#Continued practice in trying to doodle quickly

[kelbunny]

Maybe OOC, but if other fandoms can take lines out of context for shipping purposes, I am allowed to as well.

[corrcdedcoffin]

──*ೃ༄ bad idea

jj maybank x fem!reader

enemies to lovers trope

request: no

summary: you and jj can’t stand each other, even more so when your friends suggest you’re secretly in love. little did either of you know that the simple suggestion would change everything for both you, leading to one of the best worst nights.

warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol + intoxication, smut, oral (m+f), p in v, light choking, hair pulling, mentions of jealousy, john b is referred to as a slut lol. slight angst at the end i guess?? i think that’s all lmk if i missed anything

although my posts are 18+, y’all probably don’t listen. you are responsible for the media you consume.

if there's one thing you could  count on jj maybank for, it was to be infuriating. it was like his sole purpose here on earth was to irritate the shit out of you. 

it started with the hammock. you'd gotten up and walked to the cooler that was literally five feet away from you, and grabbed a beer. when you turned around, he was in your spot and refused to move, claiming he had 'seniority'.

then it was his incessant interrupting, not just to you but to everyone. not only was it was annoying, but you found it rude. you'd gone into the house to get away before you started a fight with him. everyone was used to jj interrupting, knowing he never had the patience to wait his turn, or he'd forget what he had to say if he didn't get it out immediately. but you didn't care, not today, not ever.

you were lucky enough to get fifteen minutes of peace before he made his way inside, claiming he was only there for the bathroom and he didn't want to talk to you, only for him to linger inside on his way out. he stopped in the kitchen, picking up a pen and doodling on a receipt while whistling, loudly.

then he began clicking the pen non-stop.

releasing a deep breath through your nose, you tried to ignore it, repeating let it go to yourself like a mantra. it worked until he started whistling again.

"holy fuck, go outside!" you snapped.

jj's eyebrows raised in shock before a mischievous twinkle took place in his eyes. "yeah, i think you should. you're really bringing down my vibe, princess."

you scoffed, not bothering to look at him as you continued scrolling through your phone. you were disturbed when the pen jj was previously holding was tossed your way, hitting you in the chest and conveniently blowing up; leaving a long blue line and a giant blob of ink across your shirt.

he felt bad for a moment, he really did. up until you stood from the couch and threw the pen back at him ten times harder, followed by a pillow before stomping down the hall to john b's room while cursing his existence.

you hoped sarah had an extra shirt somewhere, but there was none. sighing, you grabbed a shirt from the dresser and quickly changed, using your ruined shirt to wipe the remaining ink off your skin. pissed was an understatement — that was one of your favourite shirts.

the shirt you grabbed was like a dress on you, and had a few stains. you tied it up and walked back out, scowling at jj as you walked past him. jj couldn't help the smile on his face.

"what?"

"nothing" he shrugged, still smiling.

"fucking freak" you muttered. he heard you, not like you were trying to be quiet, but he laughed, making you turn to him again; an exasperated look on your face asking for an explanation.

"it's just-" he chuckled, "that's my shirt."

you rolled your eyes and flipped him off before going back outside, making sure to let the door slam. it caught everyone's attention. they watched as you practically stomped back to the hammock in your fit of rage, afraid to ask what happened with the two of you alone in the house. john b even more so when he noticed you in jj's shirt.

"what hap—"

"don't" you said, holding a hand up to stop him.

there was an impromptu party at the boneyard that night. you'd stopped at home and grabbed different clothes and some makeup before going to sarah's to get ready with her and kiara. when you'd walked into her room, you caught them talking about you and jj.

"but seriously, is there something going on?" kiara asked straight up.

"yeah, y'all got some weird tension" sarah added.

you looked at them in disbelief. "are you kidding me right now? i hate the guy" you rolled your eyes, but they didn't buy it.

"come on!" sarah scoffed, "you guys are constantly 'fighting' and making each other mad, it's like you're 10 and on the playground trying to get your crush's attention."

"is not!"

"is too!" kiara laughed. "you guys are so ridiculous, it's actually really cute."

you couldn't believe them. there was no way they thought you and jj had a thing, or that you'd actually be into it. you could never. you despised him far too much, no matter how charming he could be.

"right! and then you came out in his shirt earlier, and john b was so convinced you'd hooked up—"

"okay, stop! nothing happened. nothing will ever happen, alright?"

they were silent for a moment before kiara asked, "so, then why were you in his shirt?"

you sighed in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "he threw a pen at me and it exploded. i still have a stain on my chest, look" you said, pulling your shirt down to show them. they didn’t see anything.

"besides," you added, "he's loud, obnoxious, plays with his hair way too much, and not to mention he's just flat out annoying."

they left you alone after that, but not before muttering that you'd be a cute couple. you rolled your eyes before moving to the mirror to get ready.

jj, pope, and john b had all stayed back at the chateau and ordered a pizza while waiting for you all, a similar conversation taking place.

"what if you just talk to her?" pope suggested.

"no. i don't wanna talk to her" jj shook his head, waving a hand in dismissal as he took a bite.

"riiight," pope dragged out, "that's why you follow her around everywhere and make it your life's mission to annoy her."

john b chuckled at that, earning a glare from jj. "i do not!"

"dude, you so do. it's very obvious" john b told him.

"no, i don't. she has no chill whatsoever, always worried about what she looks like, freaks out whenever there's the slightest mess, and she has a horrible sense of humour."

"wouldn't matter anyway" he added after a moment.

"why?"

"no pogue on pogue macking, duh!"

the pair rolled their eyes at the blond, ignoring his protests about having feelings for you. "since when do you follow the rules?" john b teased, earning a laugh from pope.

but jj just sat there, half eaten slice of pizza in hand as he thought about you differently. for a brief moment, he actually considered he might have underlying feelings for you. until they started laughing again.

there was no way. never in a million years would he have a crush on you.

the boneyard was packed when you'd got there. the plan was to meet the boys by the big fire, so that's where you all went from there hop. they were pretty easy to find, you just looked for the sluttiest dressed man (john b) and it was always who you needed.

jj's mind was still reeling over the idea of having a crush on you. it had been a solid three hours since the conversation, but he hasn't been able to drop it. even more so after seeing you now.

your hair was done, but it still held that slightly messy look you always had, and it looked good. you were wearing a nice shirt, and your belly ring was sparkling in the firelight. he noticed the rest of your body had a little shimmer to it as well; your stomach, arms and legs. for a brief moment, he wondered what the lotion smelled like, how soft it made your skin, and what it’d feel like beneath his fingertips.

so, he avoided you.

normally he would've tried a handful of ways to irritate you, but since he was under such scrutiny today, he left you alone. you were grateful.

you didn't want to speak to him either, especially after what sarah and kie had said. you were still shocked they'd even suggest that, and honestly a little bit offended.

after a couple of drinks you'd gone with kie to play beer pong. you played against some boys you knew from school, jared and tyler, who were flirting up a storm with you and kiara. after winning two games against them, they made you switch partners to make it more 'fair'. you and kiara had playfully rolled your eyes, muttering something about 'it's okay to lose to a girl' before discussing if you wanted to switch. neither of you minded, so you agreed to play two more games before finishing.

jared had partnered with you. it was fine for a few minutes; he was a poor beer pong player but he had enthusiasm, so you could ignore it. and, he was pretty cute. a little dumb, sure, but cute.

you smoked your opponents easily, teasing kiara for losing her A game after switching partners. "you know it's all about the chemistry for me" she flirted with you, while fully intending it as a jab to her partner.

you grabbed her face, a flirty "oh baby" leaving your lips as you pretended to kiss her.

turning around to see if you could spot your friends, you locked eyes with jj, who was already looking at you. he looked away, quickly busying himself with whoever was next to him. you and kiara linked arms and skipped back towards the fire, jared and tyler hurrying after you.

jj couldn't help but notice how jared seemed to be glued to your side, and he couldn't help but be angry about it. why? he had no idea.

he actually liked jared. he was decent, funny, and a good skater, but he also had a reputation when it came to girls— one much worse than his own. and yeah, maybe he didn't like you all that much, but he knew you, and he knew you deserved better than some player.

you could feel him watching you. every time you looked at him, you'd glare, but it didn't deter him. not even when he had a pretty girl practically begging for him to take her home for the night.

the sight made you feel uneasy. she was touching every part of him she could, laughing too loud at things he said, and tried multiple times to kiss him — which he dodged in favour of keeping his eyes on you. eventually, you couldn't stand it anymore.

you walked over to him, ignoring the girl hanging off of him, "what?"

"what do you mean, 'what?'"

"you know exactly what i mean! why the fuck have you been staring at me all night?"

jj scoffed, "i havent been—"

"is it cause i didn't bring your shirt back? or cause you're feeling bad about ruining mine?"

the girls eyes went wide at that, completely misreading the situation and walking away, mumbling an "oh my god".

"great!" jj groaned, "way to ruin my fun for tonight!"

"oh yeah, cause you were so focused on giving her your undivided attention!"

his breathing got heavier as he got more annoyed with you, taking a step closer. "i was doing just fine until you showed up, thank you very much."

"yeah, clearly. you looked like you were having so much fun with some random girl copping a feel while you stared me down."

"careful, sweetheart, you're starting to sound jealous" he smirked. deep down, part of him hoped you were.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a crazed look taking over. "you've been getting on my nerves all. fucking. day, jj. you steal my spot, you follow me around, you pester me, you ruined my favourite fucking shirt — and you don't even care! you never have! you're so fucking infuriating—"

"and you're turned on, aren't you?" he spoke so quietly you almost missed it, but he adored the way you froze.

"i-what? are you fucking kidding me right now?" you couldn't believe him. was he actually convinced he had some sort of effect on you and your hormones?

he was silent for a moment, staring at you once again, but this time it was different. there was something akin to hunger in his eyes, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way.

"do i look like im kidding?" he asked, taking another small step closer, glancing at your lips.

you took a step back, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief. "whatever," you muttered before turning around and leaving, flipping him off.

the pounding in your chest was hard to ignore.

neither of you had any idea your friends were watching you the whole time. you passed by pope and told him you were going home, and you didn't give him a second to ask why before walking away. not like he needed to ask.

they all watched jj watching you leave, rolling their eyes at his idiocy and yours. it didn't take long for him to go after you, surprisingly. maybe it was the interrogation from earlier, or maybe it was the alcohol, but he knew this was a chance that he couldn’t quite give up.

he was grateful you lived somewhat close, but man, did you run home? because he couldn't see you and he knew he didn't wait that long before coming after you. he didn't really have a plan for when he got to your apartment, it was unlikely you'd buzz him in.

luckily for him, he caught you at the front door.

sprinting across the street, he caught the door just before it slammed shut and yanked it open. he ran up the stairs two at a time, and when he got to the top you were already halfway through your door.

he called out to you, running down the hall and pushing his way in after you.

"are you fucking kidding me? what the hell do you want now?"

"would you just shut the fuck up for a minute?" jj pleaded, slightly out of breath.

"absolutely not! literally what the hell do you want from me!? you've been grinding my gears all day and night, and even when i leave because you're so infuriating, you follow me home. you're so fucking—"

he couldn't help it. you wouldn't let him speak, and he didn't know how else to shut you up other than to kiss you. maybe it was because deep down he had feelings for you, or maybe it was because he was buzzed from the party. either way, it worked.

it was rough and a little sloppy at first, but it didn't take longer than a few seconds to fall into a rhythm with one another.

you couldn't believe what was happening, nor could you believe you actually liked it. he was a great kisser, you'd give him that. you gasped when he picked you up and spun you around, shutting your apartment door and pinning you against it. he didn't break the kiss for a single second.

his hand trailed up from your hip and stopped at your side just under your boob, and he gave a squeeze. it was dizzying.

snapping out of it, you pushed him off and wiped at your mouth. "what the fuck?" you scowled at him, but it didn't faze him. he knew you liked it just as much as he did, he could feel it in how you kissed him back. you were just more stubborn.

"you wouldn't let me talk" he spoke breathlessly. his chest was still heaving, and you couldn't take your eyes away from the thin layer of sweat that clung to his neck and collarbone from the thick summer heat.

you pressed yourself against the door in attempt to keep space between you, but still it felt too close. it was like some invisible force was pulling you to him, and resisting wasn't going to do you any good.

he took a step closer, back to where he was before you shoved him, and he stared down at you. his eyes were dark and heavy, and you lifted a hand to try and push him back once again, but he caught your wrist. he didn't miss the way you swallowed hard.

"i never really noticed it before, but you're hot when you're angry" his voice was barely above a whisper, "maybe that's why i love to piss you off so much."

the affect he currently had on you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. never had you kissed someone you hated that much, and like it. a lot.

you started to bitch at him again, this time slightly more quiet, but he wasn't having it. "yell at me again, and i'll give you a real reason to scream."

perhaps you were possessed. it was the only logical explanation as to why you pulled him in and kissed him, again. it was hot and heavy, and it felt so good.

his hands ran up and down your body, rubbing and squeezing wherever he could, as if he was committing the feel of you to memory. your hands moved across his chest and up, one tangled in his hair and the other gripping his shirt tight. without breaking the kiss, you gently pushed forward before pulling him to your room.

yeah, you must've been possessed.

you sat him down on your bed and climbed on his lap, his hands immediately cupping your ass, fingers nearly touching your cunt. it was pathetic how wet you were already, you didn't need him to tease you for it.

scooting your hips forward, you rolled them over the tent that was prominently sticking up in his pants, eliciting a strained moan from him. it only encouraged you to do it again, and again.

his hands moved up under your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it across the room. he was very pleased to see you weren't wearing a bra, even though he already knew you hardly ever wore one.

"say you want me to stop, and i will" he spoke between kisses.

"no" you whispered, "do you want to?"

"god, no" he shook his head before brining his lips to yours once more.

he kissed along your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone. you lightly scratched up and down his back, pulling his shirt up for him to take off. he had no idea your touch would feel this good. he never wanted it to end.

you pushed him down on your bed, climbing on top of him and returning the kisses, trailing down his chest and stomach before undoing his pants and pulling them down. his cock sprang up, and you couldn't help but go wide eyed.

never in a million years did you ever think you'd be getting frisky with jj maybank, and never would you have ever thought that he'd be so fucking hung.

he was long and thick, and the sight made your mouth water and pussy flutter. you didn't waste any time before licking a thick stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around before wrapping your lips around him and lightly sucking the tip. the moan he let out was hypnotizing.

jj sat up slightly to watch you take him, and when you locked eyes as you took him all in your mouth, all the way to the base, he almost came right then and there. you used your hand as you came back up, moving in rhythm with your mouth.

"holy fuck" he muttered, pulling your hair away from your face and holding it tight in his hands as you bobbed up and down, your hand twisting around him and squeezing just right.

he nearly lost it when you massaged his balls, and he had to pull away. you smirked devilishly at him, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp as he lifted you up and threw you down on the bed, ready to return the favour.

first, he massaged and licked at your breasts, then trailed down your stomach while teasing at your panty line beneath your shorts with a single finger. he could feel the heat radiating off of you, and being the nice guy he is, he removed your shorts to provide some relief.

once they were off, he trailed kisses up from your ankle, all the way to your clothed clit. he could see how wet you were through your panties, rubbing at the wet patch teasingly before licking you. it was almost painful the way you could just barely feel him through your underwear. you whined and squirmed beneath him, and it made something click in his brain.

"what is it, princess?"

you could hear the mocking tone in his voice, and you knew he was smirking, enjoying the effect he currently had on you. "use your words" he encouraged.

"please" you choked out, not daring to look at him.

"please what?" he asked.

you let out a breath that was something between pleasure and exasperation, "touch me, please."

"as you wish," he smiled before hooking a finger under your panties and rubbing up and down your slit ever so slowly. he circled at your entrance a few times, pushing in slightly before moving up to give some much needed attention to your clit.

moving your underwear to the side, he pulled you closer to his face and licked a thin stripe up and down your slit. he wanted to tease you, he really did, but you were so sweet on his tongue that he couldn't help but devour you immediately. it was warm, wet, and sloppy and it felt so fucking good.

there was an endless string of breathy moans escaping you, and no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay to not give him the satisfaction of being good at this, it was proving to be quite difficult— especially when he slipped two fingers in, curling them upwards and dragging a loud moan out of you.

you felt and heard him moan against you at that, making you sit up to watch. his eyes were closed and he looked like he was having the time of his fucking life between your legs, the sight and feeling of him making you clench around his fingers. he let out another moan as he sucked your clit, making your legs squeeze against him.

"fuck me" you breathed out, so quiet he didn't register it as anything other than praise.

"jj," you called out, wrapping your fingers in his hair and tugging to get his attention, "fuck me."

he was dazed, pussy drunk, fingers pumping in and out still as he climbed over you. you spit in your hand and started pumping his cock as he loomed over you, and it didn't take much longer before he pulled his fingers out and lined up at your entrance.

he paused for a moment, tip barely in you as he asked, "you sure? there's no going back after this."

even with him just barely breaching your entrance, you could feel the stretch.

"fuck me like you hate me" you replied, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him in.

you both let out a loud, long moan. the stretch was more pleasure than pain, but holy fuck was he big. he was balls deep, and even though he wasn't moving there were tears in your eyes. you were so tight around him, he had to move slowly at first. he could feel everything — your gummy walls, the slightest clench, how warm and wet you were. he could even see the bulge in your stomach, making him whimper.

it didn't take long before he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back into you with a force you'd never felt before, the headboard of your bed lightly banging against the wall.

he went fast, hard and deep, and when he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, the moan you let out was pornographic.

"yeah, that's it" he muttered, "don't have much to say now, huh princess?"

he reached down with his other hand and rubbed slow, lazy circles on your clit, a complete contrast to how he was fucking you. "fuck you" you spat out, a moan escaping immediately after. he stopped rubbing your clit and slowed his pace, making you whine.

"what was that?" he asked, voice deep and low.

"i said, fuck you."

he squeezed your throat a little harder before letting go and pulling out. he flipped you over and pulled your hips up, hammering back into you with so much force that you almost fell off the bed. he slapped your ass hard, once, twice, three times before speaking.

"i'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never be with anyone else without thinking of me. i'm gonna ruin you."

he tangled his fist in your hair, pulling hard with each thrust. your legs were pressed together, ass in the air, slick dripping down your legs and you were desperate for more attention, but you couldn't utter a single word.

you tried to spread your legs and provide some relief for yourself, but jj quickly caught on and slapped your ass, hard. it stung in the best way.

"not so fast, baby. you need to behave first."

he wrapped his arm around you, acting as a shield and using it to hold your hips in place. you whined at the denial, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face. he wanted you to beg for it, for him to touch you. once he felt you clenching around him more and more, he slowed down again. he wasn't giving it to you that easily.

you propped yourself up with your hands, enjoying the new angle for barely a moment before he pulled you to his chest by your hair. you were basically sitting on his lap as he slowly thrust into you, shivers running down your spine as he whispered in your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"you're being so good f'me" he began, the praise making your head spin as you leaned back against him. "it's about time i put you in your place, don't y'think? if i'd've known this was all it took, woulda done it so long ago."

his free hand trailed lightly up and down your body as he spoke, leaving goosebumps in its trail. he could feel your slick sticking to him and his legs, and he couldn't get over how angelic you looked like this. with his hand still in your hair, he turned your head to the side and locked eyes with you.

"wish you would've."

your breath was heavy as you stared at him, giving him a look that made him never want this to end. he whimpered at that. he wasn't sure if he'd ever get you like this again, he needed to savour every second. he pressed his lips to yours, and when you pushed your tongue in his mouth he nearly crumbled.

"feels so good, jay" you whispered as you rolled your hips against him.

he nearly died at the nickname, how it came out so effortlessly. "yeah?"

"yeah" you nodded, lips brushing against his.

he let go of your hair, rubbing at your scalp to provide some relief before wrapping his arm around your chest. "you're so tight, takin' me so well."

you moaned at that, then again even louder when he finally rubbed at your clit with his middle finger. he made wide, slow circles, gathering your slick. jj placed soft kisses along your cheek and jaw, and maybe it was just you overthinking things, but this felt more intimate than anything.

it was slow, sensual, and became full of emotion out of nowhere. it terrified you.

you begged him to go faster, harder, and he waited a few moments before giving what you asked for. you could feel him everywhere, it was electrifying.

he rubbed fast, tight circles as he drilled into you from behind. "oh my god!" you nearly shouted, one hand gripping his thigh and the other holding onto his arm that was across your chest.

"c'mon, baby" he grunted, "come f'me." he nipped at your ear lobe.

it was merely seconds before the shockwaves ran through your body, a scream erupting from your throat. jj ate it up for a second before quickly covering your mouth, not wanting you to get any complaints, though he's sure that you already would.

you clenched tightly around him as he fucked you through your orgasm, and he didn't let up even after you squirmed from overstimulation. not until he finished. it quickly turned back into pleasure, and another orgasm.

"atta girl," he cooed, "think you got one more?"

you whimpered in response, and he was quick to soothe you. he pulled out, turning you around and laying you down, not wasting any time before thrusting back into you and chasing his own high.

he went hard and fast, rubbing at your clit once more, only getting sloppier and sloppier. still, it felt incredible. you were shaking beneath him, tears running down your cheeks as you whimpered and moaned.

"i can't— i'm g'na come" he sputtered out, eyes shut tight as he tried to wait just a little longer. he locked eyes with you as you placed a hand over his, making him rub faster, tighter circles.

the coil snapped once more, making you clench even harder and pull his own orgasm out of him. he pulled out quickly, pumping himself as he came all over your stomach, still not stopping his assault on your clit. his eyes were locked on yours the whole time.

it was an image he’d never forget, and was definitely going in the spank bank.

he was breathless, half hard as he bent down to kiss you before getting up. he went to the washroom and got a warm, wet rag to clean you up.

you were surprised with how gentle he was being, but you didn't say anything. you didn't want to ruin the moment. once you were all clean, he placed a kiss to your hip and tossed the rag into your hamper, then went to get a glass of water.

"um, i guess i should go" he said after you chugged half the glass, scratching the back of his neck.

"or you could stay" you shrugged. "wouldn't be the craziest thing that happened tonight."

he chuckled at that, "no, it wouldn't."

you crawled under the covers, watching as he had an internal debate. he looked over to you, and you pat the spot next to you.

he climbed in with a small smile, covering up and staring at the ceiling. "sorry for being such an asshole to you all the time" he confessed after a few minutes.

you let out a small laugh, "its fine. you made up for it" you teased.

he looked over to you with a smile, and he couldn't help but kiss your forehead. "night" you whispered, turning around and closing your eyes.

"goodnight" he replied, moving closer to you and holding you tight.

in the morning, you woke up alone.

[cxvii666]

“hoe cakes”

a college au feat. denki k. & hanta s.

“i got this girl and she wants me to duke her, i told her i'd come scoop her around eight, she said, super!”

wc: 2k

starting track...

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"omg, oh my god!"

denki kaminari bursts into the library, zero tact, completely out of breath, face all flushed, chest heaving, and rushes over to where his friends are sat, nearly knocking over bakugou's laptop as he drops his backpack and practically leaps over the table, to try and talk to sero.

bakugou, who was sat minding his own fucking business, turns his head in absolute disbelief, about to swing on the guy, but pauses at denki's heavy breathing and frazzled state, kirishima's noise of concern is brushed off with a "gimme a second," as the blonde heaves for a minute, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"oh sero, bro," he gasps out finally, "i just saw the baddest girl ever, you gotta come quick."

any concerns over the blondes state quickly washes away and hanta sero looks up from his phone, disinterestedly. "dude, what? where?"

denki takes the seat opposite to his best friend, and points frantically from the direction he just ran from, "outside on the quad, there was a girl, with the hair, and the eyes."

sero, kiri, and bakugou had been in the library for at least three hours now and, god, hanta was bored.

he'd given up on waiting for denki to show face and had gotten so bored that he actually started studying. but damn, he needed a break. he rolls his shoulder with a yawn as he raises an eyebrow at denki.

bakugou sends both of them a death glare before putting his headphones on. hanta pulls a face at him before stretching out his back and then relaxing into his chair, voice dropping to a mock whisper and teases, "bro said 'hair and eyes'."

"just shut up for a sec," denki hisses and slumps down on the table, partially ontop of one of hanta's textbooks, "wow, i really need to start hitting the gym, fuck, my chest hurts."

hanta rolls his eyes at his friends dramatics as he doodles in the margin of his textbook. denki takes his silence as a sign to continue.

"you gotta, just listen- soooo, i'm walking outside by that big tree on the quad becuase it's super windy and i couldn't catch a light, and, oh, i can't even describe her, but yeah, there was one loud smell, and you know me, i had to follow it and BAM there she was with sat behind the bike shed with, what's his name?" he jabs a thumb at kiri, "his friend. y'know the guy with the hair- yeah- uh, they were smoking like-"

his increasing longwinded tale, that is increasingly arising in volume, in very quiet section of the library, is cut off by, a very impolite bakugou clearing his throat, threat clear in his eyes.

it seems like hanta's brain is finally starting to switch on, as his eyes widen at the implication of his denki's words. "oh shit," he wiggles his eyebrows at his friend playfully, his voice still low, "is she still outside? i have to see this..."

"well fucking exactly!" denki 'whispers' back gesturing wildy with is arms, "that's what i've been trying to fucking say but your slow ass keeps asking me questions and-"

the blonde pauses and suddenly snatches up hanta's notebook to cover his face as he ducks.

"and what?" sero repeats, his face scrunching in confusion.

"shut- the fuck up," the break in denki's voice is comical, "holy shit, don't make it obvious, she's behind-"

sero's head whips to the side so fast, i swear there was an audible click. and sure enough, if he tilts his head, and squints to look, in the gaps in between the bookshelves, there you are.

"i said don't make it obvious, you fucking moron."

too late now.

he's staring at you unabashedly as you walk into their section behind two of your friends, easy smile gracing your features, as you all take a seat on one of the open tables across the library.

"oh shit," hanta gulps moving to look at denki, who has now leaned over the table to stare at you from over hanta's shoulder, "she does have hair and eyes."

"what did i just say fucking say, i swear, this guy-"

the blonde is too loud in his ear and hanta pushes his friend's head away with his palm, eyes still on your figure. "have you spoken to her yet?"

"what part are you not getting?" and denki gets all up in his face and pushes his own fingers into hanta's forehead in retaliation, as he repeats, exasperated, "i saw her, and then, i came straight here, to find you!"

"what, oh..." the realisation dawns on him finally and a lazy smirk creeps onto his features, "bro, your superrr freaky, i'm in, hundred percent. do you think she'll be down?"

"you're both fucking idiots, you know that, right?"

bakugou who has seemingly been listening, eavesdropping, in on their conversation, scoffed at his friends.

"i thought you were studying, kacchan?"

kirishima had been sat next to hanta, and when the question in his eyes, that flit between the two grinning fools, goes unanswered by either, bakugou sighs deeply, and points, with violent intent for sure, his mechanical pencil in the direction of the other blonde, his voice gruff, "were you not there? last friday night? when the fuck-squad was playing 'would you rather', talkin' bout-"

"about threesomes!" denki cuts in, grin manic, as hanta snickers opposite him, "ok kiri, lemme' ask you, because we've been debating for like two days, would you rather a threesome with another guy, or two girls? because i- said another guy-"

"wait i am so lost, what-"

"fellas, is it gay to want a threeway with your homie?"

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"bro, hear me out, but this might be fate."

hanta's reply is muffled through a mouthful of pizza.

after not getting kicked out of the library, the two decided, denki decided and hanta had the evening off work, to go into town. initially, denki had sold hanta the idea of beer and ramen, but by the time they got to the high street, the smell of pizza seemed to be calling.

the pizza place was local, and extremely well known by their friend group, and the two had stumbled in, many a night, drunk, or faded, or both. and, directly opposite, happened to be, a record shop.

they'd been in there with jirou maybe once or twice, but it was one of those old buildings that always looked closed.

like right now. from out of the big glass window on the left side of their favourite booth, and they could see the shop front, the lights were out, windows all shut down.

and guess who was right outside of their fucking window, across the street, unlocking the front door.

"where tf are you going?" hanta coughs out in between bites rolling his eyes, because of course, denki is already grabbing his hoodie and fixing to stand up. like they reaally couldn't sit down and eat for five minutes.

"fym, where am i going," he mimics- "a golden opportunity," and again, denki is waving his hands about like a maniac, gesturing vaguely upwards, like universe or some other divine entity had blessed them and hanta was stupid for not getting it, "has just been handed to us, and you don't wanna jump on it?"

it's silent for a beat, only broken by hanta slurping noisily from his straw. he takes a moment to burp loudly and to glance forlornly at their hot pizza. he closes his eyes and sighs, already mourning the taste of the cheese on his tongue, before he resigns himself to whatever the fuckmess of a two man step denki is planning.

"jump on it?"

"jump on it."

"jum- y'know what, fine, lets go, and you can do all the talking."

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"i can't believe you forgot your key again."

the disc your holding nearly slips from your grasp as you move your phone from your ear and set it on the till counter. you click the speaker on and the sound of your coworker's rushed apologies flood the empty store.

you silently shake your head at her panic and place the stray disc back onto the cd tower whilst trying to reassure her softly. it was no big deal, you were already in the area, no, it's not a problem, blah blah.

once the line drops, you figure you might as well start opening the store for the evening and start by switching the big speaker on and slowly turning up the volume. whatever album that was already queued starts playing as you start clearing the area around the cash register.

as you card through the cds on the display rack, mentally making note of what needs to be switched out, nodding your head to the beat of the music, the bell jingles softly and footsteps pattern inside.

you don't look up and instead go to grab some receipt paper and pen, "that was quick, you said fifteen minutes."

you continue scratching out mixtape names onto the paper and humming along to the music. before you freeze, when you hear what sounds like a chuckle, a distinctly male chuckle.

"i haven't said anything yet."

the blonde speaks and you don't have time to think before you're brandishing your pen in front of you defensively like its a small plastic sword.

denki yelps, dramatic, and hanta looks like he's about burst out laughing, but when he looks at you, like looks at you, at the crinkle in your eyes and the bounce of your hair, he swallows his laughter with a cough.

"d'you greet all your customers like this, or are we just special?"

his voice is smooth, and you lower the pen, but not your gaze, trying not feel to too embarrassed, and shoot back, "well i don't know, do you always creep up on people like that?"

hanta's face twitches into a smile, as you roll your eyes, check the time. you'll finish clearing up, your coworker will arrive, and she can tend to the weird hot guys nosing around the shop, as payment for making you come in.

except it seems denki has other plans, and has recovered from his initial shock, as he's sauntered right up to the cash desk and its fiddling about with the display items. hanta scoffs silently at his act and turns to card his fingers through the vinyls stacked neatly on the main table.

the blonde clears his throat, once, twice, "aren't you-" and then he squints his amber eyes in fake recognition, "don't we have a class together?"

you look up from where you'd been reordering some cd cases to take in his features. the gentle slope of delicate nose, his bright eyes, the poorly dyed streak in his hair, the half smirk half smile painting his pretty pink lips.

"hmmm, no, i don't think so."

"no, no, i swear, aren't you in our uh, english lit class, right dude."

hanta snorts and your eyes lock across the shop. his narrow in thought, then he taps his chin like he's remembering something.

"y'know what, she does look kinda familiar." identical cheeky smirks dressing both of their faces, "maybe we do have a class together."

your laugh may be short, sarcastic, but it's light and airy, a soft exhale. "did you guys come in here to buy something, or just to waste my time?"

"and no, we don't have any classes together," your gaze floats from denki, and the way his hair softly falls about his face, "'think i woulda noticed you," to hanta's eyes, warm and brown watching carefully, like something is so heavily amusing to him. "both of you."

neither of them make to move from where their feet are planted on the carpeted floor. and you smirk when you hear the jingle of the door bells for the second time.

hands flying into action, you grab the pen again and scribble another note and slap it onto the counter. your sleeve brushes against denki's, and before he can even feel the static shock of the friction, you're grabbing your phone and your bag, and making your way to the front of the store, and waving your coworker goodbye.

the store echoes with the jingle for the third time.

and resting on the counter, next to denki's arm is the paper you left.

with your number on it.

...end of playback

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[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈����𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 934 notes.

pairing(s): steve harrington x female!reader

words: 1529

warnings/tags: female!reader, pining colleagues, pet names.

steve was counting the notes from the cash register in family video when he first heard your voice, a small ‘hi’ from the other side of the counter. and while it wasn’t directed towards him, his head snapped to the side to catch a glimpse of you, and my god.

he watched as you smiled at robin who tears her glance away from her doodles against the notepad on the table and towards you, “hi there, can i help you with anything?” robin asked kindly and steve knew she was probably just as flustered as he was at the moment.

“i—uh, yes. i’m actually meant to start working here today…” you trail off nervously causing robin to grin, “oh you’re y/n? keith said you’d stop by!” robin replies, quickly tearing her glance from you and to look at steve behind her as they share a knowing look.

his hands have frozen in counting the money, it could have been ten bucks or a hundred, he was far from caring at this moment. therefore, he stuffs the notes back in the register and wipes his clammy palms against the material of his jeans before fixing his hair, quickly, in case robin noticed him and most likely outwardly teased him in front of you.

“let me show you around! my names robin, by the way,” robin was enthusiastic, turning around to walk around the counter as she begins to converse but steve jumps forward, hand stopping robin as he smiles towards you, “i can show her around, you’re front desk robin, remember?”.

robin’s eyebrows furrow with a glare following, “then you can just jump on—?” before she can continue, steve is interjecting, “—i insist, robin,” he replies with a help-me-out-here look.

robin nods with an eye roll, grudgingly moving back to her seat by the desk and uses her pen to point towards steve, “the dingus will see you now.” you look over at his dorky smile, his folded arms falling as he quickly moves out from the counter and towards you, outstretching his hand to shake yours, “steve, i’m steve harrington,” he points towards his name badge, and you giggle, “i’m y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty girl, are you new in town?” he asks, leaning his elbow on the counter to the side as he speaks to you, robin’s eyes following as she watches steve’s lame attempts at flirting. however, from your expressions and giggling, it seems to be working.

“yes i am, moved a couple of weeks back, my cousins live here and needed a roommate,” steve nods along intently, “no college or anything?” he asks, “not yet, i took a year out after graduating school so i’ll probably apply to places near here when the time comes.” your smile quirks when he continues to nod, finding him increasingly cute and charmingly flirty.

“what about you?” you ask, causing his mouth to agape slightly in thought of what to say, “i mean— yeah, that’s basically what i’m doing; a good, swift break before going to college,” he leans further against his elbow and you can’t help but notice the blush arise in his cheeks when robin mutters under her breath and against the palm of her hand, “that’s a pretty long break, harrington.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “there’s always time.” you nod to his statement in agreement but before you can respond, robin interjects once more leaning up to push steve's elbow from the counter and nearly sends him falling, “enough chit-chatting, don’t want keith to find out you’ve been flirting with y/n instead of teaching her the ways, do you?”.

“robin!” steve bickers back, turning away from you as his eyes widen to his best friend, utterly ashamed, “well, it’s true, you’re practically—”, “stop talking.” he sighs, trying to compose himself as he turns back towards you, “anyways, let me show you around before you start, y/n.” he goes to guide to towards the sections to one side, sending a warning glare to robin when he hears her mock his words in a low-pitched voice, yet pretending he couldn’t hear her when he turns to you.

showing you across the sections, he tries his best to pretend he’s knowledgeable and an expert at his job but given the fact he states that ‘sylvester stallone was great in breakfast club’, you thought it was safe to believe that he wasn’t. he shows you over the sections, flirty one-liners and wrong comments about the movies cause you to uncontrollably giggle beside him throughout the tour.

steve was trying, and it was unbelievably cute to watch. his big doe-y brown eyes scanning your features as a few of his light brown locks poke against his forehead, he was handsome — and also had massive arms you couldn’t help stare at whenever he pointed towards something.

“right through here,” steve murmurs while lifting the partition by the counter before allowing you to step through, he leans close to robin while you do so, “she’s been laughing at everything i say, i think there’s a chance here.”

“…a chance that she’s laughing at you? yeah, massive chance, little stevie” robin quips, turning to him with a teasing glare as he pulls back before stepping through the open partition himself. “twelve o’clock buckley, go assist the customer, i’m busy here,” steve speaks, loud enough for you to hear as he nods towards the front door where a new customer walks in.

she grunts, pointing at him warningly as she moves from her seat to leave the area, “you owe me one, dingus.” he just turns back to you with an aloof smile, “i notice not a lot of customer’s, huh?” you ask him, glancing at the nearly empty store, employees outweighing the number of customers.

“nah small town, but it’s all good, means you don’t need to do much,” steve folds his arms, hip nudging against the counter as he sends you a lopsided smile which was hard not to melt over. “does it not get boring?” you ask, “not if you’re on shift with me, sweetheart.”

you shake your head with a quick smile before he continues, “speaking of, let me just grab your schedule for this week,” he’s curious as he collects it from the back wall, steve and robin’s missing as they checked over theirs merely hours ago.

standing beside him, you ignored the feeling of his warm skin of his arm against yours as you tried to look over the weeks schedule. steve held it with one hand while his pointer finger grazed over the times curiously, a crease between his eyebrow while he analysed.

“that’s perfect! you’re on with me all week, you’ll be an expert by this saturday,” he enthuses, quickly turning over to grab his schedule laid messily across the pile of paper on the desk before holding his beside for comparison.

you tried to ignore the tug in your heart at how happy steve sounded to be on shift with you, only an hour or so of meeting each other and he was by far the most interesting person you’ve met in this town. maybe anywhere. “can’t wait,” you replied as coolly as possible.

steve passes you your own schedule while you move back to your previous spot, “do you live nearby?” steve asks you suddenly. “yeah, just ten minutes over, near the old mall?” steve nods, it was a small town of course he knew where you meant. “if you give me your address, i mean if you don’t mind, i could drive you to work? i already drive that idiot back there, and she’s probably near the same shifts as us,” he nods to robin over by the action section.

“if you’re okay with that, you don’t have to though i can—“, “i offered, sweetheart. course i don’t mind,” steve grins when you nod once again with a quiet ‘thank you’ trying to hide your giggle at his dorky nature. steve licking his lips slightly before returning to his charming grin, “no worries, pretty.”

you look down to the couple of body moles peaking from the collar of his shirt as you avert his eye contact in an attempt at hiding your smile, not noticing the way steve’s eyes gleamed at you. he was used to hitting on people upon first introductions but nothing like this, he’s never felt a flurry of dizziness quite like he did from his first glance towards you.

and it was addicting, inviting even.

then he knew, it was official, he was a goner. he realised this as he stared at your face, soft cheeks contracting as you smile lowly and he can tell you’re forcing it down as you look behind you and at the equipment behind the counter, “teach me more of the family video ways, steve.”

steve hoped he seemed cool and collected to you, because anytime you spoke to him, or smiled… or even looked at him, his mind went foggy and tried to hold back from completely breaking down. “buckle-up, buttercup,” steve replies while gesturing towards the chunky computer system.

yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

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Her Altar- Rhea Ripley

Warning: religious based homophobia

Practice what you practice, love who you love.

   Growing up had been nothing special. School during the week, riding your bike with friends on Saturdays and stuffing yourself into clothes you dreaded for church on Sunday.

   You had never really liked church but at a young age it hadn't occurred to you exactly what it was. You didn't like to do it the same way you dreaded math tests and asparagus but it wasn’t exactly an optional occurrence. As a young child you'd found the grain in the back of the pew you'd sat behind more interesting than whatever the pastor was groaning on about.

    For your seventh birthday your parents had gifted you a simple gold cross necklace and had hung it around you like a totem before you could tell them you weren't particularly fond of it. Or church.

   As you got older you learned very quickly that your opinion of faith was null and despite the fact that you were real, tangible and god (presumably) wasn't didn't matter. The laws of the bible did.  By the time you were thirteen you knew you were attracted to women, the constant reminder that being gay was a sin had only served as education on the subject. the constant reminder to stay quiet about how you felt kept you safe and you learned to repress school crushes on other girls. Growing up in a prejudice environment masked in faith had took its toll,

Then along came Rhea,

    Hiding your feelings for her made you feel more guilty than betraying the faith you were supposed to have. Every time you two hung out you felt like you were lying to her, you felt dishonest when you two linked arms walking through the mall and when she fell asleep next to you in the same bed during sleep overs. You started to avoid her under the guise of protecting her, believing that she was better off without you pining after her.

    "Why are you avoiding me?" She had caught you at your locker, trapping you between her body and cold metal.

     "I'm not.." you laugh off avoiding her gaze and you try and find a way under her arm.

    "We have talked everyday for the last god knows how long and suddenly radio silence," you shake your head as if she's wrong, but you know she's not. "I watched you make eye contact with me and run down the hall the other direction and did you think I wouldn't notice that you haven't been to a single one of my games in weeks?" You didn't, you figured she wouldn't notice your absence on the sideline and that she'd have no issues finding someone else to talk with. "What gives? I miss you,"

    You keep your eyes on her shoes, a familiar pair of dirty black chucks, your doodles covering the toes and you remember the day you two had spent ditching class on the bleachers with her legs thrown over your lap. Your parents had berated you for skipping but you hardly heard it, deeming the time you got to spend with Rhea worth it.

    "I'm sorry," you spoke quietly before biting the inside of your cheek, trying to will you ears to stop tearing,

   "Don't apologise just tell me what I did so I don't do it again and-" the hand she's gesturing with falls to her side, "let me have my friend back,"

    It's too much, the combination of her blaming and the way she calls you her friend makes you feel overwhelmed by guilt. You feel exasperated by the inner conflict and you want her to understand that you can't give her back her friend, because you don't feel at all friendly about her but telling her means really telling her the truth and your not ready to fully loose her either.

   "It's not you," you rasp as you quickly duck under her arm and run from her not bothering to close your locker door. It's selfish, but you can't have her too close and you can't loose her entirely. So without explaining yourself you flee and continue to keep her at arm's length. Rhea stands frozen staring at the spot you were just in, sighs and closes her eyes before gently shutting your locker for you.

                                             ~

     For the first time in years you go to confession after safely making it out the building sure Rhea wasn't going to come after you. Pulling open the door you don't remember walking here at all.

    You see the shadow of the priest through the lattice as you sit on the bench. It takes you a moment before you realise your supposed to greet him.

    "Sorry uh-," you shake your head and bring your hand up to cross your heart, your necklace feels like it's burning your skin as you speak. "Bless me father, for I have sinned?" It comes out as more of a question and you swallow thickly already regretting this decision. "It clearly has been a long time since my last confession," You hear a hum from the other side,

    "You are here now," its sounds empty, like he's said it too many times today and you're sure he has. "Why?"

    "I think I love someone," you tell him, it's the first time you admit it and hearing it out loud makes your chest thump.

    "How do you know you love him?" He asks you and you wince, him. Everything inside you is screaming at you to run, but you stay planted. Faith and whatnot right?

    "My heart races and I would do anything for," you hesitate, "this person, I can't imagine hurting the person I love, so much so I would hurt myself before I ever could," tears start to fall as you talk about it for the first time, "I can't live without her but I would if she asked me too,"

                                              ~

       When you walk through the door your parents are waiting, scowling and deep down you know; they know. Weren’t confessionals supposed to be private? A bag lands in front of your feet with a thud.

     "There will be no sinners living under our roof," your mother spits, you look to your dad you refuses to meet your eyes. You throw the strap over your shoulder and swallow thickly before straightening your posture. A shaky hand reaches up to your necklace and rip it off tossing it at their feet before leaving.

                                          ~

      Rhea has a cd playing quietly so she can listen to the thunder as she watches the rain our outside, she still can't figure out what she did to upset you and it's driving her nuts. Deciding to skip soccer practice and head home after you'd run from her again. She runs a hand through her hair at the memory and blinks back tears. It was bad enough she had cowered out of telling you about her feelings so many times, now you wouldn't even talk to her at all.

    Maybe you had caught on to her clingy-ness, she hated to think that she didn't at least get the chance to confess that she loved you in a way that might not freak you out. Her dim computer screen on her desk remains on her aim, countless unanswered messages on your part.

   "Rhea!!" Her mom's voice snaps her out of her thoughts as she quickly gets up and heads downstairs. She freezes on the last step when she spots you, soaked through, shaking, red eyed and her mother trying to wrap you in a blanket. She spots your dripping bags near the front door and she feels her body flash with heat as a rage bubbles up.

     "What happened?" Rhea questions as she comes towards you, making quick work of pulling her hoodie over her head using it wipe water from your face. You simply let out a sob in response as you jerk forward, she steps closer and pulls you against her.

   "They kicked me out," you sputter between breaths, "I didn't know where to go,"

     "Here," she answers and her mom hands her another blanket which she lays gently over your shaking body, "always here," She holds you while you cry into her collar and makes eye contact with her mom who simply nods before grabbing your bag to put whatever she can in the dryer.

    "We gotta getcha warm baby," she whispers to you softly, the endearment comes out naturally and you let out a soft cry at how kind she's being despite the fact that you've been avoiding her for weeks. "Let's go to my room yeah?"

   She holds your waist as she guides you upstairs, the front of your head is starting to hurt from crying and your face feels fuzzy. You enter the familiar space, greeted by pictures and posters you helped hang. Rhea sits you gently on her unmade bed and flips on the desk lamp, a soft yellow light illuminates the room.

     "You need dry clothes," she speaks as she's opening drawers in her dresser and rifling through unfolded piles. "Sweatpants or shorts? Tee or sweater," she rambles half to you half to herself. As you watch her grab things for you and mumble to herself you make a decision.

    "Rhea," you watch her turn to you "I have something I need to tell you,"

                                                ~

    "Whatcha doing baby?" Your wife's voice makes your memory fade as the window comes back into view, the patter of rain drops against it and the occasional clap of thunder. Strong inked arms come to wrap around your middle and you lean back into her.

     "Thinking," you tease, reaching up to scratch her jaw with your nails and she growls into your palm at your answer. "You know me well enough to know,"

      "Mmmmm," she hums as her chin rests on your shoulder. She does know exactly what storms remind you of, which is why she'd abandoned her workout in the garage to find you. Usually you'd be in the basement trying to drown out the sound but she had found you in the master bedroom in-front of the glass balcony doors. Your silhouette illuminated by snaps of lighting. “I love you,"

“I love you more “ you tilt your head back to look at her, you tell her you love her all the time but you gaze into her eyes trying to tell her how much you mean it each time. She places gentle kisses on your neck as her hands slide down to your front, you feel her warm palms press against your hips, pushing you further against her body.

“I love you most, I win,” she growls into your nape and you let out a soft breath at the feeling, a pleasant warmth swells in your chest. Her strong hands grip at your hip bones and it sends lighting straight to your core. You turn to face her and the loving gaze she’s holding you with. “Hi pretty girl,” she rasps to you.

“Hi,” you respond and smile before her lips are on yours and her tongues in your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum as her hand comes up to thread through your hair, holding you tightly against her. You’re both overwhelmed by emotions as your kiss gets messier, thinking about the days when you hadn’t been out and married to the love of your life. You gently separate from her mouth, “I need you,” you tell her, your lips brushing against hers as you beg for her. You feel the tell tale sign of her gripping at your waist band and you lift onto your toes and she pulls you to wrap around her body.

“God you’re beautiful,” Rhea admires you, your foreheads pressed together as your breaths mingle. You brush her bangs away from her face and she stares at you above her, she watches you like you’re the stars.

“Take me to bed,” you ask her and although you cannot be closer you need more, you need to be the place that’s always been the safest; enclosed by Rheas body.

“Did somebody forget who’s in charge?” She teases and she nibbles your ear lobe, you whine and squirm in protest which gets you a light slap to your ass but you feel Rhea start to move towards the bed anyway. Your back hits the soft mattress and your wife crawls over to join you.

“I let that last one go,” she tells you as her fingers running under the hem of your shirt and up the side of your ribs, her gaze flicks back out the window. She wants you to know that you’re okay, she understands it’s a hard night for you, “but act like a brat again and I’ll treat ya like one,” she gently slaps the bottom of your thigh a couple times before you bend it and her strong grip holds you.

“Rhea,” you gasp as her teeth hit your collarbone followed by the soothing of her tongue. She chuckles lowly and pulls your tank top up over your stomach, you sit up quickly helping her rip it off.

“There’s my good girl,” Rhea praises your obedience and you melt a little more, your body pliant as she pressed you back down to the mattress. Her mouth is warm as she sucks marks onto your bare chest before taking a hardened bud, you throw your head backwards as you let out a moan.

The memories of your past fade a little more each time she teaches you true worship and only with her do you start to believe the priest who outed you might’ve actually been divine intervention. In the morning when you wake up next to her you’re certain angels exist, they simply must with one laying in front of you and in the night before you fall asleep you find your faith kneeling at her altar. You aren’t afraid that your love would cast you to hell, not when the goddess above you brings you pure bliss that you swear it must be what heaven really is.

[tiiraameesu]

The One That Got Away Pt. 1

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Synopsisજ⁀➴ Gojo is a charismatic college student, known for his carefree approach to relationships, never letting things get too serious. You are his longtime best friend and have quietly harbored feelings for him but never acted on them, knowing Gojo’s aversion to commitment. But when Gojo shares an unexpected connection with another girl, the dynamics between them start to shift. As the lines blur between friendship and something more, you are left grappling with your emotions—unsure of whether you'll be able to stay by Gojo’s side, or if it’s time to move on.

tagsજ⁀➴ college au, hockey player!gojo, band member!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual friends to lovers (maybe), gojo is dumb af

NOTESજ⁀➴ hi im new here so pls be kind! do feel free to dm me if any of my content offends you! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

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The ice rink was alive with excitement as the final seconds of the game ticked away. The roar of the crowd echoed throughout the stadium, a sea of faces clad in school colors, jumping to their feet in anticipation. On the rink, the Arctic Aces were poised for a victory, the puck at the feet of their captain, Gojo Satoru.

With a deft flick of his stick, Gojo sent the puck careening toward the goal. The opposing goalie was caught off guard, a split second too slow, and the sound of the puck hitting the back of the net sent the crowd into an explosion of cheers.

“GOAL!” the announcer bellowed, but the noise from the stands already drowned out everything else. Gojo’s teammates rushed towards him, lifting him into the air as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. The victory was theirs.

You sat in a quieter corner, slightly detached from the chaos of the bleachers, the game still playing out in the background. Your notebook was open in front of you, its pages filled with half-finished lyrics, the melody lingering in your mind, yet elusive. At the bottom of the page was a small doodle—just a simple, almost careless sketch of Satoru’s jersey number. You hadn’t meant to draw it, not really, but there it was, a subtle tribute to the guy whose presence always seemed to fill a room without trying.

With a soft sigh, you closed the notebook, the sound nearly lost amidst the cheers echoing around you. You slipped it into your bag and rose to your feet, your gaze briefly lingering on the jubilant team celebrating in the center of the rink.

You clapped along with the rest of the crowd, your smile wide and genuine as the team gathered at the center of the rink, already celebrating. It was hard not to feel a surge of pride yourself, even if you weren't directly involved. You’d been there for the highs and lows, through every game, every practice. And now, here he was, surrounded by his teammates, basking in the glow of victory.

From across the rink, you spotted him.

Gojo’s eyes were immediately drawn to you in the crowd, his expression lighting up with that familiar, cocky grin. The chaos around him seemed to blur, and for a brief moment, it was just the two of you. He nodded in your direction, his gaze lingering on you as the celebration continued around him. His eyes said it all—pride, admiration, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart gave a soft jolt, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips in response. You clapped harder, cheering for him as your eyes met his, silently acknowledging the bond that had existed between you for as long as you could remember.

The celebration around you continued, the sound of clapping and cheers echoing in your ears as you remained at the edge of the stands, watching Gojo and his teammates bask in their hard-earned victory. The pride in his eyes when he’d glanced over at you made your heart skip a beat, but you quickly pushed the fluttering feeling aside. This was his moment, and you were happy for him—just like always.

As the team began to make their way off the rink, you slowly made your way toward the back hallway where they would head to change. You’d been in this routine for years: waiting outside the locker room for Gojo to finish, stealing a quiet moment together before he went off to celebrate with his teammates.

You turned the corner and found yourself face to face with a small group of girls—other members of the team’s girlfriends, their laughter and chatter filling the hallway as they stood near the entrance to the locker room. They were all dressed up, their excitement just as evident as the boys’ on the rink. The sight of them made your heart thump a little faster, the realization creeping up on you that you, too, were here waiting for Gojo.

It wasn’t that you didn’t belong here. You’d been doing this for years—being there for him after every game, every victory, even after every loss. It was just that... well, in this moment, it hit you all at once: the way you were standing there, waiting like everyone else, but your connection to Gojo wasn’t like theirs. You weren’t his girlfriend, not in the way they were to their boyfriends. You were his best friend.

You flushed at the thought, suddenly acutely aware of the blush creeping up your neck. Was it silly to feel this way? To feel just a little out of place, even though you knew—deep down—that your relationship with Gojo was different. Special, in its own way. But still, it didn’t stop that feeling of awkwardness from bubbling up. You knew you had no claim over him in the way they did. You were just... well, his best friend.

Still, the thought made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t explain, and as you stood there, trying to seem casual, your fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the strap of your bag.

The door to the locker room swung open, and soon, Satoru emerged, his white jersey drenched in sweat, a cocky grin plastered across his face. He jogged toward you, his energy undiminished by the physical toll of the game.

The moment your eyes landed on him, all your thoughts seemed to vanish. Everything—the other girls, the lingering self-doubt—faded away. There was only Gojo, glowing with the thrill of victory, and the familiar rush that came with being near him. It was like slipping into something comfortable, and just like that, your nervousness was gone, replaced by the ease of a banter that had become second nature.

"Well, well, well," he teased, stopping in front of you, out of breath but practically glowing with energy. "Were you actually watching this time, or were you scribbling in that nerd journal of yours again?"

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" you replied, a teasing glint in your eye. "Maybe I was writing an exposé about how predictable your moves are on the ice."

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if offended. "Predictable? You wound me!" He leaned in a bit closer, eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Did you see that shot? I’m the best, and you know it."

You smirked, reaching into your bag and pulling out a towel, handing it to him. "You're okay, I guess," you said, shrugging like you were just barely impressed.

Satoru took the towel with a grin, pretending to be hurt by your indifference. "Oh, come on, I expected more from my number one fan!" He draped the towel over his shoulders, exaggerating his disappointment. "Here I am, out there scoring game-winning goals, and all you’ve got is ‘you’re okay’?"

You smiled, amused by his theatrics. "Well, you know, someone has to keep your ego in check."

Gojo grinned, clearly not ready to let the playful banter end. He tilted his head slightly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He wiped his face with the towel, still looking at you with that teasing smirk.

"You’re no fun," he remarked, a hint of disappointment in his tone as he playfully shook his head. Then, his expression shifted, his voice turning a bit lighter but with an eager undertone. "But hey, speaking of fun... you’re coming to the party, right?"

You raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference as you folded your arms. "I don’t know… I’ve got a lot of important nerd journaling to catch up on."

Gojo’s expression immediately shifted, pouting dramatically as if you had just crushed his dreams. "What? No way! You can’t just leave me hanging after I win the semi-finals for us!" His hand came up to his chest in mock offense. "I’ve got a whole celebration planned, and it’s not the same without my favorite person there."

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth tugged upwards despite your best efforts to resist. "You’re unbelievable."

Gojo stepped closer, his tone turning slightly more pleading, though still playful. "Come on, please? I’ll even save you a spot by the snacks, I promise." He added with a wink, "You know I’m much more fun when I’m not around all these crazy fans. I need someone who can keep me grounded."

You glanced at him, considering it for a moment. It wasn’t like you had any other plans, and honestly, it had been a while since you’d just hung out with him. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to join the chaos for once.

"Alright, fine," you relented with a sigh, though you couldn’t help but smile at the victory in his eyes. "I’ll come. But if you make me regret this, I’m leaving early."

Gojo’s grin returned in full force, and he playfully pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! Victory! You’re the best, you know that? Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior," he said, though it was clear from the sparkle in his eyes that he was definitely not going to keep his promises.

The party was in full swing when you arrived. Gojo had given you and a few of his teammates a lift, and as soon as you stepped inside, the vibrant atmosphere hit you. The music was loud, the lights dimmed just enough to set the perfect party mood, and people were already dancing, laughing, and enjoying the night.

Gojo, as always, was in the center of it all, surrounded by teammates and friends, a bright grin on his face. He turned to you with that familiar gleam in his eye, his excitement contagious.

As soon as you stepped inside, Gojo grinned at you, his excitement clearly building. "Told you this would be worth it," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "See? Not so bad, right?"

You shook your head, laughing lightly. "Alright, alright. You were right. But I’m still not convinced this is my scene."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, leaning closer with that characteristic smirk. "You’ll warm up to it. Just give it time."

Before you could respond, a couple of teammates called out to him from across the room, pulling his attention away. With a quick, almost apologetic smile, he waved at you before being swept into their conversation, his laugh carrying over the noise. You watched him for a moment, his energy like a magnet for those around him, before turning toward the snack table.

The music pulsed around you as you picked through the snack table, finally grabbing a drink. You popped it open with a satisfying crack and took a sip, letting the coolness settle in your hand as you surveyed the party. It was a lot—too much for you to dive into right away, but you were managing. The hum of conversation, the laughter, the occasional burst of songs—it all blended into the background.

"You look like you're in your element," a voice said from beside you, breaking your moment of observation.

You turned to find Geto Suguru, another member of the Arctic Aces, leaning casually against the snack table, a grin playing on his lips. He wasn’t as flashy as Gojo, but there was something laid-back and steady about him that made his presence comforting. His dark hair framed his face as he looked at you, his usual calm demeanor offering a contrast to the louder energy around you.

"Yeah, I’m just trying to keep up," you said with a smirk, raising your drink in a mock toast.

Geto chuckled, glancing around the room before his eyes landed back on you. "I get it," he said, that easy grin of his showing. "It’s a lot to take in if you’re not used to it. But hey, sometimes it’s fun just watching the chaos unfold without jumping in headfirst."

You raised an eyebrow, sipping your drink. "Yeah, I’m more of an observer. Not sure I get the hype about all this, but I guess it’s not the worst way to spend a night."

"Fair enough," Geto said with a shrug. "It’s not for everyone. But, you know, there’s something about a party like this—it brings people together. Everyone’s just here to have fun and let loose, no pressure." He looked back toward the group near the center of the room, grinning as a few of his friends got into a debate about something, probably over a game. "But hey, not everything has to be high-energy. You can always hang back and enjoy the quieter moments too."

You nodded, spotting a few people hanging out on the couches, chatting quietly. "True. A little peace in the middle of all this madness wouldn't hurt."

Geto’s grin widened. "Exactly. No need to dive into the madness if you don’t want to."

You both stood there for a moment, casually observing the party, and for the first time that evening, you felt a little more at ease.

"So," Geto broke the silence, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "There’s a beer pong game going on over there. You in? It’s chill, nothing too serious."

You looked over at the table where some of his friends were already setting up. A couple of cups lined up, a few people tossing ping pong balls with varying degrees of success.

"Beer pong?" you asked, a playful glint in your eye. "I’m not sure I’m ready to show off my amazing skills yet."

Geto smirked, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Oh, I’m sure you’ll blow everyone away. Or, you know, at least keep us entertained." He nudged you with his elbow. "Come on, it’ll be fun. Plus, I promise no one's going to make you do anything too crazy."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, the idea sounding better than the noise of the dance floor. "Alright, alright. But if I end up losing, you’re taking the blame."

Geto laughed. "Deal. Let’s go—just try not to throw off my perfect winning streak, yeah?"

With that, he led the way over to the beer pong table, the two of you joining the group already gathered around. You felt a little more relaxed now, ready to see how this party game would unfold.

The beer pong game was in full swing, and you found yourself leaning into the rhythm of it, despite your initial hesitation. Geto was on your team, and with his laid-back demeanor, he made the whole thing feel a lot less intense than you’d expected. On the other side of the table was Shoko, laughing softly as she lined up her shot, her usual cool demeanor only slightly cracked by the casual fun of the game. Her relaxed approach made her a surprisingly good opponent, and she had a knack for landing her shots effortlessly.

"Alright, you’re up," Geto said, giving you a playful nudge as he grabbed another cup from the table and set it back in place. "Don’t mess this up, we’ve got a streak to keep."

You chuckled, grabbing the ping pong ball and eyeing the cups across the table. "No pressure, right?" you teased, though you could feel a slight tension in your fingers as you focused. With a flick of your wrist, the ball bounced off the edge of the table and landed neatly into a cup.

"Nice!" Geto grinned, his usual calm facade replaced by a proud smirk. "Guess you did have it in you."

"Yeah, yeah," you said with a smile, taking a step back as Shoko raised an eyebrow at you, clearly impressed.

The game continued, with a few more players hopping in and out of the action, each one bringing their own unique flair to the table. As the game wore on, the noise and chaos of the party became more distant, like a buzz in the background of your focus. The cups kept getting fewer, and despite the light-hearted teasing and competition, you were starting to enjoy yourself.

Finally, after a round where you successfully sunk another ball, you stepped back, leaning against the edge of the table and catching your breath. The game was getting intense, and you felt the adrenaline picking up, but you decided to take a small break. Your eyes wandered, searching the crowd for a moment of calm.

And then you spotted him.

Gojo.

He was dancing with a cheerleader, a girl you’d seen around campus but never paid much attention to. But this time, the way he moved with her was different—charged. He was still his usual animated self, effortlessly spinning and swaying, but there was something undeniably magnetic about the way they fit together. They laughed, their bodies gliding and shifting in sync, a fluid rhythm that felt more intimate than anything you’d seen before. His hands brushed against her lower back with a confidence that made your chest tighten. There was a certain spark between them, the kind that you couldn’t ignore—like they were feeding off each other’s energy in a way Gojo had never done with anyone else.

The playful, carefree smile he wore was still there, but there was a deeper connection in the way he held her, a closeness that felt charged and electric. It wasn’t the usual flirtation, the casual touch-and-go kind of connection Gojo had with the girls who passed in and out of his life. No, this was different.

You quickly tore your gaze away, heart pounding in your chest. It wasn’t jealousy, you told yourself—not exactly—but something about the scene unsettled you. Maybe it was the raw, undeniable chemistry between them, or maybe it was the fact that Gojo, the one who never seemed interested in anything serious, was making you feel like an outsider in his own world. You tried to shake it off, refocusing on the game, but the lingering feeling wouldn’t go away.

"Hey, you good?" Geto’s voice broke into your thoughts, but you hadn’t noticed him watching you. His tone was casual, no hint of suspicion, just his usual calmness.

"Yeah, just catching my breath," you replied with a small smile, grabbing another drink from the table as if nothing was amiss. "This game’s getting competitive."

Geto nodded, a grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah, that's what makes it fun." He motioned to the cups in front of him. "Your shot next."

You pushed the moment with Gojo out of your mind, focusing back on the game as if nothing had distracted you at all.

The game continued with the usual back-and-forth banter and some impressive shots, but you couldn’t shake the growing feeling that your attention was divided. The lively energy of the game was fun, but your thoughts kept drifting back to that moment you had seen Gojo dancing with the cheerleader. It wasn’t anything that should’ve bothered you, but for some reason, it did.

Shoko tossed the ball at the cup with a confident flick of her wrist, sending it into the last cup with a victorious cheer. "Yes!" she exclaimed, raising her hands in triumph. "We win!"

You blinked, realizing you were so distracted by your own thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed the last round coming to an end. You let out a small laugh, trying to shake off the distraction. "Guess I lost focus there."

Geto leaned back with a playful grin. "Yeah, I noticed. You okay? You seemed a bit out of it."

You gave him a small shrug, not wanting to dwell on the weird feeling that had taken over you. "Yeah, just... a little distracted."

Shoko was already high-fiving the others, and a few people started gathering around to congratulate her. You felt the buzz of the crowd all around you, but it was starting to feel a bit too much, and you needed a break.

"Alright, I'm out," you said, pushing yourself up from the table. "Gonna grab some fresh air."

Geto gave you a lazy salute, looking half-amused. "Go on, take five. We’ll keep your spot warm."

You nodded, flashing a smile as you made your way through the crowd. The noise, the trashy music, the movement—it all felt too much, and you couldn’t quite place why your thoughts had been so scrambled. Maybe it was the way Gojo had been so carefree with the cheerleader, or maybe it was just the overwhelming energy of the party in general.

Once you made it outside, you stepped into the cooler night air, the sharp contrast immediately soothing your frazzled nerves. You leaned against the railing of the patio, taking a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. It was quiet here, a much-needed break from the chaotic energy inside. The noise of the party was muffled, distant, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to just take it all in.

But as the fresh air settled your mind, the thoughts you’d been trying to ignore bubbled back up, more persistent now.

Gojo and the cheerleader—what had that been?

The way they danced so close, so natural with each other. It was like they had their own rhythm, their own unspoken connection. You could’ve brushed it off, but it was hard to ignore the tightness in your chest when you remembered how easily Gojo had slipped into it. He was always the life of the party, always the one drawing attention, always so effortless with everything, even with women.

A part of you—one you liked to keep tucked away—had always been amazed by how effortless Gojo made everything look. He just fit into the world, like he belonged. And yet, standing there now, in the cool night air, with that image of him twirling with the cheerleader flashing through your mind, you couldn't deny the pang of something… sharper. The way he looked at her, how easily he connected with her—it was all so natural for him.

And then, you remembered the words he'd said to you, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather: that he wasn’t really into relationships, that he wasn’t interested in finding a girlfriend. He didn’t want to be tied down, didn’t want to complicate things with attachments. He just wanted to have fun. At the time, you’d respected that, admired his free spirit, and told yourself that it didn’t bother you. He had made his stance clear. No strings. No complications.

But as you stood there, feeling the chill of the night air against your skin, you found yourself wondering why it felt different now. Was it because you had thought, somewhere deep down, that maybe things were just… simpler with him? That you didn’t need to define what you were to still have moments that felt real? You weren’t sure. All you knew was the sudden, inexplicable weight in your chest. It wasn’t supposed to matter. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, trying to focus. Why was this bothering you so much?

It wasn’t like you expected anything from Gojo. Hell, you didn’t even think he’d look at you the way he looked at others. He had made that perfectly clear. And you had always told yourself that was fine. You were fine with it.

But then, seeing him with someone else, laughing with her, so at ease—it stirred something inside you. Something you hadn’t really known how to name, and certainly hadn’t wanted to acknowledge.

You ran a hand through your hair, frustrated with yourself. It shouldn’t matter. You barely knew him outside of these parties. Hell, you weren't even sure you were looking for anything at all. So why did it feel like something was missing when you thought about him with someone else? Why did it hurt?

You sighed deeply, trying to shake off the unease that clung to you like a fog. You hadn’t signed up for this. You hadn’t signed up for the confusing mess that your thoughts were becoming, nor for the overwhelming weight of emotions you hadn’t asked for.

As you stood there, trying to ground yourself, a loud cheer from inside cut through the quiet, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts. The music and voices from the party had reached a fever pitch, the energy almost tangible, and for a moment, you were distracted by the chaotic buzz from within. The door felt like an escape, a safe boundary between you and everything that was swirling inside your chest.

With a deep breath, you pushed yourself off the railing and walked back toward the door. You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts, before stepping back inside. The noise hit you again—laughter, the clinking of glasses, a sense of collective joy—and you couldn’t help but feel out of place, as though your personal storm didn’t quite fit in with the party’s sunny atmosphere.

You made your way through the crowd, your eyes scanning the sea of faces, searching for something familiar, something to anchor you. That's when you spotted Geto, leaning casually against the wall, a half-empty cup in his hand. His sharp eyes met yours, and in that instant, you felt like he already knew something was off, even before you had a chance to say anything.

"Everything okay?" His voice was quieter than usual, soft but laced with an undercurrent of concern. The question hit you harder than you expected, and the tightness in your chest only worsened.

You forced a smile, but it was thin—barely a curve of the lips—and you knew Geto could see right through it. You shook your head, not ready to expose everything that was eating at you. "Yeah, just needed some air."

Geto didn't press, but his gaze lingered, measuring you with a quiet intensity. He wasn’t the type to pry, but he could read you like an open book. After a beat, his eyes shifted around the room, the calm in his demeanor a stark contrast to the growing chaos inside. Then, he looked back at you, his voice quieter still. "There's a lot going on in there... If you want to keep your peace, maybe it’s best you stay out here for a bit."

His tone wasn’t teasing. It was low, almost protective, like he was warning you to shield yourself from the storm brewing in the room. You frowned, a knot tightening in your stomach. Geto didn’t speak like this unless something was really going down.

"Why’s that?" you asked, your voice betraying the unease creeping up your spine.

He shrugged slightly, his faint smirk only half-formed, like he knew something you didn’t. But his eyes were darker now, unreadable. "Just a little... drama brewing."

You tilted your head, still not getting it. But before you could ask again, a sudden eruption of noise crashed over you—loud cheers, boisterous shouts of encouragement. It felt like the entire room was vibrating with an unseen energy, something in the air urging everyone to push harder, get louder.

And, against every instinct telling you to stay out of it, your feet moved. Drawn toward the door, the buzz inside almost impossible to ignore. You stepped closer to the entrance, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening, but before you could make sense of it, you saw them.

In the far corner, Gojo was kissing the cheerleader.

The world seemed to slow. The kiss wasn’t the playful, casual brush of lips you’d seen a thousand times before. This—this was different. It was slow, deep, intimate, a connection that felt effortless, yet so charged, as if every moment they shared was weighted with something unspoken. The way Gojo held her, the soft curve of her body against his—it was like they fit together in a way you’d never seen before.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart slammed against your ribs, too loud, too painful. This was no fleeting moment—it was real, it was them, and it made something inside you shatter in a way you couldn’t explain.

The crowd around them erupted in cheers, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears, the beat of your heart thudding painfully in your chest. Your body went numb, your vision narrowing as you tried to force yourself to look away, but you couldn’t. Every detail of that kiss, the way Gojo’s hand lingered on the small of her back, how she leaned into him as if there was no one else in the room, etched itself into your mind. It was too much. Too raw. Too real.

You felt cold, exposed, like the weight of the room had just pressed in on you, suffocating. The realization hit like a gut punch—Gojo, the guy who never did this, never gave anyone more than a fleeting glance or a brief touch, was suddenly offering someone else everything you had wanted to give him. The part of you that had always been there for him, the part that had waited and stayed in the shadows, felt torn wide open, vulnerable in a way that left you trembling.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. And in that moment, you knew—it was too late.

You stood frozen in place, heart pounding, the world around you blurring as you tried to force yourself to breathe. It was like the air had been sucked out of the room. You blinked, feeling like you were standing on the edge of something you couldn’t control.

That's when you felt Geto’s presence again, the way his gaze settled on you with an intensity that cut through the haze of your emotions. You could hear the concern in his voice, though it barely registered through the ringing in your ears.

“Are you okay?”

The question hit like a wave. You struggled to keep your composure, but the crack in your smile was all too obvious. You shook your head, the sharp edges of your thoughts scraping against your skull.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Geto didn’t buy it. He stared at you, his gaze sharpening. He could see through every wall you tried to build, and for a moment, you felt like he was going to call you out. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave you a small, understanding nod, though his eyes were still full of that quiet concern.

“Alright,” he said, his voice softer now. “But if you need anything, I’m here.”

You nodded quickly, too quickly, like you were desperate to move on from this moment. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to feel any more. So, you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed a drink from the nearest table, your hands shaking as you wrapped your fingers around the cold glass. Without a second thought, you tilted the glass back and downed it in one shot, the burn of the alcohol stabbing through your throat.

It was harsh, but it was enough to take the edge off. Just enough to dull the sharp sting of everything crashing down on you.

You set the empty glass down, the room spinning a little as you steadied yourself. Your chest still ached, but at least it was bearable now. You didn’t know how much longer you could stay, how much more you could watch, how much more you could pretend that you weren’t falling apart.

“I’m gonna head home,” you muttered, already turning away.

Geto didn’t argue. He just gave you a small nod and a glance that said everything without saying a word. You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way out, but you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t. Not when you knew if you did, you’d break open in front of him.

You didn’t want to be seen like that. Not by anyone.

So you left.

The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, and for the first time in hours, you could breathe. The city stretched out before you, the distant lights barely reaching up to where you stood. You knew you couldn’t just go home—not after everything that had happened tonight. Not when your mind felt like it was about to crack wide open.

Instead, you walked, each step purposeful, until you found yourself at the door of your studio. It was quiet here, isolated, the perfect place to think—or, at least, drown out everything with noise.

You shoved open the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of wood and old instruments hitting you like a wave. It was a strange kind of comfort. The walls were lined with guitars, and the sound of your fingers brushing against the strings felt like the only thing that could quiet the storm in your mind.

You didn’t bother to turn on the lights—just went straight for your guitar. The soft, familiar shape of the acoustic greeted you like an old friend, and you sat down on the edge of the old couch in the studio, fingers instinctively resting on the strings.

You strummed a few chords, the sound mellow and comforting in the silence of the room. It was familiar, something that had always calmed your mind. But tonight, it felt... hollow. The notes felt small, contained, like they couldn’t fully capture the mess swirling inside you. You tried to lose yourself in the rhythm, in the song you were playing, but your fingers faltered. The music wasn’t matching what you felt.

What was it that you were searching for? You didn’t know. It was the kind of feeling that started in your chest and spread through your body, but the acoustic guitar didn’t have the power to express it. It wasn’t the quiet melancholy you’d often poured into your songs. No, this was something else—something more urgent, more intense. Something that, as much as you hated to admit it, made you think of Gojo.

You closed your eyes, letting the last chord ring out, but the silence that followed felt too thick, too heavy.

It was his smile. His laugh. The way he seemed to move through the world like he had everything figured out, with no hesitation or doubt. It was the way he looked at her—the cheerleader—like there was nothing but the two of them, and how effortlessly they seemed to fit together. There was something so... easy about it. Something you couldn’t quite place, but it made your chest tighten.

You set the guitar down with a frustrated sigh and stood up, pacing around the room, the weight of everything pressing on you again. You thought about Gojo and the cheerleader. The way they moved together, so effortlessly, so sure of themselves. You thought about how he could be so light, so carefree, and how you were... not that. Not in the same way.

It was strange. You didn’t want what he had with her—what he could have with anyone, really—but there was something about it that made you wonder. Why was it so easy for him? And why was it so hard for you?

You grabbed the acoustic again, but this time, it felt even more distant. The softness, the quiet—none of it matched what you were feeling. You needed something more. But what was it?

power to express it. It wasn’t the quiet melancholy you’d often poured into your songs. No, this was something else—something more urgent, more intense.

You closed your eyes, letting the last chord ring out, but the silence that followed felt too thick, too heavy.

You set the guitar down with a frustrated sigh and stood up, pacing around the room, the weight of everything pressing on you again. You thought about Gojo and the cheerleader. The way they moved together, so effortlessly, so sure of themselves. You thought about how he could be so light, so carefree, and how you were... not that. Not in the same way.

It was strange. You didn’t want what he had with her—not in the sense that you wanted to be with someone else, but it made you wonder. Why was it so easy for him? The way he was with her, so relaxed, so certain. And why was it so hard for you to even acknowledge the way your heart twisted every time you thought about him, about the way he made you feel?

The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, and for the first time in hours, you could breathe. The city stretched out before you, its distant lights flickering like they belonged to someone else. You knew you couldn’t just go home—not after everything that had happened tonight. Not when your mind felt like it was about to crack under the weight of all the thoughts crowding in.

Instead, you walked. Each step was mechanical, like you were trying to outrun something. Anything. And before you knew it, you found yourself standing at the door of your studio, its silence a sharp contrast to the chaos that had swirled inside the house. It was the kind of quiet you could lose yourself in—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

You shoved open the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of wood and old instruments hit you like a wave, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. It was strange—this place always felt like home, like the one constant you could rely on, but tonight it felt more like a refuge from something you couldn’t outrun. Something that had started the moment you’d seen Gojo with her.

Your fingers brushed the neck of your guitar as you sat down on the worn couch in the corner. The shape of the instrument was familiar, comforting in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. You strummed a few chords, the sound soft and tentative, as if even the music knew you weren’t really here.

But the melody felt wrong. Hollow. Like it was a poor imitation of the storm inside you. The rhythm, the notes—they couldn’t capture what you were feeling, no matter how hard you tried to make them. Your fingers faltered, slipping on the strings as your mind wandered, unwillingly, back to the image of Gojo and the cheerleader. The way he’d kissed her, so easy, so effortless. Like there was nothing else in the world, like nothing had ever been more natural. It was all so... simple for him.

Your chest tightened, the air thick with something that wasn’t just frustration—it was something sharper, something you couldn’t define. Something that stung, deep and raw.

You closed your eyes and let the final chord ring out, but the silence that followed felt too heavy, like the space between the notes was just as suffocating as the weight in your chest. The truth that you were trying to ignore came crashing down in a way you couldn’t escape: It wasn’t just the kiss. It was the way he moved, the way he was with her—so light, so carefree. It was how he looked at her, the ease with which he seemed to fit into everything, into life.

And you... you couldn’t even breathe around him without wondering if you were doing everything wrong.

You set the guitar down with a sharp sigh, the sound too loud in the quiet of the studio. Standing up, you paced, unable to sit still as your thoughts collided with each other, sharper now, more frantic. What was it about him that made everything feel both so simple and impossible? The way he’d looked at her, the way they fit together—it felt so effortless, so right. You’d watched him move with her, and for a brief, ridiculous moment, you wondered if you could ever have that. But you weren’t like them. You weren’t that easy, that sure of yourself.

You grabbed the guitar again, but it felt even more distant this time. It was just another object, another tool, in a room full of things you used to make sense of the chaos. The soft notes, the gentle strumming—none of it matched the whirlwind inside you. You needed something stronger, something that could hold what you were feeling, but the music just wouldn’t come.

What was it you were really searching for? You still didn’t know. But you did know one thing: you weren’t ready to face it.

The guitar felt foreign now, the touch of it somehow wrong as you strummed another failed chord. The frustration built, and your fingers slipped off the strings again. Your thoughts turned back to Gojo—his laugh, his smile, the way he moved like he was untouchable. And, God, how easy it all seemed for him. Why was it so effortless for him to just... exist, and so impossible for you? Why did everything about him make you feel like you were drowning?

The last thing you wanted was for him to be in your head like this, but there he was. His face, his touch, that damn smile that seemed to slice through everything, leaving you exposed and uncertain. And what were you supposed to do with all of that?

You exhaled shakily, leaning back into the couch, the room spinning just slightly. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t anger. It was... something else. Something far more unsettling. You tried to deny it, but it was there, festering beneath the surface—the way your heart twisted every time you thought about him.

You didn't want to want him. You didn’t even know how to want him. But there it was, the ache.

Maybe it was the feeling that you'd never quite measure up to whatever it was he had with her. Maybe it was the knowing that, no matter how hard you tried, you’d never feel the way he seemed to make it look—effortless, natural, right.

And all you could do was sit in the silence, that hollow ache growing louder, until the music was just noise, and nothing made sense anymore. PART TWO

[potol0ver]

Hello! I've really enjoyed your hcs and requests for Erik and I was wondering, could you write one for Erik with a partner who is an artist that views him as a muse? Drawing his masked face and doodling his hands and figure silently all the time even if they don't tell him they find him beautiful outright, it's obvious in their secret artwork

Yessss this is adorable i love this

Tags; GN reader, artist reader, Drabble (I still don’t know if I’m using that word right-)

Even before you and Erik got together, Erik knew about YOURE artistic skills. Always watching you from the shadows as you worked on your next masterpiece. No matter how “bad” or unfinished the project was, he adored it like it belonged in the museum. The older works that you forgot about he stole and put up in his home deep under the Opera house, he couldn’t help it, he needed to be surrounded by your brilliants.

After you two starting talking and interacting with each other he noticed how your works became a little more moody, or take more inspiration from the Opera house itself more. Erik entertained the idea that you’re doing that because it reminds you of him, but he snaps himself out of it thinking that he’s just showing you more of the Opera, of course you’re inspired. It’s not because of him.

Overtime the two of you became an inseparable pair, you can continue to work on your art in his home as well as he can work with you in there to, if anything it’s boosting both of your work ethics. Erik sitting at his piano and you sitting nearby with your sketch book in hand, how can it get any better than this? Perfectly domestic and calm as you two worked on your art. If only he knew, just like he’s writing songs about you, that you’re drawing him as your muse.

Sitting in your lounge chair off to the side of his piano room, you sat sketching him with a charcoal pencil. Slowly but surely capturing his appearance with small strokes and the occasional intentional smudge of the charcoal on the page for definition. You couldn’t help but have a small smile as you take a look at the page, you capture him perfectly in your eyes. His mask, his hair, even the disgruntled look of him as he focuses on his music, leaning over his piano.

Truth be told this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’ve say many times in this chair sketching him, let it be just his face, or maybe some anatomy practice where you focused on how he held his body. Like all artists hands were the bane of your existence, but you couldn’t help but try and tackle that subject to immortalize his, whether they’re in his leather gloves or bare, they were always intriguing.

Erik was always a muse to you, even before you ever saw him and only heard his voice. Those drawings of the opera house you did were made to try and capture him. They were always the places and moods that you felt like captured his unique aura and voice. The day you finally saw him even in the shadows you couldn’t help but try your best to get it on paper. Truth is you’re as infatuated with him as he is with you, but he’d never guess that.

Now that you’re spending most days with him, it’s hard to hide the fact you’re drawing him. As odd as it sounds you just didn’t want to be seen as a creep for it. Your sketch book quickly filling up with all the sketches you’ve done of him, and you still don’t feel confident enough to show him one. Maybe, in time when you create a masterpiece as him as your muse will you finally show him, but until then, he’ll continue to be your secret muse.

[wileys-russo]

can i request an alessia x reader where it’s after a game and reader is going round and taking photos with fans and stuff and one of them is a small child and has a really cute interaction with said child, alessia is watching from a distance with katie and katie tease lessi about looking so in love, or just something along those lines if that’s ok 🙂

lovesick II a.russo

“guys I’ll try my best to get to as many of you as possible but i really have to go soon! i’m so sorry i’m expected at the post match press conference and it starts in five minutes.” you apologised, wincing as the yelling for your name and attention only increased as you hurried from fan to fan, smiling quickly for selfies and scribbling your name as neatly as you could on jersey after jersey.

your girlfriend watched on from a distance, arms folded over her chest and a slight frown on her face as she noticed the growing distress on your own. you were always the first to head toward the fans and the last to leave, but with the popularity of the game growing you’d never ever be able to please everyone and alessia knew the harsh comments which always followed affected you more than you let on.

“well well well if it isn’t guard dog russo protectively watching over her little girlfriend!” she heard a voice tease in her ear as fingers poked at her sides and she swatted away the irishwoman who grinned. “leave me alone macca you know what she’s like.” alessia grumbled with a roll of her eyes.

“i do. remember i’ve actually known her longer than you have russo!” katie laughed flicking at the tall blondes ear who sent her a scowl, gaze quickly pinned right back at you. “she’s a big girl less she’ll be fine. much as she has her big bad golden retriever guard dog always one step behind her.” katie cooed mockingly pinching the younger girls cheeks who shoved her away again.

“i’m not a golden retriever!” alessia protested with a frown at the common nickname she’d earned herself within the team. “oh sorry maybe something with a bit more bark than bite mmm, a golden doodle or a poodle perhaps?” katie pondered with a grin, ducking as the blonde swung at her and she ooh’d.

“struck a nerve have i russo?” katie teased but alessia’s attention was elsewhere.

“I have to go now i’m so sorry! i’ll try to come back if i can!” you apologised as you started to back away from the continuing yells and screams for your attention, most of your team already off the pitch as you were already late for the press conference.

“y/n! y/n! please i wanna be just like you when i grow up!” your head swivelled and your resolve wavered seeing an adorable little brunette wearing your number and frantically waving her hands at you, squished against the fence by the adults surrounding her.

“we flew from belfast, you’re her favourite player of all time even above the irish girls.” her mum explained as she appeared beside her, and you heard one of the staff call your name a few feet away, tapping her wrist impatiently to signal you were already late.

“oh balls.” you grumbled under your breath, rushing back toward the barrier and quickly scooping the brunette up into your arms. “what’s your name sweets?” you asked as you plopped her down beside you, gently turning her around so both of your jerseys showed your number and her mum took a picture.

“aishling.” she beamed, tears welling up in her eyes as she practically tackled you into a hug, the unexpected knock taking you off your feet as her mum yelled at her and you assured it was fine, sitting back up and giving her a proper hug before settling her on your hip.”

“smile for your mum!” you pointed to the camera with a grin of your own, tickling her sides as she laughed and her mum took another photo. “thank you so so much, you’ve just made her entire year.” the woman thanked you as you gently placed aishling back down behind the barrier, ruffling her hair with a smile.

“i’m glad. but i am so incredibly late and i quite like having a job so i really have to go. thank you all for coming out!” you clapped the fans and tried to ignore the boo’s from those you’d missed, grabbed by the staff member who told you off as she dragged you away toward the press conference.

your girlfriend had watched the entire interaction with a face like melted butter, millions of scenarios of that one day being your own child you held on your hip, how good of a mum you’d be, waking up beside you as your kids would jump on top of the pair of you, their giggles filling the room as you’d both relentlessly tickle them for the wake up call.

“oh my god your face russo! you’re so in love with her it’s absolutely disgusting. god i can feel my lunch coming back up hold on!” katie begin to gag, doubling over with her hands on her knee’s as alessia was snapped out of her trance, shoving the older girl who held up a finger and continued to gag.

“and you’re supposed to be the adult between us?” alessia mumbled with a roll of her eyes but not without a small smile tugging at her lips as she made a beeline back inside, heading for the media room with katie trailing along after her.

it would appear she made it only a few seconds after you as she watched you trip your way up onto the stage in your haste, jonas hurrying to steady you and help you sit down as amused chuckles broke up among the journalists scattered around the room.

clearly embarrassed you mumbled an apology for your both abrupt and late entry as your face burnt bright red and jonas started calling for questions.

alessia caught your eye after a moment, sending you a reassuring smile and gesturing for you to breath as you inhaled deeply and nodded, the striker sending you a thumbs up and mouthing she was proud of you.

but she didn’t miss the smirk which crossed your face for a moment, your eyes moving past her as alessia glanced over her shoulder and saw katie mimicking her every move.

scowling alessia wasted no time shoving the irish defender back outside with her, not wanting to distract you any further as they headed for the change rooms and katie slung an arm over the younger girls broad shoulders.

“ah russo you’ve got it bad you know, you are lovesick my friend. absolutely down bad would do anything for her and marry her in a heartbeat lovesick.”

and alessia made no move to argue with her.

[chibieggplant]

Doodles ~ Part 3

Trafalgar Law soulmate au | Imagine a magical connection between you and your soulmate, where everything you write on your arm appears on your soulmate's arm, too.

Part 3/3 | Part One | Part Two

“I…” You could only manage one word at this point; any more words were too hard to get out as you stared at the spot on his arm where the bear doodle previously was. The thought of your soulmate existing was already absurd, and you had long given up on trying to believe. However, this…this was proof. The bear doodle, exact, no room for misinterpretation. You were so shocked you could barely even speak at all as you remained still. All you could do was stare forward as your eyes moved to meet his.

Law looked at you, and as soon as he spotted your shock, he instantly understood what you were feeling. After all, his reaction was the same. Law was practically dumbfounded as the realisation hit him. Yet he also felt like the most idiotic person in the entire world. He never wrote back. Not once. Now that his soulmate was right in front of him, he felt both delighted and upset at himself as he continued to stare at you. He was feeling all kinds of emotions all at once. Joy, shock, fear, and so much more that he couldn’t even think of a name for. He felt so happy, yet so stupid; so relieved yet so scared.

Law couldn’t take his eyes off you despite part of him wanting to run away. He could see you trying to process everything as it came flooding in after years of silence. He felt terrible, awful. At this moment, he felt like an idiot for not writing back to you. His feelings were just as chaotic as yours right now. He could barely believe this was real. He had spent an entire decade telling himself he had no time for his soulmate. That he would only bring you trouble; after all that time, it felt surreal to be standing before you, knowing that fate had bound you together.

Law tried to muster up something to say, but it seemed just as challenging for him to speak as it appeared for you. Yet he needed to say something. There was this entire decade’s worth of conversation he needed to make up for. He tried to move his arms, perhaps to hug or touch you in some way, as he felt the need to show you some physical affection after so long, but it was as if they were frozen in place. The next thing he noticed was a tear started to roll down your cheek. His heart froze in his chest at the sight of the tear running down your face. This was what made him break. He could deal with you looking shocked. He could deal with you staring at him blankly. But seeing your tear just sent a spear through him. His vision was becoming blurrier as tears slowly began to fall from his eyes, too. He was a mess, and he suddenly felt so lucky to meet his soulmate finally. He realised he had wasted an entire decade’s opportunity to talk to you. To spend time with you. As this realisation set in, he wanted nothing more than for you to forgive him.

“W-why didn’t you write back?” your voice was full of emotion, and it was hard for you to manage it enough to get the words out. But it had to be said. Your tears quickly turned into a steady stream flowing down your cheeks as you began to break down in your senses. The floodgates had opened, and all the hurt you had felt, all the sadness you had felt and all the pent-up feelings had just been released. Law couldn’t hold it back anymore. He let out a muffled cry as he rushed forward and hugged you as tightly as he could. Law kept his hold tight around you as he buried his head into your shoulder. Your words hurt him. They really hurt him. He didn't want to give you some lame excuse, but the harder he tried to come up with something, the more he realised that his reason was just plain stupid.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…” he said it again and again, his voice slowly becoming even more muffled as he became even more emotional. His heart raced as he remembered all of his own emotions. He was scared. He was scared that you would hate him. Scared that you would never forgive him. Scared to hear your response to his apology. He was scared of…well, a lot of things. He wanted to speak, though; he wanted to explain his stupid behaviour.

Law still couldn’t get the words out, though, as a few more tears streamed down his face. All he could do right now was cling to you as he continued to mutter his apologies. He was scared that you were going to reject him. After a decade of no response, you must despise him. His mind was in a frenzy. It was filled with an ungodly amount of fears and regrets. He hated himself. He should have written back all that time ago. He should have talked to you. He shouldn’t have made you feel so alone. For someone that everyone regarded as intelligent, he felt so stupid. Stupid for not writing back. Stupid for ignoring you. He was foolish for thinking he didn’t have time. Everything just felt so silly and pointless. He was probably the worst soulmate in the entire world. He couldn’t even imagine how much you must hate him for his actions. What a horrible person he was. This is why he never wrote back. He didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve anyone.

Your words sounded broken through muffled sobs as you clung to him and buried your head in his shoulder. “I-i thought you didn’t exist, I-i thought I didn't have anyone…”

Law froze at your words as they hit him like another spear to the heart. The years of silence, the years of false hope. All that wasted time. He was fully aware that he had been thoughtless by disregarding your emotions. But hearing you say it just broke his heart even more. He squeezed you tightly as he tried to suppress his pain. “I’m so sorry…I-”

He was an idiot. He shouldn’t have let this go on so long. He shouldn’t have been so stupid. He should have just listened to his heart and written back. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved your silly doodles. But he was afraid. He was scared of rejection and convinced that no one could love him. “Please forgive me…I…I…” Law could barely finish. He prayed to every possible god that you could forgive him for his stupidity. He continued to sob into your shoulder, squeezing you as tightly as he could as he repeated his apology. He hoped to god that there was still a chance at forgiveness. He prayed that you could forgive him. Because right now, he could barely stand for how much of an idiot he had been. All this time, he had thought you would be better off without him, so he never wrote back, but all he had done was sabotage himself. He had deprived himself of years' worth of conversations. Years worth of love.

“…I was so afraid you’d hate me, t-that I was…” Law choked out as the last words left his mouth. All the guilt all of the regret came crashing down over him. He felt weak. He felt so damn…stupid. This whole time, he had convinced himself that he was okay with being apart from you. That all of this didn’t matter to him. But at this moment, his whole world came crashing down. You were real. You were his soulmate. And he had made a fool out of himself by avoiding you all these years. He felt sick. He had lost an entire decade of potential happiness all because he was an idiotic, scared little brat. But now, you were real. You were real and in his arms.

“I thought…that I was too broken. I thought that there was no way that you could ever love someone like me. And I was so…” Law broke down again, finally saying the words he had been dying to say all this time. Words he had been denying for a very long time. “I just thought you would deserve someone so much…better…I’d bring you trouble” Law’s grip loosened up slightly, but his arms still wrapped tightly around you as he continued to bury his face into your shoulder. “I…I thought that I didn’t deserve you. I…I‘m not a good person. So, I thought I was doing both of us a favour by not…not writing back. I was going to protect you from myself” He could barely manage to get the words out as fresh tears streamed down his face. It might have seemed like a weak excuse, but it was the truth.

“I-I know I've been the world's biggest idiot, but…the longer I avoided it, the harder it was to write anything. I didn’t even know how I could face you after…after all of this time. I was scared of what you’d say. I thought you’d probably hate-“ His breath hitched. He hated that he had been so afraid. He regretted that he had not given you a chance. He was now aware that as a consequence of this, he might end up losing something he never got the opportunity even to experience.

“It’s okay…” you suddenly said as you held back any more tears, interrupting the torrent of words about to erupt from Law’s mouth. You paused momentarily and leaned back to meet his gaze as you spoke. “It’s okay…you’re here now.”

Law froze as you interrupted him, and those two simple words hit him like a brick to the head. He had been so scared and so worried but...it was okay? You didn’t hate him-no you forgave him. You had found it in you to forgive him even though he had kept away from you for years. Even though he was the one who refused to write you even a single word, you had forgiven him? It was unbelievable. You were still standing there, holding onto him as tightly as he was holding onto you. Law didn't understand. He held onto you with the same intensity, trying to take in the weight of your forgiveness. He was utterly flabbergasted, he shouldn’t have been this surprised. You were just that type of person, you just forgave, and you just accepted. You were a genuine, good person to the very core. It was too much for Law though. He was used to harsh words, not forgiveness. He was used to being hated by most people and not being accepted. He found it difficult to cope with the situation.

Law’s grip loosened slightly, and he began to sob harder. He felt weak, and this was the most weak he had felt in a long time. He was supposed to be strong, but now he was breaking down. He was supposed to be able to take on all of this stress, but he couldn’t. He had no control, and he despised it. “H-how can you?…”Law’s lips were trembling as he tried to get a proper grasp on himself. He couldn’t believe you had forgiven him. Law was supposed to be some irredeemable, evil bastard, yet here he was, having the kindest, most gentle person he had ever known forgive him. He felt his entire body go limp. Tears were pouring down his face at the sudden onslaught of forgiveness. It just all became too much for him. He had been expecting to be hated, hated for the past decade of silence. But it was forgiveness instead. He felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he suddenly tightened his grip on you as hard as he could. “W-why are you being so nice to me? I mean, I don't even deserve your kindness…”

“Shhh…” you whispered as your arms wrapped around him as tight as they could. You weren’t going to let him self-deprecate. He’d spent the last decade hating himself and living in regret. You were going to fix that right here, right now. You were going to make sure that he knew what he deserved. And you were going to start by not letting him say any more bad things about himself.

“H-how can you forgive me…after everything? It’s not fair to you…” Law struggled to hold back his emotions as he attempted to protest.

“Because I have spent years believing that I didn't have a soulmate, and now, you're finally here, and it all feels worth it” You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled away slightly and wiped away the last of your tears. You felt like this moment was surreal, and the thought of rejecting him had never even crossed your mind. He was your soulmate, after all.

Law pulled back slightly too, his gaze fixed on you. And when he saw your smile, he felt warmth wash over him. His heartbeat slowed, and he finally felt he could breathe properly again. So this was it. He had finally found what he had been missing all this time - a person whom he could honestly care for and who reciprocated that same level of care. It was more than just a soulmate; it was a connection that had been absent from his life until now. He never even imagined this feeling. It was truly something else. And yet…he spent a decade afraid of this. He spent over a decade avoiding this feeling. He spent so much time, a decade's worth of time, just avoiding something that he always wanted despite telling himself the very concept was absurd. It was unbelievable, and it was downright moronic. But now here he was, with his soulmate. He was so happy, but at the same time, just so full of regret. But he didn’t want to focus on the past anymore. He spent enough time being alone. All that mattered was now.

Law slowly loosened up as his grip on you also loosened. He let out a deep, long sigh. he felt tired, but in the best way possible. It had been so long since he had felt this calm, this…serenity. His heart rate was finally stabilising, and though his breathing was still heavy, he was finally recovering. He took a gentle hold of your hand. He looked into your eyes and smiled. Law was finally done with it; he was finally done with letting the past rule him. He was finally done with letting his insecurities control him, and he was finally done letting the fear of others influence his every action. With this realisation came an entirely genuine smile. He had never really given much thought to his expression, but now it was the most genuine smile he had ever worn. It wasn't fake or forced. It was his natural smile, and he was finally free to let that be. The wave of relief and catharsis he had felt washed over him. It was the best feeling in the entire world...

Law continued to stare into your eyes as he lightly squeezed her hand. He felt at peace. At peace with himself, and at peace with life. Life didn't seem so cruel anymore, and neither did he. He was ready for anything life threw at him now. He just needed to know that you would stick around with him through all of it. Law gently squeezed your hand one more time before he spoke. He was never usually the talkative or the emotional type, but this whole interaction had brought those qualities straight to the surface. Now, he didn't mind talking just a bit more. He wanted to. “y/n…I…I have to ask…”

You smiled and nodded your head reassuringly. There was nothing he could say that would be off-limits. Law could ask you anything he wanted to ask. You had to know his heart before you went any further, right?

He looked you in the eyes as he took a deep breath before continuing. “y/n, could…could you really learn to love me despite all of this? Despite all of the stupid, idiotic actions I've made?” Law was almost afraid of the answer you might give. Would you still care about him if you knew even half the horrible things he had done? And what about everything else about him? What about his past? His personality? His actions? Everything about him was a mess. But…you were his soulmate, weren't you? So, if anyone had the potential to love him for who he was, it would be you.

You already knew the answer to his question, but you took a moment to consider the most effective way to express it. Eventually, you just decided to answer with complete honesty. “…I’ve been waiting years to speak to you. Years to find out who you are…wondering what you look like, what kind of person you are, what your favourite foods are, if you prefer morning or night…” you softly chuckled. “And I would love nothing more than to get to know every little thing about you….” Gently, you whispered your final words, and a faint rosy hue appeared on your cheeks “to fall in love with you…”

Your answer made him smile, and his grip on your hand tightened just the slightest bit. Your words were reassuring, but at the same time, he expected nothing else coming from you. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that someone accepted him. Someone who would even go as far as spending time with him to get to know him. To even consider the possibility of loving him. His cheeks blushed as he felt the warmth wash over his face after hearing your words. “…I-I like onigiri…and I’m more of a night owl than a morning person.” Law softly chuckled; he felt silly, and his cheeks were now a light shade of red. This was all so foreign to him, this light...affection...he could almost get used to it. Law's lips slowly began to form a warm smile. He clasped your hand and softly ran his thumb over your skin. He wasn't sure if you could tell, but this was the happiest he had felt in years.

[vikkirosko]

🐰 Jax x fem!Reader headcanons Black and white angel 🗝

Jax and you got into the circus at about the same time, but you looked completely different. Unlike him, who looked like a cartoon rabbit, you were more human, though also cartoonish. You looked like characters from old black-and-white cartoons. You were black and white yourself, wearing an old-fashioned dress like the ones worn by the heroines of old movies, with a hairstyle in the same style, and on your back was a small pair of angel wings. You looked charming, but it was just an appearance. Pretty quickly, Jax, as well as the rest of the circus inhabitants, found out that you were short-tempered, irritable and sarcastic, which pleased him until your irritation was directed at him

You found him the least annoying of all, which made you spend time together quite often. Jax managed to amuse you with jokes and practical jokes about others, but the longer you knew each other, the more he realized that your irritation most often stemmed from your fatigue. You were annoyed that you had to constantly wear a dress that, among other things, seemed short to you, to which Jax usually said that it suited you and it was this dress that allowed him to look at least at something pleasant. You complained irritably that you were forced to constantly walk in heels without the opportunity, not only to change shoes, but just to take off your shoes. Jax remembered how you tried to take off your shoes, but it was like they were part of your feet and you just didn't have the opportunity to get rid of them. Sometimes you complained to him that you really wanted to smoke. Jax joked that if you can leave the circus, the first thing he will do is buy you a pack of cigarettes so that you can finally calm down. You usually didn't take such promises seriously, but this time you thanked him and Jax saw the weariness in your eyes

The more people there were in the circus, the more often you thought about how much time you spent there. You didn't remember exactly what year you and Jax ended up there, but it started to feel like many years had passed since you were in the real world. When Pomni appeared, you hoped that at least some fresh air would appear in the circus. In a way, Jax shared your views, seeing new ways to have fun. Usually you were just an observer, but seeing the grin that stretched your black lips, Jax felt pleased. You were the one he liked to spend time with and who shared his views on some things, and as long as his pranks continued to please you, he was happy. The others didn't always understand how you could spend so much time with him, but you were really happy with his company. You didn't try to influence him, but in situations where others tried to restrain him, including physically, you continued to stay away, realizing that there wasn't much you could do against everyone else, even though you felt sorry for him

When you could relax, Jax often came to your room. Even there, it looked like a location from an old cartoon, but you got used to it. You didn't mind his visits. You could talk about everything in the world, and while you weren't looking, Jax could paint on the walls of your room with crayons he found at the circus, adding bright colors to your room. You didn't know how to draw or do anything like that, but Jax didn't need to be able to draw to do it. He would draw a doodle and then tell me what it was, even if it wasn't really like that. You listened to his stories while sitting on the floor next to him, and at some point you could just rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes tiredly. You didn't really need to sleep, but you were trying to get rid of the feeling of fatigue that seemed to be with you all the time, and Jax just liked it when you were around. Sometimes you let him touch your wings, even though you weren't sure if you felt anything from his touch on the wings. When you first joined the circus, you tried to figure out if you could fly, but over time you finally became convinced that your wings had an exclusively decorative function, but Jax still continued to touch them, each time under your gaze saying that he would not pull out your feathers

Sometimes Jax wondered what it was like in the real world. He was wondering if you would have continued laughing at his jokes, or if you were able to get closer only because of the limited number of people you could communicate with. He'd like to see the real you. You couldn't remember what you really looked like, except that you didn't look like you did in the circus. But until you had the opportunity to leave the circus, your dreams were just dreams, and you continued to spend time together. You continued to chat and share what annoyed you, he continued to make you laugh, and you continued to inspire him to make new jokes, even though Jax himself would never admit it to you

[sicbaby]

sended this to another acc i really like but ill send this here too :p

vendetta!leon with the biggest corruption kink ever and the girl (reader) that lives in the house just next to his, that always make sure to wish him to "have a good day" when she sees him and gets all red when he says it back, that when she bakes something she always make sure to save some to give it to him, and she tries to have a "friendship" with him so bad but he always seems to ignore her

and he does tries to ignore her because he knows he is def not a good man, he knows it so he always try to show to her that he is not a person, but shes just too stupid to realize that to the point that it makes him a little annoyed and worried for her, it still makes him hard lol

i love vendetta leon cause let’s be real he’s the biggest piece of shit alive and he’s an alcoholic so added bonus! i fantasize about him treating me like shit… anyways.

i imagine reader being a bit of a bimbo of some sort. like so dumb in the brain that there’s absolutely no room for sad or depressing or actual real thoughts that would ruin her day. and leon’s the exact opposite. all he thinks about is sad, fucked up shit that would probably make you vomit on the spot. but he likes that about you, your innocence. it makes him a bit sick, realizing he wants to do nothing but take advantage of you and expose you to the dark thoughts he has.

he can’t deny you’re sexy. those short skirts and low cut tops that have your breasts practically spilling out when you wave good morning to him. the crush you have on him is so painfully obvious. leon isn’t used to that. are you his type? not exactly. but he thinks he could have some fun with you.

he doesn’t start getting annoyed until you start leaving shit on his porch. cute notes, food items, weird love letters that look like a middle schooler made them with cute stickers and heart doodles all over. he’s a grown ass adult for christ sake. he rips up the letters, leaves the remnants on the porch for you to see.

you do see it, makes your heart wrench. yet you keep trying. you really, really like him.

in one last attempt at trying to get his full attention, you take over some food to his house, not just leaving it on the porch this time.

leon answers the door with a scowl on his face. he sees the food and your hopeful smile. “come in.” he grumbles, no greeting necessary. it ticks him a bit that you genuinely think you could win him over this way. your heart flutters as you walk in, taking in his messy house, setting the food down on the counter.

“you know, sweetheart. i’m not an easy man to please. yet, here you are…” he trails off.

you’re so nervous, face burning and throat so dry you feel like throwing up. “i-i just.. wanted to be a good neighbor, you know?”

“bullshit.” he responds quickly, makes you flinch slightly. he couldn’t help himself.

“a good neighbor,” he repeats, a dark chuckle following it. “is that really what you think? you think leaving me food and love letters makes you some kind of saint? don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. this isn’t about being a good neighbor. it’s about you wanting something from me. something you can’t seem to get through that empty, pretty little head of yours.”

he enjoys watching your facial expressions. your smile faltering, face turning into uncertainty. he knows he has the power to turn you into anything he wanted. it was too easy. he called you pretty, though!

“you think i’m some prize, some object to be won, don’t you?” he continues. you’re stunned, mouth open slightly, wanting to interject but nothing comes out.

“relax,” he chuckles. “i’ll let you have me. but i want something from you, first.” he says, inching closer to you, trapping you against the counter. his words were not a promise, merely a trick to get you to give yourself up to him. but he probably didn’t even have to “trick you.” one word and you’d be on his knees for him, wouldn’t you?

you nod eagerly, just as predicted. god, it makes him laugh, it makes him hard. how’d he get so lucky? you didn’t even put up a fight. “anything. i’ll do anything.”

those words triggered something in his brain. and you had absolutely no idea what he was going to do to you. he grabs you by the wrist roughly, leading you to his dark bedroom, throwing you on the bed. he starts degrading you, calling you “slut” and commands you to address him as “sir,” or maybe even “master.” (he’s a sick fuck let’s be real, wants you to be his dumb little pet.)

he could see the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, but you both know you had already given yourself up to him. but that didn’t really matter to him anyway.

he crawls over you, pinning your arms up above your head, kissing at your neck. you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he did so. it made your stomach churn but made your panties wet.

he continues to practically rip your clothes off, muttering things along the lines of “you’re mine now,” “such a pretty little slut,” etc,. every single movement he makes is rough. including spanking, choking, unleashing all his pent up anger, his darkest desires onto you. your pleasure comes second to his.

you’re completely at his mercy, almost like a toy to him. but you like him so much, so you let him :(. you just wanna be his dumb girl.

he ends up fucking you in every single position until you’re a drooling, senseless mess.

not only were you his dumb girl, but you were his slut, his toy, his possession. and in the end, that’s all that mattered to you. at least now, you were finally his.

[quotidianish]

TF2 x ATLA AU :3

Lore, close ups, and doodles underneath !

Scout, Pauling, and Ludwig are the main three- scout, who’s an (admittedly shitty) airbender but not the avatar, who ran away after his father left. Once spotted by fire nation soldiers, he is presumed to be the avatar- and scout basks in the glory of his false identity. Pauling- a studious, too serious for her own good, non-bender, who’s Medic’s student. She’s of the southern water tribe, treating medic like her paternal figure after the disappearance of her aunt. Medic is (unbeknownst to pauling and scout) a blood bender who was exiled for his practices. He doesn’t seem to care for anyone or anything, also being very jovial and cheery.

All Pauling and Scout know is that Ludwig was exiled from the northern water tribe then fled to the south for an undisclosed reason. Pauling never bothered to pry and the Scout was too intimidated to. Here the avatar cycle has indeed been broken. It’s up to a group of nine ragtag men and one mousy girl to defeat Gray Mann.

And the main three villains are soldier, demo, and sniper who're all fire nation folk. Sort of the team rocket; never truly competent enough to cause real damage, that or their hearts truly aren’t in it.

Soldier's a fire bender who specializes in jet propulsion and was kicked out of the army. He thinks if he steals back the avatar, they'll let him back in. A weapon since childhood, once a bully, always a bully, or so he’s heard.Character arc being the realization the fire nation army isn't worth fighting for. Surprisingly, he is very good with spirits, opposite to his best friend, Tavish, who despises them.

Demo’s just trying to impress his mum and be a good friend to the Soldier. People pleasing tendencies, that's his character arc. He's supposedly a non bender who's mighty good with swords; but underneath his inconspicuous-ish eye patch holds a combustion bending tattoo. Only Jane knows this. Well-versed in calligraphy.

Sniper is a 26 year old yuyan archer who was discharged for failing a mission while he was young. He joined the other two with the same goal as the Soldier. His yuyan archer tattoo still remains. He's a non bender with excellent aim, who grew up on the rural outskirts of the fire nation. His character arc is something about not adhering to expectations and learning who he's fighting for; a combination of the demoman and the soldier’s lessons.

Spy's a crusty airbender constantly sporting a mask to hide his tattoos, and knife. Nobody has a clue where he's from and he takes orders from whoever pays him best. His airbending tricks are so subtle, the public believes him to be a crafty nonbender. Usually said tricks are only invisibility and voice alteration. While not assassinating political figures he traverses the spirit world looking for his wife, a fellow air nomad, avoiding physical aging in brief sprints of time. He returns on a well paid mission to kill the “avatar,” which was presumably the scout. Little does he know, that weird whiteboy is just some lame airbender. Who’s also his son. His bad.

Engineers the metalbender; an art perfected by his ancestors and passed down in whispers to him. I haven't developed him much. He teaches the Scout what he knows while obscuring information on how he got that metal arm. Him and the Pyro have a shared love of blacksmithing. From an explosion, he thinks..

Pyro's a spirit probably. Nobody knows what he is. Where he’s from? Pyro. What’s his gender? Pyro. Guy who sets things on fire. Presumably human judging by his questionable use of what looks to be fire bending. And also the Spy's companion! They met in the spirit world. He and the Soldier form a close bond quite quickly thanks to their good graces with spirits (to Tavish’s immense dismay).

Heavy's an earth bender who continues to win in underground fights. Residing in ba sing se with his three sisters and elderly mother, scout pauling and medic meet him in an earth bender championship. Despite what his appearance suggests, his patience is unmatched, which is his greatest strength. He has near -perfect seismic sense. He and the Medic get on quite well, and after the fire lord has been struck down, form a duo in the ring, earning even more won championships.

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 4

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!Reader

This includes Kid’s POV of the end of Chapter 3 while the reader is in the shower. 😳

Also to clarify, Badger is a made up character, I didn’t feel like incorporating a cannon character into the reader’s backstory. I spent literally 2 seconds on the name and even less time on a vague description of him which I’ll post later.

TW: swearing, voyeurism, masturbating (both male and female)

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After you left him on the deck, Kid ate slowly, thinking out the details of his next steps. He had no idea where this bastard, Badger, was or even what he’d look like.

Plus the West Blue was crawling with dangerous crews and the notorious 5 Families of the West, headed up by Capone Bege. Not someone Kid was on good terms with and, depending on how deep into the West they’d go, someone they’d likely run into.

While Kid would prefer to just make this a quick mission, so they could double back and enter the Grand Line, he was excited to think of all the practice the crew would get fighting all these other crews. It’d be good training before they entered the New World.

After finishing, he pulled out the maps and started charting again. Wire eventually returned to join him and the two worked quietly. Kid was making a list of things they could get while in the West Blue when Wire spoke up.

“So what’s this Captain’s name?”

“Why’re you asking?” Kid growled. “Just chart the stupid map.”

“I’m nearly done, I just need to know where to find him, then I can finalize the map. Right now I’ve just got it charted how to get there while avoiding marines bases and included supply stops. But I need a specific area to finish.”

“His name is Badger.” Kid said after a beat.

“Is that his first name or last name?” Wire asked.

“The fuck if I know. His name is Badger, he’s in the West Blue, and I’m gonna kill him. Make the map.” Kid blustered for a moment, he felt a little silly, all this effort and he didn’t even know who the guy was. Fuck he didn’t even know if you’d been honest…. Nah you were nearly crying, you wouldn’t lie like that. Wire sighed heavily and Kid nearly smashed the table.

“Ok, I can’t finish it tonight, but I’ll go through some logs and see if I can get more info on him.” Wire relented, knowing the captain was at his limit. “We should be able to make it to the next island tomorrow, I’ll do some more digging then too.” Kid grunted an acknowledgement, head down as he finished his list, pen nearly tearing the paper.

Wire stood and started putting the supplies away, he glanced at his captain.

“Boss… you know-“ He paused and considered himself, Kid glanced at him with a scowl. Better play it safe. “Just let me know if you need anything, you know I’d help.” Kid bristled at that, but just grunted again to dismiss the tall man.

He doodled a few sketches of his projects on the list, trying to clear his head. Eventually he puts everything up and leans against the railing, watching the waves and night sky.

After an hour or so, Heat joins him to take his watch shift, but brought a few beers for his captain. Kid downs his first two quickly, then nurses the next one.

“It’s none of my business,” Heat starts off.

“Then don’t fucking bring it up.” Kid snaps.

“But I think we should get rid of the sniper rookie.” Heat continues, eyes on the coast.

“What? Why the fuck do you think that?” Kid stood to shout at him. “Thought you two were buddy-buddy?!” He could keep the jealously out of voice.

“She’s alright. But she’s soft.” Heat isn’t phased by the shouting. “She won’t make it in the Grand Line. We can’t have that type of weakness.”

“Quincy’s soft. Wire’s soft. You questioning my authority huh?” Kid gulped the rest of his drink and tossed the bottle behind him. “You think I keep a weak crew?! That what you’re trying to say?!”

“The only thing she’s got going for her is she’s cute.” Heat added nonchalantly, Kid was fuming.

“Fuck off like she’d want your ugly, stitched up headed ass!” Kid grabbed his vest, forcing the other man to look at him. “She’s staying, she’s a good sniper and a good crew mate. Fucking question me again and I’ll fucking throw you overboard!” Heat grinned and Kid felt like he’d been caught.

“I get why everyone’s been fucking with you lately,” Heat chuckled. “It’s fun. You’re so biased for her, I’m a little jealous really, wish you’d defend me this hard.”

Kid wanted to shout again but he felt like he’d reveal too much. Well, more than what he’d already done. His face was hot and he felt deflated, but he released Heat with a shove.

“Maybe if ya did your job and not play mind games I would.” He finally says, Heat resumes his watch. An awkward silence falls over them.

“It’s not that bad, Boss. Trust me it could be worse. Imagine you liked Pomp? He’s fucking insane. I heard he sold his ex husband’s kidney for cheating on him in a dream.” Heat tried to console his friend, not his forte, but he felt a little bad at his trick. Kid let out a short laugh.

“Fuckin’ hell that can’t be true…. Can it?” He started on his next beer, sitting back down. They laugh together again.

“I don’t actually think we should get rid of her. Just sayin.”

“I know.”

“Yeah she’s soft, but she saved my ass that last fight, shooting that guy trying to creep up on me while I was taking care of Reck.”

Kid just hummed in response, still hesitant to say anything about her. Heat noticed.

“I promise it’s not that bad.”

Silence.

“I don’t think she’s scared of you, not really at least.”

“I heard what she said to you.”

“I think she’s scared of her ex captain. Should make her sit down with Wire, he’d sort her head out.” Heat lit a cigarette, offering a pull to Kid who shook his head.

“Not a bad idea. Just don’t want anyone knowing how-“ He paused. “She can go to Wire but I’m not gonna make her.” He said finally, Heat nodded in understanding.

“You can’t say it, I gotcha.”

“I can’t say it first.” Kid sighed, finishing his last bottle.

“Makes sense. Don’t worry,” Heat claps his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “It’ll happen.”

“Since when have you gotten this mushy?” Kid sneered. “I hate it. Go back to minding your own business.” Heat laughed as his captain got up. It was past midnight and he was tired.

He made his way down the halls, he needed to return his dishes or else Killer would bitch at him all day tomorrow. He placed them in the sink, then a thought struck him. Quickly glancing in the fridge, your plate was still there, all wrapped up nicely.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he slammed the fridge shut. Fuck, you probably hadn’t finished your shit yet. He stalked down the halls towards your make shift shop room, irritated that you’d not finished yet and had still not eaten.

A small part of him was excited to have an excuse to talk to you, even if it was just to bitch at you. Maybe he’d walk you to the galley personally, to make sure you followed orders. Maybe he’d sit with you as you ate too, couldn’t let you try to skip out. After that he’d grumble at you for making him stay up late to babysit you, even though he chose to do it.

Then he may as well make you go to bed. His bed. With him. Obviously to make sure you didn’t try to sneak back to your project. He’d keep you pressed in his arms all night to ensure you didn’t try anything.

Fuck he needed to stop, he was hard in the middle of the hallway. He adjusted his belt before entering the shop room, hoping it’d hide his arousal. Somehow the shop was empty, all the weapons cleaned and stacked up correctly. He looked around for any mistakes or mess you’d left behind, anything that’d allow him a chance to speak with you.

But the room was spotless, everything put away correctly. Then where the fuck were you? He wondered if you went to bed right away, tempted to check your bunk. He headed toward it, pausing when he passed by the bathrooms, steam pouring out the door.

The doors to the bathrooms all had hatches at the top that opened to allow steam to vent. He was a little impressed that the hot water still worked after everyone’s showers.

With you in the stalls he didn’t have any excuse to bother you, you’d finished your work and unless he wanted to wait until you were out to force you to the galley, he was out of luck for tonight. Kid turned to go when he heard you moan.

Oh fuck.

He glanced around the halls, no one could hear you or see him palm his cock over his pants. You weren’t generous with your noises, obviously trying to stifle them, but some slipped out.

Your groans and whines sounded frustrated, like you couldn’t work how you wanted. He reached his hand inside his pants to grip himself, jaw clenched almost painfully to avoid alerting you. His mind filled in the gaps of what he couldn’t see. He pictured walking in and offering to help you reach your climax, since you still seemed to struggle.

He thought about how’d you’d look right then if he did, wet and naked, probably surprised and shy. Maybe you’d try to cover yourself, until you’d realize what he was offering. Or maybe you already knew he was there, confident he’d join you. Maybe you’d tell him exactly what you wanted from him.

He’d let you boss him around, at least at the start, but after you cum once or twice, then he’d be in control again. He thumbed his slit right as you let out a different moan.

Oh. That one was much more satisfied, he didn’t know what changed to make everything work for you, but he was pleased. He stroked himself faster now, checking the halls quickly, then held his ear to the open hatch. Your whines and moans were breathier, much more high pitched. He squeezed his cock, picturing it was you. When he closed his eyes and really focused on listening, he swore he could hear how wet your pussy sounds.

Your moans are getting faster and he tries to keep up, hand pumping hard to get himself off. Finally you let off a loud moan, cutting yourself off halfway through in a pathetic attempt to be quiet. He’s not quite there yet, so he moves his hand fast, but freezes when you turn of the shower.

Shit you were done. He was fucked.

Without adjusting his pants he quickly walks down the hall, his workshop is closer than his room. It’ll have to do for now, it’s not the first time he’s jacked off in there. He gets the door closed and locked before resuming.

Part of him is irritated, his high was so close just to be edged back. But more of him felt a little proud, you’d gotten off before him, as you should. Yeah it wasn’t like he’d gotten you to cum, but it still stroked his ego. He thought about that as he sat down, hand around himself again, stroking quickly.

He wondered how many times he should make you cum before he did. Hell how many times should you cum before he even fucked you with his cock. At least two times on his fingers and maybe three times of his tongue, that seemed fair.

He rubbed his tip harshly as he thought about your sounds, they were so sweet and full of emotion. Kid could basically read your mind from how expressive you were, so open and honest with your lewd moans. He could tell when you were close, when you were struggling, and even when something clicked. He wondered what it was that made you moan like that, thinking of ways to extract that info.

His climax caught him off guard as he thought about you. He came across his hand and chest with a groan, some of his spend getting on his pants. As he came down, panting as he leaned back in his chair, he could hear you walking down the hall.

Leaping up, he tucked himself back into his pants, grabbed an old rag to wipe the cooling cum from his hands and chest. He knocked over the chair and toppled a few tools in his haste. Your steps were quiet but he was hyper aware of you as you passed the door.

After a few minutes of quiet he finally exited, going straight to his room and laying face down on the bed. He wanted to shout but settled for smothering himself until he finally dozed off.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I please have a romantic Supernatural matchup? I’m a straight female, 21, introverted, an ISFJ and an Aquarius. I have brown wavy hair, freckles and blue eyes. I wear glasses at home but usually contacts when I’m out. Im a loyal, empathetic, quiet, shy and friendly person. I love to joke around and laugh. I’m sarcastic and make friendly comebacks to my friends’ banter. I’m insecure abt myself and struggle to acknowledge my achievements, often downplaying them and comparing myself to others. Im a good listener and have been told that I’m good with advice and comforting other people. I’d like people to listen to me too but I find it hard to voice my concerns or problems to my friends. I can be overtalked in group settings too due to my quiet nature around larger groups. I’m chattier and bubblier around less people/people im close with. I’m very accepting and always eager to learn. I can get nervous before social situations due to my shyness, but once I’m in conversation I’m fine. I’m doing a course that’ll lead a career in rehabilitative healthcare. Likes: Reading, Doodling, Chatting, Board Games, Going on walks & Singing. Dislikes: Spicy food, the dark, bugs especially spiders. Thank you!!

Hello!

Of course, you can have a Supernatural matchup!

I hope you like your matchup!

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I hope you enjoy!

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Romantic Matchup; Supernatural

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Gabriel -

You met Gabriel through Dean, Sam, and Castiel.

At first, you weren't sure what to make of him - he was flirty, cocky, and unpredictable, a stark contrast to your quieter, reserved nature.

He found your sarcasm hilarious, though and immediately took to teasing you.

The first time you hit him with a sarcastic comeback, his eyes lit up like he just found his new favorite person.

And you were his new favorite person.

You were wary of him at first.

He was a bit... Tricky, after all.

But when he genuinely helped on a case, and saved your ass once or twice, you started to trust him.

You also began to realize that when he wasn't around, and you and the boys were on a case somewhere, fighting who knows what, you'd magically stay safe...

You couldn't quite make sense of it, but you wouldn't get hurt, unlike the boys.

Maybe you had a guardian angel...

Gabriel adored how loyal and kind-hearted you were.

He noticed how you always listened to others, how you gave thoughtful advice, and how you were there for everyone.

But he also noticed that you didn't talk about yourself much.

He caught on quickly to how you downplayed your achievements and let others overtalk you.

That didn't sit right with him.

He made it his personal mission to hype you up at every opportunity.

When you were practicing some archery; "Damn, sweetheart, that shot was perfect. You trying to put Cupid out of business?"

When you were ranting to him about a book you had read; "Did anyone tell you you're basically a genius? No? Well, now you know."

When you came back to the bunker with the boys, only to find Gabe with a smirk on his face; "Look at you, saving the day again. Slay, Queen."

He always made sure you were heard in conversation.

Since, let's just get this out of the way, but Dean and Sam talk a lot.

If anyone started talking over you, he'd interrupt with, "Hey, I think Y/N was saying something important," before dramatically gesturing for you to continue.

Gabe loved making you laugh.

Seeing your shy smile turn into full-blown laughter?

That was his favorite thing.

And his favorite sound.

Gabe is ridiculously competitive.

If you're playing something like Monopoly, he'll 100% cheat just to mess with you.

"Gabe, put the money you stole from the bank back."

"What? I didn't steal anything."

When he learns you love to sing, oh it's over.

He demands duets.

If you're shy about it, he'll playfully nudge you until you join in, always picking songs he knows you love.

He insists you draw him.

When you finally do, he acts like it's a priceless masterpiece and literally snaps his fingers to put it in a fancy golden frame.

He'll teleport you to beautiful random places - Paris, a quiet forest, the top of a mountain - just because he loves seeing you happy.

It happens gradually.

Gabe starts noticing little things - how your face lights up when you talk about something you love, the way you tilt your head when you're deep in thought, how much he hates seeing you doubt yourself.

He starts lingering more - sticking around after hunts, teleporting you coffee, calling just to check in.

He flirts constantly, but it starts to feel... Different.

Less playful, more genuine.

He starts getting weirdly protective.

The hunts where you somehow left without a scratch on you were one thing, but heavens forbid if something does happen to you.

He is livid.

Not at you, never at you, but at himself for not keeping you safe as he always had since he met you.

He's whipped, honestly.

When he realizes he's in love with you, he panics.

Gabe doesn't do serious, right?

Right?

One night, after a hunt, you're both sitting outside the bunker, enjoying the night on the roof of your truck.

He's watching you - the way you absentmindedly doodle in the dirt, the way your eyes reflect the stars...

And before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "Do you have any idea how amazing you are?"

You laugh, assuming he's just teasing you again, but he shakes his head.

"No, I'm serious. You- You're kind, you're smart, you're... Everything. And it kills me that you don't see it."

He pauses, runs a hand through his hair, and mutters, "I think I'm in love with you, sweetheart."

You're stunned.

And when you finally managed to respond, he's already grinning. "Took me long enough, huh?"

Gabe lives to fluster you.

He'll whisper in your ear just to see you flush.

He doesn't smother you, but he always keeps an eye on you.

If you're feeling down, he'll crack a joke or teleport you somewhere to lift your spirits.

Random forehead kisses.

Playing with your hair.

Hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder or head.

Casually calling you "darling," "sweetheart," or "angel" like it's second nature.

If you ever feel insecure or start comparing yourself to others, Bage won't have it.

He'll gently lift your chin, make you look at him, and say, "You're perfect just as you are."

Making breakfast together.

Late-night movie marathons where he insists on watching bad movies just so you can roast them together.

Lazy morning where he refuses to let you get out of bed, wrapping his arms around you and mumbling, "Five more minutes... or five hours."

He doesn't even sleep, but bro...

Surprises you with spontaneous adventures.

Make sure you know every single day how amazing you are.

You're his safe place.

With you, he doesn't have to be the jokester all the time - he can be himself.

You see the good in him, and that means everything to him.

You sing with him, laugh with him, and make him feel loved in a way he never expected.

Gabe would love you fiercely and unapologetically.

He'd be your biggest cheerleader, your safe haven, your partner in crime.

He'd bring laughter, adventure, and endless affection into your life while making sure you always knew your worth.

And in return, you'd give him something he never thought he'd have...

A home.

[weombyee]

A Change in Him. (A Haikyuu Sibling Story)

Characters:

) Maneshi Azumane (Neshi). 21 years, Older sister of Asahi & Lers

) Asahi Azumane (Just Asahi). 16 years, Youngest & Lee. I decided to make this story since this lil baby boy is underrated and I wanted to introduce his sister. This story consists of (1,247 words). Enjoy!!

Addition is Asahi’s plump lil face to a spoiler of the story when he’s getting tickled 🥺 (he wasn’t in the gym, another spoiler)

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(Rewind to the Past)

|October 4, 2010|

Young Asahi was just chilling—placing his headphones on and playing random songs from his own phone. Believe it or not, he would always lighten up whenever the words “Let’s Play Volleyball Together” were mentioned.

I mean.. When Neshi would always place her volleyball on her side and would announce that she’d practice with him.. man, Asahi would drop everything down (whether his phone or paper for doodling) and would either storm outside with his sister on his back, or would tiptoe quietly to his room (to change his clothes) and would steal his big sister’s volleyball as she yelled in protest.

But the main reason of this is that.. he was never on his phone that much. Like, he’d always play volleyball on their backyard on his free time, but now—he’d just waste it on playing music on his phone. And when Maneshi stormed out of her room, got her volleyball, and raised it up in the air to proclaim that,

“We’re gonna play volleyball now! She continued. I’m already done with my online schooling (for collage), do you wanna-“

“No thanks.” Asahi replied, scrolling down to play a different genre. “I wanna try ✌️ new things ✌️.”

With that being said, Maneshi was genuinely shocked. Instead of Asahi storming out like usual, now.. he’d scroll on his phone all day. And that was for 2 freaking hours for goodness sake! (I won’t complain either, I do that too.. just playing in character)

After a few minutes of silence, she broke it down by sighing and setting her ball down—curiosity arose when he’d been playing a song called “Million Dollar Baby”. She’d also realize that he doesn’t usually like genres like that, but all of a sudden.. play that kind of music. She spoke with her curiosity levels reaching to the top of her level.

“Oh, your playing that song? I thought you didn’t like genres like that?” She continued. “And your screen time’s.. HOLY CR4P! A WHOLE 2 HOURS OF SCROLLING-“

“So what?!” Asahi raised his voice, feeling a bit too emotional over a small thing. “I’m banned from even scrolling on my phone right now??”

Asahi, looked up at her with puppy eyes (a look of someone who’s about to cry) and a small pout on his face. He replied, while Neshi’s voice stuttered a bit.

“S-Sorry. “ Maneshi felt bad but was really that curious to figure out o reason.. to why her little brother was suddenly changing.

She sat besides him as Asahi wiped his eyes, Maneshi hugged him a bit and said a bit of an apology before continuing from other topics running through her mind about his.. sudden change.

“I’m sorry Asahi, I really am. I’m just.. curious to why you suddenly changed your personal likes.” She rubbed his back again, and again, and again, till he was able to speak up.

“D-Do you remember those tiktokers..-?” Asahi answered, voice shaking.

Suddenly, Maneshi’s mood turned from concerned to a.. “Those tiktokers again?!” kind of tone. Maneshi crossed her arms, upset that her brother would believe those guys more than he’d believe the people he loved. Asahi quickly raised his hands in surrender, immediately dropping his phone as it lands on a comfy cushion.

“E-eh!? Calm down neesan! I-I was just.. Eh— Eehh!” Asahi suddenly shrieked as Maneshi suddenly poked his sides out of nowhere.

“It was to calm you down you little goober- wait.. Don’t tell me that your- “ Maneshi’s smile turned into a mischievous smirk, as she raised her fingers and wiggled them up in the air.

“N-No.. Noo! No I’m not ticklish! I’m not ticklish there! I swear! It was just a self defense act- Eck!” Asahi shrieked once more when Maneshi poked it again.

“Self defense? Come on, do you think your big sister would try to harm you? “ She replied, with a gently and soothing voice. Anyways.. Her smirk replaced her smile, ready to tickle him.

“H-Hey.. let’s talk about.. H-Heyyy! Gehhehehehe! Stahahahap! Ihihit tickles!” Asahi giggled, covering his mouth with both hands as he kicked his feet again and again.

“Hehe, your so cute when you squirm like this Azumane.” His big sister teased, continuing to poke his sides.

Asahi was helpless, laying down on the couch while his sister tickled him from behind. It was merciless—since the two of them were home alone together. Suddenly, Maneshi moved to her hands to a more ticklish place and began to run her hands up and down on his underarms.

“Hmph! Eck! Ahh! Haha!” Asahi let out those kinds of sounds, but kept his plumpy cheeks (along with his mouth) shut. But that all changed when..

“HAHAHAHA! NOOOO STAHAHAHAHAP! “ Maneshi quickly moved spots from ribs to underarms, and that were his most ticklish places to be. “STAHAHAP THAHAT! I’M GONNA DIE!”

“Oi! Stop being so OA (overreacting) and work with me will you? Now I command you to laugh even harder.” Maneshi laughed along. Their laughter filling their entire household.

“TEHEHEHE! OKAY! OKAY! YOU GOT MEHEHEH! I’M SAHHAAHAHRRY! PLEACE, SPARE ME! HAVE MERCIHIHIHIHIHICY! I BEG! PLEAHEHEHEHESE!” Asahi’s face turned red and tears fell of his eyes. He never wanted to block her attack (because he secretly loved being tickled) and wanted to cover his mouth instead.

“Haha- Oh.. uhm.” As Maneshi saw the helpless face of her brother (which was soo cuteee 🥺) she immediately stop and turned red for a moment.

Asahi finally caught his breath—now breathing heavily as he wiped his tears. He quickly stood up and drank an ounce lot of water found on the table closet to his reach. As he drank it, his sister let out a wide chuckle as he flushed.

Maneshi spoke. “I can’t believe that— “

“S-Shut up!” Asahi intervened, wiping his mouth then covering his face afterwards.

“Come on! I wanna see that cute little face of yours!” Maneshi pouted, then poked his underarms.

“Eh! Hahaha- Okay! Okay! I’ll stop! Hmph. Your so mean!” Asahi crossed his arms, acting like a 4 year old toddler.

“Haha!” Maneshi laughed a bit, while hugging her brother tightly from the back.

Then after a good whole 2 minutes, she finally spoke up, about the changes that he’d place in his life, just because of some random tiktokers who don’t even care of him.

“Look, you don’t have to change your personality because..” She paused and looked down on her brother. “Because of them, she continued. It’s better for you to be yourself than to be forcing yo shelf to fit in you know? Your perfect just the way you are! And I like that about you!”

She grinned widely. Asahi looked up to his big sister and a small smile was written after she said that.

“Thank you Neshi. I promise I won’t let them influence me. Your a good sister to me. “ He said with appreciation present in his tone.

They both laughed it out aloud after Asahi’s thank you message, then leaned on the couch for a bit. Maneshi, yet again, starting the convo.

“Well..” She looked down on her volleyball. “You wanna play or not-“

A fast glimpse of wind, swooshed down right in front of her as her hair tossed around on the same direction. It was Asahi—and he grabbed Maneshi’s volleyball outside, leaving the door wide open.

This time, she didn’t protest. “Heh, little brothers these days. When there addicted to something, they just.. whoosh! Do it right away. Heh, I love that little goober.”

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YOU REACHED THE END 🎉! Congratulations! Here’s a 🍪 for your troubles.

[norixseaweed]

Fantasies

(This is a repost from my old page) Title: Fantasies Story type: One-shot Rated: 16+ Contains: Boss/Employee Relationship, Hand Kink, sexual tension Note: I was writing this to practice my writing, I was trying to practice getting better at descriptions/details, I hope I did a good job! Enjoy.

The meeting I was in was getting boring. One of my co-workers was presenting on the overhead projector, and honestly I was too bored to pay attention. My eyes began to wander the room, watching the expressions of my co-workers as they listened. Some were fighting off sleep, some were leaned back in their seats, arms crossed over their chests, and some just doodling on the notepads. 

Then there was my boss. Arms crossed over his chest, one leg crossed over the other, listening intently to the presentation. I found myself soon focusing on how he’s dressed. Definitely designer brands. Black dress shoes matched with a navy blue pinstriped suit. He wore a white button up shirt underneath with a black tie. It fit his body type really well. The fabric hugged his body, arm muscles seemingly almost popping through the fabric of his sleeves, chest begging to be free from the restraints of his shirt. 

My eyes soon moved to his chiseled jawline. Sharp enough to kill a man I would say. His skin was pale and as smooth as a baby. Smoother than my own skin, I was kind of jealous. His eyes always had a sharp gaze, one you wouldn’t want to mess with, but when he smiled they would shine bright, practically inviting you in. 

As I gazed at him, taking in every feature of his, I soon found myself staring at his soft pink lips. I wanted to taste them, I wanted to take his plump bottom lip in between my teeth.

I watched as he brought his hand to his face, covering his mouth as he took in the presentation. 

First thing I noticed was his silver Rolex watch, then his silver rings with a rose-gold inlay, which was on his middle finger. Everything he wore was designer. I wasn’t surprised, with a successful CEO like him, he could afford anything he wanted.

My attention soon went the veins popping out of his large hands. At this moment I wanted nothing more than to have those hands all over my body, feeling every inch of me. Wrapping around my neck, choking me. I hadn’t realized how long I’ve been staring at him until the woman beside me, who was also my friend, nudged me. I looked over at her to see that she was smirking at me as she pushed her notepad towards me. I looked down at the paper which read “I can see you practically devouring the man with your eyes, settle down kitten.” I rolled my eyes and smiled. 

My attention was soon brought back to our boss as our co-worker sat down and he stood up to take his place to finish up the meeting. As he spoke I couldn’t help but to continue appreciating this mans very existence. I prayed for the buttons on his shirt to just pop open already. 

The meeting was soon finally over. I could go back to my desk and finish my work. Only thing I was disappointed with was the fact that I couldn’t stare at my boss anymore.  Though that was quickly fixed when I got a call from his secretary about an hour before it was time to clock out. She told me the boss wanted to go over what I had so far for our project, he was checking on everyone's progress. 

I grabbed my folder that contained all my work and made my way up the elevator to his office. 

The secretary greeted me as soon as she saw me “Mr. Jung is waiting for you inside, you can go ahead.” 

I nodded my head at the secretary, thanking her. My heart started racing as I opened the door and entered inside. 

“Good, you’re here, let’s go over what you have, have a seat,” he gestured towards the space beside him on the sofa and I did as told. I took out my files and we spread them out on the coffee table in front of us. We discussed my work and what I could change or add. 

I found myself often staring at his hands. Don’t get it twisted, I was paying attention, I was, but he kept adjusting his ring and I couldn’t help but stare at his hands because of it, he’s the one distracting me, I’m the victim here. 

“Tell me, what is it that you’re so interested in? Is it my watch? Perhaps, my rings? Or is it my hands?”

I was taken off guard, my eyes immediately darting to his. His brow was raised, eyes focused on mine, practically burning through me and...what’s that? Is...is he smirking?

“E-excuse me, sir?” 

“Well, you’ve been staring at my hands a lot throughout this entire discussion,”

“I um, sorry I think you’ve misunderstood me I-”

“and during the meeting, you did it then too, I saw you staring at me, it was almost as if you were undressing with your eyes...” 

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as he inched closer to me. My heart started racing, face getting hot, I was getting excited but I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s my boss and I’m just some employee, no prettier than any girl he could have. I looked away in embarrassment but he soon lifted my chin up, making me look up at him. 

His face was dangerously close to mine. The fragrance of his musty cologne reaching my nostrils. 

“What is it that you like so much about my hands?”

“Um, Jaehyun I-I mean sir, I don’t know if this is appropriate...” I stuttered.

He raised a brow again, tilting his head “is it not appropriate? Please explain why it’s not appropriate, I am just asking a question, I don’t see anything inappropriate about that, do you? Tell me what it is and I’ll decide whether that’s true or not.” He pulled his hand away from my face, resting his arm on the back on the sofa.

I swallowed back my saliva, taking a deep breath. If I tell him it could makes things weird, and he might fire me. I didn’t want to get fired, but he wanted me to explain myself. I felt like if I lied he would see right through me. 

“well, I- I’ll be honest but it might make things awkward...” 

“Oh? Well go on, we’ll find out if that’s true,”

I hesitantly began explaining to him why I was staring at his hands “they’re attractive, sir, I just...I like big veiny hands like yours so I couldn’t help buy stare...and you, well...you know...”

He let out a hum “No, I don’t know actually, care to enlighten me?”

I looked up at him timidly, my lips pursing together as I subconsciously played with my fingers. It was a bit of a nervous habit of mine. 

“well...I fantasized about them,” 

His lips soon formed into a smirk. He slowly cupped the side of my face with his hand “is that so?” his thumb brushed past my lips, excitement and nervousness now rushing through me. 

“What did you fantasize I’d do with my hands? Touch you, gently and softly?” he gently stroked my cheek “like this? or maybe you wanted my hands to caress your body, to grab your hips and pull you closer, maybe?” His thumb gently pressed against my bottom lip as he parted my lips. His face, one again, only inches away from mine. 

“You were right, this is inappropriate, so tell me, would it be inappropriate for you if we had discussed this after work hours? As Jaehyun and you, and not as your boss and you?” He glanced over at his watch “you’re off the clock now, I’m no longer your boss, so you get to decide what happens now, you can stop me and we will never speak of today again, or you will let me make my move and we can discuss things in more details later.” 

His hand moved to the back my head, pulling me closer to his with his other hand at my waist, lips softly hovering over mine. I could feel his breath against me. He looked into my eyes for a moment, my chest rising and falling as I tried to calm myself. After a moment of silence he pressed his lips against mine and I didn’t reject him.

I closed my eyes, accepting his kiss. His hand squeezed my hip and I gripped onto the fabric at his chest. He moved his body closer, gently pushing me back onto the sofa. His body was now on top of mines. Hands roaming down my sides and up to my chest, squeezing my breasts. 

My life changed that night, definitely not for the worst.