that marked the due date for this assignment. better get cracking... hopefully you'd be kind enough to offer a bit of assistance to him, even if it meant having to hear a lecture.

diligently finishes all of his work before it's even due

━━ xiao, scaramouche, tighnari, al-haitham, albedo, ayato, xingqiu, baizhu, and zhongli

it felt good to have finished all of the work so early. now he didn't have to worry about the deadline, which...was about a week from now. the teacher had barely assigned it to the students yesterday, and he was already finished. it made his chest swell with a bit of pride. of course, he'd get the highest grade on the assignment than anyone. and then he'd get to show his grade off to you, which you'd probably be proud off and give him a kiss as a reward. ah yes, the reward. perhaps that was why he managed to finish the assignment in such a short amount of time.

is the class clown / party-goer, so he doesn't have time to do homework

━━ venti and heizou

there's nothing quite like karaoke night and a good ol' can of beer. so what if he's still a minor; so many other kids have started drinking at even younger ages, and no one's stopping them. guzzling down a fresh new can of beer, he stuffed a hand through his backpack to look for his phone, instead, pulling out a sheet of paper that stated an assignment was due by the end of the week. shrugging, he shoved it right back in there and pulled out his phone, cranking the music's volume louder. if anything happened, well, he could just phone you and drop the assignment on you to do for him; he had much more important and better things to do, and it wasn't like he had any time, right? these beer cans weren't going to drink themselves, now were they?

starts fights

━━ arataki itto, tartaglia, kaeya, and cyno

the words "fight, fight, fight!" were chanted like a mantra as he quickly dodged a blow that would have most definitely dislocated his jaw if he hadn't ducked. wiping a trail of sweat from the side of his forehead, he jumped back at the person who dared start shit with him, raising a fist, and promptly punching them in the face. he held his fists up in victory, grinning like a complete idiot while everyone else just cheers and drags the downed fighter away. of course, the lecture that he gets from you is totally worth it in his opinion, even as you yank him by his ear all the way to the nurse's office.

ends fights

━━ diluc, tighnari, albedo, and zhongli

this was the third time this week that his friend had started another fight. as exciting as some may find it, it was also quite the hindrance. he shooed all the speculators away, helping up his friend from the ground and lead him away to get his wounds fixed up. after that, said friend gets an earful from him, which ends up going in through one ear, and out the other...but he does have you to back him up; fighting and violence are never an option, especially in an environment such as this. doing such a feat was asking for unwanted attention from the school principal. wait, did he just recite that all from memory? huh, perhaps you were starting to rub off on him.

cheers on the fighters / speculates

━━ xingqiu, scaramouche, ayato, dottore, al-haitham, and heizou

nothing quite as thrilling as a class fight, now was there? he clapped his hands together in amusement, eyeing the two battling students, who were clearly trying to flaunt for the crowd to see. if he had to compare them to an animal, he'd probably do so with a peacock; they're as proud as they were arrogant. he winced slightly as one of them took a hard hit, landing on the ground in a defeated heap as the victor shouted triumphantly. time for another class, he thought before walking down the opposite end of the hallway. he'd provide a whole play-by-play for you, in case you missed it or were preoccupied with something else at that time. the way he narrates the whole thing sounds as if he were wishing he'd been the one who won the fight.

asks you to do the assignment for them

━━ heizou, arataki itto, tartaglia, kaeya, and venti

"pleaseeeeeee, i promise this is the last time i'll ask you for a favor." you could practically hear how desperate he was through the other side of the phone. letting out a heavy sigh, you agreed. "fine, but you better buy me a caramal frappe tomorrow before school starts or i'll shred your assignment!" he was quick to agree, promising to get you two caramel frappes, if that insured that you wouldn't ruin his precious assignment. turns out, blackmailing is actually more useful than you thought it would be.

[xnchxntmxnt]

hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

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preface: he gets home late from his work and has yet to say anything about it being your birthday. reasoning that he has a surprise for you, you decided to stay up. but as the hours went by, you drift asleep, the creak of the door when he finally returns waking you up. pretending to be asleep, you could barely contain your excitement. he whispers your name, but no response (you have to commit to the act after all), so he showers and gets ready for bed. as he gets under the blankets, he pulls you closer and kisses you goodnight. yet there's still nothing about your birthday...

xiao

doesn't realize until he sees his reminder too late

it's already the morning after: he wakes up to find that you're not in bed but hears the kitchen sink running so he assumes you're doing the dishes 

picking up his phone, he notices the notification he had failed to see the day before "y/n's birthday - yesterday"

sits up in a panic, thinking back to see if he had even wished you a happy birthday (he realizes that he did not)

he even goes so far as to remember how sad you were that he was scheduled to work on your birthday (but you brushed it off, saying that as long as you could spend some of it with him, it'd be alright)

he scrambled to throw some clothes on (he has not checked the time yet but it's 11:48am - he doesn't wake up early, anything before 12 is a miracle)

reasons that he should at least get you something, so he thinks back, desperately trying to remember anything you stared at for too long or tried to subtly hint that you wanted (he knew what you were doing and always tried to keep a mental list of everything)

remembering something, he rushes out (you don't hear him as you were listening to music as you were doing some house chores to keep yourself distracted)

makes it to the store with the item still in stock (it was the last one) and immediately buys it (doesn't even look at the price tag, just shoves his card at the employee - but politely because he's not rude)

notices a flower shop and stops by to get you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asks the florist for the prettiest and best arrangement they could make, assuring them that he could pay for it and not to worry about that)

when he gets home, he notices that you made him lunch when you didn't have to since you were bound to be at least very upset with him if not extremely (his stomach growls, he's used too much energy on an empty stomach)

he's not the type to make lame excuses, he gets straight to the point, apologizing that he forgot that it was your birthday and asking if there was anything in particular you wanted so that he could make up for it

also hands you the gifts he got for you, noticing that you're trying to fight back your smile (he thinks the way you're trying to keep up your anger is adorable, but he knows that now's not the time for that)

does absolutely anything and everything you ask (within reason of course), treating the day as if it were your actual birthday

finally earns a thank you kiss from you at the end of the day and lots of cuddles 

diluc

is up before you (he has to supervise today)

but is most definitely stalling, savoring the time that he gets to see you as he gets ready to leave

kisses you softly, whispering that he'll be back soon and not to miss him too much

doesn't realize until one of his employees mentions it casually ("oh, mr. diluc, what did you get mx. y/n for their birthday?")

he freezes, like actually freezes and is like "what did you say?"

never once has he forgotten your birthday, and to think he's started now makes him literally sick to his stomach

he's demanding to know the day and when he learns that he indeed did forget your birthday, he flips

gives everyone the day off and puts up the closed sign

he makes lots of stops afterwards

the first is the jewelry shop (he decided last year that he was going to get you a ring this year, and so he does)

despite being in a rush, he takes his time with his gifts - he's looking through all of the displays, finally deciding on what he deems the most perfect and purchases it

next is the supermarket, he's going to make you your favorite so he takes his time to choose the best ingredients

third is a flower shop to get you the basket of flowers you had always wanted (yes he remembers even though you mentioned it once on your first date together)

his final stop is the bakery to choose out the best cake and if there wasn't any, he would go to each bakery within a 10 mile radius to find one

it's later than he had hoped when he returns home to you - he finds you sitting on the couch hugging a pillow and watching a show on the tv

whether you noticed him or not, he didn't know, so he set everything on the kitchen table and walked up to you, hands gently holding yours as he pulled you into a hug, burying his nose deep into the crook of your neck, whispering how sorry he is for forgetting and promising that it would never happen again

he then takes your hand again and leads you to the kitchen to give you all the gifts he had gotten you today

he spoils you a bit more than he usually would but he doesn't mind, because the smile you give him afterward makes it all worth it

gorou

is tossing and turning as he slept - something itching the back of his mind kept him from sleeping peacefully, as if he were forgetting something

shoots awake as he looks at the time (03:17) when he notices the date too

is flipping out and he looks at you with your back turned to him, the steady rise and fall almost lulling him back to sleep, tempting him to fall back into his pillow and cuddle with you until he fell asleep again - almost

but he shakes you awake, "let's go somewhere"

you're both in your sleep clothes as you walked around the neighborhood, making it to the street lamp where you both had shared your first kiss

his heart always beats a little bit faster whenever he passes by this street lamp, lips tingling as they remembered the feeling of yours on his 

he spins you around before his hands find their spot on your waist, and as he gently pulls you in, he whispers “sorry i’m late, happy birthday, my love”

and of course he kisses you (you’re literally at the place where you shared your first kiss with him, why wouldn’t he)

he’s tempted to make it a tradition now (but on time obviously) so he does

next year, you can expect him to pull you out of the comfort of your shared bed, walking through the neighborhood to the lamp

but today he calls in sick (he told you that he was lovesick, and therefore needed the day off to spend cuddling with you - he didn’t tell his boss that of course)

would also vow to himself to just take the entire day off on your birthdays from now on as to not let this happen again

love, koi

p.s. ALSO I DON'T HATE GOROU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR it's just that i got super carried away with xiao's and diluc's :,)))))))) thank you miso so much for joining!! <3

[nicknim]

Hi Hi, this is the first chapter of the AU I made a rough idea of the other day, I will also be on AO3 under the same name enjoy :)

Chapter 1

All was going well. After the world tour ended, the troll tribes were getting along pretty well. Of course there’s always a few scuffles but that’s to be expected in general. Poppy brought up the idea of trollstopia 2 weeks ago. And while this could go wrong in many ways, it could also go as intended. Bringing the troll tribes closer to each other and it’s a safe place for everyone to be themselves.

We started construction on it this week, and while it’s going quickly, we still need materials. So I’m out getting wood, cotton, leaves, and spackle berrys right now. I was humming an old song I used to enjoy when I was little. Not like I don't now, but it just brings up bad memories. I must be getting rusty because i didn’t notice the sound of pressured gas going into the air. I stopped humming and stood still hearing the sound, when it slowly seeped in that it was hard to live my limbs. I tried to run or swing away but it just didn’t cut it, and I fell into black.

-Few hours later-

Poppy’s POV:

She was getting the cookies out of the oven, Cooper, DJ, and Biggie were in the kitchen talking about the news that Grislte and Bridget were engaged! Yay them! Poppy walked into the dining room and set the cupcakes down. Her friends thanked her as she went to look out the window. Branch was supposed to come by also, but he’s late. Last she heard he was out getting new things to build trolltopia.

‘He must of lost track of time’ She remembers when he was a hour late to a party becuase he was so focused on making his new invention and making adjustments.

“But he’s never this late..” She whispers to herself. However Cooper still heard her.

“What did you say Poppy?” He asked as he turned to look at her from across the dining room. Poppy turned her head and looked at Cooper.

“It’s just Branch was also supposed to come today, but he’s late. I though he might be super focused on something and lost track of time. But he’s never been this late before.” Poppy was a little worried for her boyfriend. He’s an accident prone troll who lives close to the woods where creatures lye.

“If you want, we can all go check on him?” Biggie suggested. Mr dinckles just let out a ‘mew’ as if agreeing with the large troll.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen Branch in a while so why not check. Plus it’s not like we can do this mini meeting without him.” DJ Suki said, she was as relaxed as ever and seem happy to go walking around to find her friend. Copper didn’t say anything just a ‘mhm’ and a nod of his head.

“Alright then. FIELD TRIP!!”

After walking and talking, they made it to Branch’s bunker. Poppy walks up and knocks on the hatch.

“Branchifeeer! Did you forget about the tea party?”

She waited for a response. But nothing came.

“He must still be out in the woods. Come on guys!”

The pack of trolls walk there way into the woods behind Branches home. And if poppy remembered right…

“The field should be just around.. HERE!”

Poppy is exclaims excitedly. This opening is where Branch puts what ever he collects while he grabs other things. Can’t find him at the bunker? Look here!

The group look around the field for the grey-blue troll. And all they find are piles of wood, leaves, and cotton in piles on the floor.

“Huh, that’s werid. These piles are really messy.”

Poppy looked around the area, seeing if Branch was still around. He was supposed to be getting all these things and spackle berrys.

“Hey Cooper, do you remember where the spackle berrys are?” Poppy asked as she turned to look at Cooper. Him and Branch like to tag along with the other in errands sometimes. Cooper looked around the open field, then started walking a bit towards the left to the trees.

“Yep! It’s a this way!” Cooper exclaimed. Cooper led the other trolls through a minute or so of trees. And when they got to the spackle berry bushes, they stopped in their tracks.

They saw multiple berrys on the floor, but also on the trees, like they were thrown. Poppy looked around some more and saw some crushed trees and bushes. It looked like something big had stomped on them. She started to think about what had happen here. Wait… the thrown berrys, the mess of the supplies and a missing Branch..

“DID BRANCH GET IN A FIGHT WITH A GIANT!?”

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[nights-flying-fox]

Little Talks with a Big Robot Turtle

Raph has some questions, and Casey Junior has some answers.

🔴 This fic is based on Cass Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao!! If you haven't seen the comics already, I'd suggest you check them out!! They're really good and fun!!

🔴 rottmnt au || 2,452 words

🔴 click here to read on AO3!!

🔴 mostly Raph-cently, almost no angst, mostly family fluff

🔴 don't tag with any ships!!

There were many things Raph was happy about. Like being 'alive' again, getting reunited with his brothers, seeing familiar faces in the Resistance…

There was something that bothered him though. A lot.

He wasn't sure how many years passed. While he was 'offline' (as Donnie would describe) it was impossible to tell that. He didn't remember anything from that time. It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

And that brought memories. Bad ones. Things he'd rather forget, like the dark cold feeling as he was pulled into another deep sleep—

You're safe, Raph.

He took a deep breath. Let it out. (Thankfully Dee had made his robot body work as similar to his organic body, as much as he could.) He was safe and with his family. Raph was okay.

Yeah, it wasn't what bothered him right now anyways. The thing was, how much he missed while being offline.

Clearly, way too many years had passed. Considering how much Casey Junior grew up and how his brothers had aged (especially Mikey, apparently years weren't kind to him, thank pizza supreme in the sky for Donnie’s new invention) in his absence. He guessed that at least twelve years must have passed.

Twelve years away from his family.

He didn't want to think too much about that. Not yet.

Instead, Raph decided he wanted to simply gain information about what he missed.

And luckily he had plenty of time and someone he could learn a part of what he missed, specifically possible embarrassing stories of his brothers' shenanigans. (There was no way these three didn't do something stupid in all of those past years.)

Leo and Donnie were on a field mission, Mikey was training, and April was on a super secret mission for a while now according to Leo. Which left him alone with no one other than Casey Jones Junior.

The teen was sitting next to him, leaning towards the large robot turtle as he cleaned his weapon.

Raph watched him for a bit before he spoke, "Casey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, uhh, Ma- Uncle Raphael." Casey replied.

"What did Raph miss?"

"Huh?" Casey turned to look at him a bit confused.

"I feel like I still need to catch up on a lot of things. I hoped you'd be helpful?" Raph explained.

Casey frowned, "I think Sensei would be better for that job, I didn't take an important role in missions until the recent years—"

"No, no, no, not missions and information about the Resistance," Raph already learned a summary of that from his brothers. "Raph means family."

"Ah." Casey put his weapon down, "Yes, I can help with that!" He turned to Raph to look at him better. "What would you like to know?"

Raph thought for a second before answering. "What did Donnie mean when he said he turned Leo into a tangerine-sized baby ?" Leo was stubbornly avoiding answering the question and he hadn't got the chance to ask Donnie or Mikey about that.

Casey grinned, "Uncle Tello was experimenting and Sensei was helping him. They tested it on Sensei, and he literally turned into a small baby." He explained. "He was so… small." Casey used his hands to show the scale of baby Leo. "I'd thought he'd be a giant toddler, and yet…"

Raph laughed, "I can't believe I missed that. I'd have loved to see him that small again." The memories of when they were tots, much smaller and tiny flashed before his eyes. He barely remembered those days anymore, yet the warmth of the good old days was something he always welcomed. "I sometimes forget how small we were."

Casey looked at him with concern, as if trying to wrap his mind around something. Maybe he was wondering if he'd be as tall as them like he would ask when he was four, or maybe he was thinking of how Raph could be that small back in the past. Finally, he shook his head, "I never thought I'd see Sensei like that. It was…"

"Odd?" Raph guessed.

"Yeah, and a bit scary." Casey nodded.

"Responsibility?"

Another nod.

Raph looked at the boy and considered saying anything about it., but decided against it. Casey seemed like he had already talked it out, even if he was drifting into his thoughts. Raph smiled, and asked another question, something silly to distract the boy: “Was he as naughty as in our time?”

“No, not really.” Casey hummed.

“Huh, when we were much younger he would cause a lot of trouble.” Raph said. “Maybe he was aware of himself this time?”

“Uncle Tello says he didn’t, but I am not sure.” Casey explained. "He claims he doesn't remember anything from his time like that, but I have my suspicions."

"Is that so?"

"Why would he have gotten embarrassed at the mention of chirping if not? And he always avoids the topic." The boy pointed out. The way he used his fingers to count his proofs and the way he talked reminded Raph of Donnie. "Also I caught him threatening a guy who had yelled at me earlier, when Sensei was tiny." He quickly added.

"Chirping, you say?" Raph asked with a joyful glint in his eyes.

"Yes!" Casey laughed. "I didn't even know he could chirp."

"That's a turtle thing. A thing that I didn't hear him make for years." Raph grinned.

"A turtle thing…" Casey briefly seemed to think about something, before continuing his tales.

Casey told him about other adventures, such as Mikey sleepwalk-floating around in the middle of the night and almost getting attacked by sleep-deprived Donnie, the twins getting banned from card games, and the karaoke night fiasco…

Even if his heart ached as he learned how much he missed out, he still enjoyed every single memory and story Casey shared with him. Even if he was not there, he still found comfort in them. (And of course possible material for comebacks against his brothers' silly annoying jokes.)

After who knows how long of talking, they were back to silence. Raph was glad it wasn't an awkward silence. He also felt lucky with how quickly Casey adapted to his presence and felt comfortable around him too. He knew very well how hard it was for everyone in the current times.

Then Casey looked at him and said, "Uncle Raphael, can I ask a question?"

"Of course, Casey."

"Is it true that you can multiply your form?” Casey asked.

“Yeah, it is!” Raph grinned. “But I haven’t done that for a long while. Thankfully it’s not necessary that often.”

Casey looked at him in a way that made Raph sure he was trying to figure out how multiplying worked. “I can show you if you want to see?” Raph offered.

The boy’s eyes shined with excitement as he nodded.

So Raph did his old trick and watched the boy look amazedly at him. He could tell Casey had many more questions, and Raph was ready to answer every single of them.

Because if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he missed having small talks with his family. And besides, how could he say no to a chance to bond with the kid more? He had many years to make up for after all.

That was how their time passed. Talking about memories and simple things, having laughs over embarrassing things (that mostly his brothers did), and answering questions.

Though he had to admit, he never expected to hear this question:

“What’s a Godzilla?”

Raph blinked in confusion, “Where did that come from?”

“I once heard someone say that you were like Godzilla. As big as it is or something like that.” Casey explained.

“Ah, it is a fictional character. A big dinosaur-like thing. A giant reptilian monster.”

“Something like the aliens from Jupiter Jim?” Casey asked excitedly.

“Yes! Kind of.” Good thing his siblings hadn’t forgotten to teach Casey the essential knowledge. “I’m glad you’re familiar with the series.”

“Of course! I know it all, including Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4 — the best movie.” Casey said proudly.

Raph stared at him in shock. “Did you mean Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies ?”

“No, that’s the second best movie.”

No way Casey had said that. Raph knew who was behind this though, and he mentally took a note to have a nice talk with Donnie and remind him why Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies is the best one truthfully. Meanwhile, he had a kid to save from false information. “So Casey, would you like to learn more about the movies?”

°

.

Leo was so dang tired of the repeating nightmares.

The same fucking memories blended together in different ways. Seeing the same faces and colors, and hearing the same screams again and again and again —

His brain wasn't kind to him, he already knew that. It still annoyed him, though. But it was like that for the last ten-something years. Old habits die hard, huh?

Except Raph was no longer dead. And he was such a great big brother that welcomed him every time Leo felt way too bad to go back to sleep.

The truth was that Leo didn't only seek comfort, but he wanted to make sure Raph was there. He needed to be sure he was alright.

Some nights he'd check the rest of his family's rooms too. He knew Donnie had a similar habit too, except he'd check their vitals and locations from the trackers he put on them instead.

Quietly Leo walked towards Raph's room. The big guy was there, as always. Awake too. Leo knew he would never ‘sleep’ before his brothers did since the time he didn’t need sleep. (And that some nights he'd stay awake just to make sure they would be safe.) His bright eyes noticed him in no time. "Nightmares?"

Leo simply nodded, feeling too tired to say anything.

Raph opened his arms, welcoming him to a hug. Leo gladly approached him and hugged him back. Embracing the hug, the safety of his big brother- even if he was made of titanium- gave him the biggest comfort.

Leo finally relaxed, enough to fall asleep.

He'd fall asleep if it wasn't for the noise coming from Donnie's lab, followed by a loud " Fuck !"

Ah, yes. As Leo mentioned earlier, old habits die hard. Donnie was overworking and probably chugging coffee as usual. He should've guessed, considering how when Leo manages to sleep it's usually Donnie's turn to be the insomniac of the night.

Raph sighed. Then he got up without letting go of Leo. "All those years, and you guys still don't sleep." He murmured.

Leo smirked, "I'm not guilty tonight." he yawned.

" Tonight ." Raph repeated, emphasizing the word.

Soon they arrived at Donnie's lab. Opening the doors, they were met with a loud hiss coming from Donnie. As Raph stood with Leo held in his arms at the doorway, Donnie froze with realization.

"Donnie."

"Raph."

"Its 4 am."

Donnie looked away and started to fiddle with his hands. "Gasp, is it? Well, better I go to sleep—"

Before he was able to squirm away, Raph caught him with his free hand. As he held him, Donnie once again froze. Leo snickered as he watched them. With Donnie in one hand and Leo in the other arm, Raph began walking back to his room. "That's enough work for tonight, Donnie."

"But–-"

"No buts, you sleep. Now."

"Ha ha! Got busted." Leo smirked.

"Shut it, as if it wasn't you who gets scolded five times in a week for not sleeping." Donnie retorted.

"It's four, actually." Leo corrected him.

"Wrong. It's five."

"Four."

"Five."

" Four ."

" Five ."

"If you don't shut up and rest, it will become seven days a week." Raph threatened lightheartedly.

As Raph lay on the bed, Donnie scoffed and gave in. He knew there was nothing he could do to escape Raph's grip- curse him for making Raph's arms so powerful!- so he accepted his fate. Leo yawned once again, while Donnie started snoring in no time.

"He's been working on something nonstop lately." Leo commented, looking at his twin.

"Do you have any idea what it is?" Raph whispered.

"Maybe. Not sure though." Leo closed his eyes.

"Does it have anything to do with the tot-you experiment?"

Leo's eyes flew open. "What?"

"You possibly couldn't have forgotten that."

"Who told you- Casey !" That little snitcher.

"It doesn't sound bad." Raph said.

"It was bad." Leo protested.

"So you remember."

"No." Leo replied a bit too quickly.

"Sure." It was Raph's turn to smirk.

Leo bit his tongue, there was no way Raph didn't understand that Leo knew everything that happened while he was in that whole situation. Well, shit. "Please never bring this up ever again." He groaned.

"Okay," Raph said. Leo sighed, but Raph hadn't finished. "I didn't know you still chirped."

" Nooooooooo ," Leo whined. "Not this again." This embarrassment was too much.

Raph didn't care, he enjoyed messing with his brothers. He missed them, and the old days, so he was making up for that. Leo was aware of that. It didn't make this any better though.

With how this was going on, the whole Resistance was going to learn about this and know him as the 'chirping leader'.

Raph looked at him knowingly. Then he chirped.

Come on, like the old days?

He knew what he wanted to hear. Of course, he knew that Leo wouldn't be able to say no too. Not if he wanted to keep it as a secret. He didn't have a choice.

Damn turtle genetics.

" Fiiiiine ," He huffed. Then, after a second, he chirped.

I'm never ever doing that again.

Meanwhile, Raph was looking at him as if he was a tiny wet puppy. "Can't believe you still sound the same as when you were tiny."

"Shuuuuut up!" Leo buried his face in Raph's plastron.

Raph snorted, "Alright, alright." Then he gave him and Donnie a light squeeze. "Good night, Leo."

Leo didn't raise his head as he replied, "Good night, Raph."

°

.

A few hours later Mikey found the turtle pile, and gasped, saying how dare they have a sleepover without him.

More hours later, Casey found them, smiling at the scenery of four turtles. All sleeping and snoring peacefully. He had a feeling that Commander April would be sad to miss that, and wish there was a picture of them.

Casey considered joining them, but before he did anything he noticed the half-open eyes looking at him. His Sensei smiled and gestured to him to join them. Without a second thought, Casey did. And in a short while, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

[justonemorewallflower]

Fic Tag Game!

I was tagged by @iamfandomcrazy

Thank you! I was hoping I'd get the chance to answer these!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

24

What's your AO3 word count?

92,829

What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3, Wednesday. I only have Wednesday fics posted on AO3 but elsewhere like Wattpad I have some Harry Potter and Stranger Things. I do want to start posting some Ronance on AO3

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Condolence (Wyler, 339)

2. Jealousy (Wyler, 274)

3. Freckles (Wyler, 251)

4. Bitter Coffee (Wyler, 227)

5. The Beach & Realization (Wyler, both tied at 219 kudos)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them albeit sometimes I forget or procrastinate to do so

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably In The Middle Of The Night or Death's Goodbye. I haven't finished A Pain Worse Than Death yet, but that will have a pretty angsty ending too

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Night To Remember, Realization, or Welcome to the Family

Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, not that I know of! Most of the comments I get, if not all, are positive

Do you write smut? What kind?

Yes, I do. I got into it too rather recently (back in summer) as I did a kink bingo writing event. A lot of it is kinky, obviously lol. Beyond that I'm not sure how to explain it cause they each vary/are pretty different from each other. Some are really out there/dirty and others are more tame, just depends on the fic

Do you write cross-overs?

No. I wrote a bit of one in the past for Narnia x Harry Potter, but I never did anything with it and I haven't written any since then. Unless you count Omegaverse, no

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. I remember someone asking me at one point if they could translate one of my fics but I never checked to see if they actually did so I'm not 100% sure

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've helped other writers with ideas for their fics and they have helped me with ideas for my own but that's the extent of collaboration I've done for writing fics

What WIP would you like to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh God, where do I start? I'd love to finish A Pain Worse Than Death but low-key don't know if I will. I also would love to finish some other AUs I have in my drafts like my Wyler Circus AU and my Wyler Goody Two shoes/Rebel AU, as well as some Ronance fics I have in my drafts

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, probably Wyler. But beyond them I also adore Ronance (Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler) and Shirbert (Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe)

What are your writing strengths?

Grammar and I like to think I'm decent at descriptions and characterization

What are your writing weaknesses?

Tense! I always subconsciously switch between past and present tense and it drives me insane!! It's something I always have to go back and fix/check for. And maybe dialogue, sometimes I struggle with that. As well as just finishing projects before starting a new one lol, I always have like 500 million drafts all at once that I'm working on

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it's fun to do sometimes but I don't do it much and if I do I try to do a language I am partly fluent in (like Spanish) or do a lot of research beforehand to ensure it's as accurate as I can get it

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter I'm pretty sure

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Maybe Coffee Memories (I really like the characterization in this one) or A Pain Worse Than Death (the angst is just so delicious) or Scars Never Leave (I like the sort of hurt/comfort of this fic) or Safe Haven (it's the only Madwheeler fic I have and I like the angst and tone of it but I wrote it several years ago so it needs updated a lot) and then a lot of ideas that are just in my drafts

What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Condolence because the first half of chapters are very short and lack content and I'd like to fix that, to try and make chapters more similar in length (like at least not like a 400 word chapter then a 3000 word chapter right after each other, yk) and Safe Haven (it's alright but could use some work to be more consistent in its plot and so it would work better, I'd just like to update it with my more recent writing style and knowledge since it's a few years old)

I tag @cosmic-lullaby @katwitchwriting (sorry if either of you have been tagged already!!)

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you so much to @rockitmans for the tag!! I always love a good excuse to talk about my writing!

I'm going to go ahead and tag @esperantoauthor @spookyklaine and @thnxforknowingme if you haven't been tagged already :)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

53 (44 on my main pseud and 9 on my podfic pseud)

2. What's your AO3 word count?

290,197

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Glee! A write for a variety of ships, usually involving Kurt, mostly Klaine and Kurtbastian but occasionally I dabble elsewhere.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

It Was Only A Kiss (808 kudos)

Notes of an Old Mistake (171 kudos)

I Want The World To See You'll Be With Me (170 kudos)

You're A Little Less Alone (162 kudos)

Echoes of You (137 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! I don't always respond right away, but I always respond eventually. I appreciate getting comments and I want people to know that I've read them and appreciated them. And it can be fun to have a little chat about the story I'm creating sometimes, too :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

He Forgets Me, He Forgets Me Not. It's a very sad one-shot that ends with major character death and a funeral, so, yeah.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't think I ever write happy endings? Just kidding, I probably have more happy endings than sad. Happiest is maybe Keep It Simple? Ends with a proposal and I think it's really understated and sweet and yeah.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly not really... which is good because I'm Delicate and don't handle criticism of my creative endeavours well.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Bestie a better question is if I write anything other than smut. I have written... so much smut. Out of curiosity I checked the top tags on my explicit rated fics, and this is the list (17 fics total for reference):

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot (10)

Anal Sex (7)

Smut (6)

Blow Jobs (6)

Anal Fingering (5)

Angst (4)

Established Relationship (4)

Gay Sex (4)

Hurt/Comfort (3)

Teasing (3)

I think that's a pretty good reflection. There's also often something that's just like, a little bit more risque, but usually nothing too out there. Not that I'm opposed to writing something very out there. I did post non-con tentacle porn once, so.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I don't but it's really only because I've never written for a fandom other than Glee. I have a few ideas swirling in my head for Glee AUs based in another universe, but I'm not sure if that would count even if I did get around to writing them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge. I've considered trying to translate my own fics into French for the practice, but then I remembered I'm not even remotely good enough at French to do that.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

A couple times yes! Did You Hear That? and Kurtbastian 2020 Advent Calendar

14. Favourite all time ship?

Kurtbastian <3 there's just something about them you know? Maybe you don't. But that's okay, because I do, and that's what matters.

15. WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

The Hazards of Love series... I had a whole thing planned out when I first started it, and I breezed through the first two parts, but then I got distracted with other things and it just feels way too hard to come back to now and I feel like I've changed a lot as a writer, too... and it's kind of niche and not something most people would want to read anyway, so I don't even have that as a motivator.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at dramatic scenarios/describing the feelings of a character who is Going Through It. I love a good internal monologue that involves freaking out about something or discovering something about themselves or denying something about themselves or whatever else. I also really love writing big blow-out arguments, and I think I'm pretty good at those, too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing anything lol. But also I kind of struggle with writing group settings or anything where stuff is actually happening? I get so caught up in writing dialogue and internal thoughts that I don't really know what to do when there are actually Things Occurring.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I wouldn't do it beyond a word or two because I just don't know any other languages well enough to do that. I'm not opposed to it in theory if someone knows multiple languages or has help from someone who does, but ideally they'd also provide a translation so I don't need to take it to Google translate myself (and potentially lose some of the meaning)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Glee and I'm still here babeyyyyyy

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Gotta be my baby, It Was Only A Kiss. She is my most successful fic by an absolutely absurd margin, but honestly I think she deserves it. I poured a lot of effort into that story and it wasn't always fun but it paid off really well. It's definitely the work that I'm most proud of, and I think has some of my best writing.

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all that glitters 01 - JJK | M

pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn't think that you would be his first victim.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 7.4K

warnings/tags: strong language, college au, unrequited love au, y/n kind of lives in the past, don't be fooled by innocent!jungkook, explicit smut and sexting in future chapters

a/n: this is part 1! please let me know what you guys think, i'm always trying to improve my writing, so feedback is appreciated. please pay attention to the dates, they're important and will make sense in future chapters.

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You wake up with a shiver, shoulder cold from where it peeks out of the blanket. You must’ve fallen asleep while you were completing your essay as your laptop lies open, half off your lap. Still in a sleepy haze, mouth feeling a little dry, you reach for the bottled water you keep on your nightstand, to find that it’s not there. You distinctly remember leaving it there last night before you got to work on the essay. As you bend over the edge of the bed to check if it somehow fell and rolled underneath your nightstand, you hear your room door creak open.

You sit up and see a figure slowly make its way to your bed. You live alone and this time a fearful shiver runs down the length of your body. The only light that fills your room is the dull glow of the moon, disappearing momentarily as the clouds pass by. You can’t make out who this person might be, they sit down on your bed with their back facing you. The only thing that you can think of is to reach for the pepper spray that you keep in the last tray of your nightstand.

Slowly picking the bed covers off your body, you place a foot on the ground, and you can feel the adrenalin coursing through your veins. Hands trembling, you reach for the drawer and then you hear the figure sigh loudly.

You stop and see they’re looking at you now and you recognize those doe eyes and pouty lips with a perfect cupid’s bow that are now set in a deep frown.

“Jungkook?” You whisper into the quiet of your room, he looks everywhere except your eyes and he sighs again.

You’re stunned, why would he come here? How did he get into your apartment?

Did he still have his key?

No, you remember he gave it to you when he left, you actually found it on the counter.

But what could he possibly want from you now?

“Noona.”

It has been a while since you heard him say that or say anything to you for that matter.

“I’m sorry.” Again, you’re stunned into silence, he came here to tell you this now? In the middle of the night, after months and months of you crying into your pillow, in the privacy of your room and blaming yourself for everything.

What made him realize that he owes you an apology? After almost a year of pretending you don’t exist, like he didn’t mean anything to you, like all those memories meant nothing to him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to sit next to him. Still holding your hand, “I’m sorry.”

But you pull your hand away and set it in your lap, refusing to look at him.

He hooks a finger under your chin and finally looks into your eyes, you staring back into his and you can see the guilt and sadness swirling in his orbs.

No matter how long it’s been, you’re still putty in his hands, like all those months of you doing anything and everything to forget him and the memories you share goes down the drain.

You still break, you’re still vulnerable and tears start to cloud your vision, the lump in your throat impossible to swallow and no matter how hard you bite your cheek, the tears still roll down your face.

“You hurt me.”

Something you never thought you’d say to him, is finally being spoken and he looks like he already knows.

Hand coming up to your face, he brushes his knuckle against your cheek to wipe your tears away.

“I know.”

“You left me.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

He pulls you closer to him until his arms wrap around your frame, your body shaking with the sobs that escape your lips. Him running his palm along your back with quiet hushes.

He places a soft kiss against the side of your face, then neck. And then he’s slowly laying you down on the bed. Your hands wrapped around his neck and breaths mingling, he places more kisses on your neck and slowly makes his way down, kissing your collarbones that peek from your sleepshirt.

“Let me make it up to you.”

His lips brush the fabric that covers your stomach, and your hands lay limp by your sides, stomach fluttering, pliant under his touch.

He kisses the supple skin of your thigh when he pushes the material up, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. His breath ghosts the material of your panties and you slowly tangle your fingers in his hair, eyes closing.

“Jungkook.”

You push his head closer to your core and bring your hand up to tweak your nipples.

You feel something in your hand where it rests over your chest, you open your eyes and see purple strands of hair between your fingers.

Looking down to where his head rests between your thighs, you run your fingers through his hair again and see a whole mass of hair caught in your hands.

Heartrate picking up, you push both your hands in his hair when you see more and more of the strands come loose.

“Jungkook? Jungkook?” Voice trembling and tears beginning to well up in your eyes again.

But his head still rests there, and a cold breeze touches the space between your thighs. You push your legs together and see that he is now standing by the foot of your bed. Head hung low with his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I’m sorry.”

FEBRUARY 2021

You wake up in a cold sweat, body still trembling and heart pounding. Your face is buried in your pillow and it feels wet under your cheek. The reality of the situation hits you and you think of the dream that disturbed your peaceful sleep.

A single tear rolls down the side of your face but you’re quick to wipe it away. It was just a dream, but it felt so real.

It seems like your subconscious is playing tricks on you because you know you were making progress. But the emptiness weighs heavy in your heart no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you were doing okay.

You rub the heels of your palms against your eyes, slowly rising from the bed and picking up your phone to look at the time.

5:45AM

Your first class of the day is at 8AM, so you might as well go back to sleep and wake up with your alarm.

But how can you fall asleep when that dream is still fresh in your memory. Jungkook, the guy you accidentally fell in love with, the guy who plagues every waking thought you have and even when your head is empty, he’s still there. Almost haunting you, reminding you of what you lost, not only a good friendship but the love of your life who will never be yours. You know that today will be one of those days, when the sky will seem dull despite the bright sun rays breaking through the clouds, the air will be murky despite the fresh breeze that rustles the trees and your heart will break all over again despite the time that has passed.

You know very well that thinking of and holding onto the past will only hurt you more, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking of what could have been. Like it’s a guilty pleasure of yours, like you enjoy inflicting pain on yourself. Despite knowing the facts and where you stand in the situation, your heart can’t help but hope, hope for a better future, hope for better days.

People will call you silly if they know that after all this time you’re still foolishly patient and hoping for something that would never happen, still torn over something that you once had and lost all those months ago. The picture you painted in your mind won’t fade and you will continue to pretend that it doesn’t affect you.

You look at the time again, 6:30AM, time always flies when you’re in your head.

You push the covers off your body and see your laptop lying sideways on the floor, you pick it up carefully and lay it on your desk. Heading for the shower you pull off your sleepshirt and kick off your underwear.

Turning on the faucet to it’s maximum heat, you step in the shower and prepare yourself for the onslaught of woeful thoughts.

Drying your hair in a towel, you hear your phone buzz from it’s place on your bed.

[7:13] yoongi: coming

[7:13] yoongi: had breakfast?

[7:14] You: okay

[7:14] You: No

You set your phone down and throw your hair in a messy bun and grab your black sweatpants and hoodie from your cupboard. You hear your phone vibrate again but you’re going to see him in a bit anyway, you don’t need to reply.

Shoving your laptop into your tote bag with your stationery and earphones, you grab your phone and head for the door, slipping your sneakers on.

Yoongi is already waiting outside your apartment when you make it down the stairs. You greet the building’s guard and pull the passenger side door open setting your bag at your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you click the seatbelt into its place and he turns onto the road.

After a silent ten minute drive Yoongi parks and you’re broken from your daydream when he speaks.

“We’re here.”

“That was quick,” and it’s only then when you realize where he has brought you, “Yoongi why are we here, you know half of campus hangs out here.” He hangs out here, but you won’t tell Yoongi that.

He steps out of the car and brushes his blonde hair back, but before he closes the car door he speaks, “you didn’t have breakfast, come on.”

You stare at the small rosebush through the windscreen and then finally decide to step out of the car, Yoongi still waiting by the driver’s side for you.

When you both enter the coffee shop, you stand stunned side by side, “ugh people.” To say the place is packed would be an understatement, by the looks of it there isn’t any place inside and you will probably have to take one of the seats outside in the cool morning air.

He hums and waves his hand for you to follow him. He orders for the both of you and you wait for him at the small table outside, he takes the seat opposite you.

“Won’t be long,” he pulls out his phone momentarily and then locks it and shoves it in his backpack, “so how’d you sleep?”

“Terribly,” you play with the small packets of sugar that’s kept on the table.

“Hmm I can see that,” you shoot him a glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He blanches at your tone and rushes to say, “Nothing I’m just saying you look a bit tired.”

The waiter makes their way to your table and sets down your matcha latte and his iced americano.

You add your sugar and stir, “how many classes do you have today?”

You make small talk as you have your drinks, Yoongi ordered brownies and croissants for you to share but you just pluck at the croissant and he notices something is off with you because you can’t say no to croissants and strawberry jam.

When he opens his mouth to ask, he’s cut off by a high-pitched call of his name.

You look up and meet his eyes to see it’s as large as saucers, “ignore her.”

“Yoongi!”

He can hear the voice from behind him and he tries to duck his head, “too late she already saw you,” you smile at him.

“Oh my god Yoongi, what are you doing here?”

You roll your eyes at the question what else would he be doing at a coffee shop.

She pays no attention to you and sits uncomfortably close to Yoongi on the bench, “how’s the new song coming along?”

He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable from the girl being all up in his personal space, “It’s good, Y/N this is Hayoon she’s in my writing practice class.”

You smile and give her a small wave and she smiles back, the atmosphere awkward because she’s now staring into every pore on your face.

She turns her attention back to Yoongi and you exhale, she starts rambling about her classes and social life to Yoongi but you aren’t paying attention.

You hear her say a name and your hand stops halfway from where it was about to pluck another piece of croissant.

“And oh my god we got matching tattoos, well not matching because we have each other’s initials,” she giggles and rolls her sleeve up, exposing the inner part of her elbow with a ‘J’ on it.

You lift your head up and find Yoongi already looking at you, almost like he’s gauging your reaction to something.

“You know he’s the star of the college track team, Taehyung is a close second but he’s like so good at everything,” she wiggles her eyebrows, “if you know what I mean. Jungkook really is golden.”

You can feel your heartrate picking up and your patience wearing thin because not only is she disturbing your quiet morning time, she comes here and starts bragging about him.

“OMG Yoongi!” She presses her boobs to where his arm rests on the table and starts to massage his shoulder, “have you been working out? Damn you’re really buff,” she continues in a seductive voice, “maybe we can workout together sometime-“ and you slam your fist on the table catching both Yoongi and the girl’s attention.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I-“

“You’re gonna sit here and start flirting with Yoongi while-“ While you’re with him, while he’s yours and you’re his, you have him as a partner and it’s still not enough for you, and you have the audacity to flirt with other men when he chose you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you and Yoongi were dating,” you scoff, the double standards.

“We’re not,” you’re quick to say and she stands up.

“Bye Yoongi I’ll see you in class,” she backs away from the table all while giving you a disgusted glance like you’re some freak and you smile at her because you have no fucks to give about what she thinks.

You know Yoongi is staring at you and you don’t want to deal with his questions right now, so you stand up and grab your wallet, “how much?”

“I already paid.”

“Thanks I’ll cover the next time.” If he actually wants to be seen in public with you again, you wouldn’t be surprised if he says he can’t give you a ride to campus.

He dusts the crumbs off his hands and grabs his backpack making his way to his car with a small come on.

Why Yoongi still chooses to be your friend and waste his time with you, you don’t know.

The ride to campus was silent and you’re glad Yoongi didn’t quiz you on your little scene at the café earlier.

You’re unpacking your stationery and laying it on your desk when you see Namjoon enter the class, he gives you a small smile and walks past the empty seats next to you. Of course, he won’t sit next to you because just like everyone else, you pushed him away. But you can’t help the small sinking feeling and it seems like it has a made a permanent home in your heart.

The professor walks in and starts with today’s lesson but you can’t concentrate on the lecture for too long because the guy sitting in front of you pulls out a file with a skull drawing pasted on the front.

FEBRUARY 2019

Your alarm beeping wakes you up from your slumber, you sit up and stretch, yawning when you silence your phone. You scratch your tummy as you take stock of your surroundings, half full yoghurt bowl placed on your nightstand and papers sprawled all over the blanket, you definitely fell asleep while reading your marketing lesson plan last night.

You pick up your yoghurt and scrunch up your nose when you see how limp and warm the fruits have gone.

Your phone chimes and you squint at the brightness of your screen.

[6:32] Chim: wake up sleepy head

[6:32] Chim: day 536 of waiting for you to give me Kiara's #

[6:59] Tae: Jinyoung told me all about last Saturday

[6:59] Tae: Always knew you were a freak you animal

[6:59] Tae: rawr (;

[7:00] Tae: anyway bring breakfast burritos k luv u

You roll your eyes at that, your friends really need to start paying you for all the food you make for them.

[7:00] Joon: hey y/n, sorry wont be able to make it for our study session this morn, and can you please give me a copy of the notes you take for our lectures, have that interview today

You reply to your friends’ messages and hop out of bed to shower. You dry your hair and put on the outfit you left out last night for today. Quickly doing your makeup, you grab your things and head for the kitchen to make the burritos.

You can’t believe that you couldn’t find not one desk in the library, it was packed with all the juniors who haven’t loss their motivation yet. Still early in the year, you guess. You decide to take the table by the waterfall near the quad, your college’s pride and joy. The soft trickle of water is calming, and you wonder why you didn’t consider to study here sooner. It’s better than the dead silence of the library where the only sounds that can be heard is the soft turning of pages and the occasional ‘shh’ from the stern librarian.

You decided that this year there will be no slacking or procrastinating from you. You will be on par with all your lectures and tasks, unlike last year.

You’re shocked at the progress you’ve made with your revision and decide then and there that this is your new favourite study spot.

You decide to take a break and pull out your phone, laughing at the memes Taehyung spammed you with. The sun is at its peak and you notice a shadow moving over your figure now and again, you look up and see a tall guy, a few feet away, walk past your desk and you turn your attention back to your phone. But the shadow looms over you again and you see the guy walk in the opposite direction. Weird.

You decide to watch him and see he does it again, he must be a first-year student. This place is huge, and it isn’t uncommon to get lost, it happened to you a few times.

“Excuse me?”

He turns to you, eyes going wide, and he clutches the stack of books he has in his hand closer to his chest.

“Are you looking for something?”

He walks towards your desk and stares at your books, “Uhm, y-yeah…”

“Can I help?”

“Uhm…it’s the,” he pulls out a page from one of his books and reads, “the Arts and Culture building.”

You nod and open your mouth to give him directions when he cuts you off, “I-I mean if you’re busy I can come back later, y-you look busy and my class there is tomorrow at 1PM.”

You squint your eyes at him, “then why are you looking for it now?”

“W-well I wanted to find it now so I won’t get lost tomorrow and be late for the class,” he looks at his shoes and adds an if that makes sense.

You laugh and he picks his head up to stare at you, “quite the student you are.”

“Well, if you walk around the Law building you’ll see a stairs that breaks through the canteen and Humanities building, if you walk down there you’ll find it.”

He blinks and you’re quick to add “the names are on the buildings.”

He nods and goes to push the piece of paper he pulled out earlier back in his notebook but because there’s so many books in his hand, he drops everything on the floor.

“Oh my god,” you rush out of your seat to help pick up his books.

He quietly picks up his pages that came loose with pursed lips and he looks so disappointed in himself, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s totally cool, wow did you draw this,” you pick up a page that has a skull with what appears to be fire drawn all around it and the word danger on the bottom.

“Yeah,” he squeaks, finally standing up after picking up everything off the floor.

“You’re really talented, what’s your major?” You ask genuinely curious.

“Photography.”

You sit at the desk and he stands awkwardly on the other end.

“When’s your next class?” He thinks for a few moments then answers.

“I’m done for the day.”

You gesture to the seat opposite you, and he sits hastily, setting down his books on the desk.

“So, photography major huh, your drawings look pretty awesome too,” you smile trying to ease his nerves that are apparent with the way he looks anywhere but at you.

“Thank you,” he starts to look through his books, “I have more.”

He places a few more drawings in front of you and you whistle.

“These are really good, we have a lot of competitions and fundraising events here on campus, you should enter.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you should enter, you’re incredibly talented,” you say while bringing one of his drawings close to your face, “I think I want this tattooed.”

He perks up at that, “really? I also want to get tattoos, I currently have none,” he looks at his hands.

“When I find a good tattoo parlour around here, I’ll let you know,” he smiles at that and you notice that he looks a lot like a bunny with his teeth and bowl cut. Adorable, you think.

Your phone vibrates and you notice the time on your phone, gathering your things quickly, you pack up and stand, “I have class in a few. It was nice meeting you.”

He stands up and bows, “you too.”

You make a run for your next class but after a few minutes you feel someone put a hand on your shoulder, “wait.”

It’s the bunny guy and wait, how did he catch up to you so quickly, with his heavy books in hand too.

“W-what is y-your name?”

“Oh,” you’re a little out of breath yourself, “Y/N.”

He bows again and thrusts his hand out for you to shake, “Jungkook.”

MARCH 2021

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor breaks you out of your daydream, you see people slowly leaving their seats and you surmise that the lecture ended not too long ago. Shoving your things in your bag, you walk to the exit of the lecture hall. As you start to walk out of the building you hear someone call your name. You turn and see Namjoon saying his goodbyes to a few other students that you recognize from your class.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Can I help you?”

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“What do you want?”

He sighs and rubs his forehead, “I’m having a party tomorrow night and I want you to come.”

“No thanks.”

“Please Y/N,” he holds your shoulder to stop you from walking away, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You give him a confused look at that.

“I finally got that internship I’ve been working so hard for and…”

“Congrats.”

“I want you to be there, at the party because you helped me get where I am today.”

He can see you’re not budging, and he gives you a sad look.

“Done?”

When he doesn’t say anything else you walk away.

“Please come Y/N.”

APRIL 2019

You’re busy explaining the next group assignment to Namjoon while your friends continue to argue about something that is probably petty, so you don’t pay attention to them. The loud chatter from the other tables in the canteen make your task difficult so you tell Namjoon you’ll regroup later at your apartment.

“Oh my god it’s that dude.”

“You just hate him because coach has a new favourite,” Jimin sniggers.

You look to where Taehyung is pointing and your eyes widen, it’s the cute bunny guy, Jungkook, the one who asked you for directions.

“Jungkook?”

“You know him?”

Both your friends are looking at you now and you shrug.

“Yeah, he was lost once and I gave him directions.”

“Seriously? He actually spoke to you? That guy is like afraid of anyone with boobs.”

“Hey don’t be mean, he was actually pretty sweet and he’s super talented too-“

“Oh my god, can everyone stop saying that,” Taehyung whines and you cock an eyebrow.

“He’s new to our track team, he’s pretty good,” Jimin answers.

You punch Taehyung lightly on his arm, “so you’re jealous huh.”

“Am not.”

You turn to look at Jungkook again, he’s sitting alone with his head buried in one of his books.

“Hey Jungkook!”

“What are you doing?!”

“The kid looks lonely.”

Taehyung leans back in his chair exasperatedly and you wave Jungkook over, he makes his way to your table with his pile of books in hand.

“Hi Jungkook.”

He looks around your table and his eyes widen when his gaze lands on Taehyung, he bows and you pat the space next to you on the bench.

“H-Hi Y/N noona.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and you take his books from his hand and set them on the table, “did you manage to find the AC building?”

“Y-yes thank you.”

A loud cheery voice breaks through the air and you see Hoseok make his way to your table with a shorter guy behind him, must be from the basketball team.

He fist bumps everyone, “Hey Y/N, is this Jeon Jungkook? New hidden weapon of the track team?”

You look at Jungkook and see a light blush on his cheeks.

“You’ve been on campus for what, two months and you’ve already made a name for yourself?” You give him a proud smile and he fidgets with his hoodie strings.

“Oh, I almost forgot, Y/N this is Yoongi, he’s the new Captain of our basketball team.”

You look to where Yoongi sits in between Hoseok and Namjoon, “Hi.”

“Sup.”

You remember seeing Yoongi at a few parties but he never really mingles with anyone.

Jimin reaches for your lunchbox on the table, “hey Jungkook, want a breakfast burrito?”

Taehyung tries to snatch it from Jimin’s hands.

“That’s mine!”

JUNE 2019

You huff as you set a heavy box on the floor in your lounge and you roll your eyes when you see Taehyung and Jimin try to walk through the doorway, carrying two large boxes themselves, at the same time. Taehyung plops the box in the hallway and sits on the couch, panting.

“Uhm Tae that goes in the guest room.”

“I brought it in here, he can take it himself,” he answers with his eyes closed.

Jungkook runs down the hallway and almost trips over the box Taehyung set down.

“Hey careful Koo.”

You don’t see Taehyung mimic you silently but you turn around when you hear Jimin laugh from his place next to him on the couch.

“Thanks again, noona,” he picks up two boxes at once.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, I could do with a flatmate after living alone for over a year.”

He smiles and disappears down the hall.

“Why didn’t you ask me to live with you?” Taehyung pouts and you set your hands on your hips.

“That’s because you already have a decent living space with Jimin and Seokjin, Jungkook was travelling every day to campus and it was taking a toll on him.”

“Plus you’re a lousy flatmate,” Jimin adds under his breath and Taehyung grabs him by the neck.

“Yah! Take that back! I am not, I keep my living space clean.”

Jimin struggles in Taehyung’s hold, “yes but you have no conscience when other people are sleeping. I am talking about your hook-ups.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault my partners get loud with me,” Taehyung turns to you with a smug grin on his face, “but yeah, Y/N won’t have a problem with that when it comes to Jungkook, pretty sure he’s still a virgin.”

You smack Taehyung’s arm at that and Jungkook appears in the lounge again looking a little sheepish.

“Is this the last box noona?”

“Yep,” you walk towards the kitchen, “let me know if you need help unpacking.”

“Hey Y/N,” Taehyung leans on the kitchen counter and you can already guess what he’s going to say.

“I’m hungry.”

You grab the takeout menus from one of the drawers and set them in front of him.

“No,” he whines, “I want your pasta.”

You sigh, “I’ll make pasta for you.”

“Really?”

“If you promise to be nicer to Jungkook.”

His shoulders drop at that, “no.”

“Taehyung, do you remember what a hard time we had last year? I had to hunt for a decent apartment and you wanted to drop out because-“

“I remember.”

“So, please try to be his friend, he has no one around here and you never know when you might need his help.”

He plays with his fingers and then nods.

“Okay good, lunch will be ready in a bit. Go ask Jungkook if he wants pasta.”

He opens his mouth to object then shuts it when you give him a disapproving look.

MARCH 2021

The light drizzle outside sets a sombre mood for the evening, but you love the cold. It’s a perfect excuse to stay in on a Friday night even though you literally stay in every weekend. The chips packet next to you on the couch sits untouched and you’re still browsing Netflix to find something nice to watch. Why are there so many godforsaken romance movies?

You just need to distract yourself to get your mind off the memories that play like a broken record in your head. You know as long as you continue to hold onto it, it will break your heart over and over again. The longer you think about it, the more you wonder if everything was just a figment of your imagination, whether you were having visions of things that weren’t even there.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying and failing to push everything down.

Your phone vibrates under the blanket you have draped over your legs.

[20:32] yoongi: coming

[20:32] You: why

[20:33] yoongi: Joon’s party

[20:33] yoongi: get dressed

[20:33] yoongi: you know im not afraid to drag you out whether you’re dressed or not

How would he know that you know about Namjoon’s party, of course, they’ve spoken about you. You hate being pitied and you just want to enjoy your Friday night alone like always. But you know that Yoongi means what he says and he will literally drag you there if he has to.

Sighing, you switch off the TV and head for you room, you don’t really need to put in any effort with your outfit. But as you rummage through your cupboard, a thought crosses your mind. What if he’s there? You don’t want to look like a glum, washed out final year student when you get there. But you push that thought away. You don’t need to look good for anyone except yourself, so you dig out a black long-sleeved dress that sits above your knees and hugs your figure.

You slap on some makeup and jewellery and spritz some perfume on your neck. Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, you’re shocked at the person that blinks back at you. It’s been a while since you dressed up, for yourself. Of course..

You hear the doorbell chime and you grab your purse and heels, you yank the door open and see Yoongi standing there in black slacks and a white button up dress shirt tucked in his pants.

He eyes you up and down, then proceeds to walk down the hall, “let’s go.”

You fidget with the hem of your dress as you sit in his car, obviously a sign of nervousness. A part of you hopes for your sake that he isn’t there tonight, but the more selfish part of you wants him to be there, otherwise it would be a waste of an outfit.

When he parks in the driveway of what you assume is Namjoon’s new house, he speaks.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘Why’?” You narrow your gaze at him.

“Nothing I’m just saying that-“

“That nothing. Can we just get this over with.”

He sighs and unlocks the car.

You’re already dreading going in and spending the entire night with a group of people you haven’t seen in months. You’ll just lay low or hang with Yoongi, he hardly talks to anyone at parties anyway.

The house is packed with people you don’t know and you can feel the loud music shake the floor when you walk. Yoongi greets a few people and walks to the lounge, you follow him to the couch and you realize that you haven’t been here before and have no idea where to go.

You sit down hesitantly next to him on the couch.

“I’m waiting for someone.” He says in your ear over the loud music.

“Who?”

“There’s this girl, she said we could meet up here.”

You heart sinks at that, Yoongi is going to leave you alone in this unknown house with a bunch of unknown people.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“You need to get out.”

“Who are you to tell me that.”

“Your friend Y/N,” you turn to look at him, “your only friend.”

You can’t stop the pang of hurt that surges through your heart because he’s right. He is your only friend and soon enough you’ll be alone at the rate you’re going.

“Just let loose for a bit, Y/N, don’t you miss those times when you used to go out and have fun.”

You can’t say anything with the lump forming in your throat, you stand up and head for the kitchen that is across the couch.

You don’t really pay attention to who’s in the kitchen when you see the vast amount of drinks on the table and grab a cup, looking for an unopened bottle.

“Is that you, Y/N?” And you freeze, dropping the plastic cup to the floor, he bends to pick it up and gives you a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you.”

You don’t hug him back and he must’ve noticed because he lets go and bends down to look at your face.

“How have you been, Y/N? Haven’t seen you for so long.”

“Fine Taehyung,” you push his hands off your shoulders and he gives you a pained look at your reaction.

“I’m sorr-“

“Don’t. Just don’t”

“But I am. I’ve failed you as a best friend.”

“Maybe you never were.”

He raises his eyebrows and takes a step back away from you but you don’t waver.

“Besides,” you continue, “it’s been months and doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

He goes to hold your hands but you turn your attention back to the alcohol, facing your back to him.

He drops his arms to his sides and you assume he left the kitchen.

You let out a breath and grab your cup again, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. You need to go home, maybe you can catch a taxi if Yoongi doesn’t want to take you.

You prepare yourself to walk out of the kitchen and into the crowds of sweaty bodies, praying you don’t run into anyone else.

As you’re making your way through the crowds, you see Yoongi talking to someone with platinum blond hair and when you start to walk closer to him, you see it’s Hoseok. Slowly, you start to walk in the opposite direction to head to the front door but you can see from your periphery that both Hoseok and Yoongi are looking at you now.

You step out onto the porch and take a deep breath of the fresh air, you’ll just have to call a cab. Standing by the window, you peek in to see if Yoongi is till talking to Hoseok but you instantly regret it and you turn away once you see it.

You don’t know what makes you look again, and there you see a girl sitting on Jungkook’s lap shamelessly making out and groping each other. The girl, you notice, is not Hayoon, she has shorter hair. This girl’s long hair sways as she giggles when he kisses down her throat and then shoves his tongue back in her mouth. Fully tattooed arm flexing as he grabs her ass.

You can’t tear your eyes away.

SEPTEMBER 2019

You sit comfortably on the couch, revising some of the notes you made from this week’s lessons. You run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair where it rests on your lap, him playing some video game and cursing at the screen now and again.

You’re shocked at how much Jungkook came out of his shell these past few months. He and Taehyung have gotten closer even though they still argue about who is the fastest runner between the two of them, chasing each other around with bottles of water in hand.

Inevitably, you two were bound to develop a good bond since you practically live together, eat together and do almost everything together.

You’ve recently been helping with his little women problem. He’s just too shy and you find that endearing. You see Jungkook as the little brother you never had.

“Hey noona.”

“Hmm.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he switches off his game and you realize that it’s serious because you usually have to beg him to.

You set your notes down and sit upright while he lifts his head off your lap and stares at his hands.

“There’s…”

“You’re getting me worried Kook.”

“No no it’s nothing I just…”

You dip your head to look into his eyes.

“I like this girl…”

“O-okay…”

“And we’ve been talking for a while and she’s in most of my classes.”

You nod, listening carefully and you think you know where this is going.

“I-I want to kiss her.”

Oh. Oh. Definitely not what you were expecting.

“Uhm well have you asked her out yet Kook?”

“Hmm well not yet, but I think I know that part and she seems like she likes me a lot.”

“Okay, so if you want to kiss her, take her on a date, but make sure you ask for consent before you do anything!”

He laughs, “noona, I got all that covered!”

“Okay, then what is it?” Genuinely curious now, you tuck your legs under your butt.

“I-I don’t know h-how to kiss her,”

You should’ve known, “so this will be your first kiss?”

He rubs his neck, “not exactly, I had my first kiss in high school but it was just a peck that lasted less than a millisecond,”

“That’s hardly a kiss Koo.”

“I know, that’s why I want you to teach me,” he beams, “I want her head to explode when I kiss her!”

“Woah there Romeo,” you look around thinking, how am I going to do this, ”so you want me to explain how to kiss?”

“I was thinking you could show me…” He picks at his nail and you look around dramatically.

“There aren’t any volunteers Koo, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I volunteer as tribute.”

“What?”

“What?”

Your mind blanks, “EW, I am not kissing you Jungkook, it’ll be like kissing my younger brother!”

“I know it sounds weird but can you please do it for me? Please? Just think of me as someone else.” He thinks for a while.

“Think of me as Yoongi!”

“Yoongi?” He nods.

“Why Yoongi?”

“I see the way he daydreams when he looks at you.”

“Kook, he daydreams when he looks at everyone but that’s not the point I am not kissing you!”

He clasps his hands together, pleading, “please noona! I’ll do anything for you please!”

“NO!”

“Please, I’ll-I’ll-,” he looks around, “I’ll do the dishes for the whole month!”

You cross your arms and try to ignore the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you.

“I’ll vacuum and scrub every inch of this place!”

You scoff.

“I’ll do the laundry.”

That catches your attention, “three months.”

He perks at that, “yes three months!”

You huff, “don’t tell anyone about this! I am not some cougar!”

“Noona, you’re not even that much older than me.”

He places his hands in his lap and licks his lips, you reflexively do the same.

“So, do you want commentary or…”

“No just give me one of your best kisses, I’ll get the hang of it.”

“Get the hang of it?! How many times do you want me to kiss you?!”

He holds his hands up defensively, “just once! I mean I’ll remember what you did.”

You give him a discerning look, “fine.”

You lean in closer and he does the same, he closes his eyes and you pull back, “this is so weird!”

“Ugh noona please.”

Why is his voice so whiny all of a sudden?

This time you hold his face a safe distance away from you then slowly lean in and pull it closer, you close your eyes when your lips touch.

You slowly move your lips over his and he does the same, you do that for a bit then swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he mimics your action, when his tongue touches your bottom lip, you slide your tongue across his and flick it against the roof of his mouth, He moans and your stomach flips.

Focus.

You suckle on his bottom lip and then swirl your tongue around his, his hands slowly grab onto your neck and lower back, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and continue to thrust your tongue into his mouth, he quickly takes over and starts to take control of the kiss, sucking onto your tongue and you think to yourself, he got the hang of it, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to kiss you, your heartrate picks up and you can’t stop kissing him back.

You realize that you have been making out for what felt like hours and you’re absolutely breathless when he pulls away. You instinctively rest your forehead against his and he’s equally as breathless, chest heaving.

“Was I good?”

But you can’t speak because what the fuck.

MARCH 2021

“Y/N?”

A voice breaks you from your daydream and you don’t know how long you must’ve been staring at Jungkook make out with someone else, when you look through the window again, you see he’s gone.

You turn and see Yoongi staring at you with his hands in his pocket, “I’m heading home.”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, forgetting you’re wearing makeup and grimace when you see mascara smeared on your hand.

“What about your date?” You sniff.

“She’s with someone else.”

“Oh. Uhm, sorry.”

“Don’t be, she was just a hookup anyway,” he shrugs.

He starts to walk down the stairs of the porch and you take that as your cue to follow.

You lay in bed that night, unable to sleep with the thoughts that haunt your mind. You close your eyes and try to remember the way he looked.

He looked so different, white short-sleeve T-shirt hugging his now muscular body, you think you saw an eyebrow piercing glinting in the bright light of the lounge and his fully tatted arm was what made your breath hitch.

Too lost in your daydream, you don’t feel the incessant vibrating of your phone.

You’ll wake up the next morning, still groggy from all the nightmares you’ve had, to messages from an unlikely sender.

[23:45] Jungkook: hey 😛

[23:45] Jungkook: I saw you today 😉

[23:45] Jungkook: love the new hair

[23:46] Jungkook: btw 😏

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk.  Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku​ and @sailorsero​ as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto​ 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

Please check out the Collab Masterlist: HERE Look 👀 at My Masterlist: HERE Buy me a Kofi if you’re scared of clowns too: HERE

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker:  Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face. 

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers. 

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well. 

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

--

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.” 

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip. 

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much. 

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.” 

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

--

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached. 

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

--

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication. 

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it? 

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation. 

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

---

In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo. 

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this. 

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends. 

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account. 

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was. 

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit. 

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He 

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked.  But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head. 

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box. 

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.” 

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?” 

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once. 

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.” 

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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fushiguro megumi x reader

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warnings: 18+, explicit language, angst, underage drinking, light smut, loss of virginity, struggles with mental health, i use too many commas, toji is a bad dad, gojo is a menace, fwb, end of long-term relationship, college/university au

Melancholy has always been a blade at Fushiguro’s throat.

Even as a child, six or seven, Megumi can remember how uninterested he was in the activities Gojo tried to put him in, the books Tsumiki read to him — the life he lived. There’s always been a flat line on his face, even when his knuckles were reddening over the skin of someone’s cheekbone, and there are very few moments he can look back on and realize that heaviness hadn’t been behind his eyes.

Toji is a piece of shit dad, but most of those moments are all with him.

And Megumi knows better than that, to think the fleeting dates with his father meant anything at all, but it still made his chest pound when he thought of seeing Toji coming to check him out of school early, to buy him ice cream and take him to the arcade in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon. Laser tag and pizza, that motorcycle game and a handful of stuffed animals from the claw machine, the dinosaur themed shootout; Toji had racked up more than 400 tickets that day, let Megumi use them to buy a giant toy gun and walkie-talkies (they were cheap as shit, probably came from a 99-cent store somewhere, but he’d earned them, with the little tickets those machines spit out — and that mattered).

All those memories are ruined, of course, by the tears that kissed out the flames of his birthday candles instead of his breath. Surrounded by adults he didn’t care about — Utahime, Shoko, Gojo, and even Nanami — Tsumiki told him to make a wish, but Megumi hadn’t gotten the chance, wouldn’t have taken it anyway, because a wish wasn’t going to earn him enough tickets to buy another afternoon with Toji (just one, that’s all he wanted).

It follows him everywhere, the end of that knife, and there is a long period of his life that Fushiguro feels really, really alone — and this is all before college, all before Itadori and Nobara. All before you.

It’s the summer after he graduates high school that he finds comfort in someone that isn’t Toji, for the first time.

Fushiguro wouldn’t have ever considered someone like Kamo his friend. They’d been through school together, shared classes and projects, ate lunch together when there was no one else to sit with — more of an acquaintance than a friend, and though he thought the guy was a bit of an asshole, Megumi can’t forget the night they’d been standing around a fire at Maki’s house and Kamo slurred out,

"I respect you, Fushiguro, for never backing down.”

It had been completely unprecedented and all eyes moved from the fire to him, which Megumi hated, and all he’d done was nod and mutter out a quiet "thanks”.

That’s when you’d come out, quietly, Mai in tow, to slip between the other six bodies standing around, to slither up to Kamo, to place your hand in his. Megumi didn’t really think about you at that point, when he was seventeen and quiet and alone, but he knew your name, knew you and Kamo had been together since the two of you were barely fifteen. Young love — the two of you seemed determined to make it last.

He didn’t think about you then, not at that point, but you’d always been nice, casual; you looked in his eyes when he spoke and asked his opinion if he was silent when a question was asked to the group, you laughed (maybe because you felt like you should) if he said some witty, asshole kind of thing. But Kamo’s arm was around your shoulders, your lip gloss was on his cheek, and Fushiguro isn’t that guy, knows better than to pine over a woman on another man’s arm.

It isn’t until another year later, six months after he’d turned eighteen — and Gojo still hadn’t kicked him out, like he always said he would — that he found you in the grass outside of Miwa’s house, that he found another woman on Kamo’s arm. That sight had sent him searching for you (maybe because he felt like he should), absentmindedly, ignoring the warm buzz beer was producing in his chest.

Toji wasn’t ever going to help him get a truck, even if he’d said it one weekend in January, when he’d bought Megumi cigarettes for the first time, and there was no asking Gojo for assistance, so the little truck he managed to save for was sitting in the street. Your feet were against the wheels, kicking them without any real force, and when you looked up at him, Fushiguro recognized the heartbreak on your face.

“I can’t find my phone,” The mascara running down your cheeks was quickly wiped away before you patted the grass drunkenly, pulling some of the blades out with a little, angry grunt. It had been underneath you; Fushiguro asked for your number and called it, a little tune from a Sci-Fi movie you’ve talked about playing from underneath your butt. That’s when he’d offered you a ride home, since you looked about as miserable as he felt.

The truck cab had been filled with only the sounds of your sniffling, your hiccups, all the way across town as he drove, and the little bit of alcohol in his system hadn’t let him feel like it was weird of him to do. Out in the grass, crying as the love of your life got hot and heavy with a college girl — why wouldn’t he offer you a way out? If you felt awkward, he had no idea, you just kept tucking your hair behind your ear, yawning, picking at your cuticles as the street lights grazed across your face.

When Fushiguro turned the truck off in your driveway, the both of you just stared at the garage door, left half open by your younger brother to allow you a silent sneak inside. That’s when you asked,

“Why doesn’t he want me anymore?”

There wasn’t anyone more ill-equipped to answer that question than him. It dawned on Fushiguro that he should’ve said something positive, something motivating about not needing Kamo, but Megumi has never listened to that bullshit — especially not from Tsumiki — and he wasn’t about to be a hypocrite.

“I don’t know.” Is all he said, all he knew to say.

How many tickets do you have? Megumi wanted to ask. Maybe the two of you could pool them together, get another night with Kamo, taste whiskey for the second time with Toji in the harsh fluorescent light of a liquor store. If the two of you tried hard enough, they’d come back. If the two of you blew out the candles together.

But Fushiguro hadn’t said that, just nodded when you said goodnight, watched you crawl into the darkness of your garage. And then he went home.

Two weeks later, Gojo wouldn’t stop asking him about college, if he was going, in that annoying way he does, when he acts like he doesn’t care — but he wouldn’t have been asking so much if that were true. It had been the kind of night where Fushiguro knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep, and he knew right away; there are very few things in the world that make him as content as crawling into the warmth of his blankets, shutting off his brain and emotions and turmoil long enough that he lay, suspended, time passing him by and not hurting like it usually does, so when his eyes hadn’t fallen shut after twenty minutes of honest-to-god trying — Megumi knew.

Your number hadn’t even been saved to his phone, just sitting in his call log, staring back at him as he tried to understand why he’d even thought about you. It had been late Saturday, early Sunday morning really, and the chances of you being awake were slim, even slimmer than the chance that you would answer. There wasn’t any way his number was saved to your phone, no way, and a call in the middle of the night — morning? — was something that was likely to go ignored.

Even before he pressed ‘call’, Fushiguro regretted it, but you answered after the second ring. You said his name in a question when the line picked up.

“Hey,” he said quietly, digging his fingers into his eyes because he was a fucking idiot. “Wanna go for a drive?”

Between the tears and sadness and longing coating your throat, you croaked out, “Yes.”

There hadn’t been any destination in mind, not at 2 in the morning, and you still sat beside him and sniffed and cried as he drove aimlessly. There was a shirt on your frame that was too large and, even though it smelt like you, it had been obvious why you’re wearing it, who it belonged to, and the sweatpants on your legs had little rice balls all over them (not that he had been wearing much better). It’s not like you wore that much makeup, but he’d never seen you so bare-faced; eyes red and swollen, nose raw from rubbing it, lips peeling because you couldn’t stop biting them. Even after Miwa’s party, mascara had been enough of a mask on your sad, pretty face that he hadn’t looked too close.

But then, as you played with a string coming loose from your seatbelt, watching the long-closed buildings pass you by, Megumi wondered if he looked like you. The stupid name had always made him feel unintentionally feminine, not to mention that Tsumiki called him a pretty boy, but he’d been just as bare-faced as you — eyes red, nose stinging, lips chapped. It made him feel like he wasn’t so alone, for the first time.

Fushiguro pulled into a parking lot eventually, a spot as far away from the lights as he could find, and he’d been about to start crying, too, encouraged by your shamelessness, when you turned to him.

“What are we doing?” The way you asked made it sound like something else had been going on, something besides two lonely souls trying to understand why they aren’t enough.

“I don’t know,” Fushiguro said — again — then he worried you were expecting something from him. Did you smoke weed? Is that what you thought he meant? Fushiguro never had, but there were cigarettes in the glove box if you wanted one. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” It sounded like another wave of heartbreak was about to crack you open, the way you clutched your stomach and groaned quietly. In some dark, disgusting way, Fushiguro hoped it would — then he could let go, and maybe he could trust you not to say anything. “Are you a virgin?”

That had him choking on the lump in his throat as his face lit up the inside of the cab. “What?”

You faced the parking lot again, tucking hair behind your ear as you spoke away from him. “Because if you are, then I’m not gonna do this.”

This. His mind started racing, trying to remember how his voice had sounded when he called you, if — somehow — he had made you think this is what he wanted from you. It wasn’t, hadn’t even been a thought in his head until just then. Was he that guy? The kind that takes advantage of girls that are heartbroken and crying, searching for comfort from a boy just as lost?

“No,” Fushiguro breathed, “I just wanted to —”

To sit and cry with you? About the ache in your chest, because he had it, too?

“It’s okay,” With a sniff, you shrugged, finally looking back at him, and then he realized you weren’t crying anymore. “I just didn’t know if you were —” a frown split your face, like what you were about to say hit too close to home, “— saving it for someone.”

Fushiguro had watched porn plenty of times — something he insists to himself is out of curiosity and not because he’s some horny bastard like Toji — and he’d flown straight through puberty. Gojo took out a new girl almost every week, even had the audacity to bring them back to the apartment and hang a sock on the door, which always made Megumi scarce for at least two hours. There hadn’t been any girls in school that seemed worthy enough of the effort it would take to unveil himself, to take out the broken parts of him and arrange them in a way they could understand, and so he hadn’t.

The this you’re referencing made his whole body hot, turned him into that horny bastard he didn’t want to be, and he should’ve told you yes, that he was a virgin and no, he wasn’t saving it for anyone, but he hadn’t. There had been enough want pumping through his blood to cloud his head, especially as you shuffled around to get rid of your cute, little sweatpants, and crawled to straddle him in the truck. When you scratched your fingers against his scalp, he was already half-hard, even when you told him,

“I’m not going to kiss you, though, is that okay?”

It’s a good thing you wouldn’t; Fushiguro just nodded.

Gojo bought him condoms for his eighteenth birthday, arranged them in the shape of a dick in front of everyone — adults he didn’t care about; Utahima, Shoko, even Nanami — and Megumi had thrown them into the glove box, furious, afterwards. When he reached to grab one for himself, the pack of cigarettes fell out; there were only two missing: the one he smoked, the one Toji bummed.

"They’re extra lubed up,” Gojo had told him, grinning like an asshole and patting his shoulder, "because you probably won’t get her very wet the first time.”

Fuck him, he’d been right.

The feel of your breath against his neck, the way your nose nudged just under his ear, the flutter of your eyelashes against his skin; Fushiguro was embarrassed at how hot it made him, how quick he got rock solid without so much as a kiss from you. The way you’d started rubbing your clit told him you’d done this before, especially since you didn’t so much as cringe when sinking all the way down on him.

Nothing had ever been as difficult as not cumming on the spot for Fushiguro.

The whole interaction lasted about six minutes and had been painfully awkward, especially since he hadn’t even held you, just gripped the seat underneath him so hard his knuckles turned white, and because he filled up that condom long before you finished around him. His legs were made of jelly when he slumped out of the truck to toss it in the dumpster and your sweatpants were on when he came back. The two of you just sat in silence, breathing evening out, while staring at the parking lot.

If you had started crying again, Fushiguro would have felt really bad, even worse than he already did as the cloud of lust faded from his mind, but he tried to find solace in the fact that you didn’t look bothered. You tucked hair behind your ear again and had the courage to smile sadly at him, which made him realize he was probably in love with you.

“I was gonna follow him to college, you know?” The reminder of Kamo had him flinching, “Even though it wasn’t my first choice school, but —” you shrugged, “— he wanted to go alone.”

Fushiguro wouldn’t have ever considered someone like Kamo his friend, but he did consider him to be a giant idiot. It’s really cliche, the way he felt about you after that, especially since the quiet way you mourned over a guy that wasn’t thinking twice about you seemed all too familiar.

“My dad,” Fushiguro breathed, wiping a damp hand against his sweatpants, “is a fucking asshole.”

It didn’t have anything to do with what you were saying and you cast him a quizzical glance. It didn’t have anything to do with what you were saying, and yet it did.

Maybe Fushiguro had been imagining it, since he’d started seeing you in a rose-colored light, but it seemed like you understood. “Kamo is a fucking asshole, too.”

That made the both of you laugh, bitterly, and then you started crying again.

That summer, it only happened three more times before coming to an end. It hadn’t been all that special and he always came before you, but he’d say something about Toji (“I’ll never be like him, for as long as I live. I’ll kill myself before letting that happen.”) and you’d say something about Kamo (“I just don’t know what I did wrong, what I did to make him change his mind.”) and it felt a little like the two of you were lying in the grass, looking for the phone, kicking the wheels of someone’s truck together. Like the candles were lit and both of you were crying and neither of you were making the wish, because it didn’t matter.

Neither of you were enough and it had been comforting, in some weird, sick way.

The second and third time happened in the bed of his truck, because you almost hit your head multiple times when riding him, and he gathered all the blankets in the apartment to bring with him — casually — when he picked you up again. And the last, because he was a fucking idiot, had been in his room.

Gojo had that nice shirt on again, so Fushiguro had been watching from the window, waiting any minute for his car to disappear from the driveway before you came over, but it never did. Everytime he peeked out into the living area, Gojo had been just sitting in the kitchen, picking idly at a book, at his phone, inspecting his sunglasses as if they were broken. Of course Fushiguro hadn’t mentioned you’d be coming over, because that would have only started a grand shit-show, but, nevertheless, when you came walking up the driveway in a dress, he’d had to slide down the wood floor in his socks before Gojo could answer the door.

“Myfriendiscomingover.” Is what he’d spit out, standing as still and straight as the pencil poised between Gojo’s fingers. When the doorbell rang, when he pulled it open to reveal you, wearing a less-than-sincere smile, his roommate had grinned.

“Oooooh, who’s this?”

It had been a giant mistake, to bring you there, but Gojo was supposed to be long gone, not in all his menacing glory, asking you your name and where you came from, how much money Fushiguro paid you to come over. Everything got worse when Gojo insisted he wasn’t going anywhere, that the two of them were about to start cooking a three course meal, if she was hungry, because he’s a fabulous cook, did you know? Don’t be shy, Megumi-chan!

You kissed him that time, after he’d finally gotten you into his room and his pants off (just before Gojo had knocked and asked, “I’m going outside, need anything from the car?”; he didn’t, he’d gone to get them from his truck yesterday). It was hopeless, how he felt about you, which is why he’d stolen Gojo’s cologne and put on a shirt he hadn’t worn since the last Zen'in reunion, trying — and failing — to remain casual, and it’s why he tried to take the lead and be on top that time.

He told himself it had been an accident, when you placed your hands lightly on his shoulders and leaned up, mid-thrust, to kiss the lip that was throbbing between his teeth. When you did it again, then he knew, and it made his hips stutter in a way that told him he was a lot closer to finishing than he wanted to be, so he just stilled inside you and moved his mouth against yours until his lungs began to ache.

Just for once, Fushiguro was enough. At least, that’s what it felt like.

Gojo actually had gone to the car, and then to a place down the street to get food for the three of you, and Fushiguro — as usual — was done in a heartbeat, before he got back. You did stay for dinner and laughed at the dumb things Gojo said and did. The two of you were left alone again, just to watch a movie on the couch, and you sat next to him and held his hand, leaned your head against your shoulder and only left after the film was over. Before getting in your car, you’d even kissed him again.

It felt like something he had always wanted and always needed, the calm kind of serenity that most people were born with, the kind Toji had robbed him of long ago. Even Nanami commented on it, once more when they were pestering him about college — Tsumiki was pissed, when she came home from University one weekend to find out about it from Satoru, of all people.

The traitor that is his heart wondered (a lot) if his dad would like you, if he’d meet you — even once, just once. Maybe Toji would be proud of him, scoring a girl like you.

The next time Fushiguro called you, it had been screened almost immediately, and he was halfway into over analyzing the text he’d been typing out when yours came across the screen first.

I still want to be friends, but I feel like I should let you know Noritoshi and I are back together.

The two of you didn’t stay friends, didn’t speak again before you followed Kamo out of the city, off to college.

When Nobara finally gets to the library, where Itadori and Fushiguro are waiting, there are three cans of watermelon Redbull in her arms, along with her books and pencil case. As usual, she sits down in a huff and whacks Yuuji when he reaches for one, chastising him, “the last thing you need is any more energy than you already have, idiot”. It makes him smile when Itadori whines about it, when they get into a whisper-war about name calling.

These days, at college, with friends that remind him he isn’t as alone as he once thought, Megumi smiles a lot more, feels threatened by that blade a little less.

It had taken a year for Gojo — with the help of Utahime and Shoko, even Nanami — to finally convince Fushiguro to enroll in a local college. All the money his “guardian” had been collecting, all this time, for raising him mysteriously materialized when he finally applied; to this day, Gojo insists he spent that money on clothes, cologne, women whose names he didn’t remember. He was behind them, Nobara and Itadori, but it only made them better study partners.

The Redbull should have been a dead give away; Kugisaki likes them — the taste more than the rush of caffeine they provide her — but she never drinks more than two in one sitting.

She doesn’t look up, avoids eye contact with Fushiguro completely, when you sit down beside her, squeezing her bicep and whispering, “sorry i’m late”.

“It’s okay,” Nobara whispers back, “I just got here, too.”

It’s only after you pop the top of the can that you peer at him, over the lip of the energy drink. Nothing flashes over your face, not recognition, not shame or surprise, and he just gapes at you.

Fushiguro just gapes at the tan-line around your ring finger.

It had been late August when the Zen'in’s had their reunion again. Fushiguro hated them, all of them, but he only went because Mai felt left out when Maki started strutting around, making her presence known, being the pest she thrived on being. To his surprise, Mai had taken a cigarette from his pack when he’d pulled it from his back pocket — after the summer ended, he started smoking them more, even if they made his lungs ache, because he was searching them, trying to understand what Toji liked about them so much. If he found out, then maybe he would understand his piece of shit dad a little more.

The two of them had been leaning against a tree outside, ignoring all the talking and bullshit reminiscing. Mai had been in the middle of complaining about the way Naoya spoke down to her, threatening to kick his ass, when she’d tried to show him whatever she’d been absentmindedly scrolling through on her phone.

“Him, too,” She spat, angling her phone in a second attempt to make Fushiguro look at it; he didn’t care what was on her Instagram, honestly. “Kamo was always a fucking asshole. I can’t believe she’s gonna marry him.”

The ring he bought you was nice, because he came from a wealthy family and could afford it, and in the photo of you, showing it off with a great, giant, teary smile, Fushiguro noticed that you’d cut your hair, that you looked as if you’d lost a little bit of weight since he’d kissed you. The caption you put read, and they lived happily ever after. It had a bunch of likes, comments from your friends — even Mai double-tapped it, though she’d just been fuming about it.

The last known number Megumi had for his father was one from a shitty complex a few towns over, which made the chances of Toji answering dismal. Fushiguro called from a pay-phone, because maybe, if his dad didn’t know it was his son calling, he’d pick it up — and he had.

Megumi wanted Toji to sound tired or drunk, as if he really was out there, addicted to or busy with something that could justify the absence in his son’s life, but he hadn’t. Toji sounded fine, normal, casual.

“I’m glad mom left you because you never deserved her, not a second of her fucking time.” Fushiguro spat, “You’re a goddamn disgrace and leaving you and me was the smartest thing she ever did because you’re a fucking curse, you know that? And I’m doomed, just like you, to die in this world without anything or anyone.”

And then he hit the pay phone against the receiver, over and over again, until change started shaking out of it, until the plastic cracked and the dial tone finally went quiet.

Itadori looks surprised when he sees you at the table, too, but you don’t look at his face for very long, you only smile, as if you’re shy, before scooting closer to Nobara.

“Hi,” Yuuji whispers, a friendly grin quirking up on his lips. “Nice to meet you.”

Kugisaki rolls her eyes — and finally spares Fushiguro a quick glance. “Don’t be weird.”

“All I said was hello!”

“Hey, Megumi,” Your eyes are on your notes when you say it, writing something in your loopy, pretty hand-writing. When you look up at him, his face goes red, just like it had in the truck. The smile you send him is sincere this time, for the first time.

“Hey.”

Now Yuuji looks really surprised, looking between the two of you, even as Nobara kicks him under the table. “You know each other? Ow! Knock it off!”.

The lead in Kugisaki’s pencil breaks with how hard she presses it into her paper. “I told you already, Itadori. Remember?”

He leans across the table, as if you aren’t going to hear him loudly whisper, “I would have remembered if you told me about Fushiguro knowing —”

Another kick silences him, this time from Megumi himself. Yuuji looks at him with a frown, shrugging as if he can’t understand what he’s doing wrong.

“Yes,” You lean a little forward into the table, eyes dancing over Fushiguro’s face in a way that’s too studious, “we know each other. We graduated high school together.”

There are rings on your fingers, little silver ones, but none of them are the diamond you had shown off in that picture, four years ago. Fushiguro is twenty-two now, he’s kissed and slept with a few other girls since then, but the sight of you — looking at him like that — breaks and heals his heart all over again. Young love — it’s determined not to die out, no matter how hard he wants it to.

“Do you have the notes from Yaga’s class last week?” You ask, tucking hair behind your ear. “I missed and I’m struggling to get caught back up.”

Fushiguro snaps his eyes back down to the notebook on the table, suddenly insecure of everything about him — his handwriting, the smell of his deodorant, the crinkles in his clothes, the messiness of his hair. “Uh, which lecture?”

With a sigh, you say, “All of them from that week.”

“She’s behind, too,” Nobara says casually, looking up at Megumi pointedly from underneath her eyelashes. “I think the two of you even have all the same classes.”

Does she know?

You send Kugisaki a red look, full of embarrassment, and she shamelessly nudges your shoulder with hers. It makes him hot, the idea that Nobara knows the intimacies of whatever fragments of a relationship the two of you had, the idea that there has been a time when you’ve sat down and explained it all to her. The idea that you’ve thought about him.

The semester is well worn in — they’re all studying for midterms — and he’s never seen you on campus before. How could he have missed you, if you had all the same classes? If you had even one together? How could he have missed the gentle sight of you, when you were supposed to be cities away, living your happily ever after?

(There is a part of him that’s proud that he’s missed you, as if it’s a testament to how far removed from your hold he is, how over you he is. But then Yuuji pipes in with something about his own notes, how he’ll find his old ones and share if Fushiguro won’t, and the genuine grin on your face is so blinding.)

“Of course,” His words come out clipped and he sends Itadori a look he never has before, one that’s green with unjustified jealousy. “Of course I’ll share mine.”

It’s dark outside when Nobara reaches across the table to pinch Itadori in the arm, when she gives him an obvious look and tells the two of you that they are going back to their dorm, because they’re tired. "If you wanna stay and keep studying,” nothing about Kugisaki is casual, “that’s totally cool.”

“I’m tired, too.” A yawn accompanies your words, as if to prove it, and he tries not to feel a little disappointed.

“Don’t you live off campus?” Nobara asks, “Maybe Fushiguro can give you a ride.”

Everyone is looking at him, which he hates.

“Yeah,” You answer and it’s only because of the light in the library that he can see the shyness in your eyes. It’s giving him whiplash; Fushiguro doesn’t have a memory of the two of you where his face wasn’t bright and hot, where he wasn’t the nervous one. “I live with my parents right now.”

There isn’t a ring, there isn’t any sign of Kamo — Fushiguro wonders if this will end like it had before, when he was alone again, when he wasn’t enough. The thought makes his entire chest hurt, but he already knows he’ll let you do it, ruin him.

Maybe he shouldn’t, but as soon as the two of you are outside, away from the hawkish gaze of Kugisaki, he stops on the stairs and asks, “Do you ever think about that summer?”

When you spin around, there isn’t a mask in sight; the heartbroken look on your face is as plain as day, much darker than the smile you’d worn all afternoon. “Yes.” Already you’re crying, hands clenching into fists, and Fushiguro regrets asking. “Do you?”

None of it had been particularly special, but there had always been a quiet peace, when that blade wasn’t nicking him, when he didn’t feel ashamed to bear his emotions to the world — to you — when the feeling of you in his arms was enough. It hadn’t really been about the sex, and Fushiguro is certain that summer would have wounded him even without it, even if his lips had never met yours.

“Too much.” The way he felt about you was cliche, but it would have happened all the same, because he’s cursed.

“Me too.” It’s whispered, since your voice can’t go much higher than that without breaking. “I thought about you —” then your voice raises, and your chin wobbles with the effort it takes for you to form the words, “— more than I should have, more than I ever did. Even after —” You can’t continue anymore and it’s pitiful, how frustrated you seem at yourself, the way your hands come up to cover your face as you sob into them. Faintly, from behind your palms, he eventually hears you cry, “— even after he came back, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

And it’s like maybe you’re doomed, too.

It dawns on Fushiguro that he should say something positive, something to cheer you up or to comfort you, but he’s never been good at that. When he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you, when he rests his mouth against your hairline as you gasp, he says,

“Hey, wanna go for a drive?”

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humph; han seojun (pt 2)

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part 1, part 3

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: juyeong is reader’s brother and is not related to the lims, jugyeong doesn’t exist in this story. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon's "humph! / 접근금지". originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 4k

after the encounter, you try your best to avoid han seojun. everytime you spot him walking in the hallways, your feet start moving faster. every so often you won’t allow yourself to put all of your books into your locker and end up carrying the heavy things during the whole day. why does his locker have to be next to yours anyway?

seojun might be academically not the best, but he sure isn’t dumb.

clearly, he notices how you turn around and walk into a complete different classroom whenever he makes an appearance in the same hallway. he also notices how you always walk around with piles of books, never taking the chance to place them into your locker, since his own happens to be next to yours.

one day he spots lee suho helping you with carrying your books. smiling, you thank your friend and hand him over some of them. while heading towards the classroom together, you talk about the upcoming school trip. unfortunately, you’re not quite able to see what’s in front of you since the pile of books cover your sight slightly. yet, as seojun walks past suho, his shoulder hits suho’s which makes the books fall out of his hands with a loud thud. 

quickly, you help suho collect the books on the floor and don’t fail to notice him muttering,

“what’s his problem?” 

_

it’s an entertaining thursday evening as you spend time in the karaoke bar with your classmates. kang soojin, who happens to be suho’s childhood friend, asked you and suho to tag along with them. first, lee suho declined the kind offer but you luckily managed to convince him. 

the noraebang is filled with laughter when taehoon, sua’s boyfriend, sings his lungs out to his favorite song. after your eyes wander from the couple too soojin and then too suho, a smile forms on your face. taehoon’s arm is around suho’s shoulder as they both sing a ballad. you’re happy that suho opens up to others more and you enjoy being able to spend time with these four, feeling like you’re making new friends.

however, it feels a little strange that seojun and chorong aren’t around. you remember how you would go to the karaoke bar every saturday, sometimes it was only seojun and you. secretly, you adored listening to his voice.

suddenly, the notification sound of your phone wakes you up from your short trance. 

juyeong: why is seojun hyung’s bike in front of our house?

it’s a message from your younger brother. why hasn’t seojun picked up his bike yet?

while the others continue singing, you excuse yourself and walk outside in order to call your younger brother. patiently, you walk back and forth, waiting for him to answer the call. you sigh when he doesn’t pick up and are about to dial his number again.

before you can do so, you jump and let out a yelp at a familiar voice,

“y/n?”

it’s han seojun.

frightened you turn around, palm pressed to your heart.

“you scared me!” closing your eyes, you let out a relieved breath.

“you’re here too?” seojun ignores your shocked reaction.

“yes.”

“with whom?”

taken aback, you stay silent for a short moment, not knowing how to respond. clearly, you’re aware that seojun, for some reason, isn’t on good terms with suho. therefore, you wouldn’t want him to start a conflict with the innocent boy right here, at the karaoke bar.

“uh, i’m here with soojin a-”

abruptly you trail off when you spot lee suho himself at the entrance, searching for you while his glance shifts through the place. luckily, seojun’s back is facing the entrance. the boy in front of you waits for you to continue but is caught off guard when you pull him around the corner, before suho can find you.

“what are you doing?” seojun questions with lines forming between his brows.

nervously, you try to come up with an excuse while avoiding his gaze, checking behind his back if suho saw you, 

“your motorcycle-”

“look who we have over here! seojunnie!”

at the sound of lee sungyong and his gang you stop talking and observe an annoyed expression appear on seojun’s face.

when you turn around to face them, they let out surprised laughs,

“y/n, long time no see!”

“why do you have to here.” seojun groan.

soon, you sense that something bad could happen any moment which makes you dart your glance around the area nervously, looking for a possible way out. timidly, you draw your mouth into a straight line before your fingers firmly grip around seojun’s, pulling him away from the others without thinking twice. the young boy seems shocked by your actions as his legs adjust to your pace.

in no time, you find yourself running away from lee sungyong and his gang, your hand still clutched on seojun’s wrist. adrenaline courses through your veins as you pass several stores, pushing people out of your way. to the sound of lee sungyong shouting your names, you keep your breath steady, push harder and run even faster. 

seojun himself forces his legs to push harder, his lungs straining. his breath thickening, he steals a quick glance at you. the wind whips your hair away from your face as you face forwards with an uneasy look. his mind is frantic with thoughts: how is it possible to move this fast?

yet, at this great speed, you can barely see a few feet ahead of you. your feet nearly slip from beneath you when your shoes pound heavily across the ground and mud splashes up your leg. 

noticing this, seojun rapidly takes your hand into his own without slowing down and takes the lead. since the boy is familiar with this dark area, he sprints around the next corner. the shoutings behind you don’t stop, demanding you to stop running. after sprinting for solid minutes, you finally hide behind a wall when seojun finds a way to trick the gangsters.

heart pounding faster than ever, you’re still concerned that they will find you. seojun squats down next to you, his legs tired from all the running. when your surroundings are safe, you swiftly stand up while your breath comes in short gasps. 

claiming you’re tired would be an understatement. you are exhausted. still you feel relieved that you could escape the group of boys.

moments later seojun sighs with annoyance behind you. 

“why did you have to drag me away?” the boy complains before you turn around to face him with a frown on your face.

it’s dark and quiet outside, indicating that it’s probably really late. the air is cold which makes you shiver for a moment. when you wait for him to continue instead of answering, seojun groans, not believing that you seriously don’t understand what he’s trying to point out.

“they’ll think it’s weird of us to run away like cowards. ah, you’re really dumb.”

“i’m dumb?”, you raise your voice with squinted eyes before he can leave,

“you’re the one who believes fish are wet.”

“fish are wet.” the boy slowly turns around to face you again.

“they’re not because they’re surrounded by water. once they get out of-”

“it’s water, y/n!”

it’s not worth arguing with someone as dumb as him.

with a mirthless smile you shake your head,

“you’re the dumb one.”

after that you leave to make your way home, completely forgetting to ask seojun about his motorcycle. the boy himself watches you walk away with a little worry. shouldn’t he walk you home at this time? ah, never mind. 

and so he walks home by himself, not used to the fact that his motorcycle is away from him.

_

the next day in school seems like a regular one. fortunately, you were able to get enough sleep this time. thankfully, seojun’s motorcycle was no longer parked in front of your house this morning. not expecting anything spectacular to happen, you enter the classroom with several books in your arms, like always. however, as soon as some of your classmates notice you, they walk to your seat with widen eyes.

“y/n! where were you last night?”, soojin asks you with a calm tone.

sua hits your shoulder playfully and whines, “do you know how worried we were?!”

oh, no. you completely forgot to contact them after your small adventure with han seojun.

“poor suho looked everywhere for you.”, taehoon pouts, his glance darting to suho, who was sitting on his seat peacefully.

after hearing taehoon’s words, you turn your head to the innocent boy with regret written on your face,

“i’m so sorry.”

“don’t worry, y/n. we’re glad you’re okay.” suho smiles at you as the others agree.

the day passes normally, like you predicted, until lunch break. 

considering kim chorong is nowhere to be seen, and you’re trying to stay away from han seojun, you sit next to you other friends during lunch. the same people from the karaoke bar talk about their plans after school, when suddenly everyone looks up to the sight of han seojun’s. his loud steps and irritated expression catches all the attention in the canteen.

however, you feel concerned when you’re approached by him, your heart beating a little faster.

“yah, y/l/n y/n.” 

you gulp when he carefully talks in a controlled voice, glaring at you through his cat like eyes,

“come out.”

the whole lunch room gasps with surprise at his statement, anticipating on what will happen next. just when he grabs your arm to drag you out of the room, lee suho steps between you both, slapping seojun’s grip away from your arm,

“what do you think you’re doing?”, he speaks with a low voice.

“you better stay out of this.”

han seojun hisses and holds on your uniform this time, pulling you away from the others.

your head is filled with endless questions when you’re forced to follow him out. what have you done wrong? the corridor is empty and silent as the boy in front of you pounds his hand on the wall behind you, leaving only a small gap between your faces. your back is pressed against the cold wall. 

blown away by the sudden closeness you swallow dryly, unable to wet your parched throat. his sudden change in mood slightly intimates you.

“you think you can piss me off easily?”

you’re taken aback when he snaps.

“wh-what are you talking about?” nervously, you stammer while excessively blinking.

after that, seojun laughs with edge, eyes leaving yours for a moment to remain his calm. why are you pretending to not know? seconds later he bends down to your height, now even closer than before. eyes looking deeply into yours, he tries to read you. yet, the only thing he’s able to see is your confusion.

“do you believe giving my keys to that bastard is funny?”

“i have no clue what you’re talking about.” 

luckily, the worry in you melts down a little but you’re still confused.

“you’re really starting to get on my nerves now. this morning lee sungyong came to me with these, and my damaged bike.”

frustrated, seojun takes his keys out of his jacket-pocket and holds them up for you too see. a line forms between your brows when you stare at the keys, waiting for him to continue,

“and what do i have to do with that?”

“are you kidding me?! you’re the person who had my keys the whole time!” seojun hisses, his voice raising which causes you to flinch lightly,

“my bike was parked in front of your house, remember? you gave my keys to that bastard!”

“i didn’t have your keys!” finally you defend yourself, slowly getting annoyed by his behavior.

“you did, i gave them to you last week!”

seojun’s face is still insanely close to yours.

“you did, but i gave them back to you.” you look into his eyes with confusion.

“what?” seojun’s expression reflects your own.

“i-i put them into your pocket. didn’t you notice?”

oh no. he absolutely didn’t.

“when did you do that?”

“the day after you gave them to me. i thought you would notice.” you mumble the last part quietly, suddenly feeling like it’s your fault.

precisely, you remember how you put seojun’s keys back in his jacket, which was hanging on his seat when he wasn’t around. taking the opportunity, you decided to quickly put them in there without having to face seojun for it, since you weren’t on good terms. 

all this time you wondered why the boy wouldn’t pick up his bike. it was standing there whole time, which made you believe that maybe he truly wanted to quit riding his motorcycle.

however, it turns out that he never noticed. how did the others find his keys, though? was it your fault? perhaps you should have simply handed them to him personally instead of being stubborn.

seojun sighs with frustration and runs his hand through his hair,

“how did they get them then?”

suddenly it all clicks. everything makes sense when you remember every detail from last night. with unease your eyes widen,

“the jacket you wore last night... it was the navy one, right?”

he thinks for a moment before nodding, waiting for you to continue.

“i put the keys in that one. maybe it slipped out while we were running?”

you glance around, not focusing on anything as you try to avoid his eyes. this doesn’t feel good at all.

a momentary look of discomfort crosses seojun’s face. he realizes that you’re possibly right and that he shouldn’t have accused you to do something like that. the fact that he already messed up by telling suho to stay away from you makes everything even worse. he feels guilty when he catches you looking around nervously. it’s not your fault.

right when he’s about to form words, two students run past him which causes him to stumble over his feet in shock. on the spur of the moment, his body is pressed on yours. at the sudden contact, you let out a small gasp when you notice that you’re stuck between him and the wall. one of his palms is still pressed against the wall behind you, while the other one holds on your shoulder to steady himself.

both of you look up at the same time, embarrassed by his sudden actions. when your eyes meet, your heart pounds against your ribs as if trying to reach thousand beats. it’s so intense that you internally pray for him not to hear it. his face is only a few centimetres away from yours which makes you freeze on spot. somehow you feel his breath on your cheek and you think you’re about to lose it. 

why are you so nervous suddenly?

why does his gaze make your heart beat so fast?

carefully, you study seojun’s face. his dark hair partly falls over his forehead, his eyes now relaxed, cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink.

in fact, seojun is blushing profusely. just like you, he’s taken aback by the closeness and can’t help but gaze into your eyes deeply. he too, feels strangely nervous, a little too nervous if truth be told.

after what seems like seconds, you can’t stand it anymore and forcefully hit his forehead with your head, which makes him stumble backwards.

probing the pained area, seojun winces, “what the hell?!”

“i-i told you i didn’t give them your keys!”, you decide to come up with that instead of showing how the boy effected you so easily,

“you always put the blame on me.” after mumbling that you rush back to the canteen in super speed, hoping for your poor heart to calm down.

seojun only watches you sprint away, unaware of how he made you feel. rubbing his forehead painfully, he shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts.

there’s no way. i should probably just see a doctor.

_

time passes quickly and finally the important day has come: the school trip. everyone from your grade was talking about the upcoming event the whole time, planing several games and activities. for you it seems nice too but since you’re avoiding seojun, which also automatically makes it harder to see chorong, you worry how you’re going to spend the whole time on your own. it’s a bummer that lee suho refused to join the trip. certainly, you attempted to convince your friend but unsuccessful. 

as soon as you arrive at the school gates, where everyone is already waiting with their suitcases, you feel uneasy. nearing the others, you concern about the fact that you’ll probably have to sit alone in the bus. yet, when you finally approach the others you spot suho standing next to soojin, sua and taehoon. instantly, a smile appears on your face and you greet them, adding that you’re happy for suho to join them. glancing around, it doesn’t take you long to see han seojun next to kim chorong. without looking at them for too long, you focus back on your other friend group with little uncertainty. 

one by one, students enter the bus after putting their suitcases into the bus trunk. for some reason you happen to be the last person to enter the bus. after putting your luggage into the trunk, you’re ready to go inside. yet, out of nowhere chorong appears in front of you with puppy eyes, begging for you to pack his snacks into your backpack, since his own is already full. not thinking about it too much, you agree and start placing them into your bag. chorong smiles with satisfaction and thanks you before his eyes check behind him. he winks at sua and gives her a sign after making sure you’re not paying attention to him.

sua then pushes her boyfriend and soojin inside when nobody is left, leaving chorong and you alone. eventually you manage to push in all the snacks into your bag. you’re surprised when you see that everyone is already in the bus and follow chorong inside as well. 

as soon as you enter, suho finds your eyes and waves at you, indicating that he saved you a seat next to him. happily, you nod and wait for the others in front of you to take their seats. 

you fail to notice chorong’s eyes widen when he stops in front of you, not allowing you to sit next to lee suho. sua understands the situation and slightly pushes kang soojin towards the empty seat next to suho. 

oh, well.

both of your friends exchange surprised looks. however, seconds later soojin smiles at the boy next to him, starting a conversation.

as a matter of fact, you feel upset. disappointed, you move on, eyes not leaving chorong’s back. who are you going to sit next to now? 

when the boy in front eventually arrives at the very back, you’re concerned. surprisingly, kim chorong takes the seat behind han seojun, leaving the last seat, which was next to seojun, for you.

han seojun doesn’t bother looking up, as he’s focused on his phone. clearing your throat, you request,

“chorong-ah, change seats with me.” 

“nah, i like this seat.” stubbornly, he crosses his arms across his chest, head leaning against the window with closed eyes.

the short conversation catches seojun’s attention and he looks up with curiosity. after taking a look at the filled seats his eyes land and you. he’s surprised when he notices that you have to take seat next to him.

letting out a quiet sigh, you give chorong one last glare before sitting next to seojun. this is either going to be really awkward or provoking.

of course, once again you don’t notice chorong peeking at the both of you before giving sua and taehoon a thumbs up, content that their plan worked successfully.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” taehoon whispers to his girlfriend,

“they look like they’ll throw hands at each other any moment.”

“ ah, don’t worry. they’ll make up sooner than you think.” sua takes a quick glimpse of you plugging in your earpods without exchanging any words with the boy next to you.

but sua was wrong.

half an hour already passes and you still haven’t spoken any word. although, there‘s a small desire of talking to you in seojun, he can‘t make himself form the right words. 

right when chorong is about to lose hope and fall asleep, something finally happens.

feeling tired from all the packing last night, you sense your eyelids getting heavier and you’re struggling to keep them open. nonetheless, you’re no longer able to do so and you fall asleep instantly.

out of the blue seojun feels your head resting on his shoulder. the boy is dumbstruck when his eyes widen, holding in his breath for a moment. his body shuts down and he doesn’t know how to react when his posture stiffens. besides that, he feels the skin on his shoulder tingle. 

seojun almost curses under his breath when his heart races once again. this time, there’s a fluttering in his stomach as well, causing him to go speechless. from the corner of his eye, he observes your expression. a slight frown forms on your face, hair covering parts of it, lips in a small pout. 

no matter what you do, you look so effortlessly... good. it doesn’t make a difference to him if you’re annoyed, confused, happy or simply tired. he always notices himself looking at you the same way, with adoring eyes. attempting to ignore it, he chose to tease you, not daring to ever show you. 

he knew he went to far and feels stupid for his actions. yet, why doesn’t he just apologize? perhaps he doesn’t want to accept the fact that you mean much more to him. perhaps he’s afraid he’ll never mean more to you.

still asleep, you unknowingly move your head closer to seojun’s chest, feeling more comfortable this way. after that, he feels your arm wrap around his torso, almost snuggling him.

the boy’s heart melts at the sight of you. although his heart feels like exploding, he doesn’t want to admit that he kinda enjoys the skin-ship with his you. right when he’s about to run his hand through your hair, the sound of a camera catches his attention.

he looks up to find sua taking a polaroid picture, chorong awing at the sight of his two friends sharing a moment.

“aw, you guys are so cute!” sua jumps up and down, while handing seojun the polaroid picture.

suddenly seojun gets aware of his surroundings and the situation he finds himself in. he blinks a few times before moving his shoulder purposely while coughing, making your head fall down in a swift move.

before it hits his lap, you open your eyes and rub them with a displeased expression,

“what happened?”, you ask with a low voice, completely clueless. 

“why- why do you fall asleep on my shoulder? that’s so uncomfortable. get a pillow or something!”

seojun stammers in the beginning, eyes not able to meet your tired ones. your friends sigh with annoyance and return to their seats, disappointed by seojun’s change in mood.

“sorry.” after rubbing your eyes, you steal a short glance at seojun. you’re slightly embarrassed and fix your hair while sitting up properly.

the boy only shrugs, quickly hiding the polaroid in the pocket inside of his jacket before you can see it.

seemingly, this trip is not going to be easy for han seojun.

little does he know, this was only the beginning of cupid chorong’s plan.

_

to be continued...

[shades-of-stony]

ABO Stony AUs!

Celestial Navigation by  sabrecmc

Summary:  18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

Note: Does it need any explanation? This fic is an all time classic and favorite in the Stony fandom!

Object: Matrimony by BladeoftheNebula

Summary: Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there..

- A Mail Order Bride AU -

Note: A 10/10! This has all the splendid elements of ABO with an added twist of a West setting and time! 

 The Team Omega by AngeNoir for PhenomenalAsterisk

Summary:  Steve Rogers is thawed, stressed, and not quite sure what Director Fury wants with him. Giving him a unit of all alphas, even if most of them Steve had fought alongside when the alien menace had nearly wiped out the entire city of New York... The thing is, more than four alphas wouldn't work in a unit with one another, not for long. Everyone knew that. Steve knew that, intimately, with the Howling Commandos.

Which was why Director Fury had, apparently, assigned them an omega.

Frustrated at the inability to even choose his team, let alone choose the omega that was supposed to keep the peace between everyone, Steve storms back to his unit's assigned quarters. There, he meets Tony Stark, grandchild of Howard Stark, clearly unhappy with his position and just as clearly unwilling to break contract with the U.S. military complex. So why was someone like Anthony Stark here, in Steve's charge?

And how could Steve even act upon his genuine attraction, with the power imbalance clearly in place?

Note: I admit, this has one of the best takes on ABO I read in a while! It’s a good read!

 If You Love Me I'll Love You Too by Carsonian

Summary: Starrk hands Steven a knife, leatherbound and strong, to fulfill the rite. The Alpha must go first. Steven takes Anthony’s hand, slices a clean line across the palm.

“And in the sharing of blood, I am become yours.” Steven recites.

Anthony takes the knife and returns the favour.

“And in the sharing of blood,” He looks up, eyes dark and unfathomable, “I am become yours.”

Note: A well-written ABO Stony fanfic with a dash of arranged marriage and Middle Ages (though the time period wasn’t exactly specified). It takes on how Steve and Tony navigates through their forced marriage and how they learn to care for each other!

Tribute Given, Treasure Gained by sphagnum

Summary: “Steve,” the Captain said, hand over his chest.

Tony licked his lips. Was he supposed to give his name, or remain silent until he was asked a direct question? The Captain--Steve, apparently--already knew his name, he had to, it had been included on the settlement he and Stane had signed. Was this a test? Time was passing and Steve was still waiting with his hand on his chest but Tony had to figure out the right answer fast or when Steve moved he might--“

Tony,” he blurted.

“Tony,” Steve repeated. He hadn’t come any closer. He said something short that might have been pleased to meet you or you look good on your knees. Tony had no way of knowing and he wasn’t going to risk echoing it. He kept quiet. See, Howard? I do know how to shut up when my life depends on it.

Note: A nice ABO with Warlord!Steve! This is a great read, with the steamy smut on the end being a nice cherry on top!

While We Pretend to Sleep by Typo66

Summary:  Tony pretends to be an alpha. Then he forgets he had been pretending. One thing he remembers is Steve. Steve tries to help out in his old fashioned, ethically strict way. Tony likes making big gestures. He has never been subtle.

Note: Another Stony classic! This is a great take on ‘Tony denying his nature’! A deifinite 10/10 read!

Rockabye by BladeoftheNebula

Summary: Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Note: A fun read where Firefighter!Steve lend a hand to pregnant Tony! It also takes place in a Small Town kind of setting, which is an added bonus!

In the middle of the night by defenceless_stark

Summary:  In the past, alphas used to only mate with other alphas and maybe the occasional beta or delta. Omegas were seen as useless and scum to alphas. Omegas would only stay in a pack if they could keep up and they were only protected if they were the head alpha’s offspring. Over time, alphas soon discovered that omegas were useful for producing offspring, due to their high fertility rates and weaker genes, so, in most cases, only the alpha’s genes will pass on. Alphas soon evolved to an omega’s scent, making them possessive and dominant over omegas which led to an increase in abuse and mistreatment. Steven Rogers was expected to be an omega, but much to everyone’s to surprise, he was an alpha.

Anthony Stark was expected to be an alpha, but much to his father’s disappointment, he was an omega.

Like any omega, Tony had his fair share of omega abuse and harassment. But unlike any other omega, he wasn’t one to sit around and take it.

Note: If you are avid ABO fan, this is a Stony fanfic that you wouldn’t want to miss! 

In A Rut by rougewinter

“You don’t have to do this, Tony.” Pepper said as she tightened her white knuckled grip on the clipboard in her arms. “I’m sure we can find someone else.”

“Yes. I do.” Tony said, surprised that his voice came out steadier than he expected.

Or the one where Steve goes into an Alpha Rut and Tony is the only one who can help.

Note: A short but sweet-well, not sweet since it has that dose of great smut! make sure to check it’s sequel where Tony is in heat! (Heat Up by rougewinter for avengemehamlet)

Please don’t (give me what I want) by masterlokisev159

Summary: After the events in Siberia, a new law is declared and Steve and Tony's newly reformed relationship is torn to pieces.

Then Tony goes into heat. And Steve is adamant to save it.

A post-civil war story where Tony is put in a position where he cannot consent to anything at all. Steve, the strongest alpha of all time, is furious.

Note: For those Stony shippers that wants a bit of angst! 

Perfect Man for the Job by Ilearnedtoreadforthis

Summary: After his ordeal in Afghanistan, omega Tony creates the Stark Housing Initiative: Executive Level Development (or S.H.I.E.L.D., for short) to provide housing to returning veterans. When alpha Steve Rogers applies to manage S.H.I.E.L.D., it turns Tony's life upside down.

Note: This is a cute employee/boss story with a dash of ABO! 

World Acclimation by Del_Rion

Summary:  When an unexplained phenomenon washes over the entire planet, the Avengers are left to struggle along with the rest of the population. Chains of command, relationships and friendships alike are put to the test as new biological imperatives take hold, and only one thing is certain: the world will never be the same.

Note: This is one of my favorites! It has a unique take on ABO that I don’t see often. And well, Am still hoping for the next installment. Though, read the tags carefully!

You Are Not Broken, Just Bent. by NazakiSama166

Summary: He won't break!

No matter how much he was tortured, no matter how much he was beaten, starved, threatened... He won't, he won't, he won't!

Until he did...

--- When Shield uncovers a hidden sub-basement in the house of Obadiah Stane, they find a tortured omega and his pup. Everything went down the drain when that Omega turned out to be Tony Stark, Howard Stark's son that went missing six years ago.

Note: Anyone in the mood for angst?

WIP: 

Finding Pack by Naferty

Summary: In a world where pack means everything from status to fame to survival and to family, newly pack-less Tony Stark is trying to survive after those he once trusted betrayed him, and starting over by searching for a new pack to take him in, but with his age and status weighing heavily on his shoulders finding someone to take a chance on him might be easier said than done.

What pack wanted an old infertile omega in their ranks? Certainly not the famous Avengers pack led by the equally famous Captain.

Note: This is a bit of a slow burn Stony fanfic that ticks all ABO boxes! It’s an all-time-favorite and classic! 

Secrets Don't Make Friends by sayah1112

Summary: Tony Stark has a secret. Several, in fact. Outed to the world as an Omega, he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. His only hope at salvation rests upon the strong shoulders of a certain Captain Steven Rogers. The problem? Rogers hates his guts.

Note: Another favorite of mine! This is a great hurt/comfort fanfic centered on stony!

This is just part 1 guys! I’m kind of a big fan of ABO so I have a few more to recommend!

[selinakidreams]

hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse ‘s Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyone’s work, there’s so many delicious pieces to choose from.

without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here

pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)

warnings: she’s WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs

a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and 🥺🥺 you guys seriously mean the world to me.

tag list: @hiddenbluee​ @undersero @sawam0chi

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,” you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam. 

You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, “You think you’re so funny,” she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order. 

“I do, I really do,” you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machine’s steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you. 

You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasn’t just for the unique taste. 

When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation… almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.

As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shop’s entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one. 

You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where you’ve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.

Accustomed to ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, “.. You look really familiar.” as he tried to place the face.  

“You know, I was thinking the same thing...” you trailed off. 

After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive “it'll probably come to me in the middle of my next class…” before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.

“Ahh… can I get…” he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, “uhh a… hot latte please?”

While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze. 

“Did I forget something...?” Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, “Oh, duh, I forgot the size!” A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest  felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. “Could I get a large please?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.“Will that be all for you today?” looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, “Tempted?”

“One way or another, yea,” he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart.  

“Well luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.”

He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, “Well which is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Hmm… Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.`` 

“You really know how to sell a guy… That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?” the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. He’s a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.

“You want me to warm it up for you?”

“Sure!”

Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around. 

You voiced his total with a soft smile, “Cash or card?”

“Card. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?” 

Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.

“Yea!” you squeak before clearing your throat, “Yea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!”

You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.

Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks. 

You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it. 

“Sero!” he said quickly, “Sero Hanta. That’s my name.” 

You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, “I’ll be sure to remember it… Sero.” 

The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.

“Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?” you shout, asking the newly present night shift as you’re halfway out the door. 

“No no, we got it,” both your coworkers chime, “just hurry up and get to class!” one of them adds. 

Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.

The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts. 

The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.

As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling. 

Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.

He was really attractive… where had you seen him before?

You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Sero’s face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied. 

Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.

Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name. 

“So, I just wanted to clarify,” your ears perk up at the voice, “The article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women… but I feel like there is a new wave of um… feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come… first.” He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with. 

You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first. 

What a gentleman.

“Thank you for your… input … mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, it’s actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next class’s date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!”

While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor? 

Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, “It’s alright, it’s alright!”

You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone. 

Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. “So this is where I know you from!” He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable. 

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“Hey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?” You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood. 

Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him. 

“I just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If that’s cool,” he said to you, flattening his shirt down, “and maybe get a coffee.”

Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, “in that order?”

The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, “okay Sero, what could I get you to drink?”

He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?” you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter. 

After clocking out, you’re met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in sero’s eyes. 

“The coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like it’s so much more than just a simple latte.” 

You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you don’t add any magical properties to. 

“I make it with kindness.” You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.

“So mister Hanta… have you been stalking me?” 

His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, “N-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift that’s before our class.”

“Hmmm… So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?”

“Well, luckily you were there, so I guess we’ll never know the answer.”

After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.

The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.

Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, “Hey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?”

He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words. 

“Honestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one person’s views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.”

While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale. 

“I’m sorry-” he choked out as he grabbed his chest, “your face just-” he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.

Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it weren’t for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up. 

As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout. 

“So what's the real answer, then?”

He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, “whaddya mean?”

“You're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?”

“Oh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like ‘i just wanna learn more about sex so i could be better’, hm?” he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.

You rolled your eyes in return, “not necessarily, that was just a really… refreshing… answer.”

By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.

The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.

“So I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number… I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fast…?” he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill. 

“I wouldn't have thought it was too fast.” you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.

It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.

You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.

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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements. 

“So you want our first project meeting… at a coffee shop?” you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.

“I thought it would be very symbolic.”

A snort greeted both of your guy’s ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Anyway, so the project.”  Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.

“Right,” he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“So the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex life…” the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadn’t faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch. 

“Well, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like it’s common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when you’re with a partner…” he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, “you should make sure they cum at least once before doing… whatever you two.. had.. planned on… doing.” Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. 

Oh fuck. 

You felt yourself throb. 

“Y-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.” 

It’s almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” before deciding to drop it and move on.

He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “You guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet… I'm here longing for your coffee.” you snort once again.

After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.

It was really cute seeing Hanta’s eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.

With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, there’s no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed. 

When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.

No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; It’d be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks… then you’ll tell him.

But he hadn't so far.

Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about people’s orgasms. 

Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.

Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host “tea time” in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you. 

Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you. 

“You get the same thing everytime we’re together… why?” 

He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, “I get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.” 

“You never… wanna try anything new?”

“Is there something in particular you want me to try?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.

“Well no, not necessarily…”

“Well then how about you give me a recommendation? What’s a drink you think I would love?” 

This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink he’d appreciate the most. Something warm… something reflecting how you feel about him.

“I think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really… cozy.”

“Okay, I'll try it the next time I go.” 

And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmother’s porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).

He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

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 “So,” you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guy’s lower halves sit diagonal from each other.

“So.”

“Everything is practically done, I just wanted to… call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.”

“Very reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop… so I’m pretty sure it's good.”

“Well it’s due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but… there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, I’m trying to save your reputation.” he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, “Oh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just… have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?” you didn't even wait for him to speak, “exactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.” You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest. 

Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, “we got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!” his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, “that's neither here nor there.” you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.

“Okay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,” he jested along and gave you a slight bow.

After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again. 

“So… I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.” Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. “I have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?”

Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just… had to know. 

Let it be known, messing with love potions wasn’t your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.

Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same. 

It’s surely gone cold by now but that wasn’t going to stop you. “Oh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.” You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp. 

The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips. 

A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body. 

He likes you.

While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back. 

“Is there liquor in that?” He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.

You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It might’ve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didn’t care. Sero Hanta… likes you. 

Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can I uh.. can I try your drink?” He says, face red with blush. 

As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.

 He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his. 

It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly he’s kissing you. Almost hesitantly. 

He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it. 

Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body. 

Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you… but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic. 

Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know you’ll never get enough of. 

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The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. “Hanta,” you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling. 

You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox. 

“What are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.” You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.

“You know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?” He quietly moaned. 

Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.

“Hanta you weren’t supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!” You giggle again. 

A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guys’ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your mother’s familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.

 “I know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now I’m hard and I need you.” he spoke lowly. 

This was going to be fun. 

The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, “What is it you want to taste first, Hanta?”

“How badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?”

“Wanna fill me up?”

By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.

“Fuck-” he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch. 

Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.

“Look at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.” 

You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. “Oh, you like when I say things like that?”

“H-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.

He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, he’d tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name. 

“‘M gonna cum Hanta, hh-” you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.

Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, “you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.

“Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.” he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. “You want that, pretty? Use your words.” he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.

“Yes please Hanta!” you whine, “wanna feel stuffed b’cause of your cum. Please fill me up--” you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance. 

Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, “shit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?” he moans out. 

Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, “yes!”

With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-” he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.

You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!” he choked out. 

You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, “fill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!”

You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.

His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you. 

You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and that’s what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy. 

He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.

Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, “what if… I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..” 

What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him. 

“I put a spell on you… and now you're mine…” you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.

Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.