#I wear sunglasses whenever I'm outside

[forest-hashira]

Butterflies

i have no chill so yes i'm back with a new fic a week after the last one. idk how or why i'm like this so don't ask. this is my second entry for @threadbaresweater's "summertime (and the livin' is easy)" collab event! my chosen prompt for this one was geto + botanical gardens. this got away from me literally in the first sentence AHAHA.

read on ao3 | wc: ~1.8k | cw: gender neutral reader, first date, minor miscommunication, both suguru and reader are bashful as hell and have been crushing for a while, several types of bugs are mentioned towards the end, but i think that's everything!

When Suguru had invited you to visit the local botanical gardens with him, you’d accepted without much thought, assuming that all your other friends would be there, too. You’d all spent nearly every waking moment together since the weather had gotten warm enough and the days had gotten long enough to spend more time outside, so it seemed like a foregone conclusion that this was going to be another one of those days.

You were quite mistaken.

Suguru was standing alone outside the front gates waiting for you, and while he was usually the first person to arrive whenever you all got together, Shoko, Utahime, or Kento usually weren’t far behind and consistently arrived before you did, so you were a bit surprised.

“Is everyone else on their way?” you asked as you approached, one hand above your brows to block the sun from your eyes as you looked up at him; you’d forgotten your sunglasses, again, something Satoru teased you about constantly. Even with the small amount of shade your hand afforded you, you squinted a bit up at your friend. His hair was pulled fully up into a bun, a hairstyle he didn’t wear as frequently as he did when you were all in high school, but with a heatwave rolling through the area, you weren’t exactly surprised he wanted all that hair off his skin.

After a moment you realized the sun was creating a sort of halo around him. Like an angel, you thought to yourself. He’s certainly pretty enough to be one. The thought caught you off guard, and you hoped it wasn’t obvious that you’d grown flustered by your own thoughts; you didn’t need him finding out about the crush you’d been harboring on him since you were teenagers, especially when no one else was there to save you from yourself.

His brows pinched in confusion, and he cocked his head ever so slightly to the right. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“Satoru and Shoko and everyone,” you said, now feeling a bit confused yourself. “Are they just running late? Usually at least Kento is waiting with you by the time I show up.”

A look of understanding crossed his face then, and his face visibly reddened. “Ah,” he sighed, looking away from you and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s uh. It’s just us, actually. Sorry, I thought you knew that when you accepted the invitation.” 

“...Oh,” you uttered intelligently, feeling your own face beginning to heat as well, and not just from the sun beating down on you. It never occurred to you that Suguru would want to spend any alone time with you, away from the group; not that you didn’t get along without everyone else – you definitely did, you were just usually around the rest of your friend group – but the occasion for one on one time hadn’t arisen since you’d been partnered for assignments in school.

“We don’t have to go in,” Suguru offered gently, meeting your gaze again. “We can pretend this never happened. Or we can see if anyone else wants to join, I know Satoru’s not doing anything today.” When all you did was blink dumbly up at him, he looked away again, staring down at his feet. “I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

That brought you back to yourself, and you shook your head vehemently. “No!” you burst out, then cringed at your own raised volume and squeaky voice. “I-I mean, no, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. We can still go in. I looked this place up when you invited me, and I really want to see their pollinator sanctuary.”

Suguru’s shoulders dropped in relief at your words, and his small smile returned almost instantly. “I’d like that.”

As he turned and headed towards the gates, you followed barely a half step behind. You started to pull out your wallet as you drew closer to the ticket booth, but Suguru stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you. “I bought our tickets already.”

His words had your face burning yet again, and you looked away sheepishly. “Thanks.” You followed him up to the gates, pausing long enough for the gate attendant to scan the tickets Suguru had bought – he’d printed them out, so the employee didn’t have to try and scan his phone screen, which struck as so distinctly Suguru that it made your heart flutter, though you’d never admit that to another human being.

Tickets now scanned, the pair of you were free to explore the grounds at your own pace. Ever the planner, your friend led you over to the large standing map. “Do you want to start with the pollinators?” he asked. “Or would you rather save that for the grand finale?”

Taking a few moments to consider, you looked over the map; the grounds were bigger than you thought, and you knew with the sun beating down on you, it wouldn’t be long before you were tired of the heat and ready to go somewhere with cold drinks and air conditioning. “Let’s do that first,” you said after a bit. “I don’t wanna run the risk of missing them because they’re hiding from the heat.”

Suguru nodded easily in agreement with your words. “I think that sounds like a good idea,” he confirmed. When he reached up and started tracing a path on the map from the “YOU ARE HERE” sticker to the pollinator sanctuary, you couldn’t help but watch, his hand making the sections of the map look smaller than they actually were. 

“It looks like we need to go this way,” he said quietly, and though you couldn’t quite tell if he was speaking to you or just thinking aloud, his words were enough to bring you back to yourself. “The pollinators are near the back, but this section with the trees should be pretty shaded for the walk back. What do you think?”

He turned to face you then, head tilted ever so slightly as he waited to hear your answer, oblivious to the way you’d been ogling his hand. You blinked dumbly for a moment, processing his words as you did your best not to make a fool of yourself.

“That sounds good, yeah,” you agreed sheepishly. “This way, right?”

When he nodded, you turned and made your way down the path, Suguru at your side. He was right, the path he’d chosen was pretty well shaded from the sun, offering you a bit of relief as you walked. The pace you maintained was steady; you weren’t rushing by any means, but you were eager to see the pollinator sanctuary, so you were walking a little faster than you normally might have.

Birds chirped overhead, singing to each other as they hopped from branch to branch, and the sound made you smile; summer wasn’t necessarily your favorite of the seasons, but right now the pros were definitely outweighing the cons.

“Thank you,” the raven haired man said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, and you looked up at him in slight confusion.

“For what?”

“For agreeing to come here with me,” he said simply. Then, looking a little bashful again, he added, “And for not freaking out on me when I told you it was just us after you got here.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “I was happy to accept your invitation. And I’d never freak out on you for something like that, y’know. You’re easy to be around, and if nobody else is here it means I actually get to appreciate your presence.”

“You make a good point. Satoru does tend to demand to be the center of attention when we’re all together, doesn’t he?” A soft smile painted his lips as he spoke, and his words made you giggle a bit.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “He does.” 

Conversation was easy after that, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time, but it felt so good to talk with him; to spend time with him without anyone else around, something you rarely got to do, and never felt like you could suggest yourself until now. Now, though, you were sure you’d be spending a lot more one on one time with your companion.

“Oh, what was it that Satoru was trying to explain the other day? He kept comparing it to digi…mon…” you trailed off mid sentence as you stepped out from under the trees, completely forgetting what you’d been saying as you saw the pollinator sanctuary unfolding before you. Your steps slowed, and you looked around with wide eyes, taking in the sight of all the insects flitting between the brightly colored flowers: the honey bees climbing out of blooms covered in pollen; hummingbird moths hovering as they sipped before zipping to the next flower; bumblebees droning through the air; butterflies flitting from plant to plant.

Suguru slowed to keep pace beside you, and unbeknownst to you, he was looking at you far more intently than anything else in the garden. He paused for a moment, letting you walk a bit ahead of him as he admired you. As he watched, a few butterflies flew closer, dancing around your head as they came to investigate the scent of your shampoo. You stilled, though your eyes were wide as you tried to watch what was happening above you. One by one, about half a dozen butterflies landed in your hair, almost forming a crown around your head, making you look like some sort of nature spirit.

“You’re beautiful,” Suguru blurted out, and the sudden compliment startled you a bit. You turned back to face him quickly enough that all the butterflies went fluttering off again, now that they knew you were not, in fact, a flower.

“Huh?”

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated, though a bit more bashfully this time. “I’ve always thought that, y’know? I just didn’t want to make things weird between us by telling you that.” He closed the distance between you as he spoke, and he offered you a sheepish little smile. “I hope it’s okay that I’m telling you now, though.”

“Yeah,” you murmured back, smiling just as bashfully in return. “That’s more than okay. You’re beautiful, too, actually. I’ve always thought that.”

A small laugh bubbled out of Suguru at your words, and his expression grew impossibly more fond. “I’m glad we’re on the same page about that, then,” he mused. He was quiet for a moment then, his dark eyes contemplative, before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

The touch surprised you, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You felt your face burn a bit more as he pulled away, but your smile only brightened as you looked up at him.

He smiled back just as brightly, and as he spoke again, he took your hand and laced your fingers together gently. “Do you want to keep going?” “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act with their black cat s/o

requested by anon : hi! can i request how seventeen would act with an s/o with a "black cat" personality? thank you! :>

notes: while writing this i realised i only Kind Of understand what a black cat personality is lmao. so, uh, just go w it u guys okay

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seungcheol

black labrador x black cat pairing all the way. when you're exhausted with no energy, he's being your protector. when he's upset and feeling terrible, you're his protector. mutual protecting, you know? but it also feels like the "i'm only my softest when i'm with you" feeling with seungcheol, like being in one another's presence allows you to truly and fully relax

jeonghan

he's still coddling and cooing over you no matter what. you could be the most tsundere, grumpy, annoyed person in the world at that moment but he's calling you adorable and asking you in a cute tone how your day was. it's a good thing that you're really really weak for him tbh, bc if anyone else was calling you a little kitten while pinching your cheeks then they are getting punched.

joshua

still as gentlemanly as ever. calls you extravagant nicknames like "my lord" or "my lady" bc he likes to tease that you having a grumpy nature is just bc you're a very picky person, like royalty. slides an arm around you and goes "is he bothering you queen/king?" whenever someone is talking to you who's obviously annoying you. when you're in a bad mood, he's attacking and tickling you until you fall into laughter again

junhui

tabby cat x black cat supremacy yeahhhh!! he's like the curious, innocent, playful cat to your black cat vibes. tsks when you emerge from your room wearing all black to go out somewhere, makes you go back inside and change one (1) piece of clothing into something with more colour. peppers your face with kisses and then demands kisses of his own too

hoshi

head over heels for you, but needs you to initiate everything. grab his hand while walking down the pavement, give him a kiss on the cheek at random times throughout the day. you don't need to tell him "i love you", though, because he knows that already. knows that you tolerating and even enjoying his hyper nature is an "i love you" enough

wonwoo

so basically, you're just two cats that don't go outside and amuse yourselves at home. it's not that you don't like going out, but when both of you are both content with staying indoors, what's the point? silent communication galore, having the ability to read each other's minds and simply knowing, without having to say anything, just how much you mean to each other

woozi

lowkey, he enjoys it because it means he gets to be the one to talk the most in the relationship. bro has a lot to say, okay, with the funniest opinions and adlibs and really does love talking. he's still a great listener ofc, and sometimes there are days where the both of you just sit in silence. which he finds absolutely brilliant, because he's actually found someone to sit in silence with who's just like him

minghao

the sassy duo. lowkey also the fashion duo, bc i can just imagine you two in matching sunglasses and matching fashion styles, sitting cross-legged and peering, unimpressed, over the rims of the glasses at whoever is being weird this time. the best thing ever is how you just Get each other's sense of humour, and i can imagine endless weird inside jokes between the two of you that make you grin over at each other during big gatherings

mingyu

golden retriever bf (1). bouncy and bumbling and excitable. thinks you're the brightest and loveliest angel in the world. sure, maybe you have your introverted moments and won't let him hug you but personal boundaries exist, right? he gets that. he's your Protector™ fr, even though he knows you're one badass mf that doesn't need protecting

dokyeom

golden retriever bf (2). loud asf. a ray of sunshine that would have blinded you if he wasn't also just adorably soft and sweet. the type to lean over and whisper "so, we don't like them?" when he catches sight of you glaring at someone while you're meeting up with friends. whines like a dejected puppy when you (jokingly) tell him to go away

seungkwan

is kinda sad that you're not all too keen on receiving his kisses and his hugs, but to make up for it he engages in all the other love languages instead until he finds the one that you adore the most. the most accommodating and attentive, bc you may not communicate your opinions that much, but don't worry because he's trained himself to be attentive to your every move

vernon

vernon is normally a listener, but like woozi, being with you allows him to talk more, and also allows you to laugh more. he has the craziest stories which make you smile after a hard day. he enjoys talking, when it's to you, who'll watch him attentively, humming and smiling and he enjoys that it's only him that you'll be so sweet and gentle with

chan

your Biggest Supporter Ever. you don't even need to be doing anything, he's just gonna support you no matter what. would fully believe you if you said that you were taking part in a secret space project to go to Mars. backs you up whenever someone is making you uncomfortable/annoyed/angry no matter the situation. you don't need to say the words "i love you" to him, don't worry, because he says it enough for the both of you.

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[natsukishinomiyaswife]

Hello! For the cafe event, could I get a smoothie bowl with jazzy juice please? Thank you! 💖

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Hello 👑 Anon! ☆

Thank you so much for your order! ♡ I hope you enjoy! ♡

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⋆ 𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽: 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷 ⋆

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⋆ In movies, there were always moments that stood out. Moments that made an impact, that people remember for years to come. Sad moments, dramatic moments, funny moments. Character deaths that everyone seems to know, plot twists that left people reeling, jokes that people recite, without having seen the movie in question. For Vil, his dream was to make an impact like this, to have a moment where everyone remembers him. His role, his acting, his work. Ever since you've became a couple though, his attention has been drawn to a specific genre, even auditioning for a role in one.

⋆ Romance movies were well known throughout the film industry, with moments that leave couple's longing to have them. Moments that inspire proposals, weddings, even honeymoons. Moments that left the viewer wanting, wondering what a romance like that would be like. For someone to run after you before you go, stopping you from getting on your train, or in your car, or on the plane. For someone to reunite with you after so long, yet the love you still hold for each other remains, unwavering after years of distance. For someone to run up to you, holding you close and spinning you around as you both laugh in delight, uncaring of the stares around you. For someone to love you, to truly love you, exactly as you are.

⋆ He doesn't want to play the antagonist, or the side character, or the rival. He wants to be the main character, the main love interest, your love interest, for as long as you'll allow him. You are his, after all. The only love interest he has ever wanted, the only person he has ever longed for. So, indulge him, won't you? When he's feeling sentimental, his longing for you getting to be too much, his heart overflowing in his love and adoration for you.

⋆ You had just gone to the theaters to see his most recent film, Vil wearing a disguise so you could enjoy your date privately. You couldn't help but think he still looked handsome, dressed more casually than usual with a pair of sunglasses on his face and a baseball cap on his head. Now that the sun had set, and you were away from the theater, he put his sunglasses away, giving you a better view of his face. The film was a romantic drama, with Vil playing the main character's rival, who was the main love interest's ex. You were enraptured by his performance, unable to take your eyes off him whenever he was on screen. He played the bitter ex well, with moments that made it clear his character was still hopelessly in love with the love interest.

⋆ You couldn't help but feel he would have been better suited as the main character though, thinking about your relationship with him. The main character had been devoted, stern yet caring in his love for his partner. It was clear he had only wanted the best for them, and as you watched their relationship unfold, you couldn't help but think, Vil would have been perfect for this. He should have been the main character. You tell him as much, causing a smile to come to his face.

⋆ As you're walking it begins to drizzle lightly, reminding you of a scene from the movie. In it, the main character and love interest were sitting outside at a restaurant, eating while listening to a band play. The love interest hints that they want to dance with him, leading the main character to drag them near the band. As they begin dancing it starts to drizzle, the main character and love interest having no plans on stopping. It was a cute scene, with them sharing their first kiss before Vil's character interrupts them.

⋆ It seems Vil must be thinking the same thing, pausing as his gaze lingers on a restaurant nearby. There was no band playing, or dinner date, but in that moment he wanted to pretend. Pretend that he was the main character and you were the love interest. Pretend that you had just had a wonderful dinner date, hinting how you wanted to dance with him. He looks at you before pulling you along, urging you to follow him. He stops near the outdoor dining area, where fairy lights shine as the rain continues to drizzle. You can't stay out here too long, he doesn't want either of you to get sick. But indulge him, won't you, when he pulls you in close and sways with you to an unheard beat.

⋆ Lost in your own world as you move to a silent song, his gaze never leaving you. Once your hair starts to become damp, some pieces sticking to your face, he decides your dance must end, even if he longs for it not to. He reminds himself that there will be other dances, other moments for you to have as he holds your cheek in his hand. The kiss you have is slow, as if he wants to savor it, to burn it into his mind. As he pulls away he realizes the rain has started to come down heavier, taking a moment to catch his breath before leading you to shelter. Unlike the movie, there is no credits that will roll, or a romance that will end anytime soon ♡

I hope you enjoyed your meal, and thank you for visiting the Cathie Cafe! ♡

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 14

words: 5,5k

summary: Whhile everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: posted the chapter by mistake in ao3 and said okay whatever let’s just drop it. This chapter is the longest I have written for Birdie, but it’s because the Gojo’s pov. So take your time to read it and enjoy it. Remember likes and comments are always welcome 🫶

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Before you knew, you were standing in front of your mirror, carefully adjusting the black mini dress you decided to wear for the date you were having that day with Satoru. A date with Satoru Gojo. It sounded strange on your lips but at the same time it made your heart flutters with a mix of anticipation and excitement. 

That day you two were skipping classes but it was okay because you knew it would be worth it. Your phone screen light it up, showing a new upcoming message from Satoru.

Satoru ✨

I'm outside waiting for you

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your bag and walked out. Outside of the house, you saw Satoru leaning casually against his car, looking effortlessly handsome, he was wearing some blue shorts and an oversized white t-shirt and of course, his usual sunglasses. He looked beautiful and at the same time, with such a simple outfit, elegant.

"You look amazing." He said, you noticed how the light on his eyes became bigger as he looked at you.

"Thank you." You replied, with a smile forming on your lips. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

He chuckled and opened the passenger door for you. "Ready for our date?”

You nodded, feeling how your heart was beating faster with the excitement. "Absolutely.”

The car ride to the beach wasn't as long as you would have expected, all thanks to the pleasant conversation you had with Satoru. Satoru's presence was comforting and any hint of nervousness that had been present in your body quickly dissipated.

Satoru parked the car and walked to open the door. He took your hand and helped you out of the car. "I thought we could start with a walk along the shore." He suggested smiling.

"That sounds perfect." You agreed.

With your hands still intertwined, you walked along the beach, the sand beneath your feet and the waves crashing against the shore. The sun shone brightly in the sky and caused Satoru's white hair to reflect even more intensely. The beach was relatively empty, giving the two of you a feeling of privacy and tranquility.

Satoru suddenly stopped and turned towards you, with a  playful glint in his eyes. "Do you trust me?"

You tilted your head, curious about what was crossing his mind. "Of course."

He smiled and, without warning, took you into his arms, making you scream in surprise. "Satoru!"

Laughing, he carried you closer to the water's edge before gently setting you down on the ground. "I just wanted to see that look on your face." He said, his eyes shining brightly.

You hit his arm playfully. "You are impossible."

"But you love it." He teased, leaning down to kiss you softly. He took your hand. "Come on." He said softly and with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for bringing me here." You said while you followed his paths.

Satoru turned to you, to look at you with a soft and sincere expression. "I thought we could use a place like this, a quiet place, just for us."

You nodded. "It is perfect." 

With your hands still clasped, you walked along the shore and the scene played out like a nostalgic video clip from the 2000s. Being with Satoru like this, in such a serene and beautiful environment, filled you with a feeling of satisfaction. The simplicity of the moment, the natural beauty that surrounded you, and the joy of his company created an atmosphere of pure happiness.

From time to time, you would look at Satoru and catch the sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you with a smile that reflected your own happiness.

The cool breeze ruffled your hair and the scent of the ocean mixed with the warmth of the sun, creating a heady mix.

Finally, you found a place to sit. Satoru pulled you closer. It was still difficult for you to assimilate that you and Satoru Gojo were in that situation, that you had gone from avoiding him to now leaning on him and calmly contemplating the horizon that rose before you.

"Birdie..." Satoru's voice carried a gentle warmth as he called out your nickname. You tilted your head, curiosity piqued, waiting for what he had to say. "I..." Satoru hesitated for a moment. 

You looked at him with curiosity and with your heart pumping fast on your chest, feeling what might happen once Satoru opened his mouth once again. 

The breeze of the sea air moved both of your hairs and the bright sunlight reflected off Satoru's white hair, causing you to have to subtly close your eyes. But you could still admire him, admire how beautiful he looked and how his cheeks had taken on a rosy hue, while his mouth opened and closed searching for the right words for what he had to tell you.

You, for your part, played with the bracelet you were wearing, eager to hear his words and although you couldn't see yourself, you knew that your cheeks were also blushing, you could notice it in your body and in your being.

Satoru took a breath and looked up, his eyes shining intensely almost as if a galaxy had been established in them. “I like you.” He said firmly. “I have for quite some time. And…” He was nervous, something unusual for Satoru Gojo. “What I’m trying to say.” You softly laughed and held his hands, trying to calm him down. “Would you... would you want to go out with me? As girlfriend and boyfriend?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt how the breath that was on your lungs left. You swallowed, trying to get your throat moist again and with a your face burning you responded. "I... yes.” You replied, a smile spreading across your face. "I would like that."

Satoru's eyes shined up with joy, as if it were the most bright stars of the night sky. He leaned and connected lips together in a sweet kiss. Once the kiss broke, you hide your face on his neck, embarrassed by the whole situation but at the same time feeling full of joy.

You heard Satoru laugh and your body burned with embarrassment. “Babe, come on look at me…” he tried to move his hands away from your face. “Come on princess, let me see that pretty face of yours.” But you kept avoiding him. “Why are you hiding your pretty face, huh?” He whispered.

“I don’t know, I'm embarrassed.” You whispered.

“I love that about you.”

You turned your head to the opposite direction, feeling embarrassed at his words and trying to hide the fact you were blushing so much. “You are an idiot, Satoru.”

He softly laughed and hugged you. “Yeah but you like your boyfriend like that.” He left a kind kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, your boyfriend, it had a nice ring on your tongue. “I guess so…” You murmured with a smile. “You like sweets right?” 

“Yeah why?” He said releasing you from his back hug.

“Let’s go and eat ice cream.” You stood up and held his hand.

“I thought you weren’t a big fan of sweets.” He held your hand.

“I’m not.” You said. “But that time when we went to have dinner, you took me to a restaurant to eat spicy food, even though you didn’t like it, so going to eat sweet things because that’s what you like it’s what we should do.” You smiled, moving your hand and his together.

Satoru lets go of your hand and gently cradles your face, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss before reaching the corner of your lips. "You don't know how happy you make me, birdie." He murmurs, his voice full of warmth.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “You are very stupid, Satoru.” You leaned in and kissed him softly. Walking away, you smile at him, your heart overflowing with happiness. “Let's go get that ice cream.”

Hanging on his arm, you both stand up and begin walking back along the shore, your steps leaving a trail in the sand behind you.

When you arrived at the ice cream stand, Satoru was in charge of paying for the two ice creams and together you sat on a bench near the store. As you watched people walk around you sank into a comfortable silence, where you simply enjoyed each other's company. 

You liked being like this, you loved these moments with Satoru and you wanted them to last for a long time.  Being in love felt really good. Really really good. 

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

After your date yesterday with Satoru, he took you to work and at night he took you back home. Your time after he asked you to start officially dating hasn’t been much and the only shared moments you both spent together were in car going to your work or going back to your place. 

But that morning Satoru asked you to go to his apartment after your shift, apparently you needed to talk about something. That made your stomach turn with a mix of anxiety and stress.

You didn’t mind spending the night with him or being intimate with one another, you had had sex before but when it came to Satoru, didn’t matter how much acknowledge or how good you were at it, it seemed you were new to it for how nervous you felt every time you were around his presence. 

But what made your heart race like an F1 car wasn’t that, was the conversation Satoru wanted to have with you. You felt a slight anguish churning in your stomach, making it impossible to sit still in the tent. Despite your efforts to concentrate, the anxiety wouldn’t leave you alone. 

You had managed to rearrange the same shelf at least five times. And the fact that there were almost no customers that day only magnified your concern.

Every passing minute seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the usual tasks that kept you busy, seemed pointless. You looked at the clock, and sighed in frustration as time seemed to run backwards.

Stupid and crazy ideas were forming around your head with what type of conversation he wanted to hold. Did he regret asking you out? You stupid and silly idea of him playing with you was true? 

You needed your sift to end as soon as possible, Satoru to pick you up and for the thousand and one questions you had in the storm that was forming in your head to be clarified once and for all.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus and think about something else or another topic that won't lead you to think about Satoru. But as strange as it all sounded, absolutely everything made you think of him.

Just as you were about to rearrange the shelf again, the bell above the shop door rang, catching your attention. A new customer had walked through the door. You straightened, forcing a smile and stepping forward to greet them.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru tapped his index finger against the table, while looking at his parents with a serious face. After dropping you off at work he had received a call from his father, asking or rather demanding him to come to the company.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. The silence stretched as his parents looked at him with authority. His father's eyes locked on him, while his mother sat more composed, but her presence was no less imposing.

“Satoru.” His father began, when it had been the last time his father had called him by his name? “We have been discussing your future. We need to make sure you are on the right path.”

Satoru nodded, already knowing where this conversation was going. “I understand, father. But I need you to understand that my path might not be the one you imagined for me.”

His mother leaned forward and narrowed her eyes slightly. “This isn't just about you, son. It's about family, our legacy. You have a responsibility.”

Satoru took a deep breath and the knot in his stomach tightened. “I know, mother. But I also have a responsibility to myself, to my own happiness and fulfillment.”

His father sighed and shook his head. “And you think that pursuing this... degree, instead of law, will bring you happiness?” He said with a tone of contempt. 

“Yeah.” Satoru responded firmly. “I want to study what I am passionate about. I think I can still contribute to the family in my own way, without giving up who I am.”

There was a long, tense silence. His parents exchanged glances. Finally, his mother spoke again, her tone softer but still determined.

“If you choose this path, Satoru, you must understand that there will be consequences. We cannot support a decision that goes against the interests of the family.”

Satoru swallowed and nodded. “I understand. And I'm prepared to face those consequences. But I won't give up on my dreams.”

His father's expression hardened. “Then you leave us no choice. If you don't change your career, you won't be part of this family anymore.”

The words hit Satoru like a punch to the gut. “I….” The words were left hanging in the air as the big door opened.

“That's not up to you to decide.” His grandfather said as he walked towards the armchairs in the room. 

Satoru turned around surprised to see his grandparents entering the room. Causing the air in the room to change with their mere presence.

His grandmother smiled at him and she too sat down on the couches. “For Satoru to inherit the company there is still a long way to go. The poor kid doesn’t need to rush.” She spoke. “He could study law later if he wants to or never do it.” 

His grandfather cleared his throat and quickly changed the topic. “Who are you going to the charity gala with?” Satoru bit his lip as he remembered the gala he had planned not to attend. 

“Um…” He scratched the back of his neck gently. 

“Is she the daughter of the Iori family?” 

“No, no, it's not her.” Utahime would leave him childless if he thought of such a thing. 

But Satoru's mind only wandered to one specific person, the only person who turned his world upside down. But he wanted to keep you away from that world as much as possible.

His grandmother got up from the couch and walked over to Satoru. “Well, it doesn't matter, we'll meet her soon, right?” She smiled, touching Satoru's arm gently. “Now son, come and take a walk with your grandmother.”

Satoru stood up from his chair and offered his arm to his grandmother, who accepted it with a warm smile. Together they left the office and walked towards the large hallways of the family business.

As they walked, the employees greeted them respectfully. His grandmother, nodded at each greeting and her presence commanded respect.

“Satoru.” His grandmother began, with her voice soft but firm at the same time. “I know how you feel about this path your parents insist you take. But you have to understand that family has always been based on honor and tradition."

Satoru looked at her. “I understand, grandma, but my passion lies elsewhere. I don't see myself happy following a path chosen for me, not by me.”

She sighed and squeezed his arm lightly. “Happiness is important, yes. But so is duty. Our family has faced many challenges and we have always gone out more.”

They came to a large window that overlooked the city of Tokyo, the view of the skyline was a testament to the family's influence and success. 

His grandmother turned to him. “Satoru, your parents' expectations come from duty and tradition. But I fear they have forgotten the importance of love and support in their quest to uphold our legacy.ñ

Satoru looked down, feeling his heart heavy in his chest. “Sometimes I feel like they care more about the last name than about me as a person. It's as if my own dreams and my happiness don't matter to them. They only see in me, the next heir, not their son. Look how easily they were going to dishonor me.” He slightly laughed with the burning pain on his chest.

His grandmother sighed, with deep sadness in her eyes. “Your parents have always gotten carried away with their responsibilities. It's not that they don't love you, Satoru, but they don't always show it in the most important way.” Satoru clenched his fists, he couldn't tell his grandmother about the beatings he had received on more than one occasion from his parents, that would truly destroy her.

He nodded, taking in the weight of her words. “I just wish they could see me for who I am, not just next in line to carry the family legacy.”

She placed a soft hand on his cheek, her touch filled with warmth. “I see you, Satoru. And I believe in you. You must find a way to balance your own dreams with the responsibilities you were born with. It is not an easy path, but I know you have the strength to walk it.”

He felt a lump in her throat, touched by her unwavering support. “Thank you, Grandma. Your words mean more to me than you know.”

She smiled and her eyes shone with pride. “Now tell me young man, who is that person?”

Satoru nervously laughed and felt how his cheeks turned red. “Oh well, she… her name is…” He said your name. “But I call her birdie.” 

“Birdie? That’s quite a unique nickname.” She smiled warmly. “How did you two met?”

“Oh that’s…” He stretched his head. “We met long ago but met again in college. She is studying the same degree as me.” Satoru smiled.

“You look so happy talking about her.” His grandmother looked at him. “Have you told her about our family and the expectations that everyone has on you?” 

Shaking his head, Satoru sighed. “Not really. To be honest I want to keep her away of this shitty world, I know she wouldn’t be welcomed.” 

A sad smiled appeared on his grandmother face. “It's important to share your world with her, Satoru, even the difficult parts. A relationship based on honesty and understanding it’s the most important.”

He nodded. “I know, Grandma. I'm just worried that once she knows everything, she'll decide it's too much.”

His grandmother sighed and touched his arm once again. “You know that when you love someone and you want to be with them, you do crazy things right?”

“If being with me would take away her happiness I don’t want that, I don’t want her to be unhappy.” He looked down to his shoes.

“But that’s not up to you to decide. Shouldn't it be her, the one to decide that Satoru?” His grandmother tilted her head. “You seem to care so much about that girl Satoru and it also seems like she makes you really happy.” Satoru nodded, feeling his chest grow bigger with the thought of you. “And I’m sure she also cares a lot for you, because you are so easy to love and to care for.” 

“You say that because I’m your grandson.” He chuckled.

“Maybe but I also know your heart and you are a good boy.” He pinched his cheek.

“Grandma please!” He protested, turning away from his grandmother's gentle touch.

She laughed. “You will need to introduce her to me in the gala, I want to see the girl that stole my beautiful grandson's heart.” 

“About that…” He scratched the back of his head, looking away. “I wasn't planning to attend.”

His grandmother sighed and walked to one of the armchairs in the room. “You have to go, Satoru…” Satoru tried to protest but his grandmother interrupted him. “Listen to me son, after that meal we had where your grandfather questioned the fact that you were not married and had not studied law or finance, I spoke with him. I told him that you were young and that you could always try to study that, in the future, there was no rush and he took it quite well to tell the truth.” Satoru looked at his grandmother in surprise, his grandfather had always been an upright man and he had wanted to take the family honor to the highest level, to be a prestigious family of lawyers.

“Grandma I…”

“Let me finish, son.” She took air and continued. “That’s why you need to go and show him that despite hating the path your parents want to choose for you, you still care for the family as a whole.” Satoru looked at her, feeling how heavy his chest was. “Do you understand Satoru?” 

Satoru nodded. “I do grandma.” 

“Okay, good. Now put a smile on that pretty face of yours or your grandma will be sad.” She smiled.

Satoru stayed a while longer, talking to his grandmother as they admired the panoramic views of Tokyo. Despite the beauty of the scene, Satoru's chest still felt heavy from the weight of her recent confrontation with her parents.

His grandmother, sensing his distress, put a hand on his arm. "Everything will be okay. Following your own path takes courage, especially when it goes against the expectations of others."

Satoru nodded, grateful for his words but still feeling the pain of his parents' ultimatum. "Thank you, Grandma. It means a lot to have your support."

She smiled warmly. "You are stronger than you think, dear. And you have people who believe in you. Never forget that."

They continued to chat, their conversation drifting toward lighter topics as they both sought a respite from the tension.

Finally, they saw his grandfather leave the office where he had been talking to Satoru's parents. His grandfather's presence was imposing, but his expression was inscrutable as he approached them.

"Satoru." His grandfather began, with a neutral tone. “I understand that you have made an important decision.”

Satoru nodded, preparing for another round of judgment. “Yes, Grandpa. I have.”

His grandfather studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. “Your choice is brave. While I can't say I fully agree, I respect your determination.”

The tension in Satoru's chest eased slightly at his grandfather's unexpected words. “Thank you, Grandpa. That means a lot to me.”

Satoru said goodbye to his grandparents and walked steadily towards the parking lot. He wanted to get to you as soon as possible. He needed to hug you and feel close to you as soon as possible. Making the car engine roar, Satoru left the building, feeling a little freer than he had been before going there but still with a small cloud dancing around his head.

The streets were illuminated by streetlights and the skyscrapers of Tokyo were illuminated by bright lights and neons. You still had almost an hour to get off work, but Satoru hoped he could see you before and if he could hug you. He really needed to feel you close.

He parked the car near your work place and walked towards there. Satoru saw you behind the register, smiling warmly at a woman who was shopping. His heart filled with warmth as he watched you interact, with your kindness and sweetness. You had always been like this, since the first time he met you.

He entered the store quietly, not wanting to interrupt your interaction with the customer. As he walked through the halls, he listened to your cheerful conversation, the sound of your voice brought a sense of calm to his mind.

When you finished ringing up the customer's purchases and said goodbye with the same radiant smile, Satoru took a deep breath and approached the counter.

“Hello.” He said softly.

You looked up, surprised but delighted to see him. “Satoru! I didn't expect you.” Your smile grew even brighter, if that was possible, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“I needed to see you.” He admitted, his eyes searching yours for understanding. Your expression changed to one of concern. 

You came out from behind the counter and took his hand. "Is everything okay Satoru?"

He squeezed your hand gently, feeling the comfort and reassurance it gave you. “It has been a hard day.” He said sincerely. “But seeing you makes it better.”

"Do you want to talk about it?" You said holding his hand and Satoru felt full.

Satoru sighed and placed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I don't really feel like it, but I promise I'll tell you.” You nodded at his words and Satoru only hoped that you trusted him. “Now can you give me a kiss?”

You chuckled shyly and connected your lips together in a sweet kiss. “Are you going to wait for me?” 

“Of course.” He whispered. “You are still up for tonight, if it’s too much…”

“No.” You shook your head. “I want to stay with you tonight.” You said circling his hip causing Satoru to smile. “I like it.” You whispered. 

“What do you like?” He said. 

“Your dimples, when you smile, they stand out, I like them.” You smiled.

“You can kiss them if you want.” Satoru joked. 

“I need to go back to work you know?” You said trying to release yourself.

“There is no one here.” He challenged you.

“Satoru don’t.” You turned your face away from him. “Come on, I only have one more hour left and we can go, okay?” Satoru huffed and let you go. "Don’t put that face."

“What face? My handsome face?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at the door where two new clients were entering. “I have to go back to work.” You whispered to him.

Satoru watched you as you turned around but before you got too far, he held your wrist and turned you around to kiss you. “I will be waiting for you outside bridie.” And winked his eye, making you blush in return.

Satoru smiled to himself seeing the reaction he was able to get from you and walked outside the store, making time till it was your time to leave.

Your POV

Stupid, stupid Satoru Gojo.

You were just too in love and it was hard to process those new and exciting feelings that were taking over your body and mind with each passing moment you spent together. Satoru Gojo came like a storm to your life, shook everything about it and stayed as your safe place. 

The minutes on the clock began to tick and before you realized it you were closing the door of the store and being welcomed and hugged by Satoru's big arms. It felt good, so fucking good. You still had a hard time returning the affectionate gestures or not getting embarrassed when Satoru grabbed you like that, but you hoped that in time you would be able to make those affectionate gestures too.

He turned you around and smiled down at you, leaving a kiss near your upper lip. “Let’s go?” He whispered, taking your hand in his.

“Sure…” You smiled back at him.

Although Satoru's smile and reassuring words had offered some comfort, a strange feeling continued to plague you, fluttering around like an annoying mosquito that won't go away.

You sat in his car in silence, the hum of the engine filling the space. Satoru drove towards his apartment, the soft hum of the radio providing a soft background soundtrack. The silence between you wasn't awkward or unpleasant, but you couldn't shake your nervousness about the upcoming conversation.

As the city lights blurred by, you glanced at Satoru. He seemed focused on the road, but there was a tension in his posture that mirrored your own anxiety. You placed a hand on his arm, offering him a gentle squeeze. He responded with a brief, reassuring smile, but the heaviness in the air remained.

When you arrived at his apartment, Satoru parked the car and turned off the engine. He took a deep breath before turning to you and his eyes searched yours for a moment. "Let's go in." He said softly.

You nodded and followed him to his apartment. Once inside, they both took off their shoes and settled into the living room.

Satoru sat down on the couch and motioned for you to join him. As you settled down next to him, he took your hand in his and his thumb gently caressed your skin. “There's something I haven't told you and I think now that we're together, you deserve to know.” He began, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak yet.

He took another deep breath and his eyes met yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Today was hard." He admitted, “My parents, well they have always been hard on me but they gave me an ultimatum: either I quit my degree and study Law or they separate me from the family.”

Your heart ached at his words, the reality of his situation hitting you squarely. “Oh, Satoru…”

He squeezed your hand tighter, as if drawing strength from your presence. “But I stood my ground. I told them I couldn't give up on my dreams, even if it meant facing the consequences.”

You looked at him surprised and with your heart getting heavier on your chest. “Satoru…” You touched his face, making him look at you. “You did good, you were really brave.” You tried to assure him. “I’m here for you okay?” 

“I know…” He smiled and took your hand from his face only to kiss it. 

A question began to form in your mind, and swallowing nervously, you asked him. “Satoru... that time when you came to my old apartment.” You paused and took a deep breath to steady yourself. “Those injuries, were they?”

Satoru looked down and squeezed your hand tighter, silence stretching between you as he gathered his thoughts.

After a moment, he nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He said quietly. “It was them. My parents…were furious about my decision and things got out of control.”

Your heart clenched at his words, the pain and anger in his voice deep. “Oh, Satoru…” You whispered, reaching out to touch his face gently. “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly as if he drew strength from your presence. “They've always been like that. But I won't let them control my life anymore.”

You nodded, your own resolve hardening. "You are so strong." You told him. “And I'm here for you…”

Satoru opened his eyes and met your gaze. “Thank you.” He whispered, hugging you tightly. “Having you by my side makes all the difference.”

You held him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. You gently pulled away from him, your eyes locking on his and then looking at his lips, then back into his eyes, before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips against his, in a heated, passionate kiss.

Satoru responded immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and fervent. 

His hands moved to cup the back of your head, while his fingers tangled in your hair as he tilted your head slightly to get better access. Your hands ran over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your hands.

The intensity of the kiss sent waves of heat through your body. Satoru's lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, leaving a trail of wet and hot kisses. You let out a soft moan, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him even closer. His hands ran down your back, resting on your hips and pulling you towards him.

You pressed your body against his, the need for each other was palpable in the air and it was electric. Satoru's kisses became more insistent. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling gently as you kissed him.

“We don't have to do anything you don't want to.” He whispered against your hot skin. You rested your forehead against his shoulder. 

“I want.” You whispered. “But do you?” You looked at his gaze.

Satoru's hands began to run over your body giving you the answer to your question. His gentle touch sent shivers down your spine, it was electric, and it lit a fire inside you that burned.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Satoru pulled you closer and his lips found yours once more in a searing kiss. This time, there was an urgency.

You melted against him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. Your hands ran over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles as you pulled him even closer, desperate for more of him.

Satoru's hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up as he trailed kisses along your neck and collarbone. The feel of his lips on your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a desire that threatened to consume you.

With a growl of desire, Satoru pressed his body against yours, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The atmosphere in the room became overwhelming.

“Let’s go to your bedroom, Satoru.” You whispered against his lips.

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Summary: (college) Aaron and Y/N at a halloween party where someone gets a little drunk. Still a little conflicted angsty. Don't need to have read the other stuff leading up to this but it helps!

Word Count: 3k

AN: Guys, why do things keep happening to me? I sprained my ankle so bad running after this exchange student I met like, two nights ago, and he just laughed! SMH. Forgive me for how terribly this may read near the end- I'm just trying to get something out. I'll edit it later (maybe) (probably not) (oopsies!)

It had been about half a year of you and Aaron studying tirelessly in the library, but it wasn’t for nothing. Both of you were getting the highest scores on the exams in class and had, by the grace of god, made it onto the Dean’s list last year. It left both of you more determined than ever, but also more inseparable than ever. At this point you were both either at the library, class, or at each other’s place, much to the dismay of your roommates who would like some peace and quiet some nights. Luckily for them, this was one of the nights you were both out of the house, as it was Halloween. Well, the Friday before Halloween. Nobody really wanted to party on a Monday night.

Aaron and you had fought about matching costumes for a while because you refused to dress as Sandra from Grease because you thought she was such a pushover and gave up all her morals for Danny, even thought it would’ve made for a really good costume. He eventually gave up and just admitted he wanted to wear his leather jacket and didn’t care what you dressed as.

Well that is until you met him at his house in a matching leather jacket. He shut the door on your face before you could open your mouth.

“We are NOT showing up to a costume party MATCHING,” he shouted from the other side of the door.

“Aaron you said you wanted to match though!” you shouted back, trying to hide back your laughs.

“You know what I meant Y/N and it wasn’t this!”. 

“Oh come on you kill joy everyone is going to be so jealous of how cute we look!” you laughed as you shoved your fists in your pockets, thinking you looked damn good. You heard him shuffle around on the other side of the door before finally opening it with a dramatic sigh and eye roll.

“You kill me,” he sighed as he started down the porch, letting you catch up to him. You smiled as you stepped into pace besides him. You were heading to one of his friend’s party’s for the night. Aaron insisted it would be fun, but he’d brought it up enough you were getting a little suspicious. Aaron started talking about his roommates' failed cooking attempts as you lit a cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re smoking?” he asked, stopping his story and turning to you as you puffed out a cloud of smoke. You turned away trying to hide it from him.

“So what? You worried about me?” you hummed, trying to diffuse his anger as you ashed the cigarette end. He rolled his eyes and focused back onto the sidewalk.

“That’s bad for you y’know?” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I do know Aaron,” you responded in the same tone as you tapped his shoulder with your free hand. He always hated when you started smoking. It was a cycle you’d gotten yourself into at the beginning of this year starting every few weeks and then quitting whenever Aaron would start stealing and hiding your packs. You smushed your cigarette into the ground once you were finished right outside the house. Aaron had put on some sunglasses to add to his costume which you giggled at. 

“Stop it, you know I look good,” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulders lazily leaning onto you as you both stood in front of the door. You laughed more and patted his chest as you snaked an arm behind his waist to steady him. His friend whips open the door and the noise of the party booms onto the porch. 

“Aaron! Y/N!” he shouted, the scent of alcohol already emanating off of him, “you made it!”. Aaron hugged his friend and started talking as you nodded your hello and slipped into the thumping house, letting the two catch up. It was already packed somehow even though it had just begun, that’s what they’d get for inviting a bunch of nerds. There were several black cats of varying authenticity, a few Gene Simmon’s look-alikes, a smattering of half-assed Jedi, and a fair amount of suspect Spidermen and other superheros. You smiled peacefully to yourself, despite the chaos around you, taking in the moment and what all led to you even getting invited to such an event. You slipped a hand into the cooler to grab a beer and cracked it open to start sipping on it as you watched the crowd. You’d always been a bit of a wallflower, while Aaron was the chatty one. Sure enough, he was still chatting with his friend, just as energetic as he was before. Your old lab partner Jen spotted you at the party and danced her way through the crowed until she was by you.

“Ohmygod Y/N, so great to see you!” she shouted over the speaker. You stifle a smile seeing how out of it she was.

“Jen, how are you?” you asked, trying to be sincere, swishing your drink. She nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so great Y/N. Who do you know here?!” she said back. 

“Uhm, I’m here with Aaron,” you admitted bashfully. Sure enough Jen responded with raised eyebrows and a shoulder nudge.

“You guys are still talking? That’s going gooood?” she said, leaning closer and waggling her eyebrows. You playfully scoffed and pushed her away.

“You know it’s not like that Jen, we’re just…friends,” you said, glancing behind  her at Aaron still gesticulating a story to his friend. She moved her head to block your view.

“Sure and is that why you guys are wearing matching costumes?” she accused. You rolled your eyes and sipped the beer.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you said under your breath. 

“You’re blushing!” Jen giggled obnoxiously as she shook you by the shoulders, to which you swatted her away and tried to shush her even though he was across the room. She aww-ed at your shyness and eventually calmed down. “Okay okay, but still-” she said, “you two are cute together,”.

“Thanks,” you mutter under your breath, looking around the room for Aaron again only to see he had finally moved away from his friend. Where did he go? 

“Hello Jen,” he suddenly chirped, appearing besides you, double fisting two red Solo cups. “Ah cheers,” he said quickly clinking his cups to your beer. 

“Hello Aaron!” she smiles back with a toothy grin, “Ugh you two look so good,” she said looking at both of you. Aaron smiled and looked down at his own outfit before looking at you and nodding, confirming her compliment.

“Thank you Jen, you look good too,” he said back, eyes glancing over her and her fairy costume. 

“You’re too sweet Aaron,” she said, “Okay okay okay I’ll leave you two alone, say bye before you leave!!!” she said in an airy tone grabbing both of your forearms before wandering back into the crowd. Aaron silently took a sip of one of his drinks and smacked his lips before looking back down at you.

“She’s- something!” he remarked. You nodded and matched him with your own sip. 

“She’s nice, just a bit of a party animal,” you agreed, “like someone else I know” you chuckled, elbowing Aaron.

“Pfft as if, I just like talking to people. Unlike soooome,” he retorted, elbowing you back.

“Let me catch up to you then I’ll get social” you jokingly grumbled, taking another sip. He snorted.

The party continued and Aaron and you split again. Sure enough, you do warm up to chat with your classmates and friends as you keep another beer in hand. You feel a buzz starting as you laugh loudly at someone’s joke as you attempt to land a ping pong ball into a solo cup across the table. You miss and loudly shout ‘SHIT!’, only to quickly feel a body pressed against your back, a hand holding onto your hip.

“Let me try for a redemption shot,” Aaron laughed, reverberating in your ear as someone hands him a ping pong ball. He completely misses and you both burst out laughing, and you take the opportunity to lean back on his chest, only to have his grip tighten on your hip. “I didn’t say I was going to be good,” he defended himself as you watched the opposing team try to make their shots. You reach behind yourself and pat his cheek.

“Sure you are,” you tease back, feeling his warm cheek under your hand before you go to grab another fumbled ball. It’s crazy how bad hand eye coordination gets when you’re drunk. You weren’t complaining though. Having Aaron this close was…nice, but you would never really admit it. The game continues and you two end up losing, but just barely. Aaron happily finishes the drinks as you insist you can’t handle any more, mostly because you’ve seen how long it’d been sitting out. Aaron’s fraternity brother tendencies came out whenever he was trying to impress people with these games. 

You expect him to step away once the game is done, but instead he stays right where he is, moving his arms up they’re wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close. He sets his head on your shoulder blade and sighs.

“You alright?” you ask, tilting your head to look at him. You felt him nod onto your shoulder.

“I’m doing just swell Y/N,” he says, knowing he doesn’t need to shout, which makes a chill run up your spine. He tightens his grip for a second before changing his mind, “can we go to the couch actually,” he mumbles to you. You obliged and started to weave your way through the partygoers back to the living room where you know there’s a few couches. Aaron doesn’t let go, despite stumbling a few times into your back. You throw some coats left on a couch onto the arms of it and sit down, Aaron finally releasing his hold. He flops down, laying his head on your lap, leaving his legs dangling off the end of the couch. He grumbles and groans as he throws his sunglasses off into the void of people dancing. “Y/N…I’m getting the spins,” he groans as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oh shit, Aaron’s actually drunk.

You can’t help but gently place a hand on his hair and run your fingers through it.

“Poor Aaron drank too much?” you asked in a sing songy voice.

“Don’t baby talk me,” he whined as he lowered his hands and kept his eyes firmly shut, “can’t you just make me feel better,”.

“What would make you feel better?” you ask, raising your eyebrows to yourself. His eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words he shoots up and promptly throws up over the side of the couch onto the ground. Yeah, good thing you didn’t drink that shit. 

You make him lay down on the couch as you tie up your hair and start trying to clean up the mess. Aaron’s friend finds you trying and grabs your attention.

“Y/N, yeah? Don’t worry about it-” he said, not seeming stressed, “I got this if you just uh, promise to get him home,” he said, tilting his chin in the direction of the still groaning Aaron. You nodded dutifully, you would much rather take this deal. After a few minutes of convincing you’re able to coax Aaron to his feet, leading him out before he can throw up on the floor again.

He does throw up again in the lawn and you try to pat his back to make him feel better, although you’ve never really seen him get sick from drinking so you’re not sure if you’re helping or harming. The two of you are able to make it back to his house, in only twice the normal time due to his drunken ramblings requiring perfect stillness in the middle of the street. 

“Y/N, you know I love you right?” he says bluntly the moment you pull the key to his house out of his jacket pocket. You froze. You know he doesn’t mean it like that, unless he does. You can’t really trust him with how half-shut his eyes are right now.

“I uh, love you too Aaron,” you say, forcing a bit of a smile into the corner of your mouth as you open the door to the dark house. Dammit, he’s not shuffling back into his room without a tumble or waking up the whole house. “We’re getting you to bed okay?” you say to him, as you hold an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Can you spend the night? I love you,” he said through his mumbles as the two of you stepped into the house. He leans his head down so he’s just speaking into your hair. 

“Aaron I don’t know I-” you try to interject.

“But I love youuuu and you never spend the night,” he whines like a teenager as you kicked open the bottom of his door to try and avoid a clatter. You sigh as you navigate him to his bed and let him fall onto it.

“Take off your shoes ya drunk,” you say as you cross your arms and flick on the lights. He hisses at the bright lights, but does kick off his boots before trying to get under the blankets. He eventually opens his eyes again and looks at you.

“Please spend the night Y/N,” he says softly, opening the blankets, “I just want you here,”. You’d spent the night before with him, but usually just on the couch after falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. Did he actually mean this? Or was he just that drunk? “Please?”.

You can’t say no to this guy’s face. You sighed  and kicked off your own shoes and hit the lights before crawling into the area under the blanket. You can hear Aaron trying to form a sentence but he just mumbles words as he pulls you closer by the small of your back. You give in and rest your head on his chest, hearing just how fast his heart is beating, glad it isn’t just your own. 

“Y/N?” he finally gets out, breaking the silence of just the two of your breaths. 

“Yes Aaron?”

“Don’t leave me,”.

“I won’t,”.

You feel him slowly rubbing your back before eventually falling into a loud snore. He’s lucky he was handsome, otherwise you’d be smothering him with a pillow. Eventually you’re able to fall asleep into the darkness, trying to not overthink things.

You wake up to sunlight hitting you directly in the eyes through the window across the room. You groaned and turned to try and hide your face, remembering at the same time you were in a bed that was not your own. You groaned as you realize Aaron isn’t in bed anymore with you. Shit. You sit up in the bed, rubbing your head groggily. As if on command, Aaron swings the door open with two cups of coffee. His face brightens as he sees you’re awake.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, his morning voice making your stomach do a flip. Well, either that or the residual alcohol. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, as you gratefully take the cup. 

“Not the best, I can’t lie,” he admits as he sits at the foot of the bed. You wished he’d just come back under the covers though, “I don’t really remember coming back home,” he says as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Do you remember any of last night?” you asked. He shrugs, still facing the door.

“I remember doing really bad at beer pong with you,” he offered, rubbing the back of his head, “was I embarrassing? Oh Christ what did I say-”.

“Nothing! You just threw up on the floor, and then I uh- took you home,” you nodded, agreeing to yourself on this story.

“Mmm,” he hummed, before silence took over the room again. He didn’t ask what you were doing in his bed. He didn’t admit that he did remember some of the drunken haze. It wasn’t lying that he didn’t remember the walk home- he really didn’t- but he did remember you unlocking the door. And he vaguely remembered admitting he loved you.

For now though, the silence was welcome. The two of you sipped your coffee. 

“We didn’t fuck right?” he asked, only to be met with a pillow to the cheek.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 2/15

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Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias. 

Enjoy!

"Not like that, like this."

"But grandma..."

You were miserable being a seamstress apprentice, but at least you were doing something your parents would say whenever you'd call them to complain. They had you move to Manchester so you could learn the business. Grandma was happy to have you since dad was never good for anything but stitching up socks when he was young. You remember him doing so all the time as Trent would grow out of his clothes faster than you.

"Rearrange them." Grandma demanded, pointing to a pile of spare buttons that you wrongfully arranged by tossing them all into one single box. "Afterwards Jennifer has got some more work for you to do at the counter."

"Wait, you're leaving me?"

Grandma was seen putting on her hat and fur coat. "The Great British Bake off is on." She smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." And with that she left the shop.

Frustrated, you rearranged the box of buttons and went on to receive more instructions from grandma's only employee at this particular shop, located in a quite posh part of Manchester. Sometimes you would recognize people who walked in from TV or the cover of famous magazines. It was cool how Grandma had managed to make quite the name for herself, having started from nothing.

"All done?" Jennifer asked, as you walked up to the counter, shoving the box of buttons into a drawer beneath it.

"Yes. Can I go home now?"

Jennifer looked at you with guilty eyes. Her green guilty eyes. "I've actually got some things for you to sort out. We've got an important client coming in tomorrow. His assistant called this morning, asking us to prepare his measurements beforehand so it wouldn't be as much of a hassle tomorrow. What I need you to do is clean up in the back by putting some clothes on the headless mannequins.....oh, after you've attached their heads of course."

"Jenny," You sighed. "That's gonna take me at least two more hours in the shop. Please tell me you're at least sticking around to help me?"

"Sorry." She shrugged, closing down the computer and grabbing her purse. "I've got a date tonight."

And like that you were left for dead. Your Friday night set.

After two hours you were still on your knees in the shop window, dressing the mannequins, customizing them with Grandma's latest collections. Suddenly the bell to the front door rang.

"Coming!"

It was too late for any deliveries. You were surprised to be confronted by a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders, wearing sunglasses even though it was nearly dark outside.

"Can I help you sir?"

The man looked over his shoulders then to the left and to the right before acknowledging you. "Are you Mrs Arnold?" He asked skeptically. Although you couldn't see his eyes from behind his dark sunglasses, you knew that he was looking at your bare feet.

"Erm..no, I'm her grandchild. Can I help you with something?" You regretted the fact that you left your heels in the store window. You thought the delivery man was at the door. Instead you found this huge man that, unless he wanted to buy something, you were going to have to ask to leave.

"My assistant called your grandmother about a suit fitting. I was in the neighborhood and I have the suit with me right now if we could just get it over with today, since my flight leaves early tomorrow afternoon."

"Um, sure. What was the name?" You moved over to the counter, checking the computer. If it was just a suit fit then perhaps you could get it done yourself. You had done many of those before, without Grandma having to assist you.

"The name?" You repeated, peering over to see that the man hadn't given it up yet. All he had done was remove his sunglasses, revealing a pair of handsome brown eyes.

"It's Ruben, Ruben Dias."

"Ruben....Dias...." You typed the name into the bookings, and that's when it hit you. "Wait a minute?"

The man seemed startled by the swift way your eyes left the computer, examining him. "You play for Manchester City, don't you?" And not only that, he was THE Ruben Dias.

"Yeah." He smiled, not really wanting to make a big deal out of it. You however....

"My brother hates you!"

"Pardon?" He scratched the back of his head.

"No, you don't understand, he really hates you." You laughed. "The way you played against Liverpool last time around was hilarious."

"Um...thanks."

You could see it, Ruben getting a bit uncomfortable by the change of your demeanor. You were probably coming across as very unprofessional.

"Excuse me." You said, clearing your throat, settling down a bit. "I'll be right back."

You rushed over to the store window where the half dressed mannequins lay, along with your high heels. You returned to the front of the store, having collected yourself and put on your shoes.

"Let's see the suit." You said, to which Ruben brought out a paper bag, setting it on the counter in front of you. He pulled out the jacket of the suit, but the way it look, the texture of the fabric...

"It's green." You grimarced.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Why is it green?"

"You don't like it?"

"No." You snorted. "It's hideous. Unless the theme to whatever event you're going to is 'Moldy Pinguin'?"

"It's not." He said, looking less than amused.

"Well whoever suggested you'd wear it should be fired."

"Did my assistant give you the measurements?" He said, in a business like matter, a sign for you to shut up and do your job.

"Sure." You nodded, ones again wiping the smile off your face. "Please, sit. This may take a while."

Ruben was glad to be seated whilst you took his suit into the back office where Grandma kept her sewing machine. You took Ruben's measurements and applied them to the suit. It should fit him well once you are done.

"Done. Let's try it on."

You returned with the fitted suit. Handing it to Ruben who stood and followed your directions towards dressing rooms. Whilst he took his time, you contemplated calling Trent, perhaps lying and telling him that Grandma had Manchester City players coming in and out of her shop. Of course, he wouldn't believe you unless you had proof, and sneaking a photo of Ruben would be too risky, not to mention creepy. No, you shouldn't do it. Although you really wanted to. If you could just get closer.....

"I don't think the shirt fits."

Approaching his dressing room, phone in hand, you were forced to back off as the curtains flung open, revealing Ruben with an unbuttoned shirt and no pants on.

"Um, w...what doesn't fit?" Your mouth went dry. Ruben's black underwear fit him perfectly, the elastic fabric hugging tightly around the curve of his ass, cupping his front, firmly holding up the bulk in his pants.

"My shirt?"

"Oh." Your gaze lifted. "Of course. Your shirt." You approached him, examining the design.

"Look." He said, demonstrating the fact that the buttons wouldn't close, not with the current size of his chest.

"I see." You hummed, trying not to make it obvious that you were checking him out. He had outlined muscles everywhere you looked, even tracing down towards his...

"Can you fix it or not?"

"Tonight?" Your eyes left his muscles, mimicking his frown.

"Yes. I'm leaving for Portugal tomorrow, it's where I'll receive my reward."

"What award?"

"Does it matter?"

Clearly Ruben was getting irritated, however none of this was your fault. You did the measurements just as his assistant had informed. Perhaps Mr Muscle Everest should stay off the weights if he wanted clothes to fit him better.

"Can you?" He repeated, seeing how you failed to answer him.

"Fine. Okay." You nodded, stretching out a hand for Ruben to hand over the shirt. He did so rolling his eyes.

God, he was annoying, you thought. No wonder he and your brother had beef.

"I'll be right back." You said, and spent another hour working overtime. By the time you left the sewing machine and waited for Ruben to try on the suit, the time was already well past nine o' clock.

"Okay, tell me what you think, and don't lie." Ruben stepped out of the dressing room in his moldy penguin suit.

You shrugged your shoulders and handed it to him straight. "I'd definitely call you if I needed help solving the murder mystery of my late cat Whiskey."

"Huh?"

"It means you look like Sherlock Holmes, Ruben."

He raised a brow.

"And Sherlock Holmes is not who I'd aspire to look like If I was expected to go on stage, receiving an award in front of hundreds of people."

Ruben's expression faltered. "Is that all?"

"Yes, that'll be 50 pounds for the fitting. Would you like me to run it up by the front desk?"

"Gladly." He grunted, shutting the dressing room curtains in your face.

You mumbled the words on your way to the front desk. "What a dickhead."

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[jennay]

That's my Spot

An: Just some cute fluff no warnings.

Summary: Jolly and Reader keep running into each other at a local cafe.

If you want to be tagged in Jolly stuff let me know!i

For a week, you had been caught in a silent flirtation. Every day, you would enter the coffee shop, plug in your laptop and phone, and order your usual drink.

He would be there, too, sitting by the cozy fireplace with a book in his hand. He had long, straight hair that fell down the sides of his cheeks and a black sweater with a band logo that gave him a rock star vibe. He always wore sunglasses when he came in but would take them off as soon as he opened his book.

You wondered what color his eyes were and what kind of books he liked to read. You also wondered what his name was and what he did for a living. Was he a student, a writer, a musician, or something else?

Sometimes, your eyes would meet and linger, but neither of you would say anything. You had work to do, and he had his reading. You wanted to talk to him, but you kept telling yourself that he was just a fellow coffee lover and only being friendly because you saw each other so often.

You didn't want to make a fool of yourself by approaching him and finding out he had a girlfriend, or worse, he wasn't interested in you. You were too shy to make the first move and hoped he would do it someday.

Out of the corner of your eye, you admired him. You thought stupid things like, how long did it take to grow his hair that long? Why did he always come in looking like a rock star? Why did he wear sunglasses inside until he started to read? What was his choice of drink, and who reads as much as he does?

You imagined he was a deep thinker, a passionate reader, a mysterious stranger. You wanted to know more about him but didn't know how to start a conversation.

You quietly giggle, hiding your face behind your laptop as you read your emails. The most silly part was he made you think all these things without even saying a word to you. He had a power over you, a magnetic attraction that drew you to him. You felt a flutter in your stomach every time you saw him and a warmth in your cheeks whenever he looked at you.

You stood up, leaving your things unattended; you'd been here so many times you weren't worried about people stealing your things. You'd been going here off and on for over a year. You were addicted to the atmosphere and how the Barista always knew your name. You loved that they could have your order going when they saw you. You mostly loved that you always got your seat by the window to watch everyone walking by; you were curious about their lives even if you'd never know.

"Vanilla Latte?" The Barista asks.

You nod your head, "Of course." You smile, "Can I have it iced today?"

He smiles widely, "Oh?" He questions, "We're switching things up I see. What's the occasion?"

You shrug your shoulders, "I just feel like being spontaneous. Maybe I'm sick." You joke. "That was a bad joke." You nervously laugh, "I don't have covid or anything like that." You take a deep breath, "I'm gonna stand over here in shame now." You shake your head, thoroughly embarrassed by your actions. You wondered if people could tell you didn't get out much. You heard snickering from where your mystery guy sat, but he dug his nose back in his book when you looked over. Cool. You thought you made an ass out of yourself, and people heard it.

The Barista calls your name, and you thank him for your drink. Your cheeks are red as you walk back to your spot; you hide your face in your laptop, never wanting to be seen again. You sip your iced vanilla latte and try to focus on your work, but you can't help stealing glances at him. You wonder if he thinks about you outside this place like you did about him.

You returned to the café, as you did every weekday morning, following your unbreakable routine. Today, you skipped the coffee line. You skipped everything, even though you had planned on treating yourself to a latte as soon as your meeting was over.

You only had about five minutes to set up your laptop and join the online chat. You couldn't afford to be late, even though you desperately craved your caffeine fix.

You froze in your tracks, seeing him sitting at your table. The one by the window, with the power outlet and the cozy cushion. The one that you always occupied, without fail. The one that kept you sane in the midst of your hectic schedule.

You had difficulty adapting to change, and it was about to show. You didn't have time to confront him. You didn't have time to politely ask him to move, not that you would. You were not the type to cause a scene, and you didn't have any claim to the damn spot.

Instead, you settled for the table across from him, feeling panic as you tossed all your belongings on the table and hastily plugged your laptop in. You put your headphones on and press the speak button on your mic. "Yep, I'm ready when you guys are." You said in a rushed tone. "Go ahead whenever you're ready. I'll be in the background and let you know if I hear anything odd on the recording." You assured your coworker.

You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling. You felt like a fool as you shifted your legs around; you even attempted to put your legs over the chair beside you and lean against the wall while you listened to them talk. You gave up on sitting comfortably. Your eyes met his, and you gave him a small smile, finally noticing that his eyes were a deep shade of brown. "Nope," you said. "It still sounds clear on this end."

You tap your fingers nervously on the table, feeling restless and annoyed by the people standing behind you and everyone who keeps passing you. It was distracting. You couldn't focus on the meeting, which was already boring enough. You wondered why you had to attend this online conference when you could have just watched the recording later. You had no interest in the topic and didn't know anyone else in the virtual room. You felt like you were wasting your time.

You put your hands in your lap and close your eyes, trying to ignore everything as you continue to listen. The speaker droned on and on, using jargon and acronyms that made no sense to you.

You wished you could mute him or, better yet, leave the meeting. But you had to stay because your boss expected you to. You sighed, hoping the session would end soon.

Your eyes snap open when you hear something set on your table. You stare down at the cup in front of you and see him walking back to his table.

You peek over your laptop to see him smile as he sits down again. You smile like a child, thankful for your gift. You mouth thank you to him and take a sip of your coffee; he knows your order.

It shouldn't feel as special as it did, but no one seemed to remember small details about you, and this was new.

He had never done anything like this before. He had never acknowledged you except for the occasional eye contact and nod. He had never spoken to you or even asked your name. He had never shown any sign that he noticed or cared about you.

But now, he had bought you a coffee. He had made a gesture that said he wanted to connect with you. He had made you feel something you hadn't felt in a long time. He had made you happy.

It's not until fifteen minutes later, when you're ending your meeting that you see writing on the cup, not just an order but something he'd written. "Sorry, I took your spot. Come sit with me?" You read the words, and your mouth slightly drops. Was this actually happening? Was he inviting you to join him? Was he interested in you? You bite your lip, hoping he'll be there when the meeting ends.

When the time comes, you take a deep breath, thankful to be done, and you see him still sitting there; this time, he's scrolling on his phone.

You feel excitement and nervousness as you decide to approach him. You quietly pack up your belongings and head towards him. You stop at the table before sitting and say, "Is it still ok if I sit?"

He looks up and smiles, his eyes sparkling. He nods and gestures for you to join him. "Of course, please sit. I've been waiting for you." He says, his voice warm and inviting.

You feel a glow in your chest when he smiles at you. He gently puts his hand out to introduce himself to you. "I'm Joakim, but my friends call me Jolly." He says, his name sounding exotic and charming.

You quickly notice his accent. You extend your hand and feel electricity when he touches it. "I'm y/n…and that's what everyone calls me." You say, trying to sound casual. You laugh nervously. "Thank you for the coffee."

His brown eyes watch you curiously as if he wants to know everything about you. "It's the least I could do for taking your spot." He says, his tone is playful and apologetic.

You shrug and smile. "It's ok, it's not like it has my name on it or anything." You say, pretending to be cool with it. You set your bag next to your feet. "But please don't make me sit over there again." You say, pointing to the noisy and crowded area where you had your meeting. You laugh, hoping he'll laugh with you.

He nods. "I promise I won't. I'll save this spot for you if you want." He says, his eyes twinkling. "Or better yet, why don't you sit with me next time? I'd love to have some company." He says, his voice lowering and his smile turning into a smirk. "You know we could even spend some time outside of the cafe together."

You feel your face heat up and your heart race. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. You see a hint of nervousness and a lot of interest.

You nod and smile back. "I'd like that."

You think this might be the beginning of something extraordinary. You think this is fate.

[rorimoon9597]

I got the urge to share this story that my mum told me, so I'm gonna because I'm autistic and nothing can stop me from infodumping to strangers on the internet.

My mum tried to get me diagnosed at seven, but I was declared to not be autistic because my eye contact and facial expressions were too good. I ticked all of the boxes except those two, which the boxes were created from autistic two-year-old boys who are a different colour of autism compared to me? A girl???

Anyway, that led to me wondering why the fuck I was so weird and different and I had meltdowns over it until I read about autism in a book at the library. Literally, I just opened it and I saw myself in the pages. I self-diagnosed myself. I knew why I was different, and weird and all of these things and it was like I was breathing after being underwater my entire life.

I was diagnosed at eleven, and ever since I've not been struggling with myself. I know who I am, and I know why I am the way I am. I don't hate the fact that I'm autistic, in fact I love it. I do weird things, but I can't imagine my life if I were neurotypical. In fact, it'd be weird if I wasn't autistic. Even my mum and sister agree with that.

Moral of the story: Self-diagnosing yourself is okay, because it gives you an explanation for why you're so different. Getting an official diagnosis not only gives you an explanation, but also the confidence you need to be able to live your life.

And I'm unapologetically autistic. I wear sunglasses and headphones and a face mask whenever I'm outside of my house, and I take Hana to many places for no reason except that I can. I'm not going to apologize for being me.

let's make that a tag, actually. Unapologetically autistic.

[another-lost-mc]

in honor of the nightbringer beach event caption.. karasu beach hcs? I'm slowly becoming a karasu stan 🫣

A/N: Welcome to the Karasu Fan Club! 💙 This is such a fun idea. I used the boys' beach holiday in the anime as inspiration for this.

AT THE BEACH with KARASU

0.5k words | SFW (suggestive in a separate section) | gn!Reader

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— The beach isn't his preferred vacation or day trip spot, but if you want to go, he'll make arrangements to take you to Diavolo's private beach. It's the most authentic Devildom beach experience he can offer you without taking you to the human world.

— He's not sure if humans need to wear sunscreen in the sunlight that shines over that beach, but he's not going to take a chance. He's bringing plenty of sunscreen (importing it through Akuzon if he has to) and setting a timer on his D.D.D. to remind him (to remind you) to reapply it. He'll offer to help you apply it too—he doesn't like the greasy texture, but he likes having an excuse to give you back rubs and shoulder massages. <3

— The beach is one of the places he'll dress more casually and show more skin than his usual work attire: swim trunks and a sleeveless shirt, a linen button up, and flip-flops. He bought a pair of sunglasses and a wide-brim hat for the occasion too. It might take a while for him to be comfortable in the bright sunlight, he's just not used to it. (He rarely ventures outside the Devildom.)

— He doesn't normally like sweets, but he does enjoy tropical fruits that tend to be less sweet and more tart.

— He's not a great swimmer and he's hesitant about venturing into deeper water. He's also wary about the Devildom aquatic life that lives below the waves, so he might be a bit on edge until he's sure it's safe for you.

— Speaking of Devildom sea life...do you like fish? He does, and he'll skim the water's surface and catch something fresh to cook up if you're hungry. He won't pass up an opportunity to show off how useful his wings and talons can be. (If not, he'll set up a picnic with the sandwiches he packed in the ice box.)

— He's not interested in surfing at all, but boating or sailing is something he'd like to try.

— He has a good sense of weather detection. If he senses a storm coming, he'll make you're out of the water and somewhere safe and dry well before it hits.

— Sandcastles! He thinks they're fun and relaxing (even though he gets irritated by the sand getting in his hair and sticking to his hands). He's slow and methodical and precise because he's determined to impress you. If it collapses, he'll grumble under his breath about how terrible sand is, but pepper his pouty face with kisses and he'll cheer up in no time.

— He's going to take lots of pictures and photos of you on the beach, in the water, basically whenever you do something cute or if you look particularly fetching in your beach outfit (which tbh is going to be throughout most of the day). He's going to post the best couple's selfie on his Devilgram, and he'll enjoy reading all the comments about how lucky he is, because it's true. <3

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— Beach or ocean sex probably won't happen. Sand gets everywhere and he doesn't like it.

— Sex on a boat? Well, there's an idea. It certainly makes going out onto the water more appealing...

— He's going to get very handsy with you once he suggests you both take a shower after your long day on the beach. The shower in the beach house is huge, so why not share? Once the lingering bits of sand and sunscreen have been washed away, he's more than happy to find other ways to get dirty with you.

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[imnameimswrld]

002 ━━ 𝐀 𝐍𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ,,

warnings: language.

Turning down the Panic At The Disco that had been blasting in the car for the past half hour, everyone gathers their things before getting ready to step out into the fresh Miami air.

A few cameramen catch my eye through the windshield, and I know the second my door opens, the pictures for today's Formula One news are gonna get shot. Better make sure I look dapper. Haley's copper hair blows over her shoulder from outside where she awaits with two bodyguards at her sides, their size making her seem a whole lot smaller than what she really is.

"We all suited up gang ?" I look around in the car, handing the keys to my aunt who sits beside me so she could drop them in her bag once we're all out.

Everyone nods, Mattie's being a little more vigorous than the rest, his little hands having a death grip on the collar of his Ferrari t-shirt. Celina and Renée where the same, and of course I'm sporting my wicked blue jeans and SF polo shirt, a pair of RayBan sunglasses pushed up into my hair. Although I would've loved to wear my trusty Airfoces, Mattie refused to wear his slip on Van's unless I was wearing mine too – and I'm sorry, but no member of my party will be rocking up to the paddocks in flip-flops.

The doors all open as we step out, and a little smirk pulls at my lips when I notice Haley deliver a firm stare at one of the cameras that drift a little too close to the money maker. Chuckling softly, I pat her shoulder in greeting, before I round all my people up and we start the walk towards the entrance. The sun is absolutely unforgiving and my eyes can barely stay open until I've pulled my shades down, and I'm silently thanking my aunt for forcing Mattie and I to lather ourselves in SPF-50.

"Where's Micah ?" my manager keeps her voice low from her stride beside me, and at the sound of the name an immediate scoff gets released from the other side of me.

I briefly turn to share a look with Renée, and I can just tell she's fighting back a crazy hard eye roll.

I sigh softly before looking back forward, instantly noticing the throng of reporters hovering around the scan-in station.

"Not now Hals."

I don't need my name headlining the news tomorrow, and I sure as hell don't want to be making Bonnie's job harder than it already is. All I do is breath, and with that one exhale does a line of false rumors and accusations follow. The life of a Formule 1 driver is, unfortunately, not just about the car we drive.

I can tell this isn't a topic to be dropped, just by the stern look I'm getting in Haley's eyes, but for now she steps back from it, allowing a comfortable air to settle around us instead of the suffocating one that always seems to hang whenever Micah is mentioned.

Trust I'll be dumping the walking negativity soon.

"Ant !"

My gaze cuts to the voice ahead, gaze immediately settling into a set of soft,  pleading brown eyes. The reporters continue to shamelessly shove their mics in Oscar's face, and I suppress a chuckle as I excuse myself from my group for a moment.

"Hey Ozzie, hello." I hook an arm around the fellow Australian driver, placing a hand on his shoulder to deliver a reassuring squeeze. I can almost feel his relief seep out at my presence.

"Antonio ! Can you-"

I shake my head with a polite smile, not even daring to let them finish whatever question of the day it is. "I'm really sorry guys, but we actually have a meeting in about 10 minutes,"

I start pulling Oscar backwards away and towards the safety of my group, waving a hand to the reporters. "Thank you for coming, I hope you enjoy today's race !"

Once we're in the clear, the shorter blonde let's out a sigh of relief, and I pat his shoulder with a light laugh. "Thanks mate."

I toss him a playful wink. He greets my group and ends up waking along with us through scan-in. We talk more about what today could bring for us as driver's, but mostly complaining at how godawful hot it's going go be in the car today. Along the way Carlos and Lando end up joining, and we all agree to make a stop at the cafeteria for a snack.

"Oh mate," Lando swallows a sip of his Coke, twisting in his seat across from me with a curious glance in his eyes. "Where's Micah ? Feel like I haven't seen him in what, couple weeks ?"

The delightful cold of the air conditioning goes from a relieving blanket over me to an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

Carlos hums from beside me. "Yeah, he was at Silverstone, but that was like, three weeks ago ? Tutto okay ?"

My fingers twitch around the dripping cold of ice coffee in my hands. Maybe I should just get it out so it would quit bothering me for the rest of the day. Besides, it would be nice to make the glower Haley is piercing into the side of head right now disappear.

Sighing softly, I look up to my aunt. I don't say anything, allowing just my eyes to speak for me. Fortunately, she understands immediately, and the little boy beside her doesn't. Which is why he's very quick to comply when she offers to buy him an ice-cream and go take a walk to say hi to the other drivers. He's just like me in the sense that he loves the attention he'll receive from everyone; the whole grid adores Mattie.

He's practically Danny Ric's son.

Bumping my fist to his and sending my aunt a grateful nod, I wait for the glass door to swing shut behind them, before leaning back in my chair, my hands settling on my jean-clad thighs.

"Don't expect a long explanation, because I'm really not looking for a therapy session right now," I sternly inform, stressing it with my tone, especially to my manager. That earns me a narrowed glare.

"I haven't heard from Micah since Silverstone."

Two reactions occur in that moment; my two fellow drivers gape with wide eyes at me, and the two remaining women around the table sit stoically, a brewing anger behind their gazes.

"But you've called, texted ?"

I scoff as I meet the Brit's enlarged eyes. "Of course I have Lando, and a fuck ton of times at that."

"So what, your novio just disappears for two weeks without a single word ? Esto es una mierda."

I hum once in response to Carlos, pursing my lips as I trace the little droplets with my fingers on my glass.

"It's not like it's the first time."

Two heads turn in the direction of the low voice, but Renée is sure to keep her bearing gaze on me. Renée and I rarely have serious fights, we just mesh that well. However rare though, things always start to heat up whenever my fuck-up of a relationship gets brought up. I know it's because she only cares for my well-being, which is why I can't ever find it in me to be annoyed with her reaction and attitude towards him. It's not like he deserves any better anyway.

"Mate, I would never butt into your relationship, I have no place whatsoever," Lando's eyes are full of sincere, and maybe just a twinge of fire. "But you're my friend, and a bloody great one at that. I just want you to he happy mate, that's all."

Who's heart wouldn't melt at the way those greens are looking at me right now ?

"Thanks Lan, I really appreciate that."

Contrasting the sweet moment, a shocking slap lands on the back of my shoulder, and I jolt at the sudden action. My eyes dart towards the Spaniard, who has a crooked smile on his face.

"I'm not one for the sappy stuff but, you know I'm here for you 'mano."

I huff out a laugh, nodding. "Si, gracias 'mano."

" Frederic wants his drivers in the paddock by 10, we should go."

They honey-toned voice speaks for the first time since, and my gaze cuts towards the brunette beside me. She already has her eyes ready to meet mine, and they are speaking a thousand words that her lips don't. She has been egging me on to drop Micah for a very long time, and I know it's about time I listen, but it's just about finding the right moment. For starters, he needs to fucking answer my calls.

"Right." I nod, following her lead as she stands, and it's only once we all do, do I notice a quiet gaze settled on me.

My fellow aussie. He hasn't said a single word since the topic of Micah came up, and it has me strangely confused. There's something very uneasy swirling around his eyes, and it's telling me just one thing.

There's something he knows about my boyfriend, that I don't.

[ziminy]

A little too late pt.1

Gojo keep bullying you. But you find out that he's just dumb and he actually loves you

Tags: mdni, smut , enemies to lovers, bully!Gojo, college au, playboy!Gojo, f!reader, kissing, fingering, lovesick!Gojo, size difference, names (besides dumbass and whatever he calls you, he also calls you honey and cute nicknames), horny Gojo (me too ngl), I'll add it later if I missed something.

8500 words, lol. It's pretty long.

Pt 2 here. Masterlist

You were in the hallway with a friend, both of you about to go home. As you were walking, you felt something on your head, and when you looked up you saw the white haired guy.

"Ugly." he said and walked away.

"What's wrong with him?" your friend said. He was always like that. He just out of nowhere started to call you names and then walked away. You don't have any kind of history together, so, what happened? No one knows, to be honest. He just saw you and he decided to do that whenever he saw you from that moment.

"I have no idea." you didn't even knew his name. You don't have any classes together. Does he know your name? Or maybe you done something to one of his friends to be like this? I have no idea. So many questions, yet no one is there to answer them.

But now, you started to see him outside the school. Now, for example. You sat at a table inside a coffee shop, working on some project on your computer and then you heard his voice. "Idiot." he said as he walks past you. Tf? How is he there? Did he started to follow you to insult you? Later, that evening you were talking with a friend of yours over the phone, complaining about the dick head who constantly insults you.

"No, cuz I got enough of this. I don't even know who he is. I can't breathe in peace without him getting out of nowhere and then say something." you said as you sat at the edge of the bed.

"You said he have white hair and blue eyes."

"And he wears sunglasses a lot. Even if he is mistaking me for someone else, at least he should apologize. He have four eyes and still can't see clearly." then your friend sent you a link.

"This might be his profile. I doubt that it's him though." it was him.

"It's him! It's that son of a bitch!"

"Really?" your friend sounded shocked. "Then.. Now that you know who's he what are you going to do?"

"Revenge." you said and hang up. Sure, revenge sounds nice. But what exactly are you going to do? You looked at you phone screen for a few minutes, you weren't scrolling through his profile, you weren't even paying attention to what was on the screen. You were just thinking. He calls you all kind of names. Most of the time an idiot or ugly, dumb ass. How about making him say that you're the opposite? Your finger moved on the screen, scrolling down. Tall ass bitch. Even in the pictures you could see how tall he was. But that wasn't important. With a little bit of courage you send him a message. "Remember me?" a few seconds pass by, almost a minute, then two and he finally saw your text.

"The girl from last night?" what? You stared in disbelief at your screen. The fuck?

"No." you text back.

"The girl from two days ago?" you blinked a few times.

"No."

"Have we seen each other this week?" I mean, yes, but not in the way he's suggesting.

"I'm the girl you keep picking on at school." he saw the text, but he didn't reply. Almost a minute pass by, he was online, but he didn't reply. "Are you still there?" he saw the message instantly.

"So?" you raised an eyebrow. Is he playing dumb?

"I just want to talk :) " it was more than just talk. It was more to make him take everything back.

"What exactly do you want." if only he knew.. But maybe he knows.

"Dunno. Think." why is he replying so slow?

"Dunno who you are." oh, so he wants to play like this? Alright then. War is it.

"You better prepare yourself." it was the last text you sent him before you went to sleep. You heard your phone buzzing, but you didn't even looked at it.

The next morning you woke up with a lot of texts. Mostly from your friend who sent you his profile. But there were also messages from him. Like, "what do you mean" or "don't ignore me", " at least reply ". The evil smile on your face.

"I fell asleep." you finally texted him back.

"So what do you want." he texted back a lot faster than yesterday.

"Nothing. Just talk. Get to know each other?" yeah. Get to know each other my ass. Like you give a fuck about that guy.

"??? " if you could only skip time to the moment he finally says what you want him to say. As much as you want to poke his eyes out, all four of them, you tried your best to have a nice conversation with him. If he could only be more far away than now, another city, or county. Planet, even better. As much as you looked in disgust at your phone screen, you tried your best to keep your cool. And, at the end of the week, you got to know a few things about him. Like the major hes in (it was far too boring to remember), or why he constantly wear sunglasses. Like, bro, it's night and he still wears sunglasses. He even sends you photos of where be is, like you would care. With a little bit of acting and the fact that you don't give a shit, you managed to get over the day.

Now your were about to go to sleep, while he kept spamming you. He's in a club or something, and he doesn't see anyone that he would like. For a moment you open your phone, mostly to mute him so that you could sleep in peace.

"I'm not doing charity work." you stared at his text. "Ughhh. Why is everyone so ugly." you wanted to choke him.

"I would do charity work." you replied mostly to see his response.

"Well, we're not talking about you now. It's about me." bitch.

"Fuck you." you turned off your phone and went straight to sleep. The next morning you woke up with not so many messages. The last one being before he finally saw someone that catch his attention, nothing from there. "You up? " but he didn't saw your text until you got ready to leave your house.

"That girl had a boyfriend." why was he telling you like you would care.

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'? " was there another meaning than what have he done last night?

"You left her alone?" I mean, pretty obvious, right?

"Fuck no. I just had a threesome." wow. Just, wow. What are you supposed to say after someone just said that? Are you supposed to congratulate them? Are you supposed to ask questions? Also, why is he so open to you as if he wasn't insulting you everytime he saw you.

"Congratulations. Hope it would be twins."

"Always use protection." good for him. But that wasn't the only conversation you had with him that left you with questions. Because by the end of the week you woke up with questions about you. What color are your panties? How far can you squirt? Can you jump on it like it's an trampoline? This wasn't normal. This isn't the way it supposed to go. Not like this, at least. Sure, if you were dating. But you're not. Not now and not later. "What's your favorite color?" that was the most normal question you ever heard from him.

"Why?" you're skeptical tho.

"So I could buy condoms in that color." oh my god. What in the world?!

"Bro????"

"I'm having a date later."

"Then what does it have to do with my favorite color? Like I want to know who you're fucking and in what color."

"I don't know her favorite color, so I could at least do this. Geto said I should get the green ones." him and that friend of his. He keeps talking about the guy he hangs around with. That guy encourage him to do so many stuff, he's up to no good.

"Then do that! You frick!"

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"I'm not shoving anything up my ass." it was like you anticipated his questions. But no, everytime you think it's something, it's turn up to be something else.

"So I could buy condoms in that flavor?? Why would you put something in you ass? Can i see it." the block button was such a temptation. As soon as he admits that you're a decent human being, the sooner he gets blocked.

"Fuck you." most of your conversations end up like that. And, like this three weeks pass by since you started to text him. He was a mixed machine. He'll be like this now, then like that. He sent so many pics of him, yet he never received one from you. And he doesn't seems to care. In fact, he would send you more and more photos like you have what to do with them. Maybe sell them online? There were quite a few people who liked him around the school. Maybe you could get a use of those photos in a way or another.

"You're not as bad as I thought." was this what you think it is? But it only been three weeks. Was he that easy? "I thought that you want to fuck at first." was your actions not speaking for themselves.

"Like hell I want to be near your horny ass."

"You're like a girl friend I only talk to."

"Who wants to be friends with you?"

"Let me finish. -And I haven't fucked."

"You fuck your friends?"

"Yet." why is he getting out of subject. Also, text all once, you freak.

"Where are you?" is one of his weekly dates boring?

"At a bar with some friends."

"Don't drink too much." at least if he says something, he better be wide awake. It's doesn't feel like a victory if he's drunk.

"Don't tell me what to do." bitch. At least stop texting.

"Go home if you feel like you had too much. Don't stay there and get your ass back home."

"Alright." he went offline the next moment he sent that text. What a moody guy. Well, he always seemed a little different when he was drunk. He seemed more serious, and he actually listen to you. "Good morning." you woke up with a text from him.

"So? With who did you went home? Anything nice?" you texted. You would have let him text after that. It was mostly to look like you care after all.

"I went home alone. Didn't felt like doing anything yesterday." the way you gasped. He was known for fooling around after all.

"Fr?"

"Yeah."

"Waaaa. Congratulations. Your demons finally left your hormones alone." it was like he wasn't himself. You couldn't really believe, after the few days you two been talking, he was always with a girl, then another. Maybe he mistook you for someone else, since he changed girls like clothes.

"Mmm." but something was odd. It was strange. Is he drunk? What's with the replies.

"Alright, alright. I understand. Text me when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk."

"And I'm batman. Get over the hungover, Hercules." you turned off your phone and sat in bed. Man, if he could just confess faster. It's becoming tiresome at this point. You text him as soon as you wake up, you text him before you go to sleep. He text you out of nowhere and tell you what he's doing, even if you never ask for it. He could just had blocked you from the start, but he didn't. Maybe you got some of his hungover. Is being drunk contagious?

"I heard you been talking to Satoru." your friend said, somehow waking you up from your thoughts. It's been three days since that guy haven't text you. Maybe he got enough of you? You could only think of him because of the way he was acting, you couldn't stop thinking about him even at school.

"Oh? That guy? Yeah. What about him?" you said fixing your posture.

"Don't get your hopes high. Have you heard about him and the girls that hang around him?" how could you not? He been describing every hookup. He never leaves a detail apart. But as long as you can keep him entertained, it doesn't matter.

"I know better than anyone what he been doing." you said and crossed your arms to your chest. "See that girl over there?" you point in some girl's direction. "She and one of her friends hook up with that guy. Both of them slept with him separately and then both of them tried to confess to him at the same time. It ended in a threesome." your friend looked a little surprised. "See that guy over there? His girl cheated on him with Gojo and that black haired guy he been hanging around with." your friend gasped. "And guess what. They're still together."

"Nahh.. I don't believe you.." your friend put a hand over her mouth.

"And guess what. That guy confronted her."

"As he should." but it didn't ended there.

"And then it was a gangbang. It was him, the four eyes guy, his friend, two more guys if I remember. Then Gojo left with his friend two other guys came in. It turned out that girl been cheating on her boyfriend with multiple guys." your friend gasped again.

"What? How do you know about it." she looked shocked and in disbelief.

"The guy you just warn me about it told me. He just can't keep his mouth shut."

"I thought you were also fooling around with him."

"We're just talking. Nothing more." and it was about to end very soon. He either confess or you'll just block him. One of two.

"What are you talking about?" you're phone buzzed, revealing his text. Oh, he's not dead?

"Are you spying on me now?" you texted back.

"I've been feeling very bad lately. I think I might be ill or something." you giggle. But it was an evil giggle.

"Who are you talking to?" your friend said.

"Speaking of wolf. You would not believe it." you show your phone to your friend.

"Can you say a few nice words about me so I could date one of his friends?" like heck you'll ask for anything from him.

"Nahh ah. It's not going to happen."

"Most of the people around him are just.. Ugghh. One date. Please." you raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. Time out. I'm not talking to you until you get yourself in check." you got up from where you were sitting. Oh, sweet break, it was about to end. How many classes do you have left until you can finally go home? Time passes very fast. So fast that it even been four days since he finally started to text you again.

"I don't really have what to do, to be honest." well, the weekend was around the corner.

"You know, seeing you staying in place is weird. Like, you're not the dick head you used to be like a week ago." you confessed.

"Yeah.. About that."

"?? " you raised an eyebrow.

"Can we talk about something." he left someone pregnant? Did he perhaps fooled with a girl and now she's asking him to marry her?

"Man.. Don't scare me like that. I'm here if you need someone to talk to." yeah. Go ahead and talk. Maybe if he gets over his phrase and you're there.. Maybe.. Maybe he'll open up?

"I've been thinking about it. I stopped texting you at some points thinking it would go away. But you really don't wanna sleep with me. You don't want anything from me."

"If it's about this, then I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not going to sleep with you." this? Didn't he said personally that you're just a girl he's friends with. A girl that he doesn't sleep with? Yet.. But the yet part won't come.

"Sleep with me woman! Ask for something from me. Ask for a relationship. Ask for things I won't like. Make me reject you."

"Boy, if you don't shut your ass."

"Listen, I feel stuff I never felt before. I think I'm mentally ill." at least he's knows.

"Yeah, I also think that."

"I think I might have some heart issues. I'm dying."

"I don't really wanna go to your funeral."

"Y/N." he remember your name? "I think I like you." What? "No, I.. I don't know what these feelings are. I never felt this when I'm looking at someone good looking. I never felt this when I'm with more beautiful girls."

"Thank you for calling me ugly."

"You're not ugly. You never were. You're the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life." mmm. Sure.

"You called me an idiot before." you stared at the text you just sent. He's typing, you can see that.

"You're smart, beautiful. You're there to talk to me. You listen to my bullshit even if I didn't asked to. You still talked to me even if I called you names. I am an idiot." yeah. He is. You smiled at the screen. But then something hit you. Was this.. A win? Will this be.. His villain origin story? What if you decide to not fuck around with him? No! Wait! You were never fucking with him! Your eyes widened and then you realize. He made you soft and all fuzzy inside. You gasped. Was this his plan from the start? Is this the way he seduces all those poor women?! "I love you." you stared at his nonsense. "I adore you." bullshit. "I wanna be with you." that just straight shit! This man! This was his plan from the start, wasn't it?! He plan on making you text first and then fall for his words. "I really love you." you pressed on your phone screen and looked at the block button. Right under it was the report button. Witch one should you press first? Block so you can stop seeing him typing bullshit or report, so you could report his bullshit? You close your eyes and took a deep breath and then press the first button that was in your way. You open your eyes and he was blocked. Finally. You're free from the devil's hand. You were finally free from his curse. That damn man. Ughh. That evening, after you finally was done with him, you went straight to sleep. And in the morning , out of habit you almost texted him. It was when you open the conversation when you realized what happened. You should be happy, yet you only felt tired. What happened yesterday made you go through so many feelings, it was tiresome. Getting ready for school and even the walk was making you feel like you haven't slept last night. The classes? Ughh. It was like they were never going to end. The weekend? Slept it away, now feeling even tired. The next week? Your friends finally said something about it, getting you out of it. Bros over hoes. No, he wasn't even your whore to begin with.

The next day, you were finally on your feet. Getting other routes to your classes. Getting to know better the school that you've been going to for almost two years now. You were all a smile while the white haired guy was suffering in silence. He stopped taking care of himself. He stopped talking to a lot of people. He didn't even wanted to get out the house anymore. He walked to classes looking half dead and half homeless and then go back home. You? You got to see parts of the city where you never been before. Your friends dragging you out the house and showing new places. Some of them you recognize from the photos you received from the blue eyes guy.

"Since tomorrow is Saturday, how about going to a club or something?" one of your friends said while sipping from the coffee she bought earlier. The coffee shop you were in was somewhere far away from your home.

"Mmm. I'll go." you said. For the past few days you've been going out as soon as your done with your classes.

"It's rare to see you like this."

"A few days ago you were a living mess and now look at you."

"What happened anyway? I don't remember you being in a relationship." that made you look away.

"I've been going through some hard times. But what I can say is that I'm over it now."

"Whatever." the sooner you got home, the sooner you jumped in bed. It was hard to keep up with others. You felt tired than before. Continuously walking left and right, always having to smile so people would stop asking you what was going on at the start of the week. You close your eyes and when you were about to fall asleep, something woke you up. Your phone buzzing? You looked at it. It was nothing. Since you stopped talking to that guy you kept hearing your phone, when in reality you never even got a notification from any random app. You turned off your phone and close your eyes, falling asleep this time. The next morning you woke up with your friends in your house.

"We're going to order some food and then watch a movie or something, then later were going to get ready to go out." one of your friends said.

"Yeah, yeah. " you said looking at your phone. Whatever. It wasn't that thrilling. Hours pass by, you keep hearing laughing and people talking in the background. It's not like you have anything to listen to.

"Y/N, weren't you taking with Gojo? How's things going on?"

"You know. Nothing much. He haven't been really texting, he might be busy or something." you said still looking at your phone.

"Eh? I heard he's not feeling very well." another friend of yours said.

"He said he might be sick. Dunno anything else tho." But their nagging never end. Could anyone stop talking or change the subject? Please. For sucks shake.

"But I heard-"

"Let's leave the man alone." you said and got up from your bed. "Isn't it the time for us to get ready?" after what seemed an eternity, everyone is ready and in front of the club. "I'm going to get waisted tonight." you said as soon as you got in. That place was loud. The music wasn't even that good, or for your liking. But the bar? That area was surprisingly empty. The sooner you ordered something to drink, the sooner you empty your glass. And then got another one. Three empty glasses already and you were on the dance floor. These people look like they forgot how to have fun. It was like they were bearly moving. Maybe it's the music fault. It was still not on your liking. But that didn't stopped you from moving your body like you were some kind of fish on the land. The song change and it made you stop for a moment. The previous drinks weren't strong, maybe if you got another drink? But the drinks looked so far away, along with the piece of wood they are at, but you know who's closer? The white haired guy , looking like he was only getting closer and closer. Or not. No, he looked like he was in the middle of your way to the bar, but he never got closer. He stood there, looking like the slender man he is. He never moved, but he looked at you. His messy hair, the white shirt he was wearing that looked like it was embracing his body just right. It was tight enough to see the form of his body, but it didn't looked like it was about to pop off him. The round glasses he wears everywhere he's going. His hands in his pockets, now out of pocket, now crossed to his chest then in his pocket again. Is he nervous? Or what does he have in his body for making him move his hands so indecisive. You walked forward, getting closer to him and to the bar you intend to go to. He open his lips, looking like he was about to say something, but no sounds came out of it. You were now in front of him, looking up at him. Suddenly , you felt something. "My neck." you said and put a hand on the back of your neck. "I forgot how tall are you." he stared at you. He never said something. You walk past him, not saying another word. Man, this revenge feels a little bitter. You sat at the bar, waiting for the barman to be available to take your order.

"Don't drink too much." what does he want?

"Why would I listen to you?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I listen to you before. Also, I'm saying it because I don't want to see you in a place like this." if he could just go back to his old self.

"I want to see myself in a place like this." no you don't. But for some reasons you want to do the opposite of what he's doing and saying. Annoy him? Dunno. It was something that it made you want to go the other way.

"Y/N." you looked with the side of the eye at him. What does this guy wants from you? he sighed. "Are those your friends?" he said and turned around to look at some girls not far from you two.

"I think so." lately, even them have been going off the right path. There was a big difference from the moment you started to hang out with them and now.

"One of them tried to sleep with me."

"I know."

"The other one is after one of my friends." yeah, you know that too. "Why are you friends with them?" sometimes you don't choose the way people are. Sure, today might be your friend, but what about tomorrow.

"Sometimes people do things. But it's not like you can complain about them. You're not any better."

"But I'm not worse." dunno about that.

"What do you want anyway." is he really ready for a round two? Was it not enough a week ago?

"I didn't really planned anything, I didn't even know that you're going to be here." so? "Can we talk?" again?

"I don't know how to block you in real life, but I know how to leave." you were about to leave when he put a hand over yours, trying to stop you for at least a moment. He took off his glasses and looked at you. Oh my god, what happened to him? Look at those eye bags. And now that you could see him better, he looked so tired.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." he better be. All that time spent for nothing, trying to make him say at least something nice about you.

"And what do you expect me to do now?" you sat down on the chair next to him. "Asshole." as much as you're trying to convince yourself, he's not that bad. He is, but not as bad as some of the guys you saw before. He admitted that he's an idiot, even if he called you one. But he was one even bigger. Look at him, he looked like he's been overworked all his life. Even if he was mostly fooling around most of the time when you were texting him. It was hard to wake up and having no one to text, after you texted him for more than over a month. As much as you hated to admit, he was a decent human being. Almost. Yet to come? Is it to late to say sike? You sighed. "What do you want from me?" besides the obvious.

"Unblock me, please. Let's just talk like we did before. Or you could at least say hello from time to time, just to let me know you haven't forgotten about me." he hold your hand in his. His hand was warm.

"What if I want to forget about you?"

"At least don't let me forget about you."

"What if I want you to forget about me."

"You said you want to forget about me, you can't go the other way now." he sounded like something he would say when he's drunk. Right. That not the sober Gojo. The one who would ask such stupid thing. Maybe it would have been better if you blocked him from the start.

"Let's talk about this when you're awake." it was mostly to send him home right now, then never respond to him ever again.

"I'm not drunk. I didn't drink anything the whole day." you sighed. Did this guy ever heard of dehydration?

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying."

"Look at the time. I need to go home." you said and got up.

"Let me drive you home. I'm not trusting those friends of yours."

"I need to go to the bathroom." you said turning around to go to where the bathroom was.

"Let me come with you."

"Don't you think you tried your luck enough?"

"Don't leave me alone. Please." he didn't looked like his annoying usual self. Rather than that, he looked like a guy left in the rain. That soft expression on his face made him look like someone else. Where's the grin? Where's the expressions he usually makes? He hold your hands so tender. And the look on his face, and those eyes of his that somehow made you wish he had his glasses on.

"You said you wanna talk? Alright. Let's talk." as much as you want to say you're strong enough to let him go. You are, actually. But not when he looks like he's about to cry. What would people say or how would people look at you when a grown man that's as tall as almost the ceiling suddenly starts crying. "What made you say that you like me in the first place."

"You treat me different."

"I treated you different because I wanted you to take back the words you said to me. Why do you think I listen to your bullshit for so long? I never planed for you to fall in love with me. I only wanted for you to apologize."

"And I did apologize."

"That was all."

"I don't care if you played with me. I'll let you do it again." if he would had shut up from the start, now it would be different.

"But I don't want to do the same thing twice."

"Then don't do it."

"Look, man. Look- I just- I.." you took a deep breath. He knew what to say, but it was at the wrong time.

"In this little time we talked, have you ever think of me?" who would said they don't? Look at him. There are more than a bunch of girls waiting for him. If he could just.. If he would have said nothing from the start. Now it would have been different.

"We're getting off of subject." you avoid his gaze.

"Tell me what other girls been telling me. I like you because you treat me different. Maybe it would change something." what exactly does he want to hear?

"Like what?"

"I've got so many confessions. Tell me that you like me. I hope it would change something." what in the world is going on? Why is he changing so much. Earlier he was beginning and now.. Now what?

"Give me a little time to think." this fucker. Why did he showed up here anyway? Why is he saying all those things if he was planning on going back to his old self? Did he never learned anything?

"I can stay here as much as you want."

"Hey handsome." a girl suddenly appeared next to you two. "Do you have time for a drink?" you looked at him and then at her. Wasn't this the perfect time to escape? You could just get out of there while he wasn't looking.

"I'm here with my girlfriend." he said as he hold your hand. That girl left as soon as she heard that. "Forget about it. I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. Let me at least drive you home." what would be the answer? No. Obviously.

"I'm with my friends. I can't go without them." he looked left, then right. You could see one of your friends not so far away from where you were. He got his phone out his pocket and texted something, the next moment some guy was next to your friend, then walked away with him. You only got a text from her.

"Sorry. I had to leave." you looked at your screen.

"If your other friend leaves by herself,would you let me drive you home? " his confidence was making you angry.

"Yeah, sure." you were so sure that you'll find that girl and go home with her. But instead you woke up outside the club, next to a foreign car, and the tall guy next to you.

"Let me open the door for you." he said and open the car door, waiting for you to get in. You said nothing and got it, looking out the window. It started to rain since you got out the club. It wasn't that heavy, hopefully you'll make it inside the house just a little wet from it. "Let me do that." he took the belt out of your hands and put it for you. What a gentleman, huh?

"I live-" he didn't let you finish.

"I know where you live." huh?

"Are you spying on me?" you put a hand on the door, ready to open it and run from there.

"I was in your neighborhood once with business. Someone told me where you live." what business? "That was a few weeks ago, when we still talked." oh. So then.. He was there for some of his so called dates? It wouldn't be surprising if he fucked half of your street.

"I see." he started the car and drove off. Oh, but how quiet the ride was. Now, you two stopped at a red light, it also started to rain harder than before.

"I don't think I can drive you home on this weather. Let me find a parking lot and wait there until it's calms down." one of the smartest things he said. You nodded and he found somewhere to park. A few minutes pass by, no one said a thing.

"How long do you think it would keep raining?" he only looked out the window.

"I don't know." you sighed and turned on your phone, searching for an answer, since he doesn't have one. But that made you sigh again.

"Can we stay here for a few more hours? It says here that I'll stop in the morning."

"Forget about it. I'll take you to my place." he started the car again.

"Huh?"

"I live right around the corner. I'll take you back as soon as the rain stops." then, you finally saw where he lives. Maybe you could stay for a few hours in place like this. His apartment complex does not look that bad. Can you even call this a simple apartment?

"I didn't know you lived like this." you got out his car when he parked the car in front of his so called home.

"You never asked." you weren't interested before.

"At what floor do you live?"

"27." rich mf. You followed him. You walked after him when he got inside the building, you were still right behind him as he walked to the elevator. This place looked so empty. There were a few paintings and some small tables with some flowers on it on the first floor, after that, you didn't see anything, even if you only saw the reception area and the hallway to elevator. His corridor was just, white, just like his hair. And his home? As white as the hallways. You looked around the so called house. Big ass couch in the middle of the living room. How does he keeps it so clean? It looked like no one stayed on it, it looked like brand new. The tv that's on the wall, facing the couch, almost as big as the furniture that's in front of. Only now you noticed the blanket and the pillow that was on the couch. "Don't mind the mess. I've been sleeping on the couch these days." did he perhaps had visitors?

"You had company?"

"What would you do if I gave you another chance?" the right question is what won't he do if you give him a chance. No, actually. Did you even gave him a chance from the start. It was just to prove something after all, and you were right.

"I wanted to change the picture a little since you.. You know." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. "Anyway." he took a deep breath. "Make yourself comfortable." you could see the rain hitting his windows, it didn't looked like it was going to calm down any time soon. You got next to the couch, but then you noticed the amount of napkins on the floor. "Don't mind those either. I've been.. Crying." he said and disappear in another room. Oh? Maybe this revenge thing is going better than you expected. Oh, but who are you to talk? You also been not good. You tried to mask it. But you're just doing as bad as him. "I got you some clothes to change if you want." he appeared back. Maybe he changed? No. He didn't. Did he? Isn't he just playing right now? Right. As he always do.. He sat on the couch, somewhere close to you, but at the same time keeping the distance. "Here. If you want." he placed the clothes somewhere in the middle, more close to you.

"Don't say that if you don't actually plan to do so." why not? Is not like he can be affected more, right?

"I was curious." you said as you played with your fingers.

"Did you ever liked me? Or think of me?" didn't he asked the same question. You also asked yourself. Wouldn't you be lying if you said you don't. You almost gave up in the end anyway.

"Why do you ask? It's not like you don't know the answer."

"I want to hear it from you." you gulped.

"Maybe."

"Is that an yes or a no?"

"Take it as however you want." this is so embarrassing.. You avoid his gaze.

"You asked me what I'll do if you give me another chance, no? Well.. If you do give me a chance I can show you, since I don't have any words right now." but weren't you right from the start? He's the devil. Look at his words, listen to them, analyze them. His voice is sweet. That's something you can say. His words? He knows what to say. And it's makes you mad.

"Alright then." you said. Somehow, that was unexpected to him. He looked surprised. "If.. I give you a chance. And lets say that I'll give it now..." you took a pause, trying to think of what to say next. "If I.. " no words came im your mind.

"Is that an yes?" he stopped you.

"Yes?" you said somehow unsure.

"I'll show you. If you let me." you nodded, only looking at your feet. Why couldn't this conversation be online, somewhere where you can run if you don't have anything to say.

"What do you plan to do?" he moved more close to you.

"You'll let me, won't you?" let him? What? "Stay with me even after the rain stops. I'll drive you home after you rest." well, his place is nice. And you never heard a bad review about him. So...? With your heart in your teeth, you nodded. "I want to hear you say it. I want you to verbally confirm it."

"A- alright.. Geez.." a firmly hand on your cheek, making you to look at him. He stared at your face for a moment. His eyes moving all around your face. Your lips, your nose, eyes, he was making sure to look at everything. Memorize it, if he could.

"You're alright with it. Right?" you only nodded. "I want to hear your voice."

"I'm alright. You can do whatever you want." his face got closer and closer to yours, but he stopped right before your lips were about to touch. Is he tasting your patience? But weren't you were testing him too? Right from the start. Oh, yes, those times. Your lips finally touched. His hands moving on your hips, dragging you closer to him, he's also moving himself closer to you. His deep kisses now slowly transforming into hungry ones. One of his hands moving behind your head, slowly placing you on the couch. His kisses were longer, and longer. It was like he didn't even wanted to let you breathe. The hand that was on your hip, reminds there, while the other moved along your body. From your chest to your thighs, he tries to be everywhere on your body. "Mmm." you tried to get away for a moment to breathe. He gave you a moment then continued with the kisses.

"Wrap your legs around me." he said and placed one of your legs on his back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't plan on keeping you on the couch all night." is that so? he carried you to one of the closest rooms. He placed you on the bed, getting away for a moment, mostly to look at the way you looked. Then got back at what he was doing before, kissing you. He never stopped doing it, not even when he was carrying you.

"Are you going to kiss me until I leave?" no, he planned more. It was just that he takes his time. How long will it take for you to say that you want something. Or how long will it take for him to give up and lose him mind?

"Maybe." he planned more than that. But he'll make sure to kiss all of your body before you'll have to go. "If you want to do something you can tell me." or wait until he's going insane.

"Well.." he kissed you right before you could say something. "I am.. " and another kiss. "Impatient." and another.

"Mmm. I believe you." what is that supposed to mean? He finally got away from you, for a moment. "Let's take those off." and, like this, the clothes on you disappear. He gulped, somehow lost in his thoughts. Forgetting what he wanted to do.

"You're alright?" he never was.

"Alright, so." he got next to you, making sure you lay on your back as he sat between your legs. He made sure that he have more than enough space, and his hand now between your legs. His eyes moved up and down. Up to your eyes, and down to where his hand was. The way he feels now, it was.. Confusing. It made him unsure, you made him unsure. The way you were already so wet, that also intimidate him somehow. He have to show that he's a man. He can't become a jelly now. What if you don't want to see him anymore when you see him all soft?

"Satoru." his eyes moved back up, to look at you. "I'm kinda embarrassed.. Please don't look like that at me." how cute of you. He looked in your eyes as his hand moved on its own. His face getting closer again to yours, as his fingers makes themselves wet. A few circles around your clit as his lips touched yours. Then ,his hand goes down, slowly, two of his fingers disappear inside of you. It was just so easy to move inside you. But he just made sure to give you extra attention. Never leaving you feel alone somehow. He kiss you, he makes sure you feel him and the warmth of his body. The look on your face said it all. And how can he not observe it? He curled his fingers, making you to jump at the feeling. It was mostly to see how you'll react. But he just finds it funny. He continued to kiss you as he continued to curl his fingers. The room was filled with wet sounds and your muffed moans. And his actions become more and more aggressive somehow. The kisses are deep, while his fingers does the same action over and over again, hitting your walls. Somehow, this was his revenge for the time you left him alone. And it was a punishment to not believe his words. After all, you said it yourself that you're going home after you rest. He'll make sure to never let you rest. You tried to close your legs, he's too much. This is too much. But he was in the way. His fingers stopped moving, somehow, making you more relaxed and empty since he got his hand back to himself. He stopped kissing you and got out the bed. "Where are you going?" your voice shaking.

"Nowhere." he got next to the bed, getting something out the nightstand. A small box. He open it and got something square out of it. Condoms. How could you not notice sooner. He took his clothes off and then he got back in bed. So.. This was it. Somehow, both of you were so anxious. Was the weather outside the fault of the way you two felt? It wasn't just that. It was also fear. The thing from earlier did not prepare you for what was going to happen. His eyes were fixed on your face. You could just not hide what you had in mind. "Look at me." he tried to make you look away from his dick. Mostly because you seemed so scared of it. He got back between your legs, now wrapped around him. He balanced himself, making sure to not fall on you. With a hand, he positioned himself at your entry, then slowly got in. His eyes keeps moving from your pussy to your face. Any kind of discomfort showing on your face? Or do you look like you have something to say? Can he go all the way in or should he wait for any kind of signal? It was just so warm and wet inside, it was like it was sucking him in when he tries to get out.

"It's alright." you're words were more to make him more comfortable. So, now, he held you close as he finally got all the way in. Your hands on his back, holding him. It wasn't like you could loose him. Not when he was a mountain of a man. And he also hold you just as close. He sighed softly as his head rested on your shoulder, moving his hips slowly. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and then moved his lips back on yours. Right, he wanted to feel all of you after all.

"If I wasn't so tired I wouldn't have been so soft on you." you nodded. Right, didn't this guy confessed that he cried? Like heck you believe his words.

"I believe you." no you don't.

"Oh?" he said, one of his hands were on your hip. He stopped moving for a moment only for then to start the same movement again. This time harder, not faster, only harder. He even stopped kissing you, he only stared at the faces you make. No, because you gasped when he started to move again. "What's wrong, honey? Use your words." he never change. Why did you believe him in the first place? He smiled at you, somehow tired, but that smile made you angry. But that only made his movement to change. He got half the way out then went back in, still hard. You tried to close your legs, but just like before, he was in the way. "You like that?" you shook your head. "Be more honest." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Shouldn't I say that?" you wrapped your arms around his neck. Why is he trying to play cool? He stopped being that harsh, now moving his hips back how it was at first, long and slow thrusts. His forehead on yours, he close his eyes as he moved slowly. But something felt like it was missing, or at least to him. Oh, right, aren't you just so relaxed? How can you be like this after the hell days he had this week. One of his hands moved, his thumb now on your clit, rubbing it. His hand movement wasn't the same pace as his thrusts. No, it was more faster, somehow trying to see how much you can last. Because he can't do this much longer. "Mmm." the way you tried to not let out any sound, trying to bite on his shoulder.

"I'm also close." he could feel the way your walls are squeezing him. He started to kiss you again, hungrily, because that's how he felt. "I'm here. I'm here." he whispered between the kisses. His thrusts a little harsher now, never stopping the kisses, never stopping rubbing your clit. "I love you, I really do." he said before both of you finally release yourself. Him cumming inside of you, while you released all over him.

"You said something?" you tried to say catching your breath. You heard him say something, but you couldn't understand what.

"It's nothing." he said and he felt next to you.

"You're sure?" he dragged you in his arms.

"Mmm." won't you leave him again if he says those words again, anyway? It's better if he keeps it to himself. "Sleep here tonight. I'll drive you back tomorrow."

"Alright." he'll enjoy even the last second of it until you leave. All of it.

Now I'm kinda embarrassed of what I wrote.

[lovelyteng]

Booger's Mixel Guide To Secret: Dribbal's True Eyes

[Start camera view at Booger’s Room, Booger wears his one-eyed glasses and lab coat, he stands on camera, Zabo's hand on camera has a small crush on Booger.]

Booger: Hello. I'm Booger, my friend trying to crush my head, it’s Zabo.

Zabo: (offscreen, waves to camera) I'm helping!

Booger: Tonight, Booger's Mixel Guide To Secret.

[Zabo starts one more crush on him, he gets his hand off the screen of the camera by Booger.]

Booger: Okay, that-that’s enough. (Blip walks and pops the title card, he wears goggles.) Tonight, we investigate Anomaly #49: Dribbal's True Eyes.

[Scrud points at theory board, he wears a lab coat, gloves, and one-eyed reading glasses. Camera zooms in to various pictures of Dribbal and notes of theory about Dribbal's eyes.]

Booger: What is he hiding his eyes from his glasses? A painful past? Secret appears? Or something not right in his eyes…?

[Zoom out the camera to Booger and the theory board.]

Booger: Dribbal claims his true eyes don't exist, but tonight we're gonna find out.

Zabo: (offscreen) Right after another exciting episode of… (Camera pans down to his bandage on his knee.) “What’s Under Zabo’s Bandage?” Do-do! (He takes off his bandage.)

Scrud: (offscreen, disgusting) Ew! Zabo!

[Static, cut to outside at night, Booger and Berp as he holds a box of light supplies.]

Booger: Okay, here's the plan. Dribbal is sometimes alone every night. (Walks close to the camera.) Obviously to hide his secrets from everybody else. (Go back to place.) But me and Berp are about "turn on the light up" on this mystery.

[Booger holds on to a flashlight which he turns it on and then increases the brightness of it, Berp laughs.]

Berp: Literally! (Whispering.) I love how you come up with stuff like that.

[Static, cut to Dribbal looks at his phone in the Mixopolis Park as he is sitting on a metal chair while the light is on which Dribbal covers as shields his eyes. Berp walks and smiles at the camera.]

Berp: Wow! So bright in the park at night. (He winks at the camera.) Probably we’re gonna cover ourselves from the light… (Slowly pop out the sunglasses which Dribbal was surprised by.) Wear sunglasses! (He wears sunglasses.) Am I right?

Dribbal: Berp, I will pay you and take off your sunglasses. (Stands on as still to shield his eyes.)

Berp: Don't be shy, Dribbal. (He sits on a metal chair.) True eyes are nothing to be ashamed of.

Dribbal: For mixing it out, Berp. I need to find an inhaler because uh… Whenever I felt anxious.

[Dribbal walks away while Berp looks at him, then he claps his lower hands while snaps his upper fingers.]

Berp: (singing) Do, do-do-do-do, do. Do, do-do-do-do, hey! La, la-la-la-la...

[Static, cut to inside of Dribbal's Room/Room 414-48 as his living room, Booger looks at the camera as holds it.]

Booger: Okay, Plan B. (Camera pans to Dribbal who feels annoyed while he holds a book and pen as he is sitting in a chair, offscreen.) Oh, dear! Is that a spot on your glasses? Let me clean it for you.

[Booger tries to reach Dribbal's glasses, but Dribbal smacks Booger’s hand away.]

Dribbal: Booger, if you’re trying to see my true eyes, you’re gonna have to try harder than that. (Let go of a book and pen to hide it behind him while he starts to feel overawed.)

Booger: (offscreen) Aha! I thought you said you didn't have true eyes!

Dribbal: I don't. (Pop out an eye supplies kit and then hold out an eye drop as quickly put an eye supplies kit down.) But you do.

Booger: (offscreen) What did you mean I-- (Dribbal closer to the camera as he holds an eye drop to reach Booger which he screams.)

[Static, cut to the hallway of Glorp Corp Apartment as Booger with a green eye, a sign as he wears it said "SLIMEY" with green text.]

Booger: Okay, Plan C. Dribbal in the bathroom, I wish it hadn't come to this, but sometimes you have to do terrible things for science.

Blip: (offscreen) I believe in you, Slimey!

Booger: Booger. Just say Booger.

[Booger takes the camera as view to Zabo, Scrud and Blip, he walks to door of Dribbal's Room/Room 414-48 as he enter it where he slowly walk to Dribbal’s bathroom, the he open the door rapidly as come out a steams. Dribbal got wet by water as he deadly glare at Booger with the camera.]

Dribbal: You’re never gonna show it, Booger. Never...gonna...show it.

Booger: (offscreen) How long are you standing there?

Dribbal: Give me that camera! (He is toward the camera as Booger screams.)

[Static, cut to the rooftop of the building at night, Booger feels scared as holds the camera. He got a normal eye back and removed the sign.]

Booger: So I just figured I’d chill out the roof for a while.

Dribbal (offscreen, yelling angrily) I’m gonna find you, Booger!

[Flying Mixels and Mixamals fly away as they're in the background.]

Booger: Well, that's it for this episode. Dribbal’s true eyes remain a mystery, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be uncovered.

[Static, cut back to Berp still sitting in the metal chair while he’s still singing.]

Berp: (still singing) Do, do-do-do-do, do. Do, do-do-do-do...

[Static at the end of the episode.]

[1794]

I've taken to wearing sunglasses whenever I'm outside regardless of the weather because it means people can't see where I'm looking. if I weren't so vain I'd start masking again too but I'd hate to deprive people of my beautiful face entirely soooo

[bluegekk0]

Now I can't stop imagining FPK wearing big ol welding goggles to shield his eyes from bright lights...

Would Grimm gift him something like the bug equivalent sunglasses from his travels?

Ahahaha yeah! He buys him all kinds of stuff, whenever he's away in another kingdom he always visits the shops and markets to see if he can find something to buy for him, be it some souvenir or something more practical. He practically showers FPK (and the rest of the family, but since they're not the topic of this ask I'll focus just on him) with gifts, and always looks forward to his reaction.

Of course, FPK being FPK, he used to feel really bad that he couldn't possibly give back in equal measure, he tried his best to make something for Grimm in his workshop, but Grimm wasn't exactly in need of many things FPK could reasonably make. The merchants that would often visit the town came to the rescue, FPK could make some money selling his craft and in return he could buy things for Grimm, but no matter how hard he tried, Grimm's gifts for him would always outnumber those from him.

Over time he finally accepted that love isn't about equal exchange, and that he can still express it in other ways without trying to match the number of presents Grimm gives him. He still occasionally feels like he's not doing enough and that he doesn't deserve Grimm's love, but those feelings pass the moment Grimm reassures him that he has nothing to worry about.

I'm not sure whether sunglasses would be necessary, Dirtmouth is above ground but it rarely gets bright days with no clouds in the sky (the days are short in the first place), so FPK doesn't have to worry about hurting his eyes whenever he goes outside. But if there was a need, that would be one of the first things Grimm buys for him for sure.

[visiosatanae]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for including me @ramblingoak and @meowsaidmissy 💜

I sadly don't have any drawing WIPs that aren't top secret, but I am still currently working on my long fic, The Gauntlet. This chapter involves the reader going out on the town with Papa II 😏

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Seeing him outside of the Ministry was like being with an entirely different person. Without the skull face paint, ornate robes, and clergical responsibilities, he seemed a lot more relaxed and laid back when previously all I knew him for were his austere sermons and harsh glares. 

We finally pulled up to an unassuming building with a line of people waiting out the door. Despite the back alley location and nondescript buildings surrounding it, there was a booming bass that could be felt beneath my feet. Ever the gentleman, Secondo helped me out of the car, my hand cradled in his gloved one. As the ghoul drove off, we headed towards the front of the line, much to the annoyance of everyone waiting. The bouncer merely nodded to us - or more accurately, to Papa - in recognition as he let us in. A small neon green sign was the only indication of the club's name - Zenith. 

The moment we stepped foot inside it felt like every single bone in my body was vibrating. The dance floor itself was on a level lower than the entrance, the mass of pulsing bodies mesmerizing. Even if this wasn't my typical idea of a night out, I couldn't help but be pulled in by the intoxicating aura of alcohol and sin mixed with the thumping bass. 

Secondo wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in close to him, hand splayed over my hip. I thanked Satan below that the club was dark enough to hide how flushed my face was. I wasn’t sure how he was able to see so well as he was still wearing his sunglasses, but he easily led me further inside, starting us off at the bar. He must have sensed how tense I was, pulling me closer to him and ordering me a colorful cocktail. 

"For the nerves, eh?"

I took it gratefully, nearly downing half of it in one go. He chuckled, ordering himself a drink as well. Once my inhibitions were sufficiently numbed, I figured it was as good a time as any to show Papa a good time, as Chloe had advised me. I gently took his hand, the leather smooth against my fingers as I pulled him onto the dance floor, putting on my best attempt at seduction. It must have been effective because he followed my lead without hesitation, an easygoing smile gracing his lips. 

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I'm not sure who all has been tagged, so I tag anyone else that has WIPs and would like to share 😊

[whump-and-suffering]

Sneezy urban fantasy polycule OCs

Four new characters! Snotty picrews and a LOT of text under the cut (because this ended up very long)...

DANA SANTIAGO

A witch with some demon ancestry. Demons in this setting are spirits that are generally chaotic and like to cause problems but aren't always evil--unfortunately most people don't quite get that. She studied magical history at university where she met Luke and Selene and they got together--all three have recently-ish graduated and now spend their time solving mysteries and helping nonhuman/supernatural people in need of aid.

Dana is rebellious with a strong sense of justice and a lot of anger at how supernatural beings are often mistreated. She can seem closed off and intimidating to those who don't know her well but cares a lot about the people close to her.

She gets colds not that frequently--2 or 3 a year--but they hit her hard. She is also, like most "dark" supernatural beings, photic--being outside in the sun without sunglasses means sneezing 1-3 times every 10 minutes or so, with quite a lot of hitchy false starts in between. If this goes on for long enough her nose will start to run. Despite this she doesn't wear sunglasses as often as you might expect because some spells rely on eye contact. (Then again, she doesn't go out in the sunlight that often since her magic works better at night and one of her partners is a vampire, she prefers being semi-nocturnal whenever possible.)

Allergic to some scents--mostly ones that are artificial and very sweet, the opposite of the herbs and incense and such she's used to as a witch. Her allergies are really very bad and will usually get her hitching and sniffling constantly, with fits of 3, 4 or 5 sneezes every couple of minutes. Her nose gets red very easily. She gets very snotty when her allergies act up too, as shown in the picrew, and her nose will very quickly get stuffy and drippy at once. She still tends to downplay her allergies, though, even when she's struggling to get through a sentence without sneezing.

She's very bad at accepting help or being taken care of, as she's used to trying to always be as tough as possible and has some trust issues. Luckily, she has an entire polycule who will team up to take care of her when she gets a bad cold (deep down she kind of enjoys it but would never admit as much).

While she does use tissues, she only carries them with her when she has a cold--yes, despite having allergies and photic sneezing...she always thinks, why would I need them, I'm not ill... so lots of sneezing into her sleeve or into her shoulder and swiping at her runny nose with the back of her hand.

Sneeze sounds: a classic "Atishoo!" kind of sneeze that gets wetter if she has allergies ("Atissshhoo! Hh...ah...ahtishhhooo!") and louder and wetter as the sneezing fit goes on. With a bad cold her sneezes will be loud, wet, and very messy indeed (she goes through boxes of tissues very quickly): "Hh...heh...hh'ATISHHHOOO! Hh--HATISCHHHOO! HA'TISSCHHHHIEW!" Even when she doesn't have a cold and her sneezes are relatively quiet, she doubles over dramatically every time she sneezes.

An occasional cigarette smoker. This is harmless to her because she's part-demon, but is relevant for snz purposes as you'll see later.

Also this picrew doesn't show it but she is short, like 5'2. Stronger than she looks though and will definitely prove anyone who thinks she's weak and harmless wrong (and yes she can still be badass even when she's sneezing all the time...usually. Sometimes she definitely pushes herself too far.)

LUKE WINTER

Dana's pathetic sickly human boyfriend. His name is rather ironic as he hates winter because he has a terrible immune system and gets frequent bad colds. He also has bad hayfever though, so he doesn't like spring much either. A writer and sometimes poet, he is a normal human but fascinated by everything spooky and supernatural. He adores Dana. She is very protective of him. Occasionally he gets the chance to return the favour and take care of her--or at least pass her tissues when her allergies act up and she doesn't have any, as he always carries some.

Sneeze sounds: "Heh...HE'TCHIEW! HH'TCHHHIEW! HA'TSCHHIEW!"

SELENE LOWELL

A werewolf. Quite tall and the strongest of the group by a long way, as all werewolves are very strong and tough even in human form and heal quickly from everything. As a result, she very rarely gets colds, but she technically could catch a cold if she was weakened (with silver, or simply by an injury or otherwise going through something that would leave her weaker than usual.) A lot of the time though she's the one who's taking care of the rest when they've all come down with a terrible cold.

However, her nose is of course very sensitive to all kinds of scents, so she's very sneezy in both her forms despite her otherwise near-perfect health--it would be completely normal for her to sneeze 10 times in a day.

In particular she's very sensitive to smoke...remember I said Dana's a(n infrequent) smoker? Dana will of course head outside for a cigarette rather than smoking in the same room as her, but the smell of smoke stays on her clothes for a while, so sometimes if Dana's been smoking recently Selene will find herself having to break away from a kiss to have a bit of a sneezing fit.

Her sneezes are LOUD and powerful. "HH'ETSSCHOOOO!" And they're even bigger and more forceful in her werewolf form: "HHRRR'TSSCHHHOOOO!" For an idea of how powerful they are: if she was standing in front of a desk covered in books and papers in her humanoid form and sneezed, the papers would go flying. In werewolf form, the books would go flying too, even Dana's big heavy hardback spellbooks.

LENORA STRANGE

A vampire. Allergic to garlic, holy water, all those vampire repellent things, as well as to dust, and very photic (also she doesn't burn up in the sun it just weakens her and means she can't use some of her powers...well, that and the sneezing). Can't catch colds the normal way but can get a cold if she drinks blood from someone with a cold (and of course colds are contagious for a bit before showing symptoms, so it's not easy to avoid). Her nose is nearly as sensitive as Selene's.

Quiet sneezes but in fits. "Hh'tschhoo! Ah...h'tshhoo! Heh...hh...hhaht'schoo!" Lenora has a rather harsh sometimes arrogant attitude but she's not a bad person deep down.

She's originally from 1860s London and came from a very poor family, after getting turned she started targeting bad people to kill and especially if they were rich also robbing them and for five years was quite a powerful and feared vampire and crime boss type, with some standards but still extremely ruthless as after having been poor and powerless as a human she wanted to make sure she was never so vulnerable again.

Then a group of incompetent "vampire hunters" went after her, they thought they'd killed her but she was actually just dormant and weakened, and woke up in modern times very weak and disoriented and killed the first person who found her, just on instinct.

The rest of the team/polycule were investigating the rumoured vampire attack and Luke had a bad cold. When they encountered Lenora she attacked and ended up biting Luke and then fleeing (she assumed they were more vampire hunters and knew she wasn't fully recovered from nearly being killed and needed more blood to heal). Next day our heroes find her curled up on the floor of some crypt or something shivering and sneezing with the worst cold ever because of course her immune system was weak after being nearly dead for over 150 years--so then they ended up taking care of her and befriending her, turns out while she can be pretty scary and ruthless she's not actually evil, and eventually her and Dana and Selene get together (she stays platonic with Luke, Luke is just Dana's pathetic sickly boyfriend who's just friends with the rest of them).

Being from the past she has a lot of adjusting to do--in a lot of areas, but in terms of snz, they didn't even know what allergies were back then let alone how they worked and she'd also initially have no idea of like...germ theory etc (pretty sure back then people thought colds just came from being cold so the idea that you can catch a cold from other people or that when she has a cold she needs to be careful to avoid giving it to people is completely new to her). She's not in the habit of covering at all...if you're lucky she'll turn away. She does eventually start TRYING to remember to use tissues though.