#this started out as a joke but turned out surprisingly nice...

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Commander Tartar stimboard

but it's a bunch glowsticks being shredded in a blender

[totemstones]

Can I Check The Microphone, Please?

(Somi x Male Reader)

Tags : Old-Young, Daddy Kink, Handjob, Blowjob, Titjob, Fingering, Dirty talk, Degradation, Multiple Cums

Length : 3.6K words

You’re a 49-year-old experienced sound engineer who just turned into ‘Chief Sound Officer’ for your team a few years now. Your work is managed and controls your team about the audio and sound, especially in concert or event, handling on-site sound reinforcement.

One day, your team got hired by a concert promoter, they hired your team to control the audio and live sound for their big K-Pop festival, including many K-Pop groups and soloists. This might be your team’s biggest event in your 8 years’ experience. Your team accepts to do it without hesitation, because the half of your team have been K-Pop fans for a while, including you, since you always saw your workers watched K-pop performances and you found it great.

You have been nervous yet excited for a whole week, since the day when your team picked up that call.

When the day arrives, you ride to the location in the morning, a few hours earlier than anyone. You start setting up the sound control zone, to make your teammates work easier, so when your team arrives, you can let them do it on their own and you hope the festival goes well.

Your team made it at noon to do their roles. Luckily, you have a flawless team who barely make mistakes.

‘Yeah, that’s probably my biggest work to date.’ - you talking to yourself

So, it means that you now have time to rest after being tired from waking up and coming early. Now you feel asleep in your team’s room

‘I gotta see a few performa-‘ you talked to yourself, but you start to fall asleep due to being tired.

You suddenly woke up and started to hear the voices of people talking around your room. You find out that K-Pop artists and their managers also arrived at the festival too.

‘Oh shit, they arrive?’ - you questioning

You start to seeing many shadows and hearing many voices outside the windows, might be the artists who start entering their room to rest and wait for their showtime.

As a K-Pop fan, you still didn’t believe it. You’re now close to K-Pop artists more than any fans in the festival, only 1 aisle away from your room.

You woke up at 6:30PM. You look at your phone and start to shock.

‘Oh! I slept too long. I hope I’m not get any missed calls, messages or knocks from my teammates’ - saying with nervousness

Luckily again, you didn’t miss anything from your team.

‘Phew, Okay, I really formed a great team’ - you proudly saying it

Even at the big event, your team manage to doing great on their work.

‘I hope i will get a bonus or gift or any reward after this’ - you joking

At that moment, you hear a knock at the door.

‘Hello, Anyone’s in there?’

Someone just knocks at the door, you confuse. It’s either your teammates or someone you don’t know and randomly knocking. So, you answer to the voice at the door.

‘Yes, Are you sure you’re knocking on the right room?’

‘This is the sound team room, right? I have some issue with my microphone.’

‘Ah, yes, I’m coming!’

You stand up and run to the door to open it

‘Hi, I’m chief sound offic-, Oh! You’re Somi, right?’ - you surprisingly asking her

‘Yeah, I’m Somi. Nice to meet you’ - she says it and shake your hand

‘Y- Yeah, Nice to meet you too’ - you shake her hand and show your nervousness expression

‘U-uh, so, what’s the problem?, Did anything wro-wrong with your microphone?’

‘So, i have some issue about my microphone. I think it’s broken, and i want to change it. Then I went to find the sound team. And they told me to go to their room at backstage to change it, and they led me here’ - she explaining how she got here

‘Oh, Okay, I will change it for you. So, please come in the room first’ - you inviting her to come in

‘Thank You’ - Somi says it with pleasure

You’ve turn your back, but you see a little gaze from her eyes at a few seconds before you turn your head back. It feels like her eyes went look up and down, you think she tries to tell you something. But you didn’t think about it and go to your team’s rack, where your team have kept spare microphones.

You’ve tried every microphones as much as you have, plug it into the speaker and test it, to find the best one to give her. The room was silent, only the signal noise from the speaker. You’ve tried so many microphones, but you start to be aware that Somi will perform late. So, you decide to talk to her to break the silence.

‘So, how many minutes you have left before you perform?’ - you concernedly asking her

‘30 minutes, but that’s fine, don’t worry. I handle it professionally’ - she answers

‘Oh, okay, I guess you’ve been in the industry for a long time, right?’

‘How you know about that?’

‘I ain’t gonna lie. I’ve been a fan of K-Pop for a while now, and i’ve been knowing about you and your ex-group. And you know what? My bias is you, that’s why I know you’

‘Oh, you’re a fan of me???’

‘Yeah, i like you because of your talents, and especially your hard-working’ - you’ve just praising the girl in front of you, and yap about how you like her

‘Oh, thanks for those kind words’

And then, she starts to stand up and walk towards to you, but you don’t recognize it because you’re busy and trying to finding the best one. Once you start to notice something behind you. You turn your back, and you see Somi being closer to you.

‘Ah! You scare me!’

‘Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want to see it.’

It looks like Somi was looking for something. You start to get nervous, realizing how closer she is.

‘Can you teach me how to tell that which one are the best?’ – she asks

‘Uh- Uhh, you can’t tell by looking at it without plug into the speaker’ – you answering

‘Oh, Interesting’

And then she starts to touch your arms and slide to your back, then her hands start to roam around your chest, from belly to your belt, and goes down to your zipper.

‘So, I’ve been wondering. Is your microphone the best when its plug it in me’ – she starts to talk dirty

‘Hey! What are you doing!, My teammates will find out’

‘And? Just show them how I treat- I mean test the mic that good’

She starts to take off your belt and unzip your pant and pull down. Your 7-inches cock spring out when she also pulls down your underwear. And she start to reach your cock and start rubbing it.

‘Well, my favorite size, measuring it from behind. I guess it will fit’

She enjoys rubbing you with both of her hands, her forefinger can’t touch her thumb because of how big you are. You try not to moan because it will show that you really love how great rhythm of her handjob.

Somi sneaky to sees your non-reaction, face with no feelings. So, Somi have to try another way.

‘Awww, Am I not testing microphone good enough Daddy? I’ll try another way’

You start to think that she will do something that you were thinking, and you were right. She start to take off her clothes beside you, now you can see her tits and pussy clearly. She kneel on both her knees and moves to the space between you and the team’s rack. You try not to look down on her face, start to avoid looking at her face.

‘Daddy, are you allow me to test another way?’ – She asks

You love how she says the word ‘Daddy’ and how flirty yet slutty she looks, even your cock overlaying half of her face. And you hold your life out try not to answer her, but you can’t hold it. Your face starts to respond to her, your head nodding and she suddenly see it. You have realize that you’ve made a mistake.

‘I’ll take it as acceptance Daddy, I want to see your pre-performance before you plug it in me. And I’ll show you that i can handle it professionally’

She takes your slightly-properly-size cock into her mouth. Her slippery lip shows that she had prepared with saliva before. Inside of her mouth was warmth and moisty, with her tongue as the soft pad that support your cock.

You can’t hold it anymore. You start to move your hip a little and trying to match her rhythm, you can’t stand still. You start to shift your body closer to her to easily surprisedly deepthroat her, but she saw it and knows what you gonna do. Then she takes your cock out of her mouth. Your heart dropping, thought she aware it and it will make her mad.

‘I know what you’re about to do Daddy, don’t think I’m that dumb. Anyways, i’ll help you like how you help me, time for exchange’

You feel relieve that she isn’t mad. And since she already knew what you were about to do. She also moves closer to you and helps your secret objective that’s not secret anymore.

You and Somi starts to match each other freak and rhythm and get more sloppy. You’re now openly show how you enjoyable fucking her face. You firmly grab her head, wring her cheeks to jawline, pull her hair and move her head faster. She also looking up to you, and now you can look down to her without offending.

‘I’m not gonna hold it anymore, bitch. Look at your face while sucking cock is the experience that anyone will never get in their entire life. I guess I’m not that lucky, or someone sent me a gift. It’s just a dirty bitch who hide her pervert side to her fans. Imagine if they know about this, acting like a whore for the guy who just met. Now you look like a mess prostitute, your make-up is fuck up. I feel bad for your make up artist, they have to put more make up before the show because the girl just horny and got fucked rawly. But it can’t solve how mess you look’

‘Damn, you kinda love me now Daddy. You didn’t look like the guy who comfortably welcomed me into the room, passed a chair to me, being kind to me, doing his job to me. Look at you too Daddy, being rough and raw for girl who just met, and lying to girl, saying that he didn’t feel anything. Daddy wasn’t look alike a guy who i just met minutes ago, but i feels like we’ve been fuck before. I wish i met you before’

You both start to talk dirty; you and Somi’s faces turn red, it show how you each other like their compliments.

Her saliva drips down to the floor, her raw, sloppy and consistently blowjob was the most insanely blowjob you’ve ever got. You fuck her mouth for 7 minutes.

Now you feel like your orgasm about to come soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now, take this shit and it will shock you. Your cum-dump face is so fuckable’

‘Show it then Daddy. Fuck my face roughly and I hope your cum will shock me’

You are cupping her face to match the shape of your cock to make you feel like you fuck the tight pussy, the elements of her mouth is so perfect. You had deepthroat her a couple time.

You pull your dick out of her pussy-lookalike mouth and cumming all on her face, paint her face with your seed. Then she lets your white seed running all over her eyes, nose, lip and mouth. Some flows running under her neck through her cleavage, and the others drop down on the floor. Her face now covering in white, she starts to lick her lip and wipe her face to taste your seed.

‘Plenty amount & Delicious. You fuck my mouth so good. No one never done that to me, love how rough and raw you are.’

‘Yeah, me too, that shit was intense as hell.’ - You softly talking

Both of you rest for a couple minutes. And then you see her cleavage has your cum flows through her belly, and you find it sexy. Your cock starts to get erect again; she also saw your cock starts to rise again.

‘My cum behind your cleavage is so hot honestly. If you mind me to fu-‘

‘I know what you want Daddy even though we just met. But i can predict that you want my boobs squeezing on your cock. And I guess you’ve been looked at my boobs since the door was opened’ – She covering your mouth

‘Yeah, I guess the secret is open now’

You stand up and grab her boobs and place your cook in between.

You had changed your opinion when you start touching it. Her softest spot now is her boobs.

‘Your milks soft as hell. How cow-slut still got milks this soft’

‘I prepare them everyday Daddy. I do it because i hope someone who fuck me good will praise it’

‘So, am I good enough?’

‘I don’t know, you just praise my titties, but you never fuck me’

‘So if I fuck you now, am I pass?’

‘Based on your dirty and raw shit on first round. I guess you will’

You start to fold you own lip, the reaction of enjoyness

‘Why you fold your lips? Did you really love my titties that much?’

‘Yeah. I saw one of my worker had watched your performance, and i can’t stop focus on your bouncing titties. I try to avoid, but your big jiggly milks make me keep watching it. I often watch your fancam when i’m alone, it usually drives me a lot when you shake your body. And now i have a chance to do better than looking.’

‘But Daddy said you love my talents and my hard-working’

‘Ah, that’s the one, but your tits are OUTSTANDING talents’

‘Damn Daddy, you actually hold it’

You start to pacing your hip faster, used your previous cum as lube. Your cock hitting her throat everytime you thrusting.

‘Damn, Daddy’s dick hitting my throat both in and out, love how delivering it is.’

You have pull your cock and paint to her boobs, your glan rubbing her pinky titties

‘You still cum a lot, I love it’

She grabs your post-blasted cock to wipe more seed and swallow.

‘Ah yeah, still tasteful, no loss of flavor’

‘So now, Are you ready to get some fuck, slut?’

‘I guess so Daddy’

Before both of you try to fuck for the first time. Knocking from the door just destroys the atmosphere.

‘Hello, Is Somi still in there?’ - your teammate asking

That’s the voice of your teammate, you recognize it.

‘Y- Yeah, she’s here. But don’t open it yet, let me finish my job here’

You both clean the mess around, prepare before your teammate comes in.

‘That’s sad, i hope we fuck before this’

‘Don’t regret it Daddy, that shit was crazy. I hope we see each other more after this. You really impressed me a lot even without getting your dick in yet. You will impress more if my pussy devours you. But i really want you Daddy. So, if Daddy don’t mind, let’s do some quickie fingering’

‘Aight, bet’

Somi takes off her safety short after she just finish wearing it, to make a quickie fingering with you.

‘You’re really really true slut, take off those pant to get fingered’

‘I actually want it Daddy, don’t mad at me’

‘Daddy won’t mad if the pussy's good’

You take 2 fingers to caress her lips, moving up and down slowly but play more on her clit. Your movement makes Somi moans.

‘Ah, Daddy, it make me f- ah feel so g- ood, you can going hard- er on m- e, destr- oy my pussy’

‘I didn’t moan out before you sucked me. But now i just start fingering you, and you’re already moan. This slut can’t hold it longer. It’s time for Daddy to teach some lesson.’

You start to stuck your fingers into her pussy and going in and out, and other hand crushing her clit like what she desired.

‘Oh my god, your fingers fuck me so good. I can’t wait long enough to get your dick in mine’

‘Slut really can’t be wait. Even though you know that my teammate is here, waiting you to meet her. But you still horny and begged me to finger you’

You quickly fingering her. Her body now intensely shaking more than Vibrator, and looks like she about to cum soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now Daddy, thanks you for everything today, i will never forget this moment’

‘Slut like you will forget it’

‘Noooooo, i’m not forgetting the raw, roughly, degrading moment like this Daddy, you’re really great’

You still continuing the pace until her body trembling and her face relieving. Her pussy is so red, cause by your hand slapping her. That strong quickie caused her to squirt all over the floor.

You both take their pant on and have to clean the mess again.

‘Ok, i hope we will meet again and fuck soon’

‘So, Am i good enough at checking the microphone?’ - Somi asks

‘Definitely’

Somi fixing her hair, but still look messy, just trying her best not to look like she had been doing something before. She opens the door and see your teammate stands in front of the room.

‘Hi, Somi. Your showtime was near but i can’t find you anywhere, so i asked my friends. They say you had went to our room’

‘Oh!, i’m sorry to make you worry. My microphone just broken, so i went to find a spare one. And i already found ‘the best one’. I’m so sorry for being late’

‘Gwench-, i mean, that’s fine. You still have some time. Anyways, Can i take a photo with you?’

‘Yeah, sure!’

Your teammate grabs her phone and try to selfie. You trying to get in the frame, but your teammate don’t want you to be in.

‘Hey boss, i just want to selfie with her, not you!’

‘Alright, fine’

‘Nah, let him in. It would be perfect!’

She allows you to get in the frame because Somi gives you a chance. So you decide to clench her silky and big butt. Somi feeling it, she does a little tiptoe and press her lip.

‘Thank you Somi, I will led you to the preparation zone before the show starts’

‘Ok, thank you’

Your worker leads her, but she not following her yet. She choose to whispering to your ear.

‘I hope your butt clenching is the pinky promise, because i’ll let you destroy my asshole when we meet again’

And you whispering her back.

‘I will, see you again’

Then she walk after and turn her back to give you a wave and you wave her back.

You come back to your room and clean the mess that still left.

5 minutes later. The same teammate who led Somi to stage just came back. She decided to ask you something.

‘Boss, Why Somi take her time so long? Does anything bad happens?’

‘No, i tried my best to give the best one for her’

‘Really? Me and my friends was truly worried that she will perform late’

‘Yeah, nothing bad happens’

‘Alright, Do you want to see her show?’

‘Definitely’

You turn off everything, includes the speaker. And went to watch her show after things just happen.

Crowd start to gathering to watch Somi’s performance. When Somi shows herself, the crowd are going crazy and screaming for her. Your zone is closer than VIPs, as the Staff’s zone.

When you watch her fully expression face. You can’t stop thinking about the moment.

When she does interact with everyone. You were the first one to get her attention. She shaking your hand and smiling at you, while singing her line on ‘Ice Cream’

‘Come and get if you wanna. Yeah, I’m like Ice Cream (Ah yeah ah yeah) Got you wishing you could. You can try me (Ah yeah ah yeah) Only if you’ve been good.’

The way she say ‘Ah yeah’ sounds like when she moans after tasting your seed after her titjob, like she trying to remind you the moment.

You get more attention than anyone, some people in the crowd start looking at you. It also makes your teammate start wondering.

‘Damn boss, you really get her attention. You really helped her good’

‘For sure, i treat- i mean i helped her good’

End Credit :

After show ends, you came back to your room to pack up. Suddenly, the knock just happens again. You open and think Somi is coming back.

‘Hi agai-, Oh hello, who are you?’

‘I’m Somi’s Assistant Manager. She wants you and your team’s contacts for her future work’

‘Okay’

You give both contacts to her helper.

‘Thank you’

And then he left after you gave him.

A few hours later, Your phone shaking, and you see 5 messages from anonymous account.

‘I won't forget you Daddy’

‘Meet me again’

‘At my solo album showcase’

‘I miss your dick already’

‘Daddy’

Editor Note :

At first it was Natty, but then i found the TikTok search ‘Somi and Melody Marks’, so i changed to Somi after that, and I think it might more fit.

- totemstones

[luxcuriousao3]

Not-So-Creepy Landlord König

Word Count: 1484 Warnings: none Notes: He's just really, really awkward, okay? Go easy on him.

You were convinced your landlord was going to murder you.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was the most massive man you’d ever seen—nearly seven feet tall and with shoulders that spanned the breadth of a fridge—nor was it the fact that his face was heavily scarred. It wasn’t even his awkward attempts at conversation.

No, it was the highly suspicious circumstances in which you were renting your apartment that had you so convinced your grisly death was lurking on the horizon.

You’d found the place on Craigslist—yeah, the red flags were abundant from the beginning, but desperation had you grimacing while strolling right past them—and it had seemed like an answer to your prayers. Two bedroom apartment, small but not cramped, fully furnished, in a nice, safe neighborhood, and best of all, significantly below budget. You weren't even too put off by the listing stating that it was for women only, soothed by the fact that one of the rooms was already being rented by a girl, and she was only comfortable with female roommates. The little profile picture was of a girl, too, and any lingering doubts disappeared. Clearly, she was just looking for someone to split rent with—maybe even desperate herself, considering that she had to be fronting more than half of it. You sent a message and arranged a meeting with her, sure that all was right in the world.

All was not right in the world.

Turned out, the poster wasn't your roommate—instead it was the renter of the room you'd be taking over. The phone number she’d listed in the post belonged to the landlord, and he hadn’t seen fit to warn you that you were talking to a giant of a man and not the petite blonde in the profile picture.

You should’ve turned around and ran right then. But the allure of an in-unit washer and dryer was too strong. It was the promise that all utilities—including electricity—were included in the already dirt cheap rent that sealed the deal, though. Even learning that your landlord—König, he told you to call him in a voice that was surprisingly high pitched for such a big guy—kept some of his personal items stored in your apartment, and would occasionally just pop in to grab them, didn't stop you from making a terrible decision.

(“That’s weird, right?” You asked your best friend, who was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, that's weird! And you signed a lease with him?”

“About that… technically, there’s no lease…”)

And yeah, it was fishy as hell that he didn't have you sign a lease. But the view! It was so distracting, such thoughts just slipped right out of your mind.

Unfortunately, the view wasn't going to save you from ending up on the six o'clock news.

(“So,” you began once the tour of the apartment had ended, craning your neck to look into the eyes of your potential new landlord. Or you would have, if he didn't stare pointedly at a spot just over your shoulder. You chose to ignore that. “I have to ask. Why is the rent so low? Any ghosts I should know about?”

Your landlord—König, you reminded yourself—didn’t so much as smile, and you tried not to wince at your joke falling flat.

“Helping vulnerable, young girls is important to me,” he said, and you gave a full body shudder. “It is my atonement.”

“Besides,” he continued while you mentally mapped the quickest route back to the nearest exit. “I grew up in that flat. I do not wish to see it destroyed by some careless dumkopf with a hammer and too much grey paint.”)

In the end, you’d forked over the euros, and less than a week later, you were fully moved into your new apartment. You locked your bedroom door every night, just in case. You never ate any unsealed foods. You counted your bras and panties every day, and when you noticed your pretty, silk pair was missing, you called off work and started packing then and there.

When you found them in the dryer that night, you realized that you might have, possibly, maybe overreacted.

König hadn’t actually done anything worthy of suspicion. It was just the circumstances and his general vibe that had you on edge. Which wasn’t really fair to him, you knew, and even kind of mean. But you couldn’t help it. Better safe than sorry, and all that.

Because God, but he was just so weird.

Every time you saw each other—which was often, considering that he lived in the apartment above you—he stopped in his tracks, hunched his shoulders, and asked how you liked the apartment, all while refusing to look at you. And every time, you told him it was great, silently counting the seconds until you could get away. He would respond with a random memory about his childhood—”My Oma once started a fire in the kitchen, that is why the curtains are so short. I had to cut off the burnt edges.”—and then leave before you could react to it. It was so baffling it almost pissed you off.

Then he started memorizing your schedule.

Well, you couldn’t say for sure that that was the case, but it certainly seemed like it. Every Monday morning before work, you would go grocery shopping, and when you got home, König was conveniently sweeping the lobby. As always, he stopped what he was doing, asked after the apartment, and dropped another tidbit of landlord lore—but this time, he didn’t immediately run away after. Instead, he plucked the grocery bags from your aching fingers—yeah, you definitely needed to invest in one of those folding cart thingies—and walked up the stairs, ridiculously long legs taking them two at a time. You blinked, confused by what just happened, and then scurried after him. But by the time you got to your door, he was gone, and your groceries were sitting innocently in front of it.

It became a routine. One you didn’t know how to stop. You weren’t even sure you wanted it to stop—it was ultimately harmless, after all, and really quite helpful. But you were still wary of him, and you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about your intentions. The last thing you needed was your landlord kicking you out (or killing you) because he thought you were stringing him along.

But as the weeks passed by and the dreaded date offer-slash-murder never came, you slowly began to relax. You stopped locking your door at night and counting your sets of underwear. You started eating from containers of food that had already been opened. And tonight, you even brought a guy home for the first time since moving in.

Before he could so much as get his cock out, though, there was a loud, insistent knocking at your door. You ignored it, and told your date to as well.

Fatal mistake.

The door opened, and in walked König. You shrieked, hands flying up to cover your bare chest—which was where his wide, guileless gaze had landed. Figures, the first time he properly looked at you was to stare at your tits—and your date stood up in front of you protectively… only to throw his hands up in a non threatening gesture and start blubbering apologies the second he saw König.

“Oh fuck, man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, oh fuck, please don’t kill me, I swear I didn’t know—”

König didn’t answer, having torn his gaze away from your hastily covered breasts to stare resolutely at the wall, his pale, scarred face now a bright red. Your date looked about ready to leap from the second story window rather than try to get around the mammoth of a man standing in your doorway, and you grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back down onto the couch.

“Get out!” You shouted at your landlord—and yeah, you could worry about whether that was going to get you evicted later—and König jolted before doing exactly that, the door closing behind him with a slam.

Nothing you said could convince your date to stay. He fled your apartment like he had a warrant out for his arrest, and you were once again left in the lurch. One angry wank later, and you went to bed, miserable and furious.

You woke up the next morning to an envelope slipped under your door. Inside was a note and several one hundred euro bills.

Fraulein, I am very sorry for last night. I called to tell you I was coming to get some of my things, but when you did not answer, I thought you were not home. I have returned half your rent from last month. Please forgive me. König

For a red flag, the cash in your hand looked very, very green.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 RATHER LIE aeri uchinaga x reader

౨ৎ warnings: yn and aeri from luxurious (read it first), popular mean girl x loser athlete, swearing, yn plays soccer(football or wtv I don’t care honestly) and aeri is super rich, aeri’s parents , angst, fluff

aeri liked to think of herself as a simple girl she liked attention, shopping, money, and her friends. sometimes her friends. and the only thing she truly despised was-

her girlfriend she hated the way yn laughed at her own jokes, even when they weren’t funny. she hated her stupidly adorable smile, the one that made aeri’s heart do that annoying thing. she hated how, no matter how busy she was with soccer, she always made time for aeri. she hated her clueless dumb jock tendencies, the way she was somehow both the most awkward person alive and the most attractive. she hated the way she got into fights on the field, she hated how she never stood up for herself, even though she was literally the most award winning athlete in the entire school or the way she’s looking at her right now.

soft. amused. completely, utterly in love.

“stop looking at me like that” the pink haired girl grumbled.

yn blinked, tilting her head. “like what?”

“ugh.” aeri groaned, reaching out to pinch one of the dimples on yn’s cheek. “you’re too cute. it’s disgusting. leave me alone.”

yn only grinned wider, dimples deepening as she wrapped her arms around aeri’s waist and pulled her close.

aeri let out a dramatic sigh.

okay. maybe she didn’t actually despise her girlfriend.

“how was practice?” aeri asked yn looking up at her as yn let go out her and raised up from her bed walking towards aeri’s closet, looking for some of the clothes she left there.

“it was good,” aeri watched as yn pulled her jersey over her head and pulled on of her sweaters, “coach wasn’t as hard on me as usual today,”

aeri sighed her gaze never leaving yn as yn moved around her aeri’s room, “I don’t like how you call him coach and not dad, is that what you’ve been calling him since you were born in something?”

yn laughed softly, crawling back onto the bed “I call him dad dummy, just not when I’m talking about soccer.”

aeri’s gaze never wavered from yn, watching her girlfriend pull a hair tie off her wrist and start to tie her hair up. she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “what did I tell you about this?” aeri tossed her pink scrunchie at yn with a smirk. “you’re supposed to wear mine. shows people you’re off the market.”

yn caught the scrunchie with ease, the corners of her lips tugging up in a teasing grin. “sorry, princess.” she slipped the scrunchie onto her hair, securing it before leaning back, arms behind her head, all casual like she wasn’t the most adorable thing in a ten mile radius.

aeri’s eyes lingered a little longer than necessary before she laid down beside yn, letting her head rest on the girl’s exposed arm. “so... about your dad—sorry, coach, he was... nice today?”

“yeah, surprisingly,” yn responded with a shrug, her voice flat. “coach was cool for once. usually, after a game, he’s up my ass about something, but today? he actually chill. don’t get used to it though. tomorrow, he’ll be back on my case.” she turned her head slightly, brow furrowing. “but seriously, what’s with all the questions about my parents? first it’s my mom yesterday , now you’re asking about my dad? what’s going on?”

it was true, this whole week, aeri had been obsessively asking about family. it freaked yn out because aeri was never one to talk about anything even remotely close to family.

the truth? aeri’s parents were back in town, and it had her on edge. they didn’t know about her relationship with yn, and aeri didn’t think they’d exactly be thrilled about it. as much as she adored yn, her clumsy, awkward, adorable, bruised up soccer player, she couldn’t help but wonder how her parents would react. 

she’s not exactly the polished, picture perfect girl they’d probably expect for their daughter, they already had a hard time digesting that she liked girls. aeri might love yn more than anything, but she also knew her family wouldn’t exactly appreciate the bruises on her arms and legs or the fact that yn’s idea of a “good time” getting into fights on the field.

aeri stared at yn for a few seconds, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to express everything she’d been feeling, but the words just wouldn’t come. finally, she shrugged, attempting to mask the unease, “no reason. just... gotta stay updated on family stuff, you know?”

yn laughed, clearly not picking up on the way aeri’s shoulders stiffened, “oh, should I keep up with yours too, then?”

the casual tone only made aeri’s pulse spike. she forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“all you have to do is check the internet,” aeri joked, her voice light, the tension in her chest slowly easing as yn let out a small laugh in response before shifting the subject.

aeri stood stiff at the doorway, eyes fixed on the sleek black car as it pulled up the drive. her parents stepped out like they owned the place, because they did, and aeri felt her jaw tighten.

“aeri! my darling,” her mother’s voice rang out before she even reached the steps. aeri barely had time to roll her eyes before her mother was cupping her face, manicured fingers already fussing. “oh honey, what happened? you look exhausted. and your hair, pink? I told you to stop at blonde.”

aeri brushed her hands away with a practiced flick, already annoyed. it was yn who suggested the pink, in her girlfriend’s words “I think having a pink haired girlfriend would be really hot.” and honestly? aeri kinda loved it.

“leave the girl alone,” her father said coolly as he stepped into view, barely sparing her a glance. “we’ll discuss her... unfortunate hair choice at dinner.”

aeri resisted the urge to groan. great. this was gonna be a drag.

“so,” her mother began casually, cutting into her beef with unnecessary precision, “a little birdie told me you’ve got a boy—sorry, girlfriend.”

aeri nearly choked, coughing hard as she reached for her water. her father paused mid-sip, setting his glass down with a slow raise of his brow.

“who the hell told you that?” she rasped, glaring across the table. of course it’d be her mother, the most dramatic woman alive who’d dig that up first.

her mother didn’t even flinch. “so?” she repeated simply, ignoring the question entirely.

“yes,” aeri finally said after a beat, her voice calm, “I have a girlfriend.”

her father set down his fork. “who is she? what’s her major?”

aeri hesitated for just a moment. a soccer player on a scholarship didn’t exactly scream parent friendly material, especially not to her father.

“business,” she lied smoothly, “like you.”

both her parents exchanged a look. impressed. and that was the worst part, because as much as she hated to care, something about it made her chest flutter.

“really?” her mom beamed. “and her family?”

“really wealthy.”

the words slipped out before she could stop them.

“oh, wow, hun.” her mom looked genuinely delighted, dabbing her lips with her napkin like this was the best news she'd heard all year. “i’d love to meet this girl.”

“same,” her dad added, adjusting his cufflinks. “maybe I could give her some pointers. connections help in the business world.”

aeri forced a laugh, heart pounding. “she’s super busy with work and classes and stuff, but… I’ll try.”

her mother waved it off casually, “nonsense. tell her to stop by next week. we’ll have dinner. nothing formal.”

aeri smiled stiffly. nothing formal, she thought bitterly, she’s screwed.

“oh, you are so screwed,” jimin said flatly through the phone.

“I know,” aeri groaned, flopping onto her bed dramatically. “but I had to. it was the only way out.”

“are you sure your parents wouldn’t approve of her? I mean, she’s a college athlete, has a whole fanbase, and literal league scouts already watching her and she’s only a second year.”

“jimin,” aeri sighed, “my parents don’t care about sports unless it’s golf. they wouldn’t care if she was playing for the national team.”

“do you, though? know your parents?” jimin’s voice softened a little. “I mean… they’re never really around.”

aeri’s mouth dropped open, eyes narrowing. she was seconds away from saying something ruthless, something that would’ve made jimin cry in her sleep but then her screen lit up.

“you’re so lucky yn is calling me right now,” aeri hissed before hanging up and immediately answering the incoming facetime.

her glare disappeared in an instant, replaced by a soft smirk. “hey, loser.”

“hey,” yn said, adjusting her phone on her desk and propping it against a stack of textbooks.

 “you’ve been ghosting me all day. I was starting to worry. ryujin even started bullying me about it, she said you’ve trained me to be obsessed with you or something. whatever that means.”

aeri couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. god, yn was so dumb sometimes. dumb and sweet and completely hers. but the guilt settled in fast, while yn had been missing her, worrying, getting teased… aeri had spent the day lying through her teeth.

“sorry,” she lied smoothly, leaning back on her bed. “I’ve been sleeping all day.”

aeri’s eyes drifted to the screen just as yn pulled her bruised knee up onto her fluffy desk chair, wincing slightly. aeri’s brows knit together.

“wait, I thought that healed?”

“nah,” yn waved it off like it was nothing. “that was the other knee. this one’s fresh. happened today at practice.”

aeri stayed quiet, her eyes locked on the purpling skin. all she could think about was what her parents would say if they saw yn like this, sweaty, bruised up, still in her practice gear with messy hair and that dumb smile. they’d probably faint on the spot.

she forced a small laugh. “you’re like… one big walking injury.”

yn grinned proudly. “thanks, babe.”

there’s silence.

“so uh, you might wanna get used to me ghosting a little more this week,” aeri said casually, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

yn raised a brow. “what, why?”

“I’ve got this huge econ test coming up,” she lied without skipping a beat, “and my dad’s been texting me nonstop about grades. like full on freak out mode. so I need to lock in.”

yn nodded slowly. “oh… damn. yeah, that makes sense.”

aeri could already see the wheels turning in her girlfriend’s head, so she added quickly, “it’s nothing serious, just pressure from my dad being dramatic. I just need to focus.”

“I can come over and study with you,” yn offered with a grin, not even thinking twice about it. “I’ll bring snacks. we can make flashcards and stuff—”

“no!” aeri blurted, a little too fast, a little too loud.

yn blinked. “uh…”

aeri cleared her throat, trying to recover. “I mean… babe. you’re not exactly the brightest crayon in the box.”

yn gasped. “wow.” she dragged out.

“I’m just saying,” aeri smirked, “you’re more of a ‘run fast, kick ball’ kind of girl. and that’s okay. just… stick to your athletics.”

yn narrowed her eyes playfully. “you’re so lucky you’re hot.”

aeri laughed, but there was a tightness in her chest. the lying was easy, too easy, but yn’s genuine offer, the way she’d said “I’ll bring snacks” like it was the most obvious thing in the world, made her stomach twist with guilt.

“I’ll make it up to you after the test, okay?” aeri added softer.

yn nodded, still suspicious, but let it go. “you better. I expect snacks. and a movie. and lots of hugs.”

aeri smiled. “deal.”

“I’ll text you tomorrow?” aeri said, forcing a smile as yn nodded.

“okay. good luck with the studying. don’t stress too much, alright?”

aeri hummed in response and ended the call.

the second yn’s face disappeared from the screen, aeri let out a long, guttural groan and flopped backwards onto her pillows, flinging her phone somewhere near the foot of her bed.

“what the hell am I doing,” she muttered, dragging both hands down her face. “lying to my parents. lying to my girlfriend. pretending she’s a business major from a rich family. oh my god, I’m insane.”

she rolled over and screamed into her pillow.

her parents wanted to meet a fake version of yn. yn just wanted to bring her snacks and help her study. 

and her brilliant solution? insult her intelligence and ghost her for a week.

“great, genius,” she mumbled to herself, sitting up suddenly and staring at the floor like it might give her answers. “now she thinks I’m avoiding her. which… I am. but like, ugh, it’s for her own good.”

she pulled her phone back toward her and opened a text to jimin.

did I forget to tell you they now wanna meet her next week? and I’m avoiding her??? help

I’m spiraling I’m spiraling I’m spiralling

before she could even finish typing another message, her phone started ringing again. she flinched. it was jimin.

“don’t say anything,” aeri answered, flopping back down dramatically.

“you’re a mess.”

“I said don’t say anything.”

“you’re gonna have to tell yn the truth eventually,” jimin said calmly. “or you’re gonna end up introducing her to your parents with a fake résumé and a fake gucci purse.”

“I can get her a gucci purse.”

“aeri—”

“I’m serious! I saw one online last week that would actually look so cute on her. she has that one blue hoodie it could go with that I got her last month, wait. oh my god. I’m insane.”

jimin sighed. “yeah. but at least you’re pretty.”

aeri buried her face into the pillow again and screamed.

yn sat cross legged on ryujin’s bed, chewing on the straw of her smoothie and staring blankly at the tv playing some random drama. 

she was trying to focus, she really was, but her brain kept looping back to aeri.

“you’re thinking about her again,” ryujin said flatly, not even looking up from her phone.

“no, I’m not.”

“you are. you’re doing that weird little pout you do when you’re overthinking.”

“I don’t do that.”

“you definitely do.” ryujin finally looked up, raising a brow. “so? what’d she say?”

yn sighed, tossing the straw wrapper across the room. “she said she’s gonna be ghost for the week ‘cause she has a big test and her dad’s been on her ass about grades or whatever.”

ryujin made a face. “since when does she care about school?”

“that’s what I said,” yn muttered. “I offered to come over and study with her and she said no. then she joked about me not being smart enough to help and told me to stick to athletics.”

ryujin’s eyes narrowed. “she said that?”

“yeah. but she was joking. I think. I mean, I laughed.”

ryujin sat up, looking way more alert now “okay, no offense, but that sounds like a bunch of bullshit. like, she loves it when you’re around. she literally dragged you to her 8 a.m. econ class once just to ‘make it more bearable.’ now she suddenly doesn’t want you near her?”

yn stayed quiet, fingers fidgeting with the string of her hoodie.

“you think something’s wrong?” she asked, voice softer now.

“I think she’s hiding something,” ryujin said bluntly. “maybe not something bad. but something.”

yn chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking. aeri did seem off on facetime. like she was trying too hard to act normal. her smile didn’t reach her eyes. her voice was just a little too distant.

“you should just go over there,” ryujin added. “pop in. if she’s really just studying, it won’t be weird.”

“you think she’d be mad?”

“I think if she is, then she’s definitely hiding something, give it a couple more days it’s wednesday, pop in on the weekend.”

yn nodded slowly, still unsure, but that little pit of doubt in her stomach was growing.

it had been days since aeri locked herself away in her castle of lies, texting yn just enough to keep suspicion at bay, but even through the screen, she could tell her 

girlfriend was confused. the usual flirty emojis and teasing voice notes had thinned into dry "good mornings" and "sleep wells." it was killing her.

“so?” her mother snapped her out of her spiral. “your girlfriend’s supposed to be here any minute. I told the chef to prepare the shrimp, I hope she likes shrimp. it’s imported.”

aeri blinked. “about that…”

she had the excuse ready. yn had a big business test, needed to study, couldn’t make it. simple. easy. clean.

ding dong.

“hold that thought,” her mother said, already standing, heels clicking against the marble as she headed toward the door, making aeri roll her eyes 

“oh! hello!” her mother’s voice turned sickeningly sweet. “you must be the girlfriend.”

aeri froze in place.

what.

no.

no, no, no, no, what the hell was yn doing here?

aeri shot up so fast her chair scraped back against the floor. “mom, wait!” she hissed, practically tripping over herself as she sped down the hallway, socks sliding against the marble tile.

too late.

there she was.

yn, in all her tall, clueless glory, standing in the grand foyer of the uchiha mansion, wearing the pale pink louis vuitton polo that aeri bought her last month. it was oversized just how she liked it and draped loosely over a pair of baggy jeans, her hair was styled, barely, and she looked... passable, if you didn’t look too close at the faint bruise on her arm or how she nervously shifted from foot to foot.

“hey,” yn grinned, “is this your mom? nice to meet you.”

aeri’s mother blinked, lips pulling into a polite smile. “oh,” she said, scanning yn from head to toe. “you look… lovely. is that lv?”

yn looked down, then nodded. “yeah. aeri gave it to me.”

aeri nearly choked.

“shall we?” her mother gestured toward the dining room, smile tight. “the shrimp’s getting cold.”

aeri shoved herself between them, laughing a little too loud. “wait—wait, can I borrow her for just one second?”

“don’t take too long,” her mom said without looking back, already walking off in her heels

aeri yanked yn by the wrist and pulled her down the hallway.

aeri pressed her back against the door, her chest heaving. “yn, what are you doing?”

“surprising you?” yn answered, clearly thrown off, “you’ve been weird all week, barely texting, acting like I don’t exist, I just wanted to see you.”

aeri let out a short breath, not angry, just… overwhelmed. “I told you I was fine.”

“you didn’t even tell me your parents were back in town,” yn said, brows furrowing. “why didn’t you tell me?”

aeri flinched, barely, but yn caught it. she could see the guilt flicker across aeri’s expression before the spoiled girl quickly masked it with indifference.

“you need to go,” aeri muttered, brushing past her.

yn blinked, taking a step back. “what?”

“I just, tonight isn’t a good time. I didn’t think you were actually gonna come, okay? just… go.”

there it was.

yn’s face didn’t crumple or twist up with emotion. no, it was worse, her entire expression just fell flat. like the lights behind her eyes dimmed a little. like she didn’t know how to react.

and just as yn opened her mouth to speak, aeri’s mother’s heels clicked furiously against the marble.

“oh for god’s sake, what is taking so long—”

she stormed into the hallway, pausing only slightly when she saw how tense the two looked. but she smiled anyway, grabbing yn’s hand without hesitation.

“come now, dear,” she said, tugging yn gently but firmly. “you’re our guest. don’t be shy.”

yn glanced at aeri as she was led away, their eyes meeting for only a second.

a second was all it took for aeri to see the hurt sitting just beneath the surface. and it made her feel sick.

dinner was quiet at first. the clinking of forks, a polite sip of wine, some occasional chewing. too quiet. aeri could feel the anxiety pressing up her throat, her knee bouncing lightly under the table.

and then.

“so,” her mother said, placing her napkin on her lap delicately, “how did you two meet?”

yn paused mid bite, fork hovering. she blinked, glanced at aeri, then gave a small laugh. “uh, I hit her with a soccer ball.”

aeri froze.

her father furrowed his brows. “you… what?”

“it was during a sports day,” aeri blurted out quickly, flashing a too bright smile. “yn, being the business major she is, was horrible at soccer  and—yeah. accident.”

yn’s brows pinched as she leaned over and whispered, “business major?”

“oh yeah, business ” he repeated, eyes narrowing in that way that always made aeri’s stomach churn. “that explains it. you look so familiar. how’s business been treating you? I know how demanding that major can be.”

“dad, don’t interrogate my girlfriend,” aeri cut in quickly, voice tight with panic.

but yn just smiled politely and shook her head. “I wish I could tell you, sir, but i’m not a business major.”

the silence that hit the table was deafening.

a beat.

“then what are you?” her mother asked, her voice sharper now, eyes narrowing slightly.

yn stayed calm. “I’m a soccer player. i’m on an athletic scholarship.”

aeri could’ve sunk into the floor right then and there. her heart was in her ears. her entire chest burned.

“oh,” her mother said slowly, blinking. “and your parents? what company do they own?”

yn turned to look at aeri, visibly confused now, then turned back to the parents. “I wouldn’t say they own a company, but… my dad acts like he owns the team. he’s my coach. and my mom’s a nurse.”

her mother’s lips parted slightly, clearly processing that.

“soccer?” her father said suddenly, and his whole expression changed. “that’s why you look so familiar. you’re yn. yn. me and the boys have been watching some of the college soccer games on our business trips, you’re everyone’s favorite. you're already on the league radar, aren’t you? probably getting drafted early.”

aeri stared at her father like she didn’t know him.

but before she could even say anything, he added, “so why did aeri say you were a business major?”

“and from a wealthy family?” her mother tacked on, voice laced with suspicion now.

all eyes turned to aeri.

she laughed, dry, nervous, too high pitched. “dad, since when are you into soccer?”

yn cleared her throat and pushed her chair back gently. “sorry. may I be excused?”

“yn—” aeri stood up immediately, eyes wide.

but yn was already walking.

aeri followed, practically tripping over herself to catch up. “yn, wait, please, wait—”

aeri hurried after yn, panic bubbling up as she saw the girl’s back disappearing into the hallway. yn moved quickly, her footsteps heavy on the marble floor, and aeri’s heart twisted at the thought of what she might be thinking. the door to the patio was already cracked open by the time aeri reached it, the cool evening air brushing against her skin.

aeri pushed the door open, the cold air biting against her skin as she stepped onto the patio. yn stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over her chest, back turned.

“yn,” aeri said gently, voice low and careful, “can we just—”

“so I’m guessing there’s no big test?” yn cut her off, her voice sharp but calm in that scary way that made aeri freeze in place.

aeri’s breath caught. “yn…”

“aeri, what the hell was that?” yn finally turned, and the look on her face made aeri’s stomach drop. it wasn’t anger at least not fully. it was disappointment. betrayal. “why do your parents think I’m some business major from a rich family?”

aeri couldn’t speak for a second. her throat felt tight.

yn’s voice rose slightly, not yelling, but firm. “you lied to them about everything. my major, my family, me. was this whole thing just one big cover up?”

aeri shook her head quickly, stepping forward. “no! yn, it’s not like that, I swear—”

“then what is it like?” yn challenged, eyes searching hers. “because right now it really feels like you’re embarrassed of me.”

“I’m not,” aeri said, voice cracking as her heart thudded in her chest. “I’m not embarrassed of you, yn. I swear. I just, I panicked, okay? they showed up out of nowhere and I didn’t know how to explain… us. you.”

yn blinked at her, jaw clenched. “you could’ve just told me. I would’ve understood. I would’ve done anything to make tonight easier for you. but you lied. to them, and to me.”

aeri was quiet, guilt sinking heavy into her bones. she couldn’t deny it. she had lied. because the truth, as stupid as it sounded now, had scared her.

“I didn’t want them to judge you,” aeri whispered. “or ruin this. or ruin us.”

yn stared at her for a long moment. “they wouldn’t have judged me, aeri. they would’ve judged you. for being with me.”

the words landed hard, and neither of them said anything after that. the wind rustled in the silence, but it didn’t break the weight between them.

aeri took a shaky breath, stepping closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “you’re right. they would’ve. they do.”

yn didn’t flinch, just kept her eyes on her.

aeri looked down, fiddling with the sleeves of her cardigan. “you’re a soccer player with bruises and bandaids and opinions, and my parents think that kind of girl isn’t fit to sit at their table. and that’s so messed up, I know that but it’s just how they are.”

yn’s jaw tightened. “and you lied so they’d think I was the kind of girl who is.”

aeri’s voice cracked, quiet and fast, “I was scared they’d make me choose.”

yn finally looked away, jaw flexing, eyes fixed on the horizon. “and you chose.”

aeri felt that like a punch to the chest. “no. no, yn, I didn’t choose them. I just—I froze, okay? you walked in and you looked so perfect in that stupid polo I got you and for a second I thought maybe I could keep the lie going. keep you.”

yn let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “you keep saying you’re not ashamed of me, but you assumed they wouldn’t accept me. and yet your dad literally just sat there praising me for being the best in the game. the same game you thought would make them hate me.”

aeri’s mouth parted, no words coming out.

yn shook her head. “you didn’t even give them the chance. you just decided for everyone.”

aeri stepped forward again, voice trembling. “I lied because I’m ashamed of them, not you. I swear. but I get it, I hurt you. and I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you everything the second they showed up.”

yn looked at her again, softer now. not forgiving, not yet, but listening. “I just needed you to be honest. that’s all.”

aeri nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “I will. no more lies. not with you.”

yn didn’t reply, just let the silence fall again.

aeri stepped closer, her voice trembling now. ���I can’t lose you, yn.”

yn looked over at her, eyes still guarded, but something in her expression cracked.

aeri’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “I was so stupid. I don’t even know why I said all that, why I let it get that far.” 

yn stayed quiet, letting her speak.

“you’re the only person who’s been keeping me sane,” aeri said, voice breaking now. 

“when my parents showed up, I couldn’t breathe. they walk into a room and suddenly I’m this version of myself I hate. I haven’t slept right since they got here, and the only time I felt okay was when you’d facetime me, or send me some dumb picture of your knee looking like a war wound.”

yn let out a small breath, half a laugh, half something else.

aeri kept going. “I need you, yn. I need us. and I can’t believe I did what I did. I lied to my parents about who you were, and worse, I didn’t give you the truth either. and you still showed up. you still came to check on me.

yn looked down for a moment, biting her lip. “I because I knew something was off, I just didn’t think it was this.”

aeri’s eyes were glassy now, her voice soft. “and I’m glad you did, you’re my girlfriend and I’ve been missing you more than anything, I just, didn’t know how to tell you the truth without losing you.”

yn’s silence stretched between them again, this time heavier with emotion.

aeri stepped even closer, just inches away now. “please. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”

yn stared at her for a moment, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing. “you can start by never calling me a business major again. I’m still offended.”

aeri let out a watery laugh, half relief and half disbelief. “deal.”

yn stuffed her hands into her pockets, glancing back toward the house with a half-smile. “and maybe…” she started, voice a little hesitant, “maybe this time you could introduce me to your parents properly?”

aeri blinked at her.

“only if you want to,” yn added quickly, kicking a pebble by her foot. “I can sneak through the back if you want. pretend this never happened.”

aeri rolled her eyes, but there was a soft grin tugging at her lips. “shut up.”

yn was about to chuckle when aeri suddenly grabbed her hand.

“no. you’re my girlfriend. you walked in there alone while I was hiding behind a lie and you didn’t flinch once. I’m not making you sneak around anything.” she squeezed her hand. “we’re doing it right this time.”

yn blinked at her, surprised. “you sure?”

“absolutely.” aeri took a deep breath, standing straighter. “come on.”

they walked back toward the house, fingers still laced, the evening air cool around them. when they reached the front door, aeri paused and turned to her.

“you look really hot in that polo, by the way,” she murmured.

yn smirked. “I was gonna return it, just to spite you.”

aeri gasped. “you better not.”

they pushed through the door together. aeri’s mom was standing in the hallway, clearly on her way to check outside, but froze when she saw them enter hand in hand.

aeri cleared her throat, not letting go of yn’s fingers. “mom, this is yn. my yn. not the nepo baby business major one, but the famous soccer player one.”

yn smiled politely, holding her posture. “it’s nice to meet you, officially.”

her mother blinked once, then gave a tight-lipped smile, still suspicious, but clearly trying. “my husband mentioned that you’re gonna be big? is that correct.”

yn’s smile didn’t waver. “hopefully.”

the older woman’s expression shifted slightly, her smile widening just a bit as she clasped her hands together. “well. now that that’s cleared up… come back and finish your plate. shrimp doesn’t taste the same reheated.”

she turned on her heel, but not before throwing a look over her shoulder. “and aeri, we need to talk about your outfits. if you’re gonna be a sports girlfriend, you need to make sure to show up to the games looking the best.”

aeri blinked. “did you just call me a wag?”

“a what?” her mom called from down the hallway, already halfway to the dining room.

aeri groaned, dragging her feet as yn chuckled quietly beside her.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t love to be my wag.”

aeri didn’t miss a beat. “shut up.”

but she was smiling.

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Priest!Jason Todd keeps receiving random quests from the alternative universe, who are very, very persistent on getting his advice.

At some point, Jason stops getting surprised by the absolute unexplainable events in his hometown. He died and came back — so, what are some guests from the other realities for him? Absolutely nothing. He already helped that girl once, Traci. She also appeared out of nowhere.

And Jason... well, Father Jason is all about helping people, not asking questions.

That's why, when he sees a strange flash of light outside the church and hears heavy steps, coming closer to the confessional, he makes sure not to be too curious. Curiousity leads people to wrong paths sometimes.

'Jason?' The low, rumbling voice asks.

It reminds him of Thomas Wayne's a little but softer.

Thomas is not necessarily his friend, but they smoke sometimes together since Jason once accidentally found bleeding out Batman at the stairs leading to his church. He is a nice man.

'You shall call me Father Todd,' Jason fixes the guest methodically. 'How can I help you, my child?'

The man lets out a soft, amused laughter, and Jason hears him dragging his heavy body inside the booth before plopping on the cold, wooden seat.

'I am not here to confess,' the man warns. 'But I might need an advice.'

'An ask for help is also a confession in a way; sometimes, a bolder one,' Jason replies. 'I will do my best to guide you, my child. Tell me more about the issue you are facing.'

'I... I have a son,' the man starts slowly. 'I hurt him a lot in the past. And I don't know how to fix this.'

Jason hums, encouraging him to continue. They talk for the rest of the night. The mysterious guest leaves pleased.

In a week after that, another guest drops by. This time, it is a young man who keeps tapping his feet nervously and persistently cracks jokes straight until Jason gently tells him to lay on him all his burdens. This makes him snap and break down crying. Richard — or so he calls himself — never asks for advice, but he confesses in all things he had done; and then for things he didn't. Jason hears him out, reassuring that half of those wasn't even his fault, and they pray together that night through the thin wall dividing them. Richard tells him that it was a while he felt himself this free before leaving. Jason never hears from him again.

A seemingly young boy visits next. He is amused for the most of the time, but Jason still patiently talks him through the casualties of ceremonies like this, deciding not to get mad at a teenager — he was no better at that age. Somewhere in between long pauses and questions, Timothy suddenly starts talking quietly about his parents; about how they were religious, but he never understood their faith. Not really.

He says he misses him, and he wishes he could turn time back to agree on following his mom in the church in these rare days they were not working. They sit together for a while, and Jason allows him to reminisce about his parents. Tim leaves, thanking him for being heard.

Jason accepts a few more strange quests. A kid with the vocabulary of an ancient creature that admits that he is not even Christian — Jason still offers him an ear telling him it doesn’t matter; not when a child of God needs advice — a silent girl that speaks in short sentences and asks how to get rid of regret and guilt following her around for years, and then, a total opposite one: a blabbering and giggling girl that ends up talking with him about her mom. He swears, at some point Duke, the kid from Narrows that he has over with his family on Sundays, visits him too; just, somehow, an older one. Even that doesn't cause Father Todd to ask questions.

...Not until someone enters the confessional with a strange, animal-like cautiousness.

'So, you are the one they visit all the time, huh?' The stranger comments, his voice... his voice surprisingly familiar. 'Father Todd.'

If there is a slight mocking intonation in the low voice, then Jason prefers to ignore it.

'That would be me, yes. How can I help you, my child?'

'Well, well, Father Todd... Riddle me this...'

The more the unknown boy speaks, the more nauseous Jason feels. He knows this story; he remembers finding Catherine dead, he remembers stealing tires — and even though the boy by the other side found a family, while he didn’t, the death and reborn he speaks about, is still something Jason relates to.

For the first time since he started to get strange visitors, Jason indulges himself — he allows curiosity to take over.

The visitor is in the middle of casually, almost intentionally so, retelling how he woke up in the casket, when Jason walks out of his part of booth, and unceremoniously opens the opposite side of it, facing a boy in the red armour. He hugs a big, intimidating helmet, and when their eyes meet, Jason freezes, despite knowing an answer all along.

It is him. Of course, it is him.

'Jesus fucking Christ, ruining the very little privacy this place has, in our Catholic house?' The other Jason mocks him, leaning slightly forward. 'I expected more from us. I am hurt.'

Father Todd just sighs.

Nothing could ever prepare him for needing to... accept a confession from himself. Yet, he is here, staring at the scruffy youth with a wolf-like smile who is so obviously lost behind all these fake bravado that it hurts.

'Behave,' he purses lips in a thin line before closing the door in his face again.

He doesn't need to see to know that a surprised expression touched his sharp features.

Jason makes his way back to his side of confessional, and clears up his throat again.

'I apologise. Please, you shall resume your story.'

The other Jason is silent for a while. He thinks the boy might leave — they had it in themselves, after all; leaving when being met with an unexpected touch of gentleness from others, instead of rage — but then, he doesn't.

His voice lacks all mockery and amusement when he speaks up again, the words lacing in a tale of sorrow and regrets.

And Father Todd... answers, of course. He is not here to ask questions, after all. He is all about helping people.

And who, if not Jason Todd, knows that there is no one but higher forces and themselves, who can help them through their toughest times?

[gremlingottoosilly]

Reader who accidentally gives her virginity to Slasher!König? The lights were off, and she was planning on spending a romantic getaway with her boyfriend to finally seal the deal. She mistakes him for her boyfriend, assuming the mask was for some weird role play he wanted to do. Didn’t even question why her boyfriend’s body feels extremely different. It’s not until she turns on the light and curiously lifts up his hood after the deed was done that she found out that she just fucked a random guy, while her boyfriend was actually bleeding out in the next room over.

You boyfriend paid for the cabin. Said the owner -- a creepy fuck - dropped the price twice immediately upon hearing that it was for a couple's getaway. Said he is too fucking tired of groups of drunk partygoers - too much clean up after they're done with. Said it's nice to have fewer gusts sometimes. Tuck the payment immediately, though - said he doesn't make deposits, and too many people disappear after only giving him a third of what they own. Creepy fuck, like your boyfriend said - but you didn't care. It's the first nice thing he did in a long time - he won you over, pushed you in direction of finally agreeing for him to take your virginity - even though you were kinda scared at first. Your first time should be special, and your boyfriend lately wasn't...exactly a special feeling inducer. It's no matter though - you will have your romantic getaway in cozy cabin in the woods. The place looks like a mansion - you're shocked, really, even after a few hours spent settling in, sipping on a beer and nervously giggling each time your boyfriend made a sleazy remark about popping your cherry. He makes a joke about filming the process for history sake. About the owner of the cabin probably preparing to jerk off somewhere in the dark corner - you didn't like the jokes. Asked to turn off the light as you get under the covers, preparing to finally become a part of the sex club. Your boyfriend exited the room, searching for more booze, probably - came a while after, when you already started to feel weird about the whole thing. There is a bottle of sweet liquor - not beer, surprisingly - tilted to your mouth. You drink it, enjoying the sweet, alcoholic coffee poured into your mouth. They are gentle, but firm hands going over your body, grasping every bit of skin they can find. It's probably booze and your nerves, but the hands feel slightly different from your boyfriend's - bigger, rougher. You're probably just nervous, imagining weird things. He kiss you everywhere - you could feel a light stubble. It's funny, you didn't even notice your boyfriend didn't shave - probably your nerves, again, making you feel a bit dizzy from the kisses. You had a few fantasies about how the whole losing virginity thing would turn out - you never thought it would be like this. Soft and terrifying at the same time. Tongue licking you everywhere, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and find his head, hoping he would stop the gentle assault on your nerves. You find his hair - suddenly, it feel shorter than a greasy man bun your boyfriend has - and tug on it. Feel the pressure. He moans. Rough voice, low voice. A bit of a boyish tone. "So good for me, Schatzen. Knew your boyfriend wouldn't put much of a fight, but you're a natural for me, ja?" This is not your boyfriend.

[slttygeto]

SLOWLY LOVING YOU — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesn’t know how to slow down.

જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.

જ⁀➴ word count: 4,2k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!

“Yaga says there’s a newcomer,” Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white haired’s head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.

“Hey!” He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.

“Swallow your food.” Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. It’s not that he wasn’t good with new people (he wasn’t), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise they’d just get in the way of everything and—ouf, this was too negative.

Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.

“I wonder if it’s guy or a girl,” Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.

“It won’t really change much, I just hope they’re good at what they do,”

“Oh Suguruuu,” Gojo whines at his friend’s negativity, pushing him but not too hard. “Don’t be such a kill joy, I’m pretty sure that they’re good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldn’t look so excited.”

“Why are you the one telling me to be nice?” The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didn’t have ketchup on it.

“You rubbed off on me,” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.

“Don’t.” Suguru presses, but it’s too late to stop his friend’s funny joke.

“That’s a little fruity—“

“Finish your food.”

When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, they’re pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you weren’t that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.

Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.

“Hey, think that’s the new girl?”

“I mean, it looks like it,” Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.

“You finally decided to show up,” Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.

“The mission took us way too long,” it’s Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguru’s lips.

“Yeah, but we managed to get it done with. That’s all what matters,” if it wasn’t for Satoru’s love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldn’t bother. But it’s fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.

You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.

Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.

Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.

“You can laugh, they won’t be offended.” You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.

“You can introduce yourself,” oh, he’s talking to me. You’re suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.

“Hello, my name is (name) and I’m—“

“That’s boring!” The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, that’s offensive. Before you could even glare at him, he’s approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.

“Show us your technique, that’s a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,” your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.

“Oh, okay then,”

Suguru’s eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.

Suddenly, the air feels a little different—why is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.

You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your technique—a little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.

“What the—“ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curse—the clone knew about his technique?

Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundings—and that was the beauty of your technique.

Everyone looks amused by Suguru’s confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyone’s spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.

“That was rather impressive, wasn’t it?” Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.

Maybe it’s because I looked like a bitch.

He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher—were you getting shy?

His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.

“Sorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.”

Oh, not anymore.

“That to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.” Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like this—with so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didn’t care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.

Geto couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeks—you were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.

“What do you say, Suguru?” He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didn’t he?

“Sorry, I zoned out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he wasn’t going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.

“I said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?” Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. You’re almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorable—oh fuck, no.

“Yeah, we will.”

He was officially and totally fucked.

--

It’s been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamic—or worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.

While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.

And then there was Geto.

Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.

He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.

Things weren’t exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they weren’t that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.

“Was gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.” You’re almost shocked that he’s even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.

“Are you sure? He does like sweets,” you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.

“Well, you ate it immediately. Seems like you don’t care.”

“Well, he did piss me off too today,” you’re grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.

“Was it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean he’s not entirely wrong—“

“Stooop,” you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.

Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojo’s sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.

How come Suguru’s was so accurate on day one!

Do you have something to share with the class?

It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.

“I just need more practice,” you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.

“Hm?”

“You don’t hate me, right?” He could’ve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it would’ve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.

“Hate you?”

“I’m aware that hate is a big word—it’s a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.” Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didn’t necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didn’t resent him for mysterious reasons.

“I don’t hate you,” you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. “Uh, just nervous.”

Now, why did I say that? It’s one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but it’s another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.

“Nervous?” At first, he’s scared that the word has a bitter taste to it—but it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.

It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.

“You are kind of intimidating,” the small smile painting your lips eases Suguru’s nerves despite having another word describe him. But he’s heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.

But he didn’t want to have this kind of effect on you. You didn’t need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcerer—he wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.

Slowly that is.

“If I’m intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?” Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.

“Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” Wow, I made him laugh.

“But he is scary! I mean, he’s very nice… but I don’t think I’d wanna piss him off like Gojo does,” you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.

“Satoru pisses off everyone, so you’re safe.”

Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasn’t that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you weren’t complaining.  

--

Over the last few months, you’ve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.

But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.

Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru might’ve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldn’t get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.

The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.

Sitting across from each other, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.

The guy’s just trying to sleep

Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for you—how could you not fall for him?

But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.

“We’re there,” you were so lost in your thought, that you didn’t feel the train stop. Only Suguru’s hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.

“Oh sorry,” you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.

“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.

“Not really, I wasn’t that tired.”

“Oh but you will be after the mission, that’s always how it is.” He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.

“Thank god he’s not here to drool on my hair,” you say with a hint of annoyance, but it’s harmless.

“Oh, you never know,” the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.

You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smell—god, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.

“God, it smells horrible.”

“Then we’re at the right place.” Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.

“I have a horrible feeling about this,” you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.

“It was an orphanage.” Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.

The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Whatever took over this place was huge. It didn’t necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.

Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at you—and fast.

It’s too fast for its size!

Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.

“Go hide, I’ll take care of it.” You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you don’t want that.

You don’t want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasn’t why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguru’s cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.

“You’re gonna get killed if you don’t move!”

“Shut up!” The mist slowly morphs into something else—something Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and—he was hallucinating.

And so was the curse. The technique might’ve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. It’s messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what you’ve just done.

I killed a huge curse on my own!

What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.

The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.

--

Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.

He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to move—he was filled with all kinds of emotions.

And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.

You’re sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.

“Yaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didn’t worry you—“

“What you did was reckless.” Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.

“I know,” you don’t apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.

“And I was very mad,”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.

“But that’s only because you scared me to death,” he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You have no idea how terrifying that was.” Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.

“I don’t want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,” he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.

“That was really cool,” your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.

“You think I’m cool?” your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks he’s never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.

“The coolest.”

Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.

The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.

“Sugu—“

“Shhh, you look cute when you’re flustered.”

2023 © all works belong to slttygeto. do not repost my work anywhere else.

[tobesolnelyx]

Can you be able to do frat boy Shauna and Frat boy Lottie both make a plan to have sex with female reader?

NSFW - MDNI

it started with some stupid joke thrown at party. you were drunk, in a good mood, sipping on your beer. three of you were sitting on the small couch in the living room. music was blasting loudly, and air seemed to be sultry as fuck.

lottie was pressed to your right side. her arm was wrapped around your shoulders. she was smoking lazily, watching people walking around the frat house.

on the left, shauna was gripping tightly your thigh. her large hand was spread all over your soft flesh. rubbing or squeezing anytime weird guys were approaching. she’d leaned to you from time to time to make stupid remarks about party goers. just to make you giggle.

you don’t know how this conversation began, but somehow you ended up talking about your sex life. lottie was fully into conversation while shauna mostly listened, rubbing absentmindedly your thigh.

“i could suck off both of you,” you finally slurred out, giggling like you just said the funniest thing on earth.

there was this look that shauna and lottie shared, making sure they heard the same damn thing. shauna shifted uncomfortably on her place, trying not to think about it. to not get a fucking boner right and there. her gaze dropped away, but her fingers were still gripping your flesh.

lottie barked out a laughter. obviously there were already images going through her head. however, she decided to bury those thoughts deep down somewhere in her brain.

turned out that none of them could stop thinking about that. they finally composed themselves to have a talk about that with you. hoping you’re not gonna freak out, or tell them that they’re disgusting for even thinking about that. i mean, they were considering threesome? with you? after one drunken joke?

well, surprisingly… you didn’t need a lot of convincing.

after next practice you find yourself in the locker room. kneeling on the cold floor. the room would be empty and quiet at that hour if it weren’t for three of you, your moans, groans, and sound of skin slapping against skin.

shauna sits there on the bench. tight long sleeve is clinging to her abs after practice. her hair sticks to her forehead. she pulled her shorts enough to reveal her throbbing cock. tip of it is swollen and leaks when you take into your mouth, sucking on it. you slurp on the pre-cum, saliva drips from your chin and lands on your shirt. shauna’s hand softly holds your head in place. she’s not pushing you or urging to take her deeper. no, she massages your scalp, her own head falls back in pure pleasure.

“just like that,” she murmurs, when you bob your head up and down. one of your hands holds her thigh while the other one is focused on stroking carefully her dick. “take it, baby,” she sighs in ecstasy.

it would be easier if it weren’t for lottie. lottie, who positioned herself behind you. her cock is slamming into your ass firmly. it’s not rough, she holds herself back, so you can properly suck shauna’s dick. she pulled her shorts down, too. enough to freely pump her cock inside you. she grips your hips, panting more and more with each thrust.

she bottoms out to spit on her cock. she make sure it’s nice and wet, and then she simply buries herself into you once more. you moan around shauna’s dick and lottie just smiles. she loves getting out of you those pretty sounds. and the fact that you’re making her best friend cum at the same exact moment, only turns her on more.

she leans so slightly before murmuring:

“this tight little hole was made for me,” and with that she picks up her pace, making you gag on shauna’s dick and whimpering around the length. shauna swears she sees stars when her swollen tip hits back of your throat.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

that isn't very holy of you :/

Yandere church boy x gn!reader

It came out shittier than I hoped for. Not proofread 🌺 I'll fix this when I have the time

Tw: religious themes, noncon mention, minor cult mention

✝️ you had just arrived in the small town of morning star. Having been needing a break from the city life, you rented a one bedroom cabin close by. Planning on staying here for a month, you quickly headed towards your new home, very eager to start exploring the area

✝️ wandering around the town square, it seemed everyone knew eachother. A family like community perhaps? Maybe that's why they all kept staring at you as passed through, must not be use to new faces

✝️that was until a group of children approached, asking you to come play ball with them. You couldn't say no to their puppy dog eyes, and the adult's judgemental stares so you agreed. And it was fun surprisingly! You noticed none of the children had any phones.. or the grown up's for that matter

✝️your first week there you were unsettled, but you just pushed it off as the townsfolks strange behavior, Focusing on unpacking and enjoying your stsy. Until one of the school teachers, a kindergarten one, knocked on your door on a sunday

"hi there honey! On behalf of the people I'd like to sincerely apologize for the cold welcome. It's just been a hard year for all of us! So to make it up you, won't you come to church with us on this fine morning?"

✝️ whether or not you're religious yourself, she managed to convince you to come along. Chatting the whole walk there. Talking about her husband, her children. She mentioned something about having a son your age but you weren't really paying attention

✝️ walking through the grand double doors of the church house, she sat you on the front row with the pastors family, next to a young man. You were startled as she sat on the other side of you, leaning in to whisper In Your ear as she pointed at the pastor preaching

"that's my hubby right there. He's a handsome fella ain't he?"

✝️david looked at his mother in disbelief, he told her a few a times he found you attractive and now look at her! He could practically see the gears turning in her head. thankfully you seemed preoccupied thinking, so he did his best to seem normal while his poor heart beated 300 mph

✝️after the sermon, david turned to you and have you a sheepish smile

"hi.. my name's David, but you can call me dave.. its.. nice to meet you"

✝️you and David hit it off, unlike all the other people. He didn't constantly talk about praising god and forcing his religion down your throat. He was kind, understanding. Laughing at your jokes and nodding along to your words. He never met someone so.. ethereal

✝️growing up, he had a hard time believing in his small towns "god". Watching them cut up and sacrifice newcomers to their false idols, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach heading their screams. But he could definitely devote his cause to you...

✝️he trapped you in this shitty town when he asked you out on a little date a few days later. Unaware he drugged your food and dragging you into his home, waking up chained to a bed. You couldn't tell how long you've been there, but every time you'd try to escape he'd punish you in bed. Not letting you cum or overstimulating you to the point of tears. Why would you want to leave something that can make you feel so good?

✝️he grew up desensitized to blood and gore, so he's confused when you're screaming and crying. Why are you doing that? Don't you know that this is what happens to bad spouses? What do you mean you're not married either? ofcourse you are. Stop being so difficult...

✝️nobody blinks an eye when he strides into town with you on a collar and leash. And that's when you realized, you should have left earlier. Because the whole town was sick in the head. It wasn't like you could call for help because he fucking destroyed your electronics and the people don't even have phones. Something about wifi signals can brainwash you

✝️ he's whipped for you, that much you can obviously tell. but he's smarter than he looks. Eating dinner with his family is just painful,since all they talk about is God god god. It hurts your ears with how often they just Randomly start singing praises. It's bad enough they force you to watch their cult church activities...

✝️if you give in to his demands, he'll let you off the leash but you have to stay close by at all times. If you don't, he'll have to make his punishments a little more extreme. There's also a possibility he'll force you to help around the town. whether that be looking after the children or just running around doing errands. The shock bracelet on your ankle stops you from running into the woods..

✝️if you don't, well.. you wouldn't mind if you became permanently handicapped right?

"don't be so difficult sweetie.. just stay still and it'll cut right through okay?'

[missmaymay13]

room for one more - m.celebrini & w.smith

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m.celebrini x fem!reader & w.smith platonic | 1k

Summary: when will's date doesn't go as planned and he crashes date night for macklin

masterlist

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The apartment smelled like garlic, tomato, and love. I had just pulled the lasagna out of the oven, my oven mitts covered in little strawberries, and Mack was setting the table with a kind of clumsy charm that always made me grin. He was trying to be precise, lining the forks up perfectly, but every so often he’d bump one slightly out of place with those big hockey hands of his and mutter something like, “Dang it,” under his breath.

Our playlist was on in the background, low and mellow, the kind of indie love songs that made me want to sway in the kitchen with him. And for a few blissful minutes, that’s exactly what we did. He came up behind me while I was wiping the counter, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head, whispering something corny about me being the best chef in the world. I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. We danced there, barefoot and swaying, just the two of us in our little bubble of coziness.

Just as we sat down with our plates full, a knock echoed through the apartment. Mack and I both turned our heads.

“Are you expecting someone?” I asked, already rising, my napkin sliding off my lap.

He shook his head, brow furrowed. I opened the door to find Will standing there, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes wide and red-rimmed, and none of the usual fun, bubbly, giggly, smiley Will anywhere to be found. My heart dropped.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Oh, Will,” I murmured, stepping aside without even asking. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Mack was already on his feet when Will stepped inside. “What happened, man?”

Will shrugged, and it was almost worse than if he’d cried. “Date was... bad. Really bad. She spent half the time on her phone, and then said I was 'too nice.' Like that’s a dealbreaker or something.”

I glanced at Mack, who was already moving to grab a third plate. We didn’t need to speak. We had our unspoken language. Mom and dad mode: activated.

“Well, lucky for you, I made enough lasagna to feed a small village,” I said, guiding Will to the table. “Sit. You need carbs and comfort. And maybe a hug.”

Will gave me a grateful look and sank into the chair. I could see the weight of the night in his posture, the slump of his shoulders. He looked exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical tiredness, like he was carrying the rejection around in his chest, pressing down with every breath.

Mack heaped a generous portion of lasagna onto Will’s plate while I fetched one of Mack’s comically oversized hoodies—one of those ridiculously soft ones he wore after games. I handed it to Will with a smile.

“Go change, get comfy. You’re staying here tonight.”

“I don’t want to crash your night,” he started.

I gave him a look. “You are not crashing anything. You’re our favorite third wheel.”

Mack nodded solemnly. “We were actually just saying we wished someone would interrupt our romantic night with a lasagna emergency.”

That finally got a small laugh out of Will. He took the hoodie and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he looked ten times cozier and maybe a little less like his heart had been stepped on. His damp hair curled slightly, and he looked younger, softer somehow.

We put on the cheesiest rom-com we could find—Mack's idea, surprisingly, and not mine. Will curled up on the couch between us, a tub of ice cream in his lap, a blanket thrown over all three of us. Mack rested his feet on the coffee table and I tucked my legs up, leaning into his side. Will was quiet at first, barely touching the ice cream, staring ahead like he wasn’t really seeing the screen.

But little by little, the movie did its job. He started to laugh at the dumb jokes, snorted when a character tripped over a dog leash, even groaned when the predictable kiss-in-the-rain scene came on. He even made fun of the plot, which is how I knew he was starting to feel like himself again. At one point, Mack reached over and ruffled his hair.

“You’re not too nice, man. You’re just real. Anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to know you.”

Will blinked a few times too fast and nodded. “Thanks.”

I reached over and gave his knee a squeeze. “You’re gonna find someone who actually thinks your stupid little jokes are funny. Just wait.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Hope she likes hockey.”

“She better,” Mack muttered, “or I’m vetoing her.”

When the movie ended, we didn’t even bother moving. Mack grabbed more blankets, and I brought out extra pillows, and we built the coziest little couch nest you could imagine. We started a second movie—something equally cheesy and predictable—and all three of us melted into the cushions. Will ended up with his head on Mack’s shoulder and his feet on my lap, and at some point, he passed me the ice cream without a word like it was a peace offering.

As the second movie dragged on, the atmosphere shifted into something softer, sleepier. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering screen and the tiny string lights we had hung up months ago and never took down. I yawned and leaned into Mack, who kissed my forehead without looking away from the screen.

I thought briefly about setting up the guest room, but looking at the two boys I loved in such different ways snuggled up like overgrown puppies, I didn’t have the heart to move anyone. Will’s breathing had gone even and deep, and Mack’s arm was heavy around my shoulder.

Mack kissed the top of my head as the credits rolled. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” I murmured, eyes already heavy.

And with Will snoring gently beside us and a faint smell of garlic still in the air, we all fell asleep like that—safe, full, and loved. Just three people on a couch, wrapped up in warmth and friendship, and the kind of quiet that only comes when you know you're not alone.

[peachsayshi]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ when gojo has a crush on geto's childhood best friend (pt. 2)

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

ೃ⁀➷ notes: please read part one here. my baby boy is so sweet and sincere when he's love, even though it's doesn't always come across that way x

ೃ⁀➷ tags: angst and fluff; unrequited(ish) love; pining; hurt/comfort

♡ satoru gojo was not your type. he was cocky, arrogant, obnoxious, childish and a slew of other things that you found deeply unattractive in a man his age. he somehow always manages to take everything just a little too far for your liking. his extroverted persona a bit too overwhelming for you. suguru went on and on about him, but you really couldn't see the appeal. nor could you understand what drew suguru so deeply to him.

♡ okay, maybe he's just awkward, you think. after watching this tall, muscular man walk directly into a closed door mid-conversation. he banged his face so hard against it, he made a funny noise, and you had to suppress a laugh. "are you okay?" you asked concerned, and the man simply grumbled a yes as his cheeks turned a bright pink. it's the first time you saw him blush, and your heart fluttered at the sight.

♡ "look, I know he can be a lot, but you know he's my best friend. other than you, he's the only person I would give my life for," suguru stated honestly. you were both conversing over a tub of ice cream. you were sitting cross legged on the sofa, digging your spoon into the ice cream angrily. satoru made an inappropriate joke in front of everyone that humiliated you. you did not appreciate it one bit. you rolled your eyes and left in a bitter mood. suguru stopped by your place with the ice cream trying to console you.

♡ satoru's face visibly falls when you reject hanging out with him for a movie. two tickets in his hand that he pinches together. it was his way of apologizing apparently, but you were not going to entertain the idea of spending anytime alone with him. "look," you respond with a sigh, "I forgive you, okay? but I'm busy tonight.". it seems your follow up sparked something inside him. he lifts up his face, a small smile highlighting those annoyingly handsome features. "wait, so we are cool? you aren't mad about what I said?" he asks. you exhale, "yeah, we are cool."

♡ "I think you're being really hard on him," suguru stated casually. your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "the guy is obviously making an effort to get along with you, and you keep shutting him down". you stared at your best friend with accusing eyes. "why are you taking his side?" you replied with frustration. suguru gave you a knowing look. "I am not taking sides. but I will defend either of you if necessary." you reached for your arm and pinched it with slight shame. you didn't realize how difficult you were being. "just go easy on him," suguru added on. "if not for his sake, then at least for mine. I just want you guys to get along..."

♡ surprisingly, things started going really well with satoru after you began making the conscious effort to do so. you could even say that you both were starting to become friends. satoru revealed that he was actually quite smart when you both were alone together and not in front of a crowd. he's also insanely talented but downplayed himself quite frequently and nonchalantly. his confidence, his real confidence, about his talents and wits was always subdued. you wondered if the persona he puts on for people is to simply hide away this part of himself. your heart started to expand and contract tightly when you listened to him spitball on some random scientific fact mid-discussion. satoru's incessant chatter not so annoying to you after all. as a matter of fact, he actually had a really nice voice when he was speaking calmly. at one point, he smiled and mumbled that he needed to learn to shut up. he casually ran his long, slender fingers through his snowy hair and gave you a bashful glance. your heart pattered a little faster. he can be really cute when he wants to be.

♡ you're spending a lot more time alone with him. and it's nice. like really, really nice. he's bloomed into someone unexpected. someone that catches your eye in an entirely different way. you do eventually agree to watch a movie together. the two of you were snuggled close in the theatre, sharing a bowl of popcorn. at one point you both reached for the bucket at the same time, the warmth of satoru's touch grazing over your fingers and making your thighs tremble. "sorry," he whispered as he casually lifts his hand, but his hot breath fans your cheek. you gazed up to see that his face is quite close to yours, your eyes falling to his pretty lips then back up to the sparkling blues. "i-it's okay," you answer, taken aback by the proximity of him in your space. you fold your arms over your belly swimming with butterflies, suddenly too aware of your own emotions to eat anymore.

♡ you're falling for him, when did that start happening?

♡ oh. you like him. you like him more than you should. you haven't even told suguru about it and it's eating you up inside. you haven't even admitted it out loud to yourself and that makes you scared. but you can't stop looking at him. he looks so good in his outfit - dressed to kill, and capturing everyone's attention at the party. "who are you staring at?" shoko asks. you try to brush it off, but utahime points out the obvious. suddenly you're bombarded with questions, your words failing you as you try to give an explanation.

♡ they don't accuse you, but they are curious and their wonder spins into hundreds of questions. everyone knows that you didn't like satoru gojo. what suddenly changed?

♡ "satoru is really sweet, but...he's not my type..." you blurt out in an attempt to save yourself and to give yourself some space from the weight of your realization. but only then do you see the girl's expression drop as both their eyes look above your head.

♡ satoru looks back at you crestfallen, having clearly heard what you just said. no, you think, no no no.

♡ he tugs at his collar, "excuse me-" he states as he spins on his heel. you all watch him disappear, and you're suddenly standing there wishing that the ground will swallow you whole. suguru asks the girls to give you both some privacy. the two of you stand in silence for a bit, and you realize that your best friend is giving you a chance to catch your breath. "I have to go talk to him," you blurt out, a sense of panic in your eyes. suguru just smiles. he knows you so fucking well. he takes the drink from your hand and gestures towards the door with the tilt of his head.

♡ "satoru..." you call out quietly, finding him seated outside. he doesn't react like usual, just stares at the ground before clearing his throat. he wipes his hands on his thighs and stands upright, his broad shoulders slumping. he turns around to face you, and the expression makes your brows furrow with concern. "you don't have to say anything," he explains.

♡ he stands upright, slides both his hands in his pockets and exhales in defeat. "I think it's fairly obvious that I like you. But they're just feelings right? It'll go away. I don't want to keep bothering you or wasting your time..." "satoru..." you interrupt.

"you clearly don't feel the same way, and I-I don't want to come across as a creep or make you feel uncomfortable..." "satoru, please" you beg, taking a step closer. "look, it's fine..." he says with a big grin, his eyes glossy and making you ache. "I'm a big boy, I can take rejection..." "it's not fine," you murmur with a shake of your head. "I have clearly been forcing this, making up stories in my own head. I shouldn't...I shouldn't keep taking up your precious time..." he walks up two steps, ready to bypass you but you quickly loop your arm around his bicep and tug him back. "wait-" you stammer, and he halts. frozen, you gaze at each other in contemplation. your other hand reaches for his jaw, and his body stiffens against your touch. "just...wait..." you softly add on, trying to rationalize your own feelings and what this could all mean. you tilt your head up, your thumb outlining his jaw. your eyes fall to his parted lips, your own seeking him out. you kiss him sweetly, apologetically, affectionately.

satoru is stunned. his eyes fall hazy like he can't believe what just happened. he looks so cute that you can't help but smile, your thumb moves to swipe the lipstick over his bottom lip.

"I-..." he mumbles dreamily, slowly angling his body in your direction. he gulps down the raw hurt. "I thought I'm not your type..."

"you're not," you answer back cheekily, your arms moving to circle around his neck while his own hands find your hips. "but I think that's exactly why I like you. you're everything I didn't expect."

his forehead drops against yours as a wave of relief washes over him. "you like me?"

you nip at your bottom lip, teasing the tip of his nose with yours. "yeah," you answer a little breathlessly, before smiling into another kiss "I really do."

♡ when suguru wakes up the next morning, the first text he receives is from satoru. after you both disappeared from the party last night, he had to follow up.

suguru: let me guess, did you both kiss and make up? satoru: I just left her place, heading back to mine now. suguru: spare me any gross details please. satoru: I feel like I am dreaming. last night wasn't real suguru: pretty real, bud. so, don't fuck it up. satoru: just pinch me when you see me, alright? I need to make sure.

[sugurusfavemonkey]

CALL IT FATE - PROLOGUE: KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR

summary: your roommate left and the bills were staring to pill up when three knocks to your door bring you Ino Takuma: say hello to your new roommate. The easygoing boy quickly worms his way into your life and heart. pairing: Ino Takuma x reader word count: 1.3k contents: college AU, short series, afab!reader, fluff, some crack, cursing, miscommunication (you think Ino is gay), strangers to friends to lovers (and they were roommates!), smut to come in future chapters (MDNI)!

prologue || chapter one

"What do you mean you're moving?!" you bellow, throwing your hands up in disgruntlement as you walk back and forth through your living room.

"I know it's sudden, but-" your roommate tries to chime in from her spot on the couch, shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself look smaller and hands splayed together on top of her thighs.

"Sudden is right. I'm not saying I'm not happy for you, but you could at least have let me know in advance, you know? I mean, a little room to breathe would've been nice." you keep on rambling.

"I'm so sorry! It's just... we've been dating for a few years now and when she asked me to move in with her I just- what was I supposed to do?"

"Say yes?" at that you finally stop, one hand running over your face, "and then ask for a little time so your roommate doesn't get swarmed in debt."

Utahime has the chagrin to stay quiet while you let your frustration out. Glancing at her from between your splayed fingers, your own shoulders fall, defeated. You walk to the couch and let yourself fall down beside her with a deep sigh, head lazily lolling back against the worn-out cotton.

"I can't afford this place on my own and we're in the middle of the semester, how am I supposed to find anyone?"

"I'm sorry." she tries one more time, softly.

You turn your head to face your ex-roommate and reach for her hand, a small if not bittersweet smile on your lips.

"I really am happy for you, Hime."

"I know."

"Ugh! The commute back and forth to campus has been taking me ages. I haven't had the time to skate in... forever!" Ino Takuma whined to his aloof blond friend, head falling down against the table wooden top with a smack.

Nanami scowled in disgust, who knows how many people have done god knows what against that same table top but showed no other reaction to Ino's dramatic display. He kept on politely munching on the surprisingly good sandwich he had just bought at the campus cafeteria.

The unlikely duo had come to be when Ino had been a freshman at Jujutsu Tech and desperately needed help in one of the general courses. With the pending prospect of failing his class, he finally sought out tutoring. Cue in Nanami Kento, a junior with one of the highest GPAs in the school who offered tutoring lessons for extra credit.

Takuma had instantly latched onto Kento, his admiration and high regard evident through his constant praise of the slightly older man. And Nanami try as he might couldn't help but cave in under Ino's unrelenting enthusiasm because, as cold as he may seen, he has a soft heart underneath.

"You think maybe I could get a spot in one of the units closer to the campus?" his voice comes out muffled.

"We're in the middle of the semester, Ino. I doubt there's anyone interested in-" Nanami cuts himself off when an abrupt memory flashes in his head.

"You're right." Takuma lifts his head up and sighs, taking a large bite of his own sandwich and chewing thoughtfully.

"No, no. I just remembered something. Believe it or not a friend recently had her girlfriend move in with her. Her roommate could be looking for a new tenant." Nanami puts his sandwich down and reach for a napkin, meticulously cleaning his fingers before picking up his cellphone and scrolling through it.

"You're joking?" The brunet visibly perks up, his entire demeanor shifting, eyes wide and lips splitting into a wide grin.

"Not at all." Nanami replies mindlessly as he starts typing on his phone.

Meanwhile, Ino's eyes grow distant as his head spirals into different thoughts and plans, "that's like... it's gotta be destiny or something like that, right?!"

Just then Nanami's phone chimes with three consecutive pings.

"Yes. Very fortuitous indeed. They are in fact looking for a roommate. Here, I'll send you the address."

After your roommate left for good, everything seemed to be going downhill.

Five out of the six jobs you applied to had reached back out only to let you down, you missed the deadline to an important project in one of your classes, you accidentally washed a red pair of panties along with the white clothing ending up with a bunch of pink pieces instead and, to make matters worse, the heater broke down just as the temperature started dropping.

You were in the middle of a break down when there were three knock to the door.

Your spine went rigid, cold sweat running down your back, immediately assuming the worse. Murphy's Law has been theorized for a reason after all.

"Well, better nip it in the bud." you mumbled before lifting yourself up from your laid out position on the floor with a grunt and some joints popping.

As you open the door you're surprised to find a boy you're pretty sure you've seen in passing across the campus standing with his hands in his pockets. He is handsome in a boyish way and you can't help but appreciating his big dark eyes and disheveled brown hair.

"Can I help you?" you ask after a few seconds of awkward silence as he stares at you with wide eyes.

"Uhm... yes! Yes. I, well, you see, I was complaining about the loooooong time it takes to and fro from my apartment to campus and how I no longer have time to do anything, it's really annoying because I like to skate and chill with my friends sometimes, you know? And then Nanami, who's whip-smart, reminded me we're in the middle of the semester so chances were I would be stuck there at least until it ended. But suddenly he remembered a friend of his had just had her girlfriend move in with her so now her girlfriend's roommate could be seeking another roommate! So he reached out and turns out, she is! I mean, was. If she takes me, that is. No! Wait, I mean, if you take me."

You blink owlishly as your brain struggles to comprehend the influx of words being thrown at you at breakneck speed, "what?"

"Damn," he sighs and looks down, wincing at his own frenzy, "I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let me start over," the boy fixes his posture and tries again, "hi, I'm Ino Takuma. I heard you were looking for a roommate and I wanted to apply for the position!" He punctuates his sentence with a charming smile that had no business being as cute as it is.

You introduce yourself with a chuckle.

"I am looking for a roommate. You said Nanami sent you? The blond guy with the glasses and a penchant for weird patterns?"

"Yes! That's definitely him."

"We may not be close, but I know for sure that's the most trustworthy guy on campus."

"He really is. Nanami is like the most amazing guy I ever met. He's so smart and cool. And handsome too!" Ino says dreamily, a bit too dreamily for it to pass as only admiration and you feel yourself growing a bit less tense, letting go of the door you were halfway hiding behind.

Sharing your housing with a man would be a risky venture at the very least but if said man played for the same team? maybe that could work.

"I'm not gonna lie, you've come at the right time." You admit, glancing at him from below your lashes. He seems to falter for a second, but recover just as quick.

"See! It's like fate!" his overexcited reaction has your smile growing, Ino has this endearing quality to him that immediately lowers your defenses.

"Fate." You nod your head, lost in your own head.

"So?"

"Oh, yeah! Right! Come on in. Let's chat about this."

next

taglist: @lavenderdaydream97 @ilovemyhusbandnanami @iluvmusicxoxo @tunnelvisionlove @sweetwonieee - I went ahead and tagged those who showed interest in the drabble that lead to this series as well as those who asked for it, hope you don't mind (and if you do just let me know and I'll take you out) <3

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[hikidoll]

୨ৎ ˚ 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!

satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori

୨ৎ satoru gojo

accidentally makes you cry like.. way too often.. usually because he’ll make a joke and you take the wrong way.

dont worry- he makes up for it in full.

while he isn’t the best at providing comfort through words. he’ll apologize through expensive gifts, or taking you out for a date at a nice restaurant.

“listen- i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean it like that, i swear..” he says frantically as mascara streams down your face.

he’ll wrap you up in a big hug, pulling you flush against his chest. “it’s okay, baby. you know i love you, right?”

of course, he tells his best wingman. geto facepalms, “that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, satoru.” he mutters, the second-hand embarrassment evident in the way his nose scrunches as he cringes.

if someone else says something that hurts you, you best bet that if you tell gojo, they’ll regret it. gojo can be rather petty and vindictive when it comes to defending his sweet girl.

“i joke around a lot, but i’m serious about you, okay? promise.”

୨ৎ suguru geto

he has a natural calmness that helps keep you grounded when you start to get overwhelmed.

if you’re feeling overstimulated that day, he’ll run you a bath, cook you dinner, anything he can do to make you feel less overwhelmed and at peace. “let me handle it, okay?” he murmurs softly, before gently ushering you back into bed.

if anyone ever pokes fun at your sensitivity, he’ll be the first to remind you that’s what makes you special.

“don’t listen to people like that. they don’t know you like i do, doll.”

he’s always looking out for you, making sure people don’t take advantage of your kind nature.

if you needed it, he could listen to you for hours.

“never apologize for feeling. it’s what makes you human… and what makes you so easy to love.” he whispers, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb.

୨ৎ megumi fushiguro

he may not be the best at communicating or expressing his own emotions, but he is surprisingly empathetic. most of the time he can tell something’s wrong before you say it.

he’d die before breaking a promise to you.

he knows loud environments can be overwhelming for you sometimes, and he feels the same as well. you two often leave functions early together, retreating to the quiet of his apartment.

he keeps note of things that cheer you up, like cute stuffed animals, or your favorite snacks. if he knows you’re feeling extra sensitive, he’ll stop by and drop you off some comfort items.

“no, you’re not too sensitive.” he murmurs, gently rubbing your back as you sob next to him. “did someone tell you that? who was it?” he asks, his expression turning more serious.

regardless of how much of a crybaby you are, he finds it endearing how you express yourself freely, something he’s always envied about you.

“you’re stronger than anyone i know, okay? don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”

୨ৎ yuji itadori

he’s a master at cheering you up. he always knows the right joke to crack to make you smile, the right things to do to get you back into a good mood.

he’s not afraid to make an absolute fool of himself if it means he can make you laugh.

“let’s head home, yeah? i’ve got a tub of ice cream waiting for us in the freezer!” he says with a cheerful smile, patting you gently on the back as he tries to race you back to the car.

he’s your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up whenever you feel insecure.

he gives the best hugs ever.

if someone upsets you, he is quick to defend you. he’s not usually confrontational, but if it’s about you, he’ll stand his ground. “hey, that’s not okay dude. apologize.”

“too much for me? hun, nothing is too much for me. especially not you, sweet girl.” he says softly with a small smile, before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

he always talks about you to his friends, singing your praises like you’re his queen. “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. really.”

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6. The Confrontation

wc- 3.4k // main masterlist // go greek! masterlist // tw: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

“And then I said, 'baller?' I hardly know her!” Johnny said, laughing at his own joke like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He hasn’t asked you a single question about yourself in the last fifteen minutes, having been talking about whatever shenanigans he and his frat brothers have been getting up to. 

Listening to Johnny monologue like this is torture, but you know this is all part of your and Wade’s plan. Johnny is only here to make the SAE guys jealous, and you don’t have to be truly interested in him for that. He just has to be hot, and he certainly checks that box.

It was surprisingly easy to get a date with him. It turns out being a frat sweetheart makes you a hot commodity, and maybe the whole good-girl/frat-guy dynamic does it for them. You met him for coffee in the student lounge, which is the perfect first date spot, especially for your plan. Casual enough because he has as much personality as a matchstick, but it's also public enough to show him off.

“What did you say your major was?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze. 

You carried on the dull conversation, deciding to focus more on his biceps under his shirt sleeves to keep yourself interested. To your surprise, he turns things around and starts to ask you some questions. Eventually, you find yourself somewhat enjoying your conversation with him. He’s still an asshole, no doubt, but maybe he will be tolerable enough to fake-date for a while. 

After a while spent at the cafe, you tell him you have to get going, and Johnny asks if he can walk you home. It’s a simple gesture, but you think it’s nice that he wants to spend more time with you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he’s just buttering you up so he can sleep with you, but you’ll deal with that issue if it arises. For now, you’ll think of him as a gentleman.

As you walk, he points out his favorite places on campus. “This is where the guys and I play Spikeball. I’m really good if you ever want to watch me play,” he says. “And over here is the tree we made that pledge sleep in for the weekend.”

By the time you reach your building, your cheeks hurt from fake-smiling, and your neck aches from nodding along. 

“Are you busy tonight? I’d like to see you again,” Johnny says. Just as planned.

“Actually, my frat is throwing a party. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “You’re inviting me to an SAE party? You know those guys don’t really like us,” he says, referring to the Pike brothers. 

“That’s just because they don’t know you,” you say, inwardly cringing at how you sound. 

“I’d love to come. Show them how to really party,” he smiles. If nothing else, he has a pretty face. 

“I’ll see you then. You have my number,” you say, returning his smile before turning to scan your keycard and disappear into the building.

Once away from Johnny, you take a deep breath. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. He’s not really your type, but he’ll be good enough for what you need him for. You feel a bit guilty for playing with him like this, but you suspect that he wouldn’t take it too personally if he found out. Being used as arm candy is like every guy’s dream.

You hurry up to your room, and as soon as you flop onto your bed, you give Wade a call.

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” he says.

“Hi, Wade. I just got back from my date with Johnny.”

“And when’s the wedding? What color should I get my tie?”

You roll your eyes. “Hilarious. I invited him to the party tonight, so hopefully, everything will work out the way we want it to.”

“I really don’t know why you’re going through all this trouble. There is a perfectly eligible bachelor right here who would love to fake-date you. Or real-date you. Whatever you’re down for.”

“You’d never be able to look at me the same,” you laugh.

“Not even friends with benefits?” 

You ignore his poor attempt at flirting. “What’s the next step here?”

“You need to really play up our relationship at the party. The guys won’t care that you barely know each other. All they’ll see is their girl getting a little too up-close and personal with a Pike guy and they’ll lose their shit.”

You sit up on your bed and put your phone on speaker so you can rest your head in your hands. “Okay, but Wade, I don’t want there to be any fighting. They can get jealous and mad and whatever, but I don’t want anyone to fight with Johnny just because of me.”

You can picture it now. Bucky getting in his face, Steve rushing to protect you, Frank and Logan willing to punch that douche bag for touching you. It would turn ugly quickly, and you doubt Johnny could take on at least four guys at once. You’d hate to see him get hurt just because he’s a pawn in your little plan.

“I’ll cut Bucky off after three drinks, then,” Wade responds. “So what are you wearing tonight?”

The theme for the party is sports, and everyone will be wearing a jersey of their choosing. A lot of the guys in SAE are on sports teams, and you were having a difficult time picking which one of their jerseys you would wear, but Johnny solves that problem. 

“I texted Johnny, and he said I could wear his soccer jersey,” you tell Wade.

You can hear him suck air through his teeth. “That’s like a dog pissing on another dog’s fire hydrant. Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Now it’s Wade’s turn to question this plan.

“I’m really trying to sell it.”

“You’re really trying to get Johnny skinned alive.”

You sigh. “Am I crazy? Is this a bad idea?”

“Crazy, maybe, but guys are stupid and if you want them to make a move, they need a kick in the ass.”

You nod even though Wade can’t see you. You know he’s right, even if it does make you feel a bit guilty.

After you hang up with Wade, you spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on homework so you can fully recover from the inevitable hangover you’ll have this weekend. Then you shower, taking extra care to shave everything and style your hair perfectly so you can be as irresistible as possible to Johnny. 

You’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you get a text from Johnny telling you that he’s outside your building. You quickly gather all of your things and rush out, not wanting to keep him waiting. You throw on a t-shirt, not caring what it is, because you’ll be replacing it with Johnny’s jersey.

When you get outside, you find Johnny leaning up against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He looks up and grins when he sees you. You know you look good, and he tells you so.

“You’re gonna make all those guys jealous,” Johnny chuckles. He’s more right than he could know.

He hands you his jersey, and, boldly, you change in front of him. You take your t-shirt off, exposing the pale lace of your bra. Johnny tries to be respectful and not look, but you saw him catch a glimpse as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“How do I look?” you ask, adjusting the jersey.

“You already looked great, but you look even better wearing my number,” he smirks.

He slings an arm over your shoulders, and you start to walk towards the SAE house. As you walk, Johnny talks about something, but you’re too busy thinking about the night to come to pay attention. You feel giddy imagining the reactions of the guys when they see you.

Time seems to stop when you walk into the house with Johnny, wearing his name on your back. Frank is the first one of the guys to spot you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he takes in the sight in front of him, but he doesn’t say any of the rude remarks that are surely brewing in his mind. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says instead. 

“Hi, Frank!” you say cheerfully, ignoring the sour look on his face. “I want you to meet Johnny!”

Frank gives Johnny a curt nod but doesn’t extend his hand for the other to shake. You can tell he’s getting possessive, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You excuse yourself and move further into the party, looking to get similar reactions from the others.

You find Wade next, but he doesn’t approach you. He gives you a smile and a thumbs up from across the room, which makes you giggle. Turning your attention back to Johnny, you look up at him.

“Could you get me a drink?” you ask, yelling over the music.

“For sure,” he smiles back.

He leaves your side and heads into the kitchen, allowing you a moment to talk to Wade.

“You’re going to get that poor boy killed,” Wade says.

“Relax, everything’s going to be fine,” you reassure. 

“Really?” he asks, “Because Sam is on his way over here and he looks pissed.”

You turn to see Sam, dressed in jeans and a football jersey, approaching. When you look back, you find Wade missing. He left you alone to deal with Sam yourself.

“Sam!” you greet.

“What the fuck is Johnny Storm doing here?” he asks. 

You blink up at him, trying your best to play dumb. “I brought him.”

At that, Sam’s eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of Johnny’s jersey on you. His face twists even more.

“He’s from Pike,” Sam says. “Those guys aren’t allowed at our parties.” It sounds incredibly petty when he says it out loud, and you get the sense that he feels the same. 

“I didn’t know,” you lie. “Sorry, Sam.”

“Hey!” you hear Johnny call. Saved by the bell. “I got you some punch.” Johnny joins you at your side and hands you a cup of blue punch that smells more like alcohol than fruit. “Hey, man,” he says, now talking to Sam. “I’m Johnny.”

“I know,” Sam replies shortly. 

“Sam,” you say, urging him to be kind. “He’s my date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Date? Does Steve know about this?”

That makes you want to throw your drink in his face. This is what you wanted to happen, but you didn’t realize how much it would get under your skin. “I didn’t know I had to get Steve’s approval.”

Deciding you’re done with the conversation, you grab Johnny’s hand and drag him away, ignoring his questions. You end up in the living room, and you grab a spot on the couch where you can enjoy your drinks in peace. You stretch the truth and reassure Johnny that Sam is just protective. The peace only lasts for a few minutes before the good-cop, cop-bad cop duo interrupts.

Your attention is brought away from Johnny when you hear Steve say your name. He and Bucky are standing in front of you, towering over where you sit. They both have their arms crossed and scowls on their faces, clearly trying to intimidate your date. You find it funny how quickly word of Johnny’s presence traveled throughout the house. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask them. 

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” Bucky says. “Your little date needs to fuck off.”

“What?” you scoff. “You can’t kick him out.”

“Our party, our rules.”

Finally having had enough, Johnny stands up and steps into Steve and Bucky’s space. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is-”

“You’re our problem, pal,” Steve says. “Last year, you and your Pike brothers did $400 of damage at a party and refused to pay up. You think we forgot about you and Maximoff crashing through the glass door?”

Johnny laughs in their faces. “You’re icing me out because of a door? That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Laugh about it all you want, you’re still not staying,” Bucky says, refusing to back down. You feel bad that you brought Johnny here, knowing this is how it would end up. 

“If he goes, I go too,” you say, standing up to join the confrontation. 

“What the hell are you doing with him in the first place?” Steve asks you. Now you’re in the hot seat, and you have three people eager to know your intentions. 

“We were having fun before you guys decided to be dicks.”

“Fun? Sure, let’s go with that,” Steve starts. “How long until fun ends with you on your knees?”

Suddenly, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Even Bucky looks shocked at what Steve said. You’ve never heard Steve say anything like that before, never would have expected it. Maybe from Bucky, but Steve has been nothing but kind to you. Steve’s nice to everyone.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Johnny says, his defense of you unexpected. 

“Don’t bullshit me and try to say you’re looking for anything else,” Steve says, doubling down. “Leave her the hell alone and get out.”

“Steve-” Bucky tries to interject, but Johnny and Steve ignore him.

“Oh, I get it. You’re jealous that I’m getting what you’re not.” Your eyes snap to Johnny, and your shock is evident on your face. It’s like you’re watching a game of tennis and the ball is digs at you.

“We’re just looking out for her.”

“Nah, you’re pissed that I have her all to myself. Next time she is on her knees, I’ll be sure to send you a picture so you can see what you’re missing.”

You have no idea where this is coming from. You and Johnny have been on one date, and you’ve certainly never had sex. Maybe this is just what happens when douchebags feel threatened. You didn’t think Johnny was a bad guy, but maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you thought. Maybe the same applies to Steve.

Bucky steps forward and grabs Johnny by the collar. He pulls him close and says something you can’t hear, but you can tell from the look on both of their faces that it wasn’t kind. Bucky lets go, shoving him back and sending Johnny stumbling.

He looks over to you, face twisted in an angry expression. “Fuck you,” he says before storming out. Who knew Johnny was such a hot-head? You don’t blame him for blaming you for this. It is your fault, after all. 

After Johnny leaves, the attention is on you. They both stand, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation. 

“What the hell?” Bucky asks. “Out of all people, you pick that asshole?”

You roll your eyes. You didn’t come into this looking for an argument, but that’s where this is headed. “Like you two are saints. I can date whoever I want, and you two don’t have a say.”

“So you’re dating him? Because it seems like you might have just broken up.” 

“Why would you even want a guy like that, anyway?” Steve chimes in. “You deserve so much better.” His words could be kind if he didn’t say it like he was lecturing you.

“Oh, like you? Or maybe Bucky, or Matt, or Sam, or Joaquin. All the guys who flirt with me but who will never actually date me? Yeah, that sounds so much better.”

Bucky’s expression softens, but Steve’s jaw stays clenched hard. “Sweetheart,” Bucky says. It seems like there’s more; there should be more for him to say, but he doesn’t.

“You two need to figure your shit out,” you say. “Because I’m not going to let you string me along forever.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room. As soon as you turn your back on them, you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. That was way more of a scene than you wanted to make, especially with you at the center of it. You didn’t mean to say that they’re stringing you along, didn’t want to expose your feelings this way, but you suppose the cat is out of the bag now. You just hope this won’t have lasting effects on your relationship with everyone, but you have no idea how it wouldn’t.

You make your way outside and sit on the porch where you had your humiliating drunk night a few weekends ago. As you scroll on your phone to distract yourself from the racing thoughts and the tears that threaten to spill, you’re startled by a hand on your shoulder.

You look up and find Matt standing over you, a concerned look on his face. “I heard all the commotion. Are you okay?”

You sigh and, sensing that you want him to stay, Matt sits down next to you. “Bucky and Steve are assholes.”

Matt chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

You look over at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t act like you’re much better.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he smiles. “What are you talking about?”

“You flirt with me just as much as they do, and I don’t see you acting on it either.”

“Are you saying you want me to?” He asks with that head tilt that always infuriates you. He’s joking, teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. There’s no way he’s serious, but you find you have the urge to test how far he’ll take this.

“What would you say if I was?”

“Well,” he inches closer to you. “I’d remind you that you have a boyfriend.”

What? Oh. Johnny, right.

“Not my boyfriend. We’ve been on one date,” you tell him. “ And I doubt he’ll want to see me again after this.”

“Good to know,” he says with a smirk. “But I’m not really the rebound type.”

You roll your eyes and even though he can’t see it, his laugh tells you he got the vibe you were putting off. “Don’t bullshit me, Murdock. You’re the biggest slut here.”

“Slut?” he questions with a laugh. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It’s what I’ve heard. I’m just wondering if it’s true.”

The energy between you two has shifted from teasing to something more serious. He is so close to you, and you’re certain any passerby could tell what was happening just by seeing you two. Your eyes trace his plush lips and your fingers ich to reach out and touch him.

“You’re not worried about being with a slut?” he teases.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you say.

The slight smile on Matt’s lips falls as he leans in to kiss you. His fingertips brush against your cheek, holding your hair back to give him room to press his lips against yours. You allow yourself to get lost in the soft feeling of his lips on yours and the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and Johnny completely melt away.

The hand that’s not cupping your jaw travels over your thigh, teasing but respectful. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to escalate things, not wanting to take advantage of you in your vulnerable moment. Right now, you want nothing more than for Matt to make you forget about everything else.

“Matt,” you gasp when the kiss breaks to allow both of you a breath. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You sigh against his lips, debating on weather to take the leap with him or do the responsible thing and go home. In the back of your mind, you wonder if showing up with Johnny tonight had anything to do with Matt making a move on you. You have to remember to get Wade a fruit basket or something.

“Take me upstairs,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper but Matt hears you loud and clear.

He grabs your hand and this time he is the one leading you to his room. He pushes through the crowd of people in the living room and you don’t even notice Bucky, Steve, and Sam watching your ascent up the stairs. You giggle as you stumble up the stairs, holding onto the railing to prevent both of you from tumbling down.

When you reach his room, he kicks the door shut behind you and quickly has your back pressed against it where he resumes kissing you, though this time with more fervor. His hands grip tightly on your hips, keeping you upright as your knees threaten to give out. On the other side of this door is a complicated, messy hell of frat boys and drama, but this room is a sanctuary of Matt Murdock. 

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STORED DATABASE (1) - A Forsaken Fic

Heya so I decided to keep writing as the conclusion I reached was just people being people like to ruin things that other people like due to hate. I want to say I might be distancing myself away from knowing about these types of things and just focus on what makes me happy. Enjoy the chapter!

Okay so you already pinched yourself 3 times and it seems like you aren't waking up so it's probably a lucid dream.

Anyways you might be wondering what's happening? Right John Doe and Elliot sitting neatly on your bed as John Doe looks at Elliot confused and staring at your figure he shrugs and looks around commenting on your room "Nice Room... for a runt." You held out your hand in a pointing motion and pointed it at John Doe which he responded to holding up his hands well... a hand and a spike up in a defeated motion "Can't take a playful 'poke'..." He said in a joking manner "So uhm... Hey? Where are we exactly?" Elliot suddenly piped in as you thought about the situation what's happening right now as you paced back and forth between the door of your room.

Okay so you might be wondering what exactly happened after they appeared in your bedroom? Well, I'm your mind! Here to recount things you never needed to remember again... So as they appeared in your room a series of silly events happened that involved John Doe trying to murder you and Elliot which was scary in itself then suddenly as he tried to pierce your stomach with his giant spike he suddenly got flung into the wall of your bedroom knocking down some shelves and cabinets full of your precious well... Whatever you keep in those as you were more scared about your home you realized the things once destroyed started to rearrange itself in a neat manner not knowing what to do you made up a bluff that no one can do anything in this house without your permission and if you break a rule you immediately get punished via getting ragdolled into walls which to your Suprise both Elliot and John Doe believed so now they're both setting on your bed.

Back to the current time! As you completely ignored Elliot's questioned (Rude.) "So where are you guys from and how did you guys exactly... Arrive here?" You asked not like you didn't know already you just thought that having prior information about them without them knowing who you are is weird so might as well keep the appearance that you don't know them.

"Ask the twerp beside me." John Doe nudged Elliot beside him "I can barely remember anything besides killing them over and over again." To which Elliot replied with a nervous laugh as John Doe nudged him "Well! About that it's uh... Hard to explain if you can give me some tim-" You raised your hand in front of Elliot before he could ramble on "No need. You don't need to explain if you aren't ready yet... Anyways would you kindly lea-" You got interrupted as well. Karma's a bitch ain't it? You heard the door open behind you as you quickly looked to turn around to see someone peeking in, wait is that Noob?... Dear God.

Okay you tap your foot in hurry as you paced around your main living room which was enough to accommodate the whole Forsaken cast including the out of place Mafioso who just randomly decided to show up despite being a variation skin of c00lkidd. Chance piped up seeing you walking around the room in a hurry as a coping mechanism of how your life is ruined now. "Hey... Uh your name whatever mind you settle down?" Okay you gather your thoughts and say down sighing as Builderman started to talk "This might be stressful and surprising to see various people you don't know inside your home and people with alarming looks to top it off of." he said as he discreetly looked at killers who were surprisingly not murdering anyone at the moment not like they can but you're surprised an attempt hasn't been made considering some things. "But we mean no harm and we would like to not bother you but when we tried to leave the front door a random pop-up would appear saying that we don't have access to do so. Would you happen to know anything about it?" Then Shedletsky decided to squeeze in a comment that's stated in a lighthearted joking manner "Who would wanna leave anyway have you seen this house?" Builderman replied by quickly stomping on his foot which made him wince as he grumbled "Okay... Okay... I get it." You squeeze your eyes shut as you cover your face with your hands as you resist the urge to cry into them. "I tried it as well. It said I can't open the door for at least another 7 days. First things first who are you guys." Yeah, you aren't asking them you were demanding an answer.

As they all introduced each other you quickly gave them their own lodgings and places to stay good thing you have a lot... Well, more than enough guest rooms to accommodate them since it was relatively late anyway you were preparing to sleep before you felt a tap behind you which revealed to be Dussekar "In my own lair, where dreams take flight, can I wield the brush to color my night?" What is bro saying? You thought about it for a second then realized he meant if he could decorate his own room to which you replied to "Go ahead it's all yours anyway for the time being." He nodded promptly before slowly floating away into his own room and closing the door. This is going to be a long week.

After waking up and feeling shit like always you decided to do your daily routine and as you leave your room you see Chance on the side of your door as you stumbled upon him he immediately takes your hand into his and drags you somewhere "Hey you never told me you had this." He said with a chuckle "Had what?" He then reaches a door to which he opens which reveals a whole ass casino. Wait... What. The. Hell. "Right and in case you forgot the name's Chance the best gambler you'll ever see." He said with pride as he closed his eyes striked a cool pose and flipped a coin the coin landed it rolling tails did make it a bit silly, but you won't ruin his day so you didn't mention it as he hid the coin, you nervously laughed to see people working inside the casino yet no other gamblers or people are present. "Yeah... I totally had this since the start, but you never asked, nor do we totally know each other... Haha.haha." to which then Chance looks back at you saying " That's fair but... Wanna go round all the people up and have a nice fun day in the casino? Well, it's yours so it wouldn't be a problem to treat us, right?" You never owned a casino, so you have no idea, but you felt like you were about to faint but, you gave Chance a giant totally not fake smile. "Sure, go ahead! Go call them up I'll treat all of you to some fun." Chance wasted no time bolting out the door and probably waking everyone up to drag them into this. You glanced at one of the workers who noticed you and it seemed to be the same people who you would see in a Roblox game but humanized or some sort... The worker stared at you and waved giving a small smile. Yeah.

This is definitely going to be a long week.

Notes:

Guys I'm sick so I couldn't promise the bulk of chapters I've written but most of it is done anyway so expect day by day and a random two-time x reader to pop up one day. Excuse my writing if it's on the wobbly side as I said I feel like absolute bunz anyways hope you enjoy this chapter. I wonder what happens next, I totally can't see into the future or anything, but I think it's going to be a casino chapter...

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i cannot stop thinking about oblivious reader and remus where she’s talking about how she’s never been with anyone before bc no one likes her so remus is like i like you!! but she’s like haha ok yeah bc we are friends!! and he has to be like no i like you but she just thinks he’s taking piss but he’s actually being real with her i’m so 🤧

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cw: mention of alcohol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 870 words

“Ugh, they’re disgusting.” You take a sip of your drink, looking at James and Lily over the rim of your cup. Lily’s eating an ice cream sandwich she’d found in Sirius’ freezer, offering James bites while he traces lines between her freckles with his pinkie. “I want to be them so badly.” 

Remus hums. It’s the tail end of one of Sirius’ parties (or his soirees, as he insists upon calling them), and the atmosphere is heavy with a pleasant lethargy. The music is still playing from his record player, some slowish, bass-heavy rock, but most everyone has cleared out, and Sirius himself has fallen asleep on the opposite side of the couch from Lily and James, his mouth hanging open. 

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love,” you sigh. Remus turns to you, catching the longing in your look just before you hide it away. 

“You’ve never been in love?” he asks you. 

You give him a funny look. “No.” You shrug. “I’ve never dated anyone before.” 

Remus hadn’t known that. He has to remind himself, again, that he doesn’t know all that much about you. You’re new to their little group, a coworker of Lily’s that she’d started bringing around recently. Remus doesn’t know you very well, but he’s found the learning process surprisingly enjoyable. He likes being around you. 

“How’s that?” It slips out before he can think it through, brash and unlike him. He backpedals immediately. “Sorry, that was rude, I only meant that I’m a bit surprised. You don’t have to answer.” 

“No, it’s okay.” You give him a smile, infinite in your benevolence. “People just don’t seem to think of me that way. No one’s ever liked me.” 

You sound so casual about it, but Remus can’t help but think that must not be a nice way to think of yourself. He’s sure you’ve been considered romantically by plenty of people, even if they never had the guts to tell you about it. You’re lovely. You deserve to know it. 

He musters his courage. “I like you.” 

You laugh, and he thinks Sirius is going to have to mop his self-esteem up off the floor tomorrow morning as part of his party cleanup. 

“Thanks,” you say, “but you don’t count.” 

 Why the hell not?

“I mean, I’m glad you don’t mind me,” you go on, taking another sip of your drink, “but it’s different when you’re friends. I meant that nobody’s ever liked me, like, romantically.” 

You go a bit shy at the last word, self-consciousness pulling your shoulders almost imperceptibly upwards. Remus forgives your oversight instantly. 

“Do you really think it’s so unlikely that anyone could like you romantically?” he asks, refusing to lower his gaze even when you shrink a bit at the question. “You’re a catch, love, trust me.” 

You shake your head and smile, frustratingly good-natured. “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to date me.”

“Have to?” Remus’ voice rises incredulously. He glances towards James and Lily on the couch, lowering it. “I would love to.” 

“Ha ha,” you monotone, rolling your eyes and raising your cup to your lips. 

He can’t believe you think he’d joke about this. He can’t figure out what’s more cruel, the way you keep inadvertently shooting him down or the fact that you seem so heart-wrenchingly prepared to be made fun of. “I mean it.” Remus lets his voice drop into a more genuine register, and something in your look softens. “I would date you. I want to, if you do. You’re far from impossible to like.” 

Your lips actually part in surprise. “Seriously?” 

“Yeah, I…” He looks over at the couch, but James and Lily are effectively as dead to the world as Sirius, and at the volume you’re both speaking he doubts they’d be able to hear you over the music anyway. “I think you’re really lovely. I’ve been meaning to do something about it, I just…I didn’t know how. But would you want to?”

“To go on a date?” you ask, looking a bit dazed. Remus smiles, but before he can confirm you laugh at yourself, the sound rich and sweet as dark chocolate. “Sorry, that might be a stupid question. I haven’t done this before.” 

“I can’t believe that.” He shakes his head, astounded. For a girl like you to never get asked out? Well, it makes things a bit easier for him, jealousy-wise, but objectively it’s criminal. Remus supposes he’ll have to make up for it himself. “But yeah, I’d like to go on a date.” 

You nod, smile sticking on your face. “Me too. I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, finding that your smile seems to have stuck to him too. “Tomorrow, maybe? We could go for coffee.” He looks out the window behind you, where a faint line of gold on the horizon shows promise of sunrise. “I think we’ll both be needing it.” 

You laugh again. Remus decides that he likes it better than any song Sirius has played all night. “That sounds perfect. Thank you, Remus.” 

He’s not sure what you’re thanking him for. He’s the one who gets to take you to coffee tomorrow. He ought to be thanking you.