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ribbonedreverie · 2 days ago

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Can't help myself, have to request again because I was thinking about this the other day, and I need to see what you would create out of this scenario:

The men of BSD reacting to their lover calling them drunk. (reader insert) just like a mini-drabble of how they'd be in this situation because we know they'd all have drastically different takes.

If you're not comfortable with this specific scenario maybe just them reaching out to them when they need help (like they're out late at night and they're scared) just like an interesting/vulnerable-ish moment is what I'm interested to see how they would each handle.

You can do whatever men you want but I was hoping for: Ranpo (I love how you write him), Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fydor, Mori, Fukuzawa, Oda, and Ango if at all possible. Just because I'm most curious about them. I know that's a lot though so no worries if it's less or not possible.

It was just an idea I had and was curious about how you'd handle but never feel like you have to. I know you're working on other things and if this doesn't fall within things you'd like to write about, no worries at all. I just love seeing your natural dialogue flow and wanted to see where you'd go with this interesting scenario and cast of characters.

I hope you'll consider the request <3

Whispers Between the Lines

This contains several heavy psychological and emotional themes, including psychological manipulation, gaslighting, Stockholm syndrome, unhealthy dependency, emotional coercion, control, power imbalance, toxic relationship dynamics, alcohol use, intoxication, loneliness, isolation, emotional vulnerability, implied emotional abuse, existential despair, and feelings of entrapment. (Most of these are for Mori)

Chuuya Nakahara: “Love Spilled Between Midnight Calls”

The moment he picks up, the world stills.

His breath catches, sharp, and when he speaks, his voice is edged with urgency.

“Where are you? What happened?”

He thinks something’s wrong.

But then you speak—soft, trembling, a quiet storm of love and longing spilling from your lips.

And oh—

Chuuya goes silent.

You tell him how much you love him, how he is everything, how you never thought you’d have this kind of love.

How you don’t deserve him—but God, you love him anyway, with every trembling, aching piece of yourself.

And Chuuya—

He is drowning.

His chest is too tight, his heart hammering like it’s trying to break free. He presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose, his breath uneven, his grip on the phone unsteady.

You don’t say these things often—not like this, not in this raw, unguarded way.

And you’re drunk, which means you are honest.

“Damn it.” His voice is thick, heavy with something he can’t name.

“You really think you don’t deserve me?” A breath—sharp, unsteady. “You—God, you’re my whole damn world, you idiot.”

And if your voice wobbles, if you sniffle even a little—he’s done for.

“Alright, that’s it. Stay where you are—I’m coming to get you.”

He doesn’t care if you tell him you’re fine.

He doesn’t care if you say it’s nothing.

Because the thought of you, alone, drunk and overwhelmed with love, is unbearable.

And when he finds you—wherever you are—he doesn’t speak at first.

He just pulls you in.

His arms are strong, steady, unyielding, as if holding you tight enough might press all your shattered pieces back together.

You can feel it, the way his heart slams against his ribs, how he clings to you like you are something sacred.

“You love me, huh?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a tremor beneath it, something fragile, something breaking.

You nod, small and hesitant, as if love could slip through your fingers like sand.

And then—he kisses you.

Your hair, your forehead, anywhere he can reach. Soft, reverent, like a vow written into your skin.

“Good,” he breathes, his lips ghosting over your temple. ”‘Cause I love you more, and I’ll remind you every damn day if I have to.”

Dazai Osamu: “Whispers at the Witching Hour”

The phone rings, slow and syrupy in the late-night hush.

A lull of static, then a voice—soft, silken, and just the slightest bit unsteady.

“Dazai~,” you purr, your words curling like smoke, slipping through the receiver in lazy ribbons. “It’s late, isn’t it? Or… early? I can’t tell. But does it matter?”

A pause—just long enough to feel like a caress, just long enough to let the silence hum between you.

Dazai leans back, the corner of his mouth twitching into a knowing smirk. He recognizes that tone, the way it drips with something dangerous, something intoxicating.

“I’m bored,” you continue, sighing, and he can hear it—the delicate tilt of your lips, the way amusement colors the edges of your voice like the last traces of dusk. “And I thought of you… Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Dangerous?” Dazai hums, fingers twirling the cord of the phone absentmindedly. “My dear, you wound me. Are you saying I’m a bad influence?”

A giggle, light as the clink of ice in a glass. “Oh, Osamu… don’t play coy. You know exactly what you are.”

There’s a shift in your tone now—something teasing, something languid. It trails down his spine like fingertips dragging over silk.

“Won’t you come play with me?” you muse, voice dipping into something rich, something molten. “The night feels lonely without a little trouble to keep it company.”

Dazai chuckles, but there’s something sharp beneath it—something intrigued.

“And what kind of trouble are you looking for, my sweet?”

A laugh, breathless and honey-drunk. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

Dazai exhales slowly, staring at the ceiling, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. He can picture it—the way you’re likely sprawled out, limbs loose, eyes heavy-lidded and glittering with mischief. The way your lips would part just so as you speak, as if inviting him closer even through the distance.

His fingers twitch against the receiver, the weight of the moment settling over him like a silk sheet—thin, delicate, and undeniably electrifying.

“Come find me, Dazai. If you dare.”

And then, just like that, the line goes dead.

Dazai blinks. For a beat, he simply sits there, the air thick with your lingering presence. Then, a slow, breathy chuckle escapes him, rolling through the quiet like the first drop of rain before a storm.

“Ah…” he murmurs to himself, running a hand through his hair. “What an interesting little game you want to play.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his mind already spinning. He should let it go—chalk it up to drunken whimsy, let you stew in your own mischief.

But where would the fun be in that?

A dangerous game, indeed.

And Dazai has never been one to resist temptation.

Ranpo Edogawa: “Dial Tone Confessions”

Ranpo doesn’t answer immediately.

His phone buzzes once, twice—persistent, an insistent little thing that refuses to be ignored. It’s late, too late for reasonable conversation, but curiosity flickers in the depths of his knowing eyes as he finally picks up, bringing the device lazily to his ear.

“Hmm~,” he drawls, the syllables of his greeting stretching like melted caramel, smooth, slow, indulgent. “It’s past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

A giggle bubbles through the receiver, unfiltered and weightless, like the clinking of glass bottles on a city curb. Ah. He tilts his head, amused. There’s a slur in your tone, subtle but telling, a looseness that drapes over your words like silk slipping off a shoulder.

“Ranpooo,” you sing, voice syrupy, teasing, like you’re calling for a stray cat that refuses to be tamed. “Guess where I am.”

He exhales through his nose, a smirk curling at his lips. “On the floor.”

A beat of silence. Then a dramatic gasp.

“Okay, that was a lucky guess.”

“It wasn’t.” He yawns, stretching an arm over his head, already sinking further into his couch. “You’re drunk, and when you drink, you get clumsy. And when you get clumsy, you fall. You should be thanking me for my genius, really.”

Another laugh, softer this time. “What would I do without you?”

Now, that’s interesting.

His eyes glint with something keen, sharp, something infinitely amused but not entirely unserious. It’s always been like this between you two—an intricate push and pull, a game of cat and mouse where neither wants to admit who’s chasing who.

But here, in this hazy hour where the world is quiet and the walls are thinner, the game bends just a little.

“You’d be lost,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something quieter, something almost fond. “Obviously.”

You hum, and for a moment, there’s nothing but the faint crackle of the call, the weight of something unsaid pressing between you.

Then—

“You know,” you whisper, conspiratorial, as if telling a secret meant only for him. “If things were different… if I didn’t—if I wasn’t—” You hiccup, cutting yourself off. “We would be something.”

Oh.

Ranpo stills, lips parting slightly.

A lesser man might have asked something what? But Ranpo isn’t lesser—he is all-knowing, all-seeing, and the answer is already curled around his ribs like an old, familiar ghost.

Something ruinous.

Something catastrophic.

Something that would burn too brightly, too quickly, until all that’s left is the memory of its light.

But instead, he only chuckles, airy, effortless, a magician tucking a trick up his sleeve. “Oh, you,” he muses, closing his eyes. “You say the sweetest things when you’re drunk.”

You whine, half-complaint, half-laughter. “You’re so mean to me.”

“And yet, you keep calling,” he counters smoothly.

A pause. Then, barely above a breath—

“Because you always pick up.”

Ranpo’s eyes flicker open, caught, for the first time, off-guard.

But then, his grin returns, sharp and knowing, curling like the last move in an unwinnable game.

“Well, of course,” he murmurs, voice lighter than air but grounding all the same.

“I already knew you would.”

Mori Ougai: A Late-Night Conversation Between a Caged Bird and Its Keeper

The world was spinning.

Not violently, not chaotically—just in a slow, dizzying waltz. Like a star drifting off course, like the ocean tide lapping at the shore in endless repetition.

You lay sprawled across the floor of your dimly lit apartment, the ceiling blurring in and out of focus. A forgotten bottle of wine rested at your fingertips, its contents long since emptied.

Drinking away the silence had been the plan.

It didn’t work.

Loneliness settled deep in your bones, unshakable and cruel, whispering the same tired truth over and over: There is no one. You are alone. You will always be alone.

Your numb fingers fumbled with your phone. There was no thought behind the action, only instinct, only the need for another voice—any voice. The names on the screen blurred together until one stood out, sharp and clear.

Mori Ougai.

A dry laugh broke the silence. What a ridiculous idea. Calling Mori was like calling the executioner when already on the chopping block—foolish, dangerous, and yet… strangely inevitable.

Your thumb hovered over the dial button.

Don’t.

Pressed it anyway.

It rang. Once. Twice. Then—

“My, my. What an unexpected surprise.”

His voice was smooth as silk, sharp as a scalpel. He didn’t sound tired. He never sounded tired.

A shaky exhale. Hanging up now would be the right choice. Tossing the phone across the room and pretending this never happened would be the safest option.

But the line remained open.

“…Mori.”

His name slipped out, barely more than a breath, slurred just enough to betray your state of mind.

A chuckle. Soft. Knowing.

“What a rare occasion. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

You press a hand to your fevered forehead, warmth from the alcohol spreading beneath your skin.

“I… I don’t know.”

A pause. He was listening. He was always listening.

“Are you drunk, my dear?”

A small, breathless laugh. “Maybe.”

“And yet, you called me.”

The implication lingered.

Your fingers tightened around the phone. Maybe this had been a mistake. Maybe a distraction was all you needed—something to chase away the unbearable quiet, not… this.

But there was no taking it back now.

“Lonely, are we?” Mori’s voice was almost mocking, but not quite.

Silence.

He didn’t push, didn’t demand an answer. He didn’t need to.

“…Yes.”

A slow inhale. Then—

“How tragic. Loneliness is such a cruel thing, isn’t it?” His tone softened, coaxing. A doctor speaking to a patient on the verge of breaking. “No one to talk to, no one to hold you. It must be unbearable.”

A lump formed in your throat.

“It is.”

“But you called me.”

Not a question. A claim.

Shame coiled in your chest. What was the thought process behind reaching out to him of all people? Comfort from Mori? A joke. A pathetic, laughable joke.

“I should go.” The words were weak, barely convincing, but you said them anyway. The phone was halfway pulled from your ear when—

“Ah, but… if you hang up, you’ll still be alone.”

Your breath caught.

Because he was right.

It didn’t matter how dangerous, how cruel, how suffocating he was—he was still the only one answering the call.

Tears burned at the edges of your blurred vision. They weren’t welcome.

“Why are you doing this?” The voice that spoke barely sounded like your own.

“Doing what?”

“Being… this.”

A pause. A smirk, audible even through the phone.

“Being what, my dear? The only one who picks up the phone when you call?”

Damn him.

“If you need me,” he continued, smooth as a blade sliding between ribs, “all you have to do is ask. You know I take care of my own.”

Your breath hitched. His own.

Was that what you were now? Just another piece in his careful arrangement of pawns?

The worst part was that you couldn’t even argue.

Silence stretched between you. Long. Unspoken. Dark.

“Go to bed,” Mori commanded, voice deceptively soft.

A quiet rebellion flared in your chest. “And if I don’t?”

A chuckle. “Then you’ll stay on the line with me all night.”

A shiver ran down your spine—not from fear, not from warmth, but from something worse.

“…Goodnight, Mori.”

The call ended.

The phone slipped from your numb fingers, clattering against the floor.

But the damage had already been done.

The call had been made.

Ango Sakaguchi: A Call at the Edge of the Night

The phone rings at an ungodly hour.

You don’t expect him to pick up.

You don’t even know why you called—only that the weight in your chest was too much, too unbearable, and for some foolish reason, he was the first name your trembling fingers found.

It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Then, a click.

“Angoooo…”

His name slips from your lips, loose and unguarded, tangled in something fragile. Something you’ve spent too long trying to swallow down.

A long silence.

Then, a sigh—one you feel more than hear.

“Where are you?”

Of course that’s the first thing he says.

Not why are you calling me?

Not what do you need?

Just the same, measured question he asks when dealing with people who have become problems—something to be contained, something to be handled.

You laugh, but it’s small. Hollow.

“Does it matter?”

You hear him shift. The rustle of paper, the faint scrape of glasses being adjusted.

You can picture him now—sitting in that dim, quiet apartment, surrounded by papers that dictate the fate of people he’ll never meet.

Maybe you’re just another name on a list to him.

Maybe you always have been.

“You probably think I’m pathetic.”

You don’t mean to say it. But the words are already there, slipping through the cracks in your chest before you can stop them.

Another silence.

Not denial.

Not agreement.

Just Ango, sitting in the space between words, like he always does.

“What happened?” His voice is quieter now.

You close your eyes. Nothing. Everything.

It’s too much, and yet not enough to explain the weight pressing against your ribs.

Because maybe it wasn’t just tonight.

Maybe it was the months of exhaustion settling in your bones, the ache of always giving and never being given to, the unbearable loneliness of knowing someone cares but never quite enough.

And maybe—maybe—that’s why you called him.

Because Ango never lets himself care.

And somehow, that makes it easier.

“Ango,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, “If I disappeared… would you come looking for me?”

The silence is deafening.

Your heart twists.

You shouldn’t have asked.

You shouldn’t have asked because you already know how this ends.

Because you know what happened the last time he lost someone who mattered.

Because Ango doesn’t allow himself to want. To hope. To save.

Not anymore.

But then—his voice, low, steady, aching.

“Yes.”

Your breath catches.

It’s a lie.

Or maybe it isn’t.

Maybe it’s worse than that. Maybe it’s the truth he doesn’t want to admit.

You swallow hard, chest tight, fingers gripping the phone like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, Ango.”

It comes out softer than you intend. A warning. A plea.

And maybe you imagine it, but for just a second, you think he wants to say something more.

But he doesn’t.

Because Ango always stops himself before he gets too close.

Before he lets another name become something more than just another loss waiting to happen.

The line goes dead.

And you’re left sitting there, staring at the empty screen, wondering why you ever thought he could be the one to pull you back from the edge.

Wondering why, despite everything—you still wanted him to.

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Apologies for the delay; I found myself immersed in capturing these gentlemen as I perceive them. Admittedly, I might have enjoyed a drink or two while penning some of these. Additionally, I was engrossed in my psychology and philosophy classes, both demanding papers recently. I will post the remaining characters soon. ♡

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cei1ne · 2 days ago

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—What the MHA men do for you on Valentine’s Day, aka the most romantic holiday! Pt.2

*♡∞:｡.Summary: Headcanons and Scenarios of a few MHA men on Valentine’s Day and what they’re doing and how they’re acting. Part 2!

✧༻Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Erasurehead) ; Keigo Takami (Hawks) ; Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) ; Shoto Todoroki; Tenya Iida

❀°:.•Tags: Fluff ; Cute ; Love life ; Valentine’s Day ; Married ; Dating ; Tsundere ; Quiet lovers ; Gift giving ; Loving

•∘ɷ∘•°✿Wordcount: 13k

⑅*��୨୧⑅*A/N: Part two even if it isn’t Valentine’s Day anymore! And I hope I included everyone and if someone wants another character included, write it below and enjoy it! I tried my best and English isn’t my first language! I literally fell asleep while writing this so I didn’t post it yesterday I’m sorry!!! Anyways doing this omw home from school rn.

Part 1!

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—Headcanons of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

1. Minimalist but Meaningful: Aizawa isn’t one for flashy displays of affection. He believes love is shown through actions rather than extravagant gifts, so his Valentine’s Day efforts are always subtle but deeply personal.

2. Quality Time Over Everything: He cherishes a quiet evening with you more than anything. A cozy night in, wrapped in blankets with a cup of tea and a good book (or cat videos playing in the background), is his ideal way to spend Valentine’s Day.

3. Handwritten Notes: He’s not one for grand speeches, but he’ll leave you little notes throughout the day. Some are simple reminders like “Don’t forget to eat” or “Be safe,” but on Valentine’s Day, they’re slightly softer—things like “Thank you for being my peace” or “I love coming home to you.”

4. Subtle Protectiveness: Aizawa shows his love in quiet ways, like keeping you on the inside of the sidewalk or placing a protective hand on your back in crowded areas. On Valentine’s Day, he might not say much, but the way he instinctively reaches for your hand when walking tells you everything you need to know.

5. Soft but Rare Romantic Gestures: Every once in a while, he’ll surprise you with something small but meaningful. Maybe it’s a gift card to your favorite café, or a book you mentioned weeks ago. He remembers every little detail about you, even if he doesn’t always say it outright.

Teigo Takami

1. Over-the-Top Romantic: Hawks doesn’t do anything halfway, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He’ll go all out—think extravagant gestures, surprise dates, and dramatic declarations of love. He wants to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

2. Loves Giving and Receiving Affection: He thrives on physical touch, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and playful touches throughout the day. He’ll tease you endlessly but will also drop unexpectedly heartfelt compliments that leave you flustered.

3. Sky-High Dates: If he could, he’d spend the entire day flying around with you in his arms, showing you breathtaking views. He loves the idea of sharing his world with you—literally. Sunset flights are his personal favorite way to celebrate.

4. Acts Like He’s Effortless (But He Secretly Plans Everything): He makes it seem like he threw the whole day together last minute, but in reality, he’s been planning for weeks. He wants everything to be perfect, even if he pretends he’s just winging it.

5. Loves Spoiling You: Expect a ridiculous number of gifts. From your favorite snacks to limited-edition merch of things you casually mentioned once, Hawks remembers every detail about you. He enjoys seeing your face light up when he surprises you with something special.

Enji Todoroki

1. Traditional but Awkward: Enji isn’t great with romance, but he tries. He’ll stick to classic Valentine’s traditions—dinner reservations, flowers, maybe a small gift—but there’s an underlying awkwardness to it because he’s still learning how to express affection properly.

2. Acts Stoic but Cares Deeply: He won’t openly gush about his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s making sure you’re safe, subtly adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, or paying attention to the little things you like, he shows love in his own quiet way.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Moments: He’s not a fan of public displays of affection, but in private, he’s surprisingly tender. He enjoys peaceful evenings at home where he can relax and just be with you without the weight of his hero persona.

4. Overprotective Without Realizing It: If he sees someone flirting with you, his mere presence alone is enough to scare them off. He doesn’t mean to be intimidating, but his intense aura makes it clear that you’re his and no one should overstep boundaries.

5. Struggles with Words but Means Well: He might not say “I love you” often, but when he does, it carries a lot of weight. Instead, he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures—cooking for you, making sure you’re taken care of, or pulling you into a firm yet warm embrace.

Shoto Todoroki

1. Understated but Thoughtful: Shoto isn’t one for grand gestures, but he makes sure whatever he does is deeply meaningful. He’ll remember little details—your favorite flowers, a book you mentioned wanting, or a place you’ve always wanted to visit—and incorporate them into his plans.

2. Still Learning About Romance: Since he didn’t grow up around affectionate relationships, he sometimes struggles with expressing his feelings. He might ask his friends (or even Google) for advice, but in the end, he always puts his own quiet, genuine effort into making you feel special.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Dates: He’d rather spend quality time with you in a peaceful setting than go somewhere loud or extravagant. A cozy evening at home, a walk through a snowy park, or a simple but meaningful outing is more his style.

4. Gives Sentimental Gifts: He doesn’t just buy random chocolates or flowers; whatever he gives you has personal significance. It might be a piece of jewelry with an engraving, a hand-written letter, or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

5. Subtle but Deeply Loving: Shoto isn’t the type to gush about his feelings, but he shows them in quiet ways—holding your hand just a little tighter, making sure you’re warm when it’s cold, or brushing your hair behind your ear when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tenya Iida

1. Extremely Organized and Thorough: Tenya treats Valentine’s Day like an important mission. He plans everything—the schedule, the restaurant, backup plans in case something goes wrong. He wants the day to go smoothly because he believes showing appreciation should be done properly.

2. A Perfect Gentleman: He insists on doing everything chivalrously—opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side of the street closest to traffic. He sees it as his duty to make sure you feel cherished and respected.

3. Loves Meaningful Gestures: While he enjoys classic gifts like chocolates and flowers, he prefers giving things with significance. He’ll write you a heartfelt letter, compose a list of reasons why he admires you, or craft a personalized itinerary for a day that’s all about you.

4. Gets Flustered Easily but Tries His Best:He isn’t the smoothest when it comes to romance, and any teasing on your part will make him short-circuit a little. But he’s genuine—every nervous compliment, every overly enthusiastic gesture comes from the heart.

5. Believes in Long-Term Commitment: He doesn’t view love as something fleeting. If he’s with you, he’s serious about it. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romance to him—it’s about reaffirming his dedication to you, now and in the future.

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—Scenarios of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

Valentine’s Day had never been a big deal for Aizawa.

He had always seen it as just another commercialized holiday—an excuse for florists to double their prices and for restaurants to be packed with couples forcing awkward, overly romantic gestures. But you? You had a way of making things different.

It wasn’t about the flowers or the chocolates. It wasn’t about expensive gifts or elaborate dates. It was about time—something Aizawa cherished more than anything. And if there was one thing he wanted to give you today, it was just that.

Which was why, instead of planning something extravagant, he left a simple note for you that morning.

“Meet me at home after work. Don’t be late.”

He didn’t need to say more. He knew you’d understand. Period we know our man

When you arrived that evening, the apartment was unusually quiet. The usual hum of the city was muffled through the closed windows, and the space was dimly lit by a few warm lamps.

You found Aizawa sitting on the couch, his hair still damp from a shower, dressed in his usual loungewear with his capture weapon loosely draped over his shoulders. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, and next to him on the table was a second cup—waiting for you.

“You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone held no real annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, setting your bag down. “By like, five minutes.”

He hummed in response, patting the empty space beside him. Without hesitation, you sank into his warmth, letting out a content sigh as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

“This is nice,” you murmured, taking the tea into your hands. It was your favorite blend—just the way you liked it.

Aizawa exhaled, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your arm. “You work hard. You deserve a quiet night.”

A pause.

“And I wanted to spend today with you.”

Your heart swelled at the softness in his voice. You tilted your head up, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. “You’re kind of a romantic, you know that?”

He scoffed. “Don’t start.”

You laughed, settling deeper into his warmth. If this was his idea of Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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He wasn’t one to make long, heartfelt declarations. He wouldn’t shower you in grand romantic speeches. But love, in its truest form, was woven into everything he did.

It was in the way he woke up earlier than usual to make sure you had coffee before work. The way he made sure you never skipped meals, even if it meant shoving a snack into your hands before you left the house. The way he always pulled you closer in his sleep, even if he swore he wasn’t a clingy sleeper.

And tonight, it was in the way he planned this—a simple, quiet night in, just the two of you.

“Did you eat today?” he asked after a while, his fingers still idly stroking your arm.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Uh… kind of?”

Aizawa sighed, already expecting that answer. Without a word, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a small takeout bag, handing it to you. “Figured as much. I ordered your favorite earlier.”

Your eyes widened as you peeked inside, finding neatly packed containers of your go-to comfort food. The warmth of the meal seeped through the bag, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, already opening the first container.

Aizawa smirked slightly. “I know.”

You nudged him with your elbow, and he let out a low chuckle before settling back into the couch.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with constant conversation. The occasional clink of utensils and the soft hum of the city outside were the only sounds that filled the space.

It was simple. Uncomplicated. Perfect.

And when you finished eating, Aizawa gently pulled you back into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with quiet possessiveness.

“Comfy?” he murmured.

You nodded against his chest. “Very.”

Aizawa let out a content sigh, his chin resting atop your head. “Good.”

Because this? This was everything he needed.

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At some point in the night, Aizawa shifted, reaching for something on the coffee table.

You blinked as he handed you a small envelope, the edges slightly creased from being in his pocket all day.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning it over curiously.

He shrugged, looking away as if he wasn’t mildly self-conscious about it. “Just open it.” We know damn well you got sweaty ass hands rn

You carefully tore the envelope open, pulling out a simple piece of paper. It wasn’t a store-bought Valentine’s card or anything fancy—just a plain sheet with his handwriting scrawled across it.

“You’re the best part of my days. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t overly poetic. But it was him. Straightforward. Honest.

And it meant everything.

Your chest tightened as you looked up at him. “Shouta…”

Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s dumb, I know. But I figured you deserved more than just dinner and a quiet night.”

You smiled, carefully folding the note and holding it close to your heart. “It’s not dumb. It’s perfect.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as if reassured by your reaction.

You set the note aside and leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. Aizawa responded instantly, his grip tightening around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was deep, unhurried—filled with unspoken words that neither of you needed to say out loud.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his jawline.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Aizawa hummed, his fingers tangling in your hair. “For what?”

“For loving me in your own way.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You make it easy.”

You laughed softly, curling back into him as he pulled the blanket tighter around you both.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and quiet love, you knew one thing for certain—Aizawa didn’t need grand gestures to show how much he cared.

Because love wasn’t just about words. It was in the little things. The quiet moments. The simple gestures that spoke louder than anything else.

And Aizawa Shouta loved you in every way that mattered.

Keigo Takami

You should have expected something extravagant from Hawks.

You’d barely woken up when a knock sounded at your door. Still groggy, you shuffled over, cracking it open to see a delivery worker holding an absurdly large bouquet—bright red roses with golden-tipped petals.

“Delivery for Y/N,” they said cheerfully.

You accepted the flowers, your sleepy brain still processing the fact that Hawks had gone this over the top already. Tucked between the roses was a small note with his signature scribbled across it.

“Get ready, babe. Your wings arrive in 10 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to question it before, true to his word, Keigo himself swooped down from the sky, landing on your balcony with a dazzling grin.

“Morning, beautiful!” he greeted, stretching his arms out as if waiting for you to run into them. “Ready for the best Valentine’s Day of your life?”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Keigo, it’s barely 9 AM. How did you even—?”

He held up a finger. “Ah-ah, no questions! Just trust me.”

With a dramatic bow, he extended a hand toward you. “Your ride awaits, my love.”

You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you took his hand. “This better not get too crazy.”

Keigo laughed. “No promises, babe.

And with that, he wrapped his arms securely around you and took off, the wind rushing past as he carried you into the sky.

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Keigo’s idea of a Valentine’s Day date was anything but ordinary.

He took you to a private rooftop garden—one you were pretty sure he technically wasn’t supposed to have access to, but when had that ever stopped him? The space was beautifully set up, a cozy little table adorned with your favorite breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and, of course, more flowers.

“Keigo…” you breathed, taking in the scene.

He beamed, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Pretty sweet, huh? Thought we’d start the day off right—with the best view in town.”

He wasn’t wrong. The city stretched out beneath you, bathed in the golden hues of the morning sun. It was peaceful up here, away from the noise and chaos below.

As you both settled in, Keigo wasted no time in teasing you. “Sooo, on a scale of one to ‘I’m totally in love with you,’ how much do you adore me right now?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to deny how much effort he’d put into this. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “That’s not a no.”

You took a bite of your pastry, pretending to ignore him. “Mmm, this is good.”

Keigo pouted. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll take that as an ‘I’m swooning but too proud to admit it.’”

You snorted, and he laughed, reaching across the table to brush his fingers against yours. His playful energy softened for a moment, his golden eyes warm as they met yours.

“Seriously, though,” he murmured, “I know I joke a lot, but I really do mean it when I say you’re the best thing in my life, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Keigo might’ve been all about grand gestures, but moments like this? The quiet sincerity in his voice, the way his fingers lingered against yours—those were the things that truly made your heart soar.

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The day had been a whirlwind—after breakfast, Keigo had taken you on a literal sky tour, swooping through the clouds, pointing out places below with a childlike excitement that was contagious. He’d surprised you with little gifts throughout the day, each one something personal and thoughtful.

Now, as the sun began to set, the two of you sat on a high-rise rooftop, watching the city lights flicker to life.

Keigo exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. “Man, today was perfect.

You laughed. “I think you just like showing off your flight skills.”

He smirked. “Guilty. But mostly, I just like making you smile.”

You turned to him, your heart full. “You do that every day, Keigo.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Your breath hitched.

“Relax, it’s not that kind of ring,” he teased, flipping the box open to reveal a delicate golden band—a simple, beautiful design, engraved with tiny feathers along the inside.

He took your hand, slipping it onto your finger. “Just a little something to remind you that no matter where I am—whether I’m on duty, flying across the country, or caught up in hero work—you’re always with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes stinging with emotion. “Keigo…”

He tilted his head. “Too much?”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Keigo chuckled, wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. “That’s my line, babe.” WHOAAWHOHOAAAA

As the city buzzed beneath you, as the stars blinked awake in the sky, you realized something—this wasn’t just another extravagant display of affection.

This was Keigo, in all his chaotic, loving, fiercely devoted glory.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Enji Todoroki

Enji wasn’t the kind of man who put much thought into holidays.

Or at least, he never used to.

Valentine’s Day had always seemed like an unnecessary, over-commercialized event—something flashy and superficial. But then you came into his life, and suddenly, things he never cared about before started to matter.

Which was why, despite his usual reluctance toward romantic gestures, he found himself standing in the middle of a flower shop, staring at a display of roses with an intensity that made the store clerk nervous.

“Do you… need help, sir?” the clerk asked hesitantly.

Enji exhaled through his nose. “What do people usually buy for… these occasions?”

The poor clerk stammered out a few suggestions, but Enji barely listened, his mind already preoccupied with something else. He wanted to get this right. He wanted to try.

By the time he left the shop, he had a bouquet in one hand and a small, neatly wrapped box in the other. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

And for you, he was willing to learn.

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When you arrived home thoat evening, you were surprised to find Enji already there, standing in the kitchen with an almost uncertain expression.

“You’re early,” you noted, setting your bag down.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “I took the evening off.”

Your eyebrows raised. Endeavor? Taking a break on purpose? That was rare. But before you could comment, he stepped forward, handing you the bouquet without a word.

You blinked, looking between him and the flowers. “Are these… for me?”

He gave a small nod, his gaze flickering away as if embarrassed. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I figured…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair before exhaling. “I wanted to do something for you.”

Your heart softened at the effort.

You took the flowers carefully, brushing your fingers over the petals. “They’re beautiful, Enji. Thank you.”

There was a noticeable tension in his shoulders, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react. But at your gentle smile, he relaxed—just a little.

“There’s more,” he muttered, stepping aside to reveal a carefully set dining table. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was clear that he had gone out of his way to prepare a meal.

Your chest tightened with warmth. “You cooked?”

He grunted, crossing his arms. “I tried.”

It was such an Enji way to approach things—no grand declarations, no overly sentimental words. A quiet effort. A steady, unwavering presence.

And that meant more to you than any extravagant gesture ever could.

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After dinner, the two of you found yourselves sitting together in the dim glow of the fireplace.

It was rare for Enji to have a moment like this—where he wasn’t burdened by work or his own self-imposed expectations. But tonight, he let himself relax, leaning back against the couch as you curled up beside him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

His arm tightened around you slightly. “I wanted to.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room.

After a moment, Enji reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box he had bought earlier. Without a word, he handed it to you

Curious, you opened it, revealing a delicate pendant in the shape of a flame—elegant yet understated, just like him.

Your breath hitched. “Enji…”

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability of the moment. “It reminded me of you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers tightening around the chain. “It’s perfect.”

For a man who often struggled to express himself, this was his way of saying everything he couldn’t put into words.

You turned to him, reaching up to gently cup his face. “Thank you. For this. For tonight.”

His eyes softened, and for once, he didn’t look away. “You deserve it.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into his embrace.

Enji Todoroki wasn’t a man of grand speeches or poetic words.

But his love was a slow-burning fire—steady, unwavering, and fiercely protective.

And as you sat there, wrapped in his warmth, you knew one thing for certain.

This was enough.

Because Enji didn’t need to say “I love you” for you to know that he did.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

Growing up, it was just another day—no warm memories, no traditions, no excitement. But now, with you, things were different. He wanted to make this day special for you, even if he wasn’t sure how.

Which was why, two weeks before Valentine’s, he found himself sitting in the dorm common room, quietly taking notes as his friends debated the best ways to celebrate.

“Chocolate is a must,” Kaminari declared. “Girls love chocolate!”

“Not just chocolate, though,” Kirishima chimed in. “It’s gotta be thoughtful. Something that means something to her.”

Shoto frowned slightly, tapping his pen against the notebook in front of him. He had already planned to get you chocolates, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“What are you writing?” Midoriya asked, peeking over his shoulder.

Shoto casually closed the notebook. “Nothing.”

Midoriya gave him a knowing smile but didn’t push.

By the time February 14th arrived, Shoto had everything planned. He wasn’t sure if it was perfect, but it was the best way he knew how to show you how much you meant to him.

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The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you outside your door.

Curious, you picked it up, carefully unwrapping it to find a beautiful scarf inside—soft, thick, and woven with shades of deep red and icy blue. A small note was tucked inside.

“It reminded me of us. Meet me at the front gates at 5 PM. –Shoto”

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness. It wasn’t just a random gift; it was something personal, something that reflected the two of you.

When the time came, you made your way to the front of UA, where Shoto was already waiting, his breath visible in the crisp winter air

“You’re wearing it,” he noted, his voice quiet but pleased.

“Of course,” you said, adjusting the scarf around your neck. “It’s perfect.”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “I’m glad.”

Without another word, he took your hand, leading you down a quiet path toward a secluded park. Snow had begun to fall gently around you, dusting the ground in a thin, glistening layer.

“I wanted to take you somewhere peaceful,” he admitted. “Just the two of us.”

You squeezed his hand, touched by his consideration. “This is perfect, Shoto.”

For a while, the two of you simply walked, the silence between you warm and comfortable. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, as if making sure you were enjoying yourself.

Eventually, he stopped near a small clearing, pulling out a thermos from his coat pocket.

“I made hot chocolate,” he said, a little hesitant. “I wasn’t sure if it would taste right, but… I wanted to try.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him—so earnest, so genuinely trying to make this day special for you.

Taking the cup from his hands, you took a sip and smiled. “It’s perfect, just like everything else today.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the snowfall around you.

“I never really understood what Valentine’s Day was supposed to be about,” he admitted. “But now… I think I do.”

You tilted your head. “And what do you think it’s about?”

His fingers tightened around yours, his gaze steady.

“Being with the person who makes everything feel warmer,” he said simply.

Your breath caught.

And then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

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After your walk, Shoto took you back to his dorm room, where he had one last surprise waiting.

On his desk sat a small wooden box, carved with delicate patterns along the edges. He picked it up, holding it out to you.

“I made this,” he said, a little shyly. “I’m still learning, so it’s not perfect, but…”

You opened the box, your eyes widening at what was inside.

It was a collection of small, folded notes—each one carefully written, each one meant just for you.

You picked up the first one, unfolding it to read.

“I admire you more than I know how to say.”

Swallowing thickly, you reached for another.

“I want to be someone who makes you as happy as you make me.”

Your hands trembled as you looked back up at him. “Shoto, this is…”

He shifted, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I’m not good at saying how I feel sometimes,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to know. So… whenever you need to hear it, you can read one of these.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the quiet but powerful way he showed his love.

Setting the box down carefully, you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened slightly at first, then melted into your embrace, his arms coming around you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you murmured against his chest. “I already know.”

He sighed softly, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, so quiet you almost missed it.

Your heart clenched, and you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“I love you too, Shoto.”

His lips twitched, and then, for the first time that night, a full, genuine smile broke across his face.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, as his warmth surrounded you, you knew that this—this—was what love truly felt like.

Tenya Iida

Valentine’s Day was not a day Tenya Iida took lightly.

If he was going to celebrate love, he was going to do it right.

Which was why, the night before, he had mapped out everything. The perfect date, the best restaurant, even the precise timing of each event. His notebook was filled with color-coded plans and contingency strategies—because if there was one thing Iida disliked, it was unforeseen obstacles.

So when February 14th arrived, he was ready.

Or at least, he thought he was.

Because the moment he saw you walking toward him, dressed beautifully with a bright smile just for him, every ounce of structure in his brain short-circuited.

“Tenya?” you tilted your head, amused at his frozen stance.

He quickly snapped out of it, adjusting his glasses. “A-Ah! Yes! You look absolutely stunning! I—I mean, I knew you always looked lovely, but today you look particularly—uh—let us begin our scheduled itinerary!”

You giggled, slipping your arm through his. “Lead the way, Mr. Class President.”

And just like that, his carefully crafted plan began.

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The first stop on his itinerary was a highly-rated restaurant, one he had called weeks in advance to secure the best table.

Except when you arrived, a flustered hostess greeted you with an apologetic bow.

“We’re so sorry, but there was a mix-up in the reservations, and we’re currently at full capacity.”

Tenya stiffened. “Impossible! I confirmed my reservation three times!”

“I—I know, sir! But unfortunately, the system—”

Before she could finish, you placed a hand on Tenya’s arm, soothing him instantly. “It’s okay, we can go somewhere else,” you reassured him.

Tenya inhaled sharply, composing himself before turning to you. “I refuse to let this minor inconvenience ruin our evening. Allow me to activate Plan B!”

You bit back a smile. “Plan B?”

“Yes! I anticipated the possibility of restaurant complications and have prepared an alternate location!” He straightened proudly, adjusting his tie. “Come, my love, we shall proceed to the next venue!”

Your heart melted a little at the title—he rarely called you that out loud.

Plan B turned out to be a charming little café with a rooftop garden. Though it wasn’t his original plan, the cozy atmosphere and twinkling fairy lights made it feel even more special.

As you sat across from him, sipping your drinks, he exhaled in relief. “I apologize for the mishap earlier. I wanted today to be flawless.”

You reached over, taking his hand. “It already is, Tenya. Because it’s with you.”

The redness that spread across his face was immediate.

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After dinner, Tenya’s itinerary included a peaceful evening walk, but the universe seemed determined to test him once more.

It started raining.

Not just a light drizzle—a downpour.

Tenya groaned, gripping his umbrella tightly. “This was not in the forecast!”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, absolutely delighted by the turn of events. “Maybe we should just go with the flow, Tenya.”

“But—but our plans—”

You reached up, cupping his face gently. “We don’t need plans. As long as we’re together, that’s enough.”

His blue eyes searched yours, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting. “You’re right,” he murmured, covering your hands with his own.

Then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, he tugged you close and pressed a firm, passionate kiss to your lips.

The rain poured around you, but neither of you cared.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was each other.

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"Transaction" GN BOT Reader x Soundwave, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Megatron

Summary: He'd been walking down one of the nemesis hallways when he'd heard a noise that drew his attention down one of the more secluded pathways. He'd followed the sound to figure out who was back where they shouldn't be only to find you self servicing.

Warnings: Dubious consent for Skywarp and Megatron, Smut MDNI 🔞, Mild gun play for Megatrons part (I GUESS?), Megatron being Megatron.

G1 characters: Soundwave, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Megatron

Genre/Theme: Smut 🔞

Notes: I was originally wanting to write this as Obsessed! Cons like with the autobot version of this scenario, but that just DID NOT end up happening as I wrote it. So the characters are just down bad for reader instead of Obsessed. Gn Con bot reader so both spike and valve are used!

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Soundwave is hitting the record function on his optical band as soon as he hears someone trying to be quiet. Good blackmail is always just around the corner on the nemesis. He wouldn't miss that opportunity even now. And then Soundwave sees you and his proccessor stalls for a solid klick. You were- you're pumping your spike faster and faster. Soundwave speechlessly watches you overload with a moan. You shoot ropes of transfluid onto your own chassis, and Soundwave is suddenly very glad to not have a travel based alt mode. Because if he had an engine, it would have revved loud and hard at the sight. Instead what involuntarily ends up sounding out of Soundwave, is a high-pitched noise from one of his speakers. You both jump at the noise, and Soundwave looks back up to make optical contact with you.

You're cursing up a storm- and on your pedes- and marching over to him- and (your array is still out-) Soundwave doesn't know what his next course of action should be. So he freezes as you march up to him and you tell Soundwave you want that recording. And you know he doesn't just drop blackmail for nothing. Which, no Soundwave did not. Frankly, if this was any bot else, he'd essentially own them for the level of trouble they'd be in for self servicing out here. And Soundwave does want you- but more importantly, he needs you to want him back. So he does away with the idea of using it as blackmail. It wouldn't genuinely entice you to him if he blackmailed you. Then you offer to- Soundwaves optical band brightens when he processes what you'd just said. You're offering to- suck his spike in exchange for the video? Soundwaves processor lags, but he does realize you are being completely serious about your offer. Soundwave was going to say no. This was not the way he had wanted to first be intimate with you. (Even when Soundwave wanted you so badly, it ached-)

Abruptly, you drop to your knees. Soundwave stands up straight and almost backs up when your servos grab at his thighs. You look right up at him and say Soundwave is going to give you the recording. And Soundwave suddenly cannot find it in himself to deny you. "Affimative." Soundwave bites out before letting his modesty panel pull back. His already hard spike pressurizes without a nano-klick to waste. Your attention goes right to his spike, and you immediately start running your glossia along the underside of its length. You dragged your glossia from the base all the way to the tip, and a throaty noise echoed out of himself, watching you do it. Your servo wraps around the base of his spike, and you pump him twice. Soundwave has to fight not to buck into your touch- Then Soundwave has to fight not to offline when you decide to suddenly swallow his entire spike in one go.

Soundwaves servos fly up to your helm and grasp on. A shaky groan escapes him, and he's completely caught off guard by how feverish the inside of your mouth is around his spike. You're doing this well enough. You've certainly had some type of practice- Soundwave can barely finish the thought before his proccessor scrambles itself when your glossia circles the underside of his spike. A deep bassy sound echos out of Soundwave when you pull back, and then drop your helm back down till your derma touch where your fist is still gripping the base of his spike. Soundwave lately turns his record function back on the next time you pull away from his spike. Your glossia lapping along the underside of his length the whole way back down- Soundwaves digits tighten on your helm.

Soundwave jolts when your other servo slips between the mesh of his valve. Two of your digits are sliding inside of him before he realizes it. Soundwave grunts, feeling how you're pressing into him- and he finds himself wondering how it would feel if it was your spike and not your digits. You swallow around his spike, and Soundwaves hips twitch forward lightly. Soundwave- Soundwave was going to overload down your intake at this rate, and he was going to do that soon. Especially with how he couldn't look away from how you were working his array-

Your digits start thrusting in and out of Soundwaves valve, and his pre lubricant quickly starts dripping down his own inner thighs. You're bumping your helm faster and faster- your glossia continuously dragging and lapping along the underside and length of his spike. Soundwaves' own noises are getting louder, and he's having more trouble keeping himself in control- and then you make optical contact. You don't look away when you pull your servo off the base of his spike and then swallow Soundwaves spike all the way down to his pelvis. You swallow heavy around him, and your digits curl inside his valve- and Soundwave is overloading directly down your intake with a shaking groan. You swallow his transfluid as well as you can- but some still spills down the corner of your mouth and down your chin. You only pull away when Soundwave starts shaking from the after effects of his own overload.

Soundwaves plating is lightly rattling on his own frame, but he can think better now that his arousal had shimmered down. Soundwave will create an internal data chip with the video of you self servicing. And he will thank you, and Soundwave will leave- You kiss the head of his spike tip gingerly, and every bit of that plan goes sailing violently out of Soundwaves helm. You jolt this time when Soundwave drops to his knees. Soundwave grabs you and yanks you forward against himself. Soundwaves servo wraps itself around both of your spikes. You grunt when Soundwave starts stroking you both off simultaneously.

You try to say anything, but Soundwave cuts you off. "Transaction completed. New query. Soundwave returns favor?" Soundwave needed to hear you overload again, but he needed to be the cause of it this time.

Thundercracker wants to turn around and go back about his own business when he hears someone trying and failing to stay quiet. Somebody being up to some slag already didn't put a good feeling into Thundercracker. But he knows it could be Skywarps jackaft doing something stupid. And those plans had a tendency to rebound back to Thundercracker. So Thundercracker sighs and squares his pauldrons encase its slagging Blitzing or something and makes his way around to see what's happening. And he sees you- and his wings slack behind himself, and he balks. Because you're-

Thundercrackers' optics cycle multiple times, and it still takes a klick for him to realize you're actually doing what he thinks you're doing. Thundercrackers optics widen and brighten when they zero in on how you've got your servos working your hard spike and your dripping valve- your speed picks up before long and Thundercrackers wings jerk as he speechlessly watches you overload all over yourself. Both Thundercrackers engines rev of their own accord before he can stop them, and it is- deafeningly loud in the silence. You jolt, and your helm whips up, and you make optical contact instantly.

"Uh-" Thundercrackers voice catches in his throat, and he genuinely does not know what he should do next. Then you're up on your pedes and marching over to him with your array still out- Thundercrackers optics finally snap away from your array when you're jabbing him in the cockpit with a digit. And you demand to know what he wants to keep his mouth shut. "I- what? No- No. I'm not gonna say anything." Thundercracker plainly states the truth. But you pointedly say it doesn't work that way. Which- he can't argue against it because it definitely doesn't work that way... especially not for cons. You didn't just do something for someone without some type of benefit. Then you say you'll make him overload if he shuts up. Thundercracker thinks his audials are glitching, so he just cycles his optics. And then you close the gap, and you're shoving your servo between his thighs-

Your servo cups his modesty panel, and Thundercracker chokes back a whine. You're asking if that's okay and Thundercrackers panel is pulling back by itself. Next thing Thundercracker knows, he's bracing his gauntlets against the wall with you pressing against his back. Your servo is stroking his spike with purpose. Thundercracker gasps when your thumb smears his own pre fluid over the head of his spike. You pull off his back slightly, and your glossia laps in between the sensitive gaps at the base of his wings. And a throaty groan that rattles Thundercrackers own cockpit sounds out of him.

Your servo twitches before you pull away completely, and Thundercracker almost whirls around and hoists your leg up and spikes you right there where you're both standing. But your servos are on his hips and you tell him to hold on, so Thundercracker does even though he needs you- He hears you shift but Thundercracker is not prepared when your glossia is suddenly lapping right against his valve entrance. Thundercracker curses when you just reach around and wrap your servo back around his spike again. Your glossia laps hard against his entrance before you actually push it inside of Thundercrackers valve and- oh Primus- Why are you being so good to him? Frag, he didn't think your first time would be like this. He'd imagined something less filthy than nearly public overloads. (Maybe he'd thought about doing it in the woods once or twice after sparing with you, but not this.)

Thundercrackers servos clench hard against the wall, and you speed up. Causing his pre lubricant to slick your servo to the point, it's squelching every time you pump him. Thundercracker has a harder and harder time keeping himself quiet the longer your glossia is playing with his entrance and your fists working his spike. Thundercracker can feel his overload about to hit him, and you suddenly use your free servo to slowly roll his hard exterior node in time with your other servo- and Thundercracker overloads with a shout. You just keep working his frame through his overload, and he's panting and pressing back against your faceplate by the end of it. Finally, you pull away from his valve and spike and Thundercracker huffs in vents.

You suddenly say you're gonna go and Thundercrackers helm shoots up and he turns around just to see you starting to walk away from him- and then his arms are wrapped tight around your frame and dragging you back against himself. You shout and push against him, but Thundercracker holds you tighter. "Wait- wait! No favors, but can we- can we keep going?" Thundercracker practically begs, and he can't even feel too ashamed about doing it. His spark throbs in his chasiss and Thundercracker needed you so badly.

You can't just finally give yourself to him and then walk away- you couldn't. Thundercrackers engines are both purring against you when he does reach for one of your legs to hoist high. He's pressing his frame further against you, waiting for your response. "I'll- I'll even owe you instead just- please don't stop."

Skywarp creeps around the corner when he hears someone trying to be quiet. He could scare someone, or he could get dirt on someone doing something they shouldn't be and have a con owe him something for keeping his mouth shut. Either option means Skywarp gets something out of it. So he sneaks around till he finally manages to find the source. And he stops dead in his place when he's sees you just sitting there self servicing like nobody's business.

Skywarp's optics reset, and he actually realizes he's really seeing you with your array out. Fat, delicious looking spike being pumped through your own fisted servo. Plush wet valve barely peeking out from where you were sitting. Skywarps engines practically purr in excitement. Skywarp also doesn't think, he just does and is warping behind you almost immediately. You were against the wall, so his warp shoves you forward enough to accommodate him, and you shout his designation in surprise. (He needs to hear you shout it on purpose!). You try and elbow him in the chassis, but Skywarp just wraps his arms tight around your middle from behind and yanks you against him.

"Stop struggling! Maybe you're stupid enough to self-service out here, but I don't think you're stupid enough to reject a helping servo!" Skywarp growls against your audial and slips one servo to grab your spike. You jerk and still at his touch on your array. You grunt when Skywarp starts stroking heavy pumps up and down your spikes length. You sigh and finally stop struggling and even lean against him slightly. Skywarp coos and pulls you closer to himself- which ends up with you now in his lap. Your em field is lightly pressing against his own, like you're not sure about it. (Aren't sure about what!? How can you be unsure about this?) Skywarps spike was already ready to go the nano klick he saw you, but now he's throbbing against his own panel!

Skywarp lets his modesty panel pull back and bites back a whine when he realizes he has to pull away from you if he wants it pressurizing right. Skywarp decides not to do that because he really likes how you're sighing and now pressing back against him more. Skywarp rests his chin over your pauldron and watches your spike disappear and reappear in his fist. You were dripping pre lubricant all over yourself and Skywarps servo! Skywarp laughs when you jerk against him when he speeds up. Your hips start bucking up against Skywarps servo, and you're cursing. And Skywarp knows this is the hottest thing he's seen in all his function- and that was saying something! Skywarp presses harder against your back, wanting to be closer- maybe inside you, maybe you inside him- but he needed to be closer!

You're getting louder, and Skywarp gets faster, wanting to make you louder and louder- you moan and jerk against his hold again, and then you're shooting your transfluid all over his servo and your own lap. Skywarp grins at the sight and keeps pumping your spike through your overload. Skywarp laps his glossia along the covering of your audial when you start sounding more pathetic from his continued touching. (He could get you louder! Just you wait!) Skywap finally stops to reach a digit up to lightly tease the tip of your spike head. You grunt, and Skywarp finally pulls away from your spike. Watching the string of transfluid that sticks to his digit pad.

Skywarps servos then move to run under your thigh guards. Skywarp then hefts you upwards in his lap. (He still does this on the off chance you're bigger than him. Primus, bless that war frame strength.) Skywarp sighs heavy when his spike finally pressurizes properly right under your aft. Skywarp then he rubs the length of his spike along the wet folds of your valve. Skywarp groans when your valve practically drenches his length just from the rut alone. You grunt under the touch, but don't say anything. So Skywarp shifts till the head of his spike catches on your calipers. His spike twitching heavy against your valve entrance. "How 'bout some help for some help? Sounds fair, don't it?"

Primus, he wants to frag you till neither of ya could overload anymore... Skywarp could do that now, though, couldn't he?

Megatron scoffs and instantly turns on a pede to follow what sounds like someone failing to stay quiet. He was the Decepticon leader. And as their leader, Megatron knew spark damned well how many Decepticons had more than the tendency to be fools of the higher caliber. And he wouldn't let tomfoolery slip him by, especially when it was happening right under his olfactory. Megatron would deal out rightful punishments befitting whatever those transgressions where. Then Megatron stops dead in his tracks, and his optics widen when he's greeted by you- and you're-

... Oh, how delightfully convenient for Megatron when he finds you self servicing in the corner of the nemesis. Megatron watches both your servos. One jerking your spike, the other teasing the entrance of your own valve. Your sounds are light and airy, and your optics are so very bright. Megatron savors it and watches every little drag of your own touch. Then your vents pick up, and your optics screw shut, and that is when Megatron finally makes himself known.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" You rightfully jolt harshly when Megatron starts talking. Megatron watches your expressions shift quickly before you try to apologize and cover your pent-up array from him. And that wouldn't do now, would it? "I had believed I was commanding Decepticon warriors. Not perverts who couldn't control themselves better." Megatron closes the distance between you and watches trepidation settle on your faceplate. Megatron then reaches out, and you clearly brace for him to rightfully strike you, but instead, he only grabs your chin and yanks your gaze back towards him. "You'll need an appropriate punishment for indulging in such debauchery so inappropriately... now, won't you?" He smirks when your optics widen.

Which is how, in only a few klicks, you end up on your knees with Megatrons pede shoved in between your thighs. Megatron pushes his pede higher, watching you grind your soaked valve further against it. You're riding his pede close enough that your spike is also grinding against his leg. Rutting against his leg like a blasted undisciplined cyberhound. (You could be Megatrons cyberhound.) Megatron, paying rapt attention to every noise and reaction he draws out of you just with his pede. Every gasp, every grunt, every sound of pleasure.

So he notices when you look away, clearly ashamed of what he was making you do.

Megatron crooks the muzzle of his cannon under your chin and uses it to tilt your faceplate back up towards him. You jerk, being point blank against the opening of his weapon, and your delightfully bright optics find his immediately. Megatron smiles at the quick moment of panic you'd let slip through. He wouldn't shoot you. But you didn't know that. "Optics up, soldier." Megatron remarks and is pushing his pede higher. You grunt and continue rutting down like he'd initially instructed you do. You're making a mess out of his pede and leg with your arrays pre lubricant now. And Megatron wonders if he should either drag you into his private wash racks or order you to clean up the mess with your own glossia.

Megatrons spike is throbbing against his own panel, but he doesn't plan on using it just yet. This was actually a punishment for your perverted crime. (Even if he is picking you apart for Megatrons' own pleasure.) And Megatron definitely wants to punish you further, but the desire to finally see you overload for him vastly outweighs the former. So he crooks his pede even higher, his spike twitching hard behind his panel when a whine slips out of you. "Overload then, soldier." The muzzle of Megatrons cannon still keeps your faceplate tilted up towards him. So Megatron watches as your optical ridge furrowed and your optics brighten further.

At his order, you grind down twice more before your digits latch out and grab onto Megatrons leg (Megatrons own optics brighten just a touch from it). A groan manages to slip out of your vocalizor, and the sound makes Megatron want to reach down and spike you immediately. But instead, he enjoys the sight of you overloading, riding his pede, and grinding your still twitching spike against his leg. Primus above you actually look more than dear like this. Panting, with your array soaked in your own transfluid. Megatron hums and pulls his cannon away from your chin. Megatron then reaches down to run a servo across your helm. "Not bad... for your first punishment." Megatron let's his smirk curl into a smile when you realize what he'd said. Megatron was going to enjoy you in every way he could now that you'd generously given him the opportunity to do so.

But first Megatron needed to move you both to his chambers. He wasn't against letting his Deceptions know you were rightfully his- far from it. But none of them needed to see you in this manner of state. This was for Megatrons optics only.

#transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #x reader #transformers x cybertronian reader #soundwave x reader #thundercracker x reader #skywarp x reader #megatron x reader #x gn reader #valveplug #I wanted to do starscream for this one too but I could not think of anything while i was writing it #🔞

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tarohugs · 19 hours ago

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a million things i didn't say (l.jn)

► When Jeno proposes to you as a joke to get free ice cream, you can't help but begin to feel the butterflies in your stomach. You don't even have time to process the feelings before he's on one knee for someone who isn't you.

► childhood best friend!jeno x reader

► angst and some fluff (you know the drill)

► w/c 1.8k

► toxic jeno, very very sad ending (prepare your tissues), jeno is a bit insensitive at times, jeno proposing, reader ignoring feelings and being a bit dumb, annoying character stereotypes, jeno and reader making you want to rip your hair out, not proof read.

►a/n haven't posted in a while so hope this makes up for it. plz send recs i need inspo for writing.

When Jeno first proposed, it was to you. As a joke, of course. The typical things teenagers do in their free time. Right?

You met Jeno in your high school chemistry class and had clicked since. Some would mistaken you as a couple but you were always quick to deny the accusations.

Considering that most saw you two as a couple, you had decided to take advantage of your relationship spontaneously to get free ice cream. The idea wasn’t well prepared at all. Jeno had planned to propose in your local ice cream parlor and be rewarded with a sweet treat.

Well the two of you were clearly not aware how the plan would go.

“Are you sure this will work Jeno? Your ring doesn’t even look real.” You knew the plan was a dumb idea but you always listened to Jeno.

Yes, he was your best friend. Yet, you knew he meant more to you. He was one of the most special people you had met. You just couldn’t put a finger on what he was to you.

He laughed at you, his infamous eye smile sending butterflies to your stomach. “Don’t worry, y/n. I got this. Even prepared my special vows for you.”

You didn’t have a response to his sudden confidence, only a blush that scattered your cheeks. When he reached over you to hold the door entrance to the ice cream parlor, your stomach only dropped further into your stomach.

Has Jeno always been this attractive? How had you not noticed how tall he was before?

With all the thoughts rushing through your head, you had forgotten the main objective: free ice cream. That was all you were here for, not to develop feelings for your best friend.

By the time you had come to your senses, Jeno was propped on his one knee, fake ring in hand.

“Y/n l/n.”

Well here goes nothing.

“I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I know it’s not the most romantic but this is where we first met and I developed my love for you. There are so many hours I’ve spent thinking about you, yet they all stemmed from a couple minutes within the walls. I would do anything to spend the rest of my life with you.” He continued on for minutes reciting his script. Never stuttering once, it was as if he was speaking from his heart.

It was safe to say Jeno had a way with his words - even if they all met nothing.

You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had fallen in love with Jeno.

When you had finally recognized your feelings for Jeno, it was high school graduation.

In your mind, it was like the weddings that never commenced from your fake engagement. Walking down the same aisle, wearing expensive gowns, celebrating the start of a new chapter in your life.

These scenarios would all seem fresh in your head if it wasn’t for the fact that Jeno had just begun a relationship with a girl in the year below. All you had known was him for the years prior to graduation. Now, you were clueless as to what would develop as you moved on in your life.

“I’m serious about her. I think I’m going to stay back a year before I head to college. I really think she’s the one.” Jeno had told you one of your sleepless nights on the phone.

You took a deep sigh, clearly signalling you were not following his ideas. “Look, you have dreamed of moving away for years. Why change your mind for a girl you just met?”

He was clearly losing his patience with you. It was only a matter of time before he snapped after his numerous hours of convincing you he loved her. You would never agree with him, though. As long as he was with someone that wasn’t you.

“You just don’t get it. Maybe you’ll understand when you finally find someone that loves you.”

When he heard the immediate hanging up of the call, his emotions were too high to apologize. Jeno knew his words hurt you but he wasn’t in the right sentence to justify his actions. Time didn’t allow him to correct himself either, only progressing through the rest of highschool by never addressing him again.

But here you were at graduation, finding yourself after the ceremony looking for your parents talking to Jeno’s family. He stood beside them, his new girlfriend pressed tightly by his side. When your eyes flickered to make eye contact with him, he reflected a gaze of sorrow. You never returned the sorrow, your gaze only remaining lifeless.

After Jeno had uttered such nonsense to you, you had deemed him as nothing to you. Even if you had recognized your feelings for him, you couldn’t keep waiting.

When you had finally let go of the petty teenage drama, an invitation to Jeno’s wedding had arrived at your front door.

You had come to the conclusion that you were in love with him. After continuously convincing yourself you needed to get over him, it was becoming more difficult to let your feelings for the boy go unnoticed.

With the emotionless response you had given to Jeno after graduation, you had thought your relationship with him was over. And you were proven correct when you found that he had blocked you on every social media platform to ever exist.

You decided it was time to rekindle with your childhood best friend your senior year in college. But to no avail, you still remained blocked and found no new accounts.

So to find the invitation to his wedding - when you had moved far from home and started a new job - was a shocker, to say the least. Even if you hadn’t communicated in years, you were still on the backburner.

Now, you find yourself sitting in an assigned seat in the corner. Far away from any of his family, not needing a reason to explain why you had cut off all communication with Jeno, or rather, how he had done such.

The only other person sitting by you was his youngest cousin he had always explained as a nuisance at family gatherings. She was sweet and you had told him he needed to treat her nicely considering her young age, but teenage Jeno didn’t know better. Even adult Jeno didn’t know better.

You had done a good job holding off any conversation for the first hour of the wedding, but you couldn’t stand the awkward silence and dwelling going on inside your head anymore.

Why had you come just to realize you hated him? You had no clue. All you knew was that you wanted to talk to your best friend. He may not have earned his respect back but it was clear he felt the same way. There is only one reason he would even think to send a wedding invitation your way.

When you finally excuse yourself from the table for a drink, his cousin mutters something under her breath.

“What did you say?” Not sure if her words were meant for her.

She looks you in the eye, “Why did you leave Jeno? He was so happy when he was with you?”

Well clearly she was not in the loop. You dreaded talking about your past with Jeno. But you dreaded even more reminiscing on how close you used to be with him.

“Me and Jeno were never together. I have no idea what you're talking about.” You tried to escape but her words only drew you in.

“Well, I know you weren’t dating, but you should’ve. He was so happy with you. He hated me but you made him realize his indifference. Now here you are with me, the least favorite family member, sitting in the back when you deserve to be down the aisle.”

It was clear her words were leading to the verge of your tears. Time was the only thing that stood between your face full of makeup being ruined. Before she could even allow more words to escape from her mouth, you found yourself making a run for the bathroom.

You had managed to find a new seat along with some of your high school friends in another far corner. You couldn’t face the emotional damage that was Jeno’s cousin. Your friends knew better than to ask any questions about you two, instead opting to treat the experience as a reunion.

As much as you didn’t want to, you had thought about her words. Did you really have an effect on Jeno?

He never told you he loved you, except in his vows. You remember every syllable that came from his mouth. Most importantly, “I love you.” They weren’t real, but they were the closest symbol of reciprocation Jeno had ever given to you.

Even if the words were never truthful, it was only a matter of minutes before you heard his real vows come from his mouth. Watching him walk down the aisle, all you could picture is what your wedding with him would’ve looked like.

If you had ever told Jeno your real feelings that day. Maybe if you were truthful, maybe if you had listened to his cousin, maybe if you hadn’t cut him off, you could be descending down the aisle.

Instead, here you are, sitting isolated from your best friend, wondering what he even thinks of you. Does he know that you're here? Did he invite you or had he been forced to by his parents? All this clouds your mind as you watch the bride approach Jeno, joining hand in hand.

Jeno stood tall on the altar. His black suit defines his build. It was obvious that he had grown into his body well since you had last seen him. As he took a deep breath, you knew it was ready for him to begin his vows, for real this time.

“The love of my life.”

Tears began to blind your vision. You couldn’t stand hearing what was about to come from his mouth. All you could make out was the movement of his lips as ringing stormed your ears.

If you weren’t so scared you would’ve told him how you felt.

If you had been mature you wouldn’t have let him give up on his dreams.

If you cared more about yourself you wouldn't have allowed him to let you burn on the backburner after all these years.

If you had listened to his cousin you would understand that you were important to him.

As you watched him slip the ring on to his now wife, you knew time was up. There was no reversing what you hadn’t done, only reminiscing on what you could’ve.

Jeno was now no one to you. Just a friend in the past who you would tell others you don’t talk to now.

All the years of unreciprocated love would never rekindle. Maybe one thing you should’ve done was listen to him. “Maybe you’ll understand when you finally find someone that loves you.”

It was time to find someone that loved you. Even if it wasn’t him.

#jeno angst #jeno x reader #lee jeno #nct dream angst #nct dream x reader #jeno fic #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream jeno

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jcollinswrites · 1 day ago

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I just can't stop smiling at Narmer's manner. When he was extremely direct about whether we were interested in him or not, my poor male MC was about to throw himself in the water XD

I just love the fact that Narmer is straightforward about things, it makes my shy MC's life so much easier. Sure, he turns red like a tomato but it makes it easier to avoid paranoia.

I've lost count of how many times I've been frustrated with a RO because he just wasn't direct about his feelings. Like, man, it's not that hard. Just tell me if you're interested or not. Luckily with Narmer I don't run that risk

And I also don't intend to judge his relationship with his wife or anything like that. I just don't like to judge a person based only on part of a conversation I heard and I don't even know the whole context. So suffering on my route? I'll be dodging as much as I can Imao.

Also, from what I understand, he is not officially married to his supposed wife, or is he? Considering that apparently no one knows about this woman except those closest to him or maybe Ahmose if he talks about his mother. I confess that I was a little confused in this part but it's probably because English isn't my first language and sometimes my mind just freezes haha. So I didn't understand if he wasn't officially married or the MC simply didn't know this information.

If that were the case, would we be able to marry him or would we be something like a concubine or something?

If he wasn't, and it was possible to marry him, what would your reaction be if the MC left a ring in your room surrounded by flowers with a little card:

Will you marry me?

( ) Absolutely

( ) Of course

( ) Yes

( ) No (Optional)

While hiding behind the door watching your reaction?

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Anyway, I love your IF please never stop with it 🥹💕 I've never smiled as much with a character as I am smiling right now! I can't wait for the next update. As far as I remember, this is the one where we blocked the route, right? Please Narmer, give me more kisses on the forehead and your hand in marriage 🥹🫴

(I got a little carried away and it got bigger than it should have, sorry XD)

Yes, Narmer wanted to be very straightforward in letting the MC know that he is not uninterested, but it's going to be hard to be in any sort of relationship with him for many reasons. So he (and the partner) are either all in, or no deal.

The wife business was probably confusing because I didn't write in detail yet about the king's marriage rights. This will be explained a bit more in Narmer's route, so things will get clearer later if you choose his romance.

The king is the only person in the country who can have more than one spouse. Narmer is officially married to Nefru, but being married to the king doesn't automatically make someone a queen consort. The king has to give out that title. So Nefru is a consort, but she is not the main consort, and was not given any title, nor does he go anywhere with her in public, so that's why most people don't know about her. Simply for being married to the king, her official rank is princess.

Narmer could technically marry anyone else he wishes without getting a divorce. He can also make anyone else his queen consort. It's his right. (for a male MC, Narmer will figure out another title)

It will be possible to marry him, if you manage to reach at least a neutral ending with him. In the scenario you mentioned, Narmer would smile and say, "Let's not get the word out that you were the one who asked me and not the other way around, but... yes, I've been thinking about it too."

Thanks for the sweet message 🥰 The romance lock-in choice will come in the next public update (probably in a few weeks I think), so not long to wait now :)))

#interactive fiction #weeping gods #narmer #romance #❤️❤️❤️

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pmpmyread · 24 hours ago

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Heavenly Heavy-hitter already told me this would be a banger.

The Nanami meet cute in the grocery store had me kicking my feet, exactly my kinda drug smh. The characterization in both intros and during the first dates was equally amazing... Truly a por qué no los dos situation if I’ve ever seen one LOL.

As soon as I read the first line from the flashback of Toji and Nanami’s first interaction, I was floating. I need more of this. The banter, the dynamic, this friendship. I NEED IT. I had to pause at the sparring section and close my eyes and really visualize my two absolute jjk faves in boxing gear training together?? Goodness gracious. “See, me and Kento here? We’re great with sharing.” Lu it is important to me for you to know that I cheered out loud at this line LMAO. The smut in this… what can I even say. I’m totally a broken record at this point, but your Reader characters are always so well-fleshed out and badass. It’s no wonder our two men came to an understanding. They know what they have and they are not trying to fumble this. Between this and the Yaga fic, I feel too spoiled. Far-distant what-if scenarios so beautifully brought to life through your incredible writing. Thank you for your service! 🩵

Former rivals now business partners, Toji and Kento have made it clear that two heads are better than one as they run the top boxing club in the city. But now you've made an appearance in their lives and the static from all those years ago may still feel as fresh as ever.

a/n: IDK. Happy Belated V-Day lol. I was in a silly goofy mood while writing this and now here we are. smut, fluff, toji and nanami. what a time

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The gym smelled like sweat, metal, and old leather—an oddly comforting mix as you stepped inside, taking in the rhythmic sounds of fists hitting heavy bags and the occasional grunt of effort. It wasn’t a commercial fitness center; no polished mirrors or spa-like amenities. This place had character. The kind of gym where people actually worked, where blood and sweat stained the mats, and the air buzzed with raw energy.

You hesitated near the entrance, scanning for a front desk or someone who looked like they were in charge. Two pink haired guys taking turns kicking a punching bag, a tall blonde woman working the ropes. Everyone in earshot range was occupied.

“Maybe this is a sign,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the dark gray walls that were littered with old school boxing posters. You stopped at a large poster of a large set of shoulders with an almost iridescent snake wrapped around the thick neck. “This is definitely a sign. Heavenly Heavy Hitter Fushiguro?” you read it as if it were the most absurd thing you’d seen today.

A man stood in the center of the gym, taping his wrists with slow, practiced ease. Tall, broad, and built like a wrecking ball, he had the kind of presence that made people step aside without him even asking. His dark hair was a little messy, a few strands falling into his sharp, wolfish eyes. His black tank top clung to his frame, showing off muscle that wasn’t just for show. He watched as you took in the match posters on the wall.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he definitely noticed you.

“Lost?” he called out, voice lazy but deep, carrying over the sounds of training.

You straightened, clearing your throat before turning around. “Uh, no. I mean, maybe? I was looking to sign up for some of your beginner training classes.”

He tilted his head slightly, lips twitching into a smirk as he finished wrapping his hands. “Yeah? You train?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “But I wanted to try something new. To keep myself active.”

He walked over, sizing you up in a way that wasn’t judgmental but definitely assessing. Up close, he was even more intimidating—but there was something in his gaze, a flicker of curiosity beneath all that casual confidence.

“New, huh?” His smirk widened. “Guess I could show you a thing or two.”

Before you could respond, he nodded toward the ring. “Come on. Let’s see what you got.”

You blinked. “Wait—now?”

“Best way to learn is by doing,” he shrugged, already pulling on his gloves. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.”

Something told you he was about to have way too much fun with this.

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Stepping into the ring, you walked closely behind him as he grabbed a pair of gloves from the nearby stool and turned to you.

“Hands out.” He took your right hand, fitting your hand snugly inside and velcroing the wrist before doing the same to your left. The feeling of the weight settled against your hands as you brought them together, punching your fist into one another all while Toji stood in front of you, rolling his shoulders as he raised his hands in a loose guard.

“Alright,” he said, voice smooth, “first lesson—stance. Keep your feet planted, one a little ahead of the other. Stable, but light.”

You copied his movements as best you could, adjusting when he took a step forward and nudged your foot into place with his own. His presence was overwhelming up close, but you pushed past it, focusing on his words.

“Good,” he nodded. “Now, basic jab. Pop it out quick, straight from your shoulder.”

You threw a few hesitant jabs, feeling ridiculous at first, but his sharp eyes watched each movement with scrutiny.

“Loosen up. Too stiff, you’ll telegraph your moves if you want anything to have even the slightest impact.”

You exhaled, shaking the tension from your shoulders before trying again. This time, he nodded approvingly.

“Not bad, you’ve got some grit.” he admitted. “Now, let’s see if you can hit me.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

His smirk was pure amusement. “Come on, just try. I won’t hit back—this time.”

You hesitated for a moment before throwing a quick jab toward him. He swayed effortlessly out of the way, the motion almost lazy. “Again.”

You tried another. And another. Each time, he dodged with minimal effort, looking downright entertained. “You’ve gotta hit me. This is suppose to be boxing.”

Irritation flared. He was toying with you.

Gritting your teeth, you took a step forward and threw a quick jab—but at the last second, you shifted and aimed a light hook instead.

Your gloved fist actually connected with his ribs.

Toji stilled. Then, to your utter disbelief, he grinned. A real grin, full of something wild and pleased.

“Well, well,” he mused, shaking out his arms. “Guess you’re a fast learner.”

“That.. how did I do that?”

Toji came up to you and lightly tapped your gloves. “You’re finding your power.”

You looked down at your hands like they held some type of magic in them as he chuckled.

“You’ve gotta get out of your head. Don’t think about how hard you might hit me. Just hit me. And ignore all the grunting going on. Its just you and I in the ring, no one else matters.”

“Its just.. a lot. What if I hit you too hard? How can you ignore the sounds? Its like being in a pit of bears or some shit.”

Toji came up closer to you and leaned in, leaving a foot of space between you. “Mind closing your eyes for me?”

Your heart quickened for a millisecond before nodding. “Sure.” you hesitated before letting them flutter shut. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Toji could sense the nervousness in how you held your shoulders, he took a step back. “Alright. Now visualize me and this ring. I’m still the same distance away, still holding my hands up.”

“Huh?”

“Visualize.” He reiterated.

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“Listen to how close I am. You could hear me just fine, yes?”

You nodded.

“Perfect. Now, listen for where my voice is going as I sway. Take your stance and let your fist find me.”

Doing as he asked, you planted your feet, placing one foot just slightly ahead of the other before bringing your hands to your chest. “Okay.”

He leaned to the left, “One.” your fist hit his palm within seconds.

“Again. One, two.”

You reached out, quick punches in the direction of his voice until you began to notice the pattern.

“Take notice of how the movement feels for your body. You naturally jab hook when you let your body lead. Keep doing that.” Toji stood directly in front of you, watching the intricate way your torso just casually knew to twist in order to get a proper hit. “I’m going to step forward and adjust your guard.”

“You’re gonna hit me?” a hint of concern coated your words.

“No. Never. I just want you to get use how this feeling is for you. You’ve gotta put it all together.” Toji gently grabbed your elbow and brought them toward your body then raised your hands so the gloves covered your face.

You opened your eyes, peeking really, to see Toji biting his bottom lip while he adjusted your hands.

“Now bring your chin down. I should be able to see you between your gloves.” his thumb lightly grazed your chin as he brought it down for you and smiled.:”Perfection.”

The stomach thing. The stomach thing happened. “Yep.”

“Now one more time. Eyes open.”He tapped your gloves and went back to a loose guard and planted his feet. “Remember. Keep your eyes forward, on me. I’m your target.”

You waited for him to sway then you popped a quick jab, this time going back to guard your face as you watched him weave his head.

He rocked, one two and you shifted effortlessly, landing a quick jab then right hook, causing you to jump back with a smile and Toji to raise his hands above his head. “Atta girl, Look at you!”

“That was correct? That felt a little.. too good.”

Toji nodded coming to help you remove your gloves. “With a little more power, you could’ve rocked my shit. Good job.”

“So does this mean you have a boxing class to put me in?”

Toji grinned and took the gloves from you. “Unfortunately no. But I have some defense kickboxing courses with all fem people that I hold on weekends from 9am til 10:30 then another from 11 to noon- thirty.”

“Is it some fufu bs because it’s women? I want to learn actual technique, not some watered down defense.”

You seemed to take offense to this and for some odd reason, Toji found that hilarious.

“No. What you just learned with me is the part of the first days lesson. And I wouldn’t call that ‘fufu bs’.”

Your cheeks warmed and you went over to grab your belongings. “So… which do you lead?”

“Neither.” He stated matter of factly. “You see those two over there? The pink starburst for hair guys?”

You looked back to the see the leaner of the two recording the bulkier one as he did what you could make out to be as a tutorial of some sort. “Uh huh..”

“Yuji and Ryo K. My best here at the club.”

“You aren’t the best?”

Toji looked down at you, raising an eyebrow as he really took you in since you came in. He watched you jush out your fro and smiled as you sipped your water. “I can be. Wanna find out why I own the place.”

“Heavenly Heavy-hitter.” you spoke lowly as if you couldn’t be heard saying his name.

“In the flesh.” He matched your tone.

You felt the need to straighten your posture, rolling your shoulders so you could erect your back. “Sorry for hitting you.. three times.”

“Part of the job. Don’t worry. But you could make it up to me if you really feel bad.”

“Not exactly feeling bad but I did just smack around the owner soooo… tell me and it’s done.” Your eyes shined as you waited to hear his offer.”

He laughed and ran his hand through his wet hair. “Have dinner with me. This weekend so you can tell me all about your first course here.”

“Deal.” no chance to even think about it. No reason to overthink. “Dinner with the heavy hitter it is.”

_____________

Buzzing about your date later that night, you spent your Saturday afternoon knocking out your to do list, ending with picking up some items for your Sunday dinner.

It was just supposed to be a fairly quick stop. A short errand squeezed between the rest of your day, in and out without much thought. But apparently everyone else in the neighborhood had the same idea.

“Thank goodness there was a buggy left.” you looked down at your list as you slowly made your way down your first aisle, grabbing a small container of sugar cubes and confectioner sugar then maneuvering around 3 people standing in the middle of the aisle.

Tall, blond, dressed a little too sharply for a casual grocery run.

You first noticed him near the produce section. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to hint at the strength beneath, his movements precise as he picked through a selection of oranges, inspecting the navels on a few before he added them into a bag. He barely spared you a glance, offering only the smallest nod of acknowledgment before he walked off from the aisle.

You picked up a bag of pears and two lemons, going back to scratching them off of your list before exhaling and slowly trekking to the bakery.

Amazing enough, you ran into him again. This time, you didn’t let him get away without a word. You were letting the energy of the day make you a little more extroverted.

“You don’t look like the type to buy pastries,” you said, watching as he considered a loaf of sourdough.

He turned, brow slightly raised. “And what type would that be?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Serious, maybe. Too structured to indulge in fresh bread.”

A pause. Then, to your surprise, he let out a small, almost amused sigh. “I enjoy good bread.”

“Well, I’m more of a sweets person,” you admitted, tapping a package of chocolate croissants. “But I respect your choices.”

“I’m glad.” Another nod—like you’d passed some unspoken test—before he placed the bread in his basket and walked away, looking back at you putting a loaf of potato bread in your basket and striking it off of your list. Internally, he was fighting the urge to bother you.

“Imagine being one of those men being recorded because you cant read the room. Let it go, Kento.” he thought as he turned to the next aisle, thinking of your radiant smile as he added pasta to his basket.

Now the third time felt less like coincidence. Coffee aisle. You stood, contemplating which roast to go for, when you heard his voice behind you.

“You seem indecisive.”

You turned, finding him beside you, his own gaze locked on the shelves. “And you seem like someone who knows exactly what they want.”

“Usually.” He reached for a bag and handed it to you. “Try this. Very robust flavor. Perfect even for those with a sweet tooth.”

You examined it, then smirked. “If I hate it, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take that risk.” He gave a small smile and reached for a second bag of same coffee placing it in his own basket.

The rest of your shopping trip went without a hitch. You didn’t find yourself bumping into the blonde haired beauty but you ended up finding everything you needed. “Just need to grab some laundry detergent and we’re done.” you folded your list and threw it in your purse as you approached your final item.

You stared at the large box on the top shelf, sighing internally. Of course. Too high.

Without hesitation, he came up to your side and looked at you. “Need assistance?”

He followed your gaze, then smoothly plucked the fresh linens detergent from the shelf and handed it to you. His fingers brushed yours—just slightly—but enough to make your pulse stutter. You definitely weren’t staring at his forearms.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning. “Guess all that bread keeps you strong.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “Something like that.”

Silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, there was a weight to it, like something unsaid hanging between you. Then, shifting his basket to one hand, he spoke.

“You seem... interesting.” He chose the words carefully, like he wasn’t used to making impulsive decisions.

“Strange way of calling me beautiful but I’ll take it.” You teased. ‘You seem quite interesting yourself.”

You saw his ears turn just a faint hint of pink at the tips. “Interesting and beautiful, absolutely. Would you like to continue this conversation over lunch so I can make a more astute observation thats better than just ‘interesting’?”

You blinked. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” A beat passed. “Unless you’d rather keep meeting in random grocery aisles.”

You laughed, warmth creeping up your neck. “Lunch sounds better.”

He nodded once, like a deal had been struck. “Good. My names Nanami Kento but call me Kento. Here’s my card.” he held it out and placed it in your hand.

“I’ll call you tonight.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

And just like that, a simple errand turned into something much more interesting.

__________

You didn’t feel the usual first date anxiety like usual with Toji. He kept conversation nice and short during the week with getting basic information like favorite foods and doing the formal ‘how are you today?” check-ins. From that it was clear how he was more of a in person kid of guy, which you could learn to appreciate.

The restaurant was lively, the scent of sizzling meat filling the air as you slid into the booth across from where Toji was sliding in. He looked completely at ease, one arm resting along the back of his seat, eyes scanning the menu with a lazy confidence.

“You’ve been here before,” you noted, watching the faint smirk tug at his lips.

“Course,” he said, glancing up at you. “Gotta know the good spots if you wanna eat right.”

“So, what’s the move, then? Gonna impress me with your order?”

Toji chuckled, setting the menu down. “I could, but where’s the fun in that? Let’s see if you can keep up first.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“More like a test.” He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your skin warm. “Gotta see if you can handle a little heat.”

“You sound pretty confident in your ability to bring the heat, Fushiguro.”

“What, you doubting me already?” He grinned, motioning for the server. “Let’s get started, sweetheart. Pick your choices and leave the rest to me.”

The waiter got the grill fired up, and soon enough, Toji was handling the meat with an easy skill, flipping each piece with just the right timing. He moved with a casual precision, but there was something undeniably attractive about the way he took control. Every piece of food, he’d give you the first few pieces before he served himself. This time, 2 of the pieces of sirloin he held over the flame.

“Ready? This one should be perfect.”

You held your plate up and shook your head with a laugh. “Toji, you also need to enjoy some of this. You take one of these.”

He winked and placed both slices on your plate. “Next few are for me so you have time to clear your plate.”

“So, you cook often?” you asked, picking up a piece he had just finished grilling and popping it into your mouth.

“Only when I gotta.” He watched you chew, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Good?”

“Damn good,” you admitted. “I think you’ve earned some points.”

“Only some?” He tisked, shaking his head. “Tough crowd.”

You laughed, nudging his foot under the table. “You’ll live. But tell me something—what exactly do you do, besides being suspiciously good at grilling meat and running your gym?”

Toji chewed thoughtfully, smirking. “Just keep myself out of trouble.”

“You? Trouble?” you teased.

Toji chuckled before grabbing his beer and taking a small swig. “All kinds. Use to be my favorite thing to do when I didn’t have much to do.”

“Mmm. So running the gym is what keeps you in line?”

“Something like that. What about you, Miss lady? I’m sure you do things outside of coming to my gym and making me teach you basic boxing.”

He grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes. “I’m honestly a bit of homebody. Not sure if me being active in online communities counts but I do love going to little pop up events around town.”

“Such as?”

You hesitated for a second. All of a sudden you lost that streak of confidence you’d been filling since meeting him. You took a sip of water and cleared your throat.

“Like anime and pop culture things. Ever heard of Demon Slayer?”

Toji seemed almost confused to you. He chewed for just a moment more then spoke up. “The show with that Michael Jackson looking motherfucker with the eyes?”

It took everything in you to not bust out into the loudest laugh you could. You instead opted to let out a chortle, pushing out a deep breath while he did the same.

“Muzan, yes.” You replied. “There was a Demon Slayer pop up about two weeks ago. Me and a couple of friends went to it. Food, merch, chance to meet other fans.”

“Oh, my son told me about that. He said it was a cool event.”

You blinked. “Your son?”

Toji glanced up, chewing, before realizing your surprise. “Oh. Yeah. Didn’t mention that, huh?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, still processing. “Kind of a big thing to leave out before a first date.”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I tend to forget to mention it since he isn’t a small kid anymore. Didn’t mean to spring it on you like that.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen.”

That gave you pause. “Wait, really?”

Toji smirked at your reaction. “Yeah. We’ve had a… bumpy few years. Trying to patch things up now. He’s a good kid. Mouthy but great.”

“I’m sure you have no idea where that came from.”

Toji smiled and finished grilling a piece of corn and plated it for you.

There was something softer in his voice when he spoke about mending things with his son. Something that made you see past the easy confidence to the man beneath it.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I think it’s good you’re working on it.”

Toji held your gaze for a beat before grinning again, the weight of the moment easing. “That so? Well, don’t start thinking I’m some sentimental guy now.”

You smirked, leaning forward. “Oh, don’t worry. You’d have to do a lot more than that to convince me.”

“I’ve gotta stand. Sorry. My backs feeling a little stiff” He slid out the booth.

You shook your head. “No worries. We’ve been here for awhile.”

He stretched, his shirts rising just a bit as he rolled his shoulders back. He reached above his head, and there it was: a dark, dense happy trail that led all the way down to what you were certain was to be a pot of gold--

“You checking me out, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the grin. “You just happen to be in my line of sight.”

Toji hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Mm. Convenient.” He sat back down. This time, scooting to sit just a little closer to you.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between bites, teasing laced in every exchange. He was smooth, but not in an over-rehearsed way—just natural confidence, the kind that made it easy to get caught up in the moment.

By the time the last of the meat was gone, you were leaning forward, elbows on the table, grinning at him. “I’ll admit it. You make a damn good dinner companion.”

Toji smirked, resting his chin in his hand. “That so?”

“Mhm. Might have to let you take me out on another date just to make sure you’re really this good.”

He reached across, tapping your chin with the end of his chopsticks. “Careful, sweetheart. Say things like that, and I might start thinking you like me.”

You caught the chopsticks, holding his gaze. “And what if I do?”

For the first time that night, Toji didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, he just smirked—slow, dangerous—and let the silence speak for itself.

__________

The garden café was a stark contrast to the lively buzz of the KBBQ restaurant with Toji. Soft alternative played in the background, the scent of freshly baked confections filling the air. It seemed like the complete opposite of the type of place Kento would be into.

The warm glow of hanging lights gave the tucked away eatery a cozy ambiance, and for a moment, you thought about how different this felt already.

Toji was the fun catch. Probably the exact opposite of what you usually dated but it felt right. He kept in contact after the first date, checking in, sending great questions to get to know your day to day, making impromptu plans for a night of bowling and dinner midweek that you were really looking forward to.

You tried to feel bad about dating two people at once but it was still the early stages and you could have your fun until it gets serious. No harm, no foul.

Looking around the small room, you found Kento waiting at a small table near the window, a book beside his untouched cup of coffee. He glanced up when you entered, standing politely as you approached.

“You’re early,” you noted, smiling.

He nodded., also smiling “So are you. It’s great to see you.”

You took the seat across from him, amused by his neatly pressed collar under the cable crew neck sweater he dawned and the way he folded his hands over the table, ever the picture of composure. The server came by, taking your orders and after, you leaned in slightly. “So, do you always bring a book on dates?”

Nanami glanced at it briefly. “Only when I’m not sure if my company will arrive on time.”

You laughed. “So I passed the test?”

“Hm. Barely.” His lips quirked, the smallest hint of amusement breaking through his otherwise serious expression.

“Whats the book about?”

He smoothly pushed the book over to you. “Dragonfly in Amber from the Outlander series. I am rather new to the hubbub but I caught an episode of the series and wanted to find the books.”

Well loved, slightly tattered corners and a bookmark that you knew to be a receipt. You softly laughed as you flipped through the pages.

“You’ve got just a little left. Enjoying it?”

“Immensely. Didn’t think I still enjoyed historical fiction and fantasy like I did as a teen, but I’m invested.”

You raised your brow, “Did you read American Gods by He who we won’t be naming as of right now?”

Kento gave you a smile that you almost missed before chuckling. “I went on a 3 hour rant about the series in high school to my best friend and he hasn’t let me forget about that. So yes.”

“Now I guess its my turn to listen in.” you leaned forward.

“Well first,” Kento pushed his sleeves up and grinned, “Fuck Neil Gaiman.”

With that, you knew you were in for a treat.

As the date went on, you found conversation with Kento easy, in a way that was different from Toji. With Toji, there had been an undeniable heat, a teasing energy that felt like a game. But with Kento, there was a depth to the fun, a steadiness that made every exchange feel like a light game of tug of war.

“You have a good sense of humor,” you remarked after a particularly dry comment of his made you snort into your drink.

He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what people say when they’re surprised.”

You grinned. “Maybe. You just seem like you despise meetings and people who turn meetings into a social hour. Very serious.”

“I’m serious when necessary.” He tilted his head slightly, considering you. “But I do enjoy good company.”

Your stomach did a little flip at the way he said it, voice low and sure. The moment lingered, charged in a subtle way, before he shifted slightly, exhaling as if bracing himself for something.

“I should be honest with you,” Kento said, voice dipping into something quieter. “I don’t really date casually. If I’m pursuing someone, it’s because I see it going somewhere.”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his directness. “Oh.”

“If that’s something you’re unsure about,” he continued, watching you carefully, “I understand. But I’d like to see you again. I find you incredibly charming and such a breath of fresh air.”

There was no pressure in his words, just quiet sincerity. And maybe it was the way he made you feel so at ease, or the warmth that had been steadily growing between you all afternoon into the evening, but your answer came easily.

“I’d like that too.”

Nanami exhaled softly, as if he’d been holding his breath. Then, just like that, he nodded, returning to his usual composed self. “Good.”

You smirked. “And here I thought you weren’t the type to smile.”

“I do,” he mused, picking up his coffee, “when given a reason.”

“So you have one now?” you countered.

“A very beautiful one in front of me right now.”

And from the way he looked at you then, you had a feeling you’d be giving him plenty.

___________________________________________________

Toji sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over your contact. It was late—not too late—but late enough that he hesitated.

"Tch." He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just call, dumb ass.”

This wasn’t something he usually did. Call someone just because he’d been thinking about them too much. Because he wanted to hear their voice. Because he was starting to crave something steady, something real, and that was the last thing he thought he wanted.

Only a few months and he was whipped.

“Just call. Tell her you miss her.” He hyped himself up and sighed.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he hit the call button.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hey, Toji!”

Your voice—smooth, warm yet excited, familiar—sent something tight through his chest.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "You busy?"

"Not really. Just settling in for the evening. What’s up?”

Toji exhaled through his nose. "Nothin’ really. Just figured I’d call."

A pause.

"...Figured you’d call?" You repeated, amusement slipping into your tone. "Well, this is a first."

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, already regretting this. “Don’t make it weird.”

"I’m not," you teased. "Just appreciating the moment."

Toji huffed, but he could hear the smile in your voice, and somehow, that made it easier.

“Anyway,” he said, shifting the subject.”I have some friends in town and some from my circle here.. We’re going to be heading out for some drinks, catching up and all that this weekend. Thought you might wanna come.”

That got your attention.

"Oh?" There was a playful lilt to your voice. "Are you introducing me to your friends, Fushiguro?"

Toji clicked his tongue, a huff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Don’t say it like that.”

"Like what?" You laughed.

"Like it’s a big deal," he muttered, rubbing his temple. “It’s just drinks. No big deal. Figured you’d enjoy it. Some of them will have their partners with them. Just thought, you know..”

There was another pause—short, but he felt it. Then,

"I’d love to."

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Good. I’ll text you the details."

"Looking forward to it," you said, and he could hear your smile again.

When you hung up, Toji stared at his phone for a second longer than he needed to, lips twitching.

"Tch. Damn brat’s got me wrapped up in this."

And he genuinely didn’t mind being all wrapped up for you.

____

The bar was buzzing, low golden lights and neon signs covered the dark brick walls that kept the crowded space. You were nestled comfortably right next to Toji as his friend surrounded you at each turn. The pink haired brothers were in attendance, some gym colleagues, pals from his prime and a guy named Shiu who kept asking you just what was it that had you willing to be seen in public with ‘ToFu’.

Friends, drink in hand, laughing at a story one of them was telling. It had been surprisingly easy to blend in—their energy was rowdy but good-natured, and Toji, ever the instigator, made sure to keep you engaged.

He leaned in closer, kissing your temple as his breath brushed your ear as he murmured, “Didn’t think you’d fit in this well.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward him. “Oh? Thought I’d be shy?”

“Nah.” He took a slow sip of his drink, eyeing you. “Just figured you’d be a little thrown off. My people can be a lot.”

You glanced around—his people were definitely a lot, but in the best way. One of them had an arm slung over another’s shoulder, laughing too hard at a joke. Someone else was dramatically reenacting a moment from a fight at the gym. And yet, despite all the chaos, it felt easy. Like you’d been here before. He had good people around him and you could tell it meant the world for them to welcome you so easily.

Toji watched you take it all in, his expression unreadable for a second before he said, “There was someone I really wanted you to meet tonight, but he got caught up with something.”

You turned back to him. “Oh? Someone important?”

Toji shrugged. “Old friend and business partner. Known him a long time. Thought you two would get along.” He smirked, taking another sip of his drink. “Guess we’ll see when we get together soon.”

Something about the way he said it made you curious, but before you could ask, someone called his name. “Be right back sweet girl.”

“Take your time. Gonna get another drink.” He kissed the top of your head before making his way off the couch and to the other side of the bar, now pulled into another conversation.

You let it go, enjoying the rest of the night and ordering another blue Hawaiian.

Then your phone buzzed. You glanced down, heart skipping slightly when you saw the name.

Kento Nanami.

You swiped open the message.

>Thinking of you. Glad I got to see you this morning.

A small smile tugged at your lips. Then, another text popped up.

>Would you like to be my plus one for a wedding? I know its last minute but wasn’t sure whats too fast for a wedding invite..

Your stomach flipped. The timing was almost comical—here you were, hanging out with Toji, being immersed in his world and now Nanami was casually asking you to a wedding.

“I really have to figure this shit out soon.” you whispered to yourself. “Can you add an extra shot to that blue Hawaiian? Lets just double it, actually.”

You glanced up at Toji, who was still caught up in conversation, unaware of the coincidence unfolding in your hands.

Biting your lip, you tapped out a response.

<Hmm. Tell me more.

As you stared at Nanami’s message, fingers hovering over the keyboard, a slow grin crept onto your lips. A wedding invite? That was definitely unexpected.

Toji’s voice pulled you back into the present. “You good?”

You quickly locked your phone and looked up to see him watching you with that sharp, unreadable expression of his. You weren’t sure if he’d caught your shift in focus, but there was something in his gaze—mild curiosity, maybe.

“Yeah,” you said easily, swirling the last bit of your drink before taking the fresh one. “Just got an interesting text.”

Toji arched a brow, smirking. “From some poor bastard trying to win you over?”

You snorted. “Something like that.”

Toji chuckled, leaning back against the bar, bringing you with him. “Well, whoever it is, tell ‘em they gotta step their game up if they wanna keep up.”

You hummed, pocketing your phone. “Oh? And what’s the standard, exactly?” you sat your drink down and wrapped your arms around Toji’s neck. He gently rested his fingers at your waist, tracing the curve before running his hand up your side.

His smirk deepened as he studied you. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

“Count me in then.”

He leaned in for a quick peck and brushed a coil from your face. ‘Counted.”

The heat in his gaze sent a small thrill down your spine, but before the moment could stretch into something heavier, one of his friends called for another round, and Toji turned to flag down the bartender. “What would they do without me, huh?” he joked before letting you go but not letting you stray. He kept a hand behind him as he leaned over the bar, reaching so you could hold his hand. You grabbed onto a belt loop and grinned.

“Good girl.”

With his attention elsewhere, you pulled your phone back out and finally typed a reply to Nanami.

<A wedding, huh? Sounds like an interesting night.

His response came quicker than expected.

>It will be. More so if you’re there.

You pressed your lips together, amused by his smoothness.

<Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

<If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

Just as you sent the message, Toji nudged your arm, drawing you back to the moment. “C’mon,” he said, handing you your drink. “No more distractions. Tonight’s about fun.”

You smiled, raising your glass to his and sitting your phone down. “Agreed.”

But even as you laughed and enjoyed the night with Toji, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone every so often, wondering just who else is trying to get your attention.

_____

Nanami set his phone down on the table, exhaling softly as he ran a hand through his hair. A small part of him hadn’t expected an immediate response to his invitation, but when he saw the reply pop up—

>Then I’d be honored to be your plus one.

>If its okay.. mind if I come by once I wrap up with my friends? Want to see you before your trip.

<Call me when you're on your way. See you soon

—he felt a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest.

He let the message sit for a moment before locking his phone and stretching his shoulders. The day had been long, but not unbearable. He glanced at the time—just past 11 PM. He wanted to make it out to meet the woman who could stand to be around Toji for longer than 5 minutes, but business had to be handled.

Toji was probably still out with his group, which meant he was either three drinks in or already being egged into a round of arm-wrestling.

Shaking his head, Nanami grabbed his phone again and scrolled to Toji’s contact, pressing call.

The line rang twice before a gruff, familiar voice answered. “Yeah?”

Nanami leaned back in his chair. “Still alive, I assume?”

There was a low chuckle on the other end. “Barely. These bastards keep tryin’ to make me drink like I don’t have shit to do in the morning.”

Nanami smirked. “That ‘shit’ wouldn’t happen to be our spar, would it?”

“Depends.” Toji sounded amused. “You gonna actually put up a fight this time, or you still stickin’ to that technical shit?”

Nanami sighed, already used to this brand of provocation. “It’s called strategy, Toji.”

“It’s called boring, Kento.” Toji huffed. “But yeah, we’re still on. What, you thought I’d bail?”

Nanami let a beat pass. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Toji scoffed. “Tch. That was one time, and I had a good reason.”

“Falling asleep doesn’t count as a good reason.”

Toji outright laughed at that, the sound cutting through the noise in the background.

“Fair enough,” he admitted. “Anyway, what’s got you callin’ this late? You miss me?”

Nanami rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth of familiarity in the exchange. “Just checking in. wanted to see how the night out with everyone was.”

“Yeah?” Toji paused. “It’s winding down. Had a few drinks but I think I’m ready to call it a night. You got plans tonight?”

Nanami glanced at his phone, at the last message he’d sent. His fingers drummed against the table. “Nothing too pressing. Once I finished with those investors, I just wanted to turn in for the night.”

There was a small beat of silence before Toji spoke again. “Huh. Guess that means I’m not the only one seeing someone interesting lately.”

Nanami’s brows lifted slightly, chuckling as he didn’t take the bait. “Not sure how you got that from me saying I wanted to come straight home.”

“I mean, I couldn’t even tempt you with an old fashioned. Clearly I’ve got competition.”

“See you in the morning, Toji.”

“Yeah, yeah. Try not to dream about me.”

Nanami ended the call before Toji could get another word in, shaking his head at his friend’s usual antics.

Tomorrow, they’d spar like they always did. Just another routine morning between them.

At least, that’s what Nanami told himself.

____

Kento met Toji during his first year in the professional league. Young, no where near impressionable but he was 26 and in the same weight class as the then current reigning heavy weight champ, Toji “Heavenly Heavy-hitter” Fushiguro. Second longest holder of the title until Kento came along and jump started the beginning of the end of Toji’s in ring career:

The seventh round was brutal.

Nanami’s breath was heavy, sweat trailing down his temple as he squared up once more. Across from him, Toji rolled out his shoulders, shaking off the last hit like it was nothing—but Nanami knew better.

He’d felt it. The slight hesitation in Toji’s movement, the way his stance adjusted just a little too late. The man was powerful, aggressive, experienced—but he was also slowing down. He was on the verge of not having enough fight.

Toji grinned through the ache settling in his ribs. “Not bad, kid.”

Nanami didn’t respond. He never did, not in the ring. He just tightened his guard and waited for the next move.

Toji took the bait. He always did.

He lunged, throwing a hook aimed right for Nanami’s side. But Nanami had spent six rounds studying him, learning the way he moved, the way he favored power over precision. And this time, he was ready.

He sidestepped just enough to let the punch skim past before snapping forward, a clean right uppercut landing square under Toji’s chin.

The impact sent a sharp crack through the arena. Toji’s head snapped back, his stance faltering—then, just as quickly, Nanami followed up with a left cross, striking right through Toji’s loose guard to his ribs.

Toji’s body swayed before his legs finally gave out.

The crowd erupted as the referee rushed in, starting the count.

Nanami didn’t move. He stood still, heart pounding, waiting. Toji groaned from the mat, blinking up at the lights above him. He could hear the count, knew his time was running out—but for once, he didn’t push himself to rise.

Every time he was asked when was he going to retire his answer was always “When someone knocks me out and the heavens open. That’ll be my time.”

And it did. That day, in front of millions, Toji happily accepted retirement and handed over the title to Kento “Time Keeper” Nanami

“…Shit.” A breathy chuckle left his lips as he exhaled through his nose, tasting copper. “Guess that’s that.”

The count hit ten.

The fight was over.

Nanami had won.

When the referee raised his hand, he barely registered the cheers. His gaze remained on Toji as the man was helped to keep standing up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Nanami braced himself for bitterness—resentment, maybe.

Instead, Toji smirked, wiping blood from his lip. “Didn’t think a rookie could drop me like that.” He embraced him, speaking directly into his ear. “You got me.”

Nanami took a slow breath before finally speaking. “You made me really fight for it. But you underestimated me.”

Toji scoffed. “That won’t happen again.”

It didn’t.

In the weeks that followed, Toji reached out—not as a sore loser, but as someone who saw something in Nanami that others hadn’t. They trained together, Toji pushing Nanami beyond what his previous coaches had dared to and they became the duo of there time.

And when Nanami eventually retired early from the ring 7 years later, it wasn’t the end of their dynamic.

It was just the beginning.

The cadenced sound of gloves smacking against pads filled the air as Toji and Nanami circled each other in the ring, sweat glistening on their skin under the overhead lights. It wasn’t a serious match—just an easy back-and-forth, a way to stay sharp and kill time between training sessions and before a final investors meeting.

“You’ve been looking a little distracted, pretty boy,” Toji smirked, ducking under a jab before landing a playful tap against Nanami’s ribs. “What’s got you all caught up in your head?”

Nanami exhaled sharply, stepping back and rolling his shoulders. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Toji’s grin widened. “No shit? Me too.” He danced back on the balls of his feet, shaking out his hands. “Met her here at the gym actually. She’s different from the usual crowd—fun, smart. Real easy to talk to.”

“She a boxer? Or just looking to train.” Nanami leaned back against the ropes, rolling his neck before beginning to remove his gloves.

“She came in wanting to sign up for some beginners kickboxing courses. We did some friendly sparring and it turned into a whole thing.”

Kento smirked. “A whole thing he says.” He smoothed his hair back and raised his eyebrows, amazed at how casually Toji was talking about this. “So clearly she isn’t just some fling. Shes meeting friends and even has you going to bed before 2 am on a Friday.”

Toji smacked his lips and laughed. “She’s a great girl. Sweet, really into her books and interest. I really dig her.”

“Well good. Maybe now you’ll stop trying to drag me out of the house since you have someone else to take with you.”

“I’ll never stop trying.” Toji grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. “So how about you? Where’d you meet your girl?”

Kento slid his glasses back on, nodding. “I met mine at the store.”

“The store?” Toji barked a laugh, throwing a lazy hook that Nanami effortlessly deflected. “What, she bump into you in the bakery section and you share a baguette?”

Nanami sighed, but there was a small smirk threatening at the corner of his mouth. “She enjoys sweets, conventions and historical fantasy, We ran into each other in about 5 different aisles and I ended up asking her out for lunch. She’s is really something special. Intelligent, kind. Kinda quirky. Like a breath of fresh air.”

“Look at Time Keeper, Kento. All ready to settle down.”

“Its only been a few months.” He spoke firmly, his thoughts now drifting to you as he visualized how he saw you last. Hair in twist, gold cuffs dawned on every other strand as you sat in his lap. “But I think she’s good for me. Definitely getting me out of my comfort zone with the conventions she wants to take me to.”

Toji hummed, stepping back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “She’d probably like my girl. She’s into anime and other pop culture events. She had me way across town looking for trinkets. She’s got a weird thing for those little anime snacks—Demon Slayer, I think?” He shook his head, amused.

“She gets these ones with a little prize inside. Has me looking for one of a guy named... Gyomei?”

Nanami froze mid-step. His stance didn’t change, but there was a flicker of realization in his sharp gaze. He blinked once. Then twice.

“…Gyomei.” The name left his lips like a heavy revelation.

Toji raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. What’s up?”

Nanami sighed, unraveling the tape from his hands, thinking, movements deliberate. “Is she also looking for one with white hair?”

“Tengen.” they spoke in unison.

“It’s the same woman.” Kento couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle, head now swimming at the actual thought of dating the same person as Toji.

For a beat, there was silence. Then Toji’s grin stretched wider, a chuckle building in his chest before spilling into full-blown laughter. “Oh, this is rich.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking his head. “So, we’ve been dating the same girl this whole time?”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “It appears so.”

Toji leaned on the ropes, still chuckling. “Well, well, Ken. We’ve got a problem.”

“I don’t see a problem. I’m not planning on stepping back.”

Toji grinned. “Good. You shouldn’t.”

“You don’t plan on doing so either. I see.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Toji smirked. “We both think highly of her.”

“We do. And I personally don’t want to give any ultimatums. We’re adults.”

Soooo… you wanna mess with her a little? Just to make her heart race a little.”

Nanami sighed, rubbing his temple. “I have an idea…but what do you have in mind?”

____________________

Toji has asked you out for an impromptu lunch since he’d been busy in the last week. Kento had also been a bit busy, explaining that his business partner had some final plans that he needed to sign off on before the end of the week.

So you seemingly decided to enjoy the slow down of your dating life while they lived their lives.

You walked into Toji’s gym, looking around until your eyes landed on the two gentlemen.

Toji and Nanami standing there—side by side, arms crossed, staring at you like they were holding onto some ridiculous secret.

“I..” your mouth dried immediately as they looked at you.

“How are you, honey?”

“Why do you look like you just solved a case?” you asked cautiously.

Toji grinned. “Because we did, sweetheart. A case of double dating.”

Your stomach dropped.

Nanami sighed, adjusting his tie. “To be clear, we’re not upset.”

You felt heat rush to your face. “I—okay, I know this looks bad.” You exhaled, rubbing the skin between your thumb and pointer. “I just… I should’ve figured things out sooner. Made a choice.”

Toji’s grin widened. “Oh, babe, we’re not mad at ya for that.”

Nanami, standing beside him with his usual air of composure, nodded. “There’s no need to choose.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “…What?”

Toji slung an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, smirking. “See, me and Kento here? We’re great with sharing.”

Nanami closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if regretting his life choices, but ultimately didn’t deny it.

You blinked at them, trying to process. “So… you’re both okay with this?”

Nanami exhaled. “We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since neither of us intends to walk away, we believe it’s best to set some ground rules.”

Toji leaned in slightly, his voice teasing. “That is… if you’re down to handle both of us.”

Your heart pounded. These men were dangerous. Not in a physical way—no, in the way that made it way too easy to fall for them.

Still, you bit your lip, a little skeptical. “And what exactly are these rules?”

Nanami, ever the rational one, began listing them off. “No favoritism. We split time equally.”

Toji shrugged. “Yeah, no sneaky sleepovers with one of us more than the other. And don’t think you can butter me up with extra kisses. I see through that.”

You snorted. “You literally love when I do that.”

Toji smirked. “…Maybe.”

Nanami continued, “We’ll have a set schedule. Communication is key.”

“Right, so like… a shared calendar?” you teased.

Toji laughed. “Shit, yeah. Google Calendar, color-coded for ‘Toji time’ and ‘Nanami time.’”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “I refuse to let this relationship be reduced to an appointment system.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. “…And what do I get out of this?”

Toji leaned in, voice low and full of promise. “Two boyfriends who’ll spoil the hell outta you with affections and time.”

Nanami sighed but, in the end, nodded. “What we feel for you is undeniable. And we both agree that having you in our lives has been good for us separately. So why not together? If you’re comfortable with that of course.”

A slow smile spread across your lips. “…Alright. Deal.”

Toji grinned. “Good girl.”

Nanami exhaled, already bracing for the chaos ahead. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Toji clapped him on the back. “You’ll live, big guy.”

_____

The evening had been perfect.

Toji and Kento had gone all out—candles, soft music, and a dinner that could rival any five-star restaurant. Nanami had taken charge of the main course, ensuring it was plated with precision, while Toji handled the dessert with an almost smug confidence. Between the two of them, they had created the perfect night in.

Now, as dinner wound down, you sat between them at the candlelit table, feeling the warmth of good food, wine, and their undivided attention.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, refilled your glass before meeting your gaze. “So, was your first Valentines Day with us up to your standards?”

Toji smirked, leaning back in his chair, fingers lazily tapping against his wine glass. “Yeah, sweetheart, we do good?”

You sighed dramatically, swirling your wine. “I don’t know… I think I expected a bit more.”

Toji raised a brow. “More?”

Nanami’s lips twitched. “We made you a three-course meal. Bought your favorite wine. There are literal rose petals on the floor.”

You hummed, dragging your finger along the rim of your glass. “I mean… it was nice.”

Toji narrowed his eyes, catching onto your teasing. “Nice?”

Nanami exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “She’s playing with us.”

Toji chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, I see how it is. You wanna mess with us a little?”

You shrugged, taking a slow sip of wine. “Maybe.”

Nanami tilted his head, studying you before he decided to play along. “Alright. What would have made it better?” His voice was smooth, warm, full of that dangerous charm.

Toji smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Yeah, babe, what’s missing? Candles not romantic enough? Food not to your liking?” He rested his chin on his hand. “Or maybe you just wanted something a little more… hands-on?”

Your stomach flipped.

Nanami, not to be outdone, set his wine glass down, his voice calm but laced with mischief. “We could take notes for next time. If there’s something specific you were hoping for… you should tell us.”

Your breath caught slightly. They were good at this.

Toji grinned, seeing you falter for a moment. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were real confident a second ago.”

Your eyes flicked between them, their expectant gazes practically daring you to respond. So, you did.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table, your voice dropping into something just as teasing. “You two are awfully competitive for men who are supposedly great with sharing.”

Nanami’s lips parted slightly, and Toji let out a low chuckle.

“Oh, she’s getting cocky now,” Toji mused, tapping his fingers against the table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “I mean, if you two are trying to outdo each other for me… I should probably sit back and let you.”

Toji let out a sharp laugh, pushing back his chair. “Damn, babe.” He glanced at Nanami. “You hear that? She wants us to fight for her.”

Nanami took a slow sip of wine, then placed the glass down carefully. He met your gaze, his voice a deliberate, slow burn. “Who said we weren’t already?”

Your pulse jumped.

Toji whistled. “Shit, he’s good.”

Nanami didn’t break eye contact. “I know.”

You suddenly felt very warm.

Toji leaned in, his grin all sharp edges. “So, babe… since we both aim to please,” he drawled, “why don’t you tell us who’s winning so far?”

Nanami lifted a brow. “Yes. I’d love to hear your answer.”

You exhaled, a slow smirk forming as you met both of their gazes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Toji grinned. “Oh, we’re in trouble.”

-==========

“Meet me in the bedroom in exactly 4 minutes.” You kissed their cheeks and pranced down the hallway.

“What does your girlfriend have in store for us?” Toji finished drying the wine glasses and placed them in the cabinet. “You think she bought us some assless chaps?”

Kento sighed, wiping the table one last before taking his apron off and leaning against the counter. “Now shes my girlfriend when she’s up to no good.”

“Yet nothing on the assless chaps? I knew you were a freak, Nanami.”

That managed to get a laugh out of Kento. “Just so we’re clear, she is probably prepping for some intense night of passion. So keeping it to the standard?”

“Standard? Toji doesn’t just do standard anything. Our girl may want to wow us. Who am I to say no to the best revue in the city.”

“Then just let her lead us. First time where we are sharing her at once so lets make sure she’s feeling in control.”

Both men swore there was power in the way you pleaded without saying a word.

They thought you’d be just as stubborn in bed. A brat to tame with a mouth to keep occupied. But you gave yourself to them. Willingly. And that in itself was more powerful than anything.

“I’m ready!” you called out in a light-some tone.

Kento and Toji stilled themselves before they walked down the hall, single file style and were met with only a sigh they could only call a heavenly one.

“”Happy Valentines Day, gentlemen.” you sat in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a t shirt with “I heart my boyfriends” splayed across the chest.

Kento took a step forward first, his eyes going immediately to your hips that had no chance of hiding under your shirt as you sat on your knees. “That is quite the shirt, honey.”

“The gift that keeps on giving.” practically salivating at the way you looked up at them, yearning for them without saying a word. He paced himself making it to the side of the bed. “You look stunning, baby.”

Nanami, ever the charismatic one, sat behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, as he began to sing a low, sensual melody. "You're exquisite," he whispered between verses, "a work of art, a goddess made flesh. Tonight, we worship you."

Toji, ever the sensualist, began his ministrations by kneeling, slowly helping you untuck your knees as he trailed soft kisses up your inner thigh, his fingertips leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he murmured, "Nanami, I think we should have a taste test first. You’ll have to make sure our girl keeps still. I want to taste you, my love. I need to feel her come undone on my tongue."

Nanami chuckled, “I’ll make sure she keeps focused.”

Toji let out a throaty rumble and the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure through you, before he settled between your legs. He started with teasing licks nips at your inner thigh, his thumb running up your glistening slit to your clit. He savored your essence as he brought his thumb to his tongue before delving in with a long, slow lick up your slit. His tongue was skilled, knowing just how to curl and flick to drive you wild.

Nanami kept up his sweet talk, one hand cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other slid down to rub slow circles around your clit, amplifying the sensations Toji was creating. "Look at him, honey. You feel him? Feel his tongue tasting you. That's it, my dear," he purred, his lips lingering at your ear as he kneaded your breast. "Isn’t Toji taking good care of you honey?”

Toji increased his pace, humping into the bed as his hardening length couldn’t stop twitching. He practically pistoned into the sheets, edging himself as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tonguing it rapidly as he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right. The dual stimulation was too much, and with a cry of ecstasy, you came undone, your walls clenching around Toji's fingers as he lapped up your release. “Toji, fuck!”

"Beautiful," Toji said, surfacing with a satisfied grin, your juices glistening on his chin as he worked his fingers until your thighs closed. He sat up and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Nanami smirked, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

Breathless from your intense climax, you felt a surge of desire to return the favor, to make your lovers feel as incredible as you did in that moment. Toji and Kento exchanged a knowing look, a silent communication passing between them. They were competitive, yes, but only in their shared goal of giving you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

“You know hun,” Toji stood “I think Kento has been a little wound up tight lately.”

Kento released you from his embrace and reclined back on the bed as Toji helped you to your knees.

“And I’d hate to be too wound up and not enjoy our time together.”

One arm tucked behind his head in a show of casual confidence, Kento unzipped his pants and like a spring, his cock jutted out proudly, hard and ready, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

Emboldened, you crawled down their bodies, taking a moment to admire the qualities of their physiques. They were both exquisite in their own way, and you felt like you’d won the lottery with getting to have them all at once.

Starting at Kento's thigh, you mirrored Toji's earlier actions, trailing kisses and licks up to his groin. You could feel him shudder beneath your touch, his breath catching in his throat. Encouraged, you took his length in your hand, stroking him slowly as you flicked your tongue out to taste the pearl of pre-cum.

"Fuck," Kento gasped, his hips twitching upwards seeking more of your touch. "Your mouth feels incredible."

You took him into your mouth then, sinking down until you could feel the coarse blonde hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose. You held him there, swallowing around him, relishing the feeling of his thickness stretching your throat. He tensed, eyes closing while failing to keep a guttural grunt from escaping his lips

While you pleasured Kento with your mouth, you felt Toji shifting, getting up to stand behind you. He gripped your hips, kissing your bottom softly and biting before he pulling them up and back until you were on your hands and knees, your ass raised and presented to him. You felt the blunt head of his cock prodding at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your clit. And then, with one smooth thrust, he was inside you.

"Oh god," you moaned around Kento's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and the taste of him overwhelming your senses. Toji set a slow, deep pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, his hips pressing against your ass.

The room filled with a symphony of sounds - the slick, obscene noises of flesh meeting flesh as Toji thrust into you, your muffled moans around Kento's cock, their grunts and curses of pleasure. It was a sensual ballet, a dance of passion and desire, with you as the centerpiece.

Kento tangled a hand in your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed up and down on his length. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged. “All the way.”

How your eyes glistened and teared up made him want to lose his mind. He cupped your face as you slowly massaged his balls.

You continued to take Kento deep, your lips stretching around his girth, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with the slap of Toji's hips against your ass and your own wanton moans.

Toji gripped your hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he picked up his pace. “Like a fucking glove.” He gritted through his teeth. “So fucking tight, mama.”

He was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, that perfect angle that made stars explode behind your eyelids. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, you could feel another orgasm building already.

Toji leaned down, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel incredible," he grunted, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust. He smiled up at Kento and with a huff, Kento grinned. “Our angel baby is doing so so good>”

Kento, not wanting to be left out, started to thrust up into your mouth, fucking your face with shallow, quick movements. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. "I'm getting close, sweetheart. You want my cum sweetheart? Will you swallow it all like a good girl?"

you begged without a word, nodding eagerly while you kept your pace of taking him whole while he bucked his hips up

“Fuck its coming, fuck fuck,” with a thrust deep one last time, he held your head in place as he exploded in your mouth. You felt his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes down your throat. You swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.”Fuck, look at my sweet baby.”

His dirty talk, combined with Toji's relentless pounding, pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream around Kento's cock, your pussy clamping down around Toji like a vice. The sensation of your walls fluttering and squeezing around him was too much for Toji.

“God thats it, thats it, take it baby,” With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting out, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside of you.

As they both started to come down, you collapsed forward onto Kento's chest, Toji falling atop you, his softening cock still nestled inside your dripping pussy. The three of you lay tangled together, panting and sated, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my loves," you murmured, nuzzling into Kento's neck, Toji's lips finding your neck, leaving a soft kiss.

“Gonna go start her bath, take care of our girl?” Toji lightly tapped Kento’s leg as he got up slowly.

Kento waited a beat, kissing the top of your head as he lightly ran his fingers down your back. ‘You feeling okay?”

You didn’t respond quickly, a minute passing before he realized you’d fallen asleep.

“Honey?”

“You want the cocoa and vanilla soap or the lavender?” Toji came out of the bathroom, holding two bottles of soap and looked up to see your eyes closed against Kento’s chest. “Oh. She’s out.”

Kento chuckled, “Like a light. Lets give her a bit of time to rest before we get her in the bath.”

Toji nodded in agreement, sitting the bottles on the dresser before gently sitting and joining you both back in bed. He brushed your hair from your face and kissed your temple.

“So when she wakes up, I’m carrying her to the bath.” Toji whispered while looking at you.

Kento grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist“ And why do you get to? I’m sure you’re tired, old man. I’m happy to do the lifting.”

“I can’t even get a nap in without you two having a dick measuring contest.”

Toji smiled and placed his arm around you also. “It’s out of love.”

“Yes. Love and the title I took from him. The title where I retired hi-”

“Okaaay, okay.” Toji reached over to cover Kento’s mouth, “Now is not the time.”

You tried hiding your laugh but Kento had to keep going. “It was a day I recall easily. Toji was tired, looking for a chance to show he still had it.”

“This is my thirteenth reason why.”

#nanami kento #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #nanguro #toji x reader #toji x reader x nanami #fushinami #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic

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boom-butterflyeffect · 1 day ago

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Would you be able to write about the reader staying with Josh in the shed and like actually comforting him?

anon i love you

no because he would so desperately NEED it

maybe after chris too has gone back to the lodge with mike, you think it would just be better to stay with him, just to be safe, and despite everything that he's done, it breaks your heart to see him like this, rambling nonsense, his eyes are all wide, he keeps yelling at everyone and he just seems so out of it

just staying sat beside him, patting his knee.

"You're gonna be okay, Josh." it's just a simple reassurance, and you can't tell if he's really listening based on the way he just seems to stare, still mumbling things about you guys being stupid and dumb

"I don't think you killed Jess, Josh." you reassure him. "I don't know what happened with her and Mike, but I believe you, okay?"

this seems to catch his attention a little bit

"I- yeah, no- um- that's not... I didn't kill Jess, I-"

"Shh, shh, I know. It's okay. You were just trying to scare us, weren't you?"

"I-.. yeah- um..." he seems to be calming down as you talk through it with him, just rubbing your thumb back and forth on his knee in a steady rhythm to try and help him relax.

It's like you can see relief in his eyes. But amidst it, uncertainty. He's still visibly not very stable, occasionally muttering things that you can't quite make out, but he's not yelling anymore, or cursing, or insulting people. You wonder if what you have in mind could help him.

"Y'know, Josh, your prank worked. I think everyone was very scared." you tell him. It's a silly, childish, somewhat uncertain little laugh, but it's a laugh that you get from him, much better than all the reactions Mike and Chris had gotten from him.

"Bunch'a scaredy cats." he giggles a little, like a mischievous little kid.

"Mhm, we were. But the prank is over now, right? All finished up? We can go back to looking after each other now, and being best friends."

He seems to think about it, a difficult task given everything currently going on in his head. He just nods. The mention of the prank seemed to dampen his smile a little.

"It's okay. I know you didn't want any of us to get hurt." you say, and he does... start to look a tad remorseful. But it's a slightly off expression, like he isn't too sure how he should feel. Understandable.

The two of you sit there in the quiet for a little longer, and he slowly but surely seems to settle down. He doesn't talk a whole lot, but it's okay. You continue to just speak to him, keep him focused on you, instead of on whatever his brain seemed to be plaguing him with.

Even after everything, he's still you guys' best friend. He didn't do any of it because he's a bad guy. He was unwell. Not the Josh you guys know and love. But you made sure to reassure him that you'd support him and care for him as much as you can. And he listens. He doesn't say much back, but he listens. And for the first time in all this, he seems much more calm.

<3 that's all i can think of rn (i just woke up) but i LOVE josh comfort

also please be aware that i am no expert when it comes to mental health issues or how to deal with them, this is just a fictional scenario written with the intention of comfort, so actions and reactions exhibited by the characters may not be precise to real life behaviours exhibited by people with the same struggles, thank you! <3

#until dawn #josh washington #comfort

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aller-geez · 2 days ago

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ok so i have an idea !!

a scenario where A and B go to a party but since A doesn't feel well (they have a nasty cold, their nose tickles uncontrollably and feel completely miserable), they both hide in an empty room so B can help A to induce some sneezes and get all that congestion out 💞

Finally finished this req for you, Nonny! Thanks so much for your req, it was fun to write ngl 😭😂

After talking it over with Kezzi, we both agreed this sounds like a RemixLevi snzario, with Levi as A and Remi as B, so I hope this satisfies your vision, cause it did for me 🫠🫠

Wrecked, Restless, & Really Congested

Written & Illustrated by: allergeez

Summary: Wrecked, Reckless, and Really Congested follows Remi and Levi as they navigate a chaotic house party hosted by Rexar Fang, the rowdy frontman of the trap metal band Toad Biscuit. Remi, initially reluctant to go, agrees to support Rex—especially since his usual handler, Kriia, is out sick. Unfortunately, Levi catches the same miserable cold Kriia had, but refuses to let Remi go alone, knowing how reckless he and Rex get together.

Amidst loud music, drinking challenges, and an increasingly miserable Levi trying to fight off relentless sneezes and congestion, the night takes a turn when Remi decides to help him find some relief—leading to playful teasing, quiet moments away from the crowd, and unexpected intimacy.

5k words, CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT!! @thekinkyleopard owns Levi as always 🖤

CW:

Alcohol Consumption & Intoxication – Heavy drinking and partying are central to the story.

Cold/Illness Themes – Detailed descriptions of illness symptoms, including sneezing, congestion, and fever.

Mild Sensory Content – Descriptions of discomfort and physical sensations related to illness.

Explicit Content – Explicit description of sex or content relating to sex between characters.

Strong Language – Frequent swearing and crude humor, especially from Rexar.

The night air was thick with the electric buzz of bass-heavy music and the scent of sweat, cheap beer, and faint traces of cigarette smoke. The house party was already in full swing by the time Remi and Levi pushed their way through the crowded living room, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder, pulsating with the chaotic energy that followed Rexar Fang everywhere he went.

Remi hadn’t wanted to come. He had made that abundantly clear when Rex first asked, grumbling that he had better things to do than babysit a bunch of overhyped metalheads getting blackout drunk while his best friend set something on fire for fun. But Rex had insisted, pouting like an overgrown child and reminding him that Kriia—his girlfriend and the band’s unofficial but terrifyingly efficient merch manager—was out sick and wouldn’t be there to keep him in check.

"I need moral support," Rex had said, leaning against Remi’s shoulder dramatically. "And someone to get drunk with."

Remi had rolled his eyes but eventually caved, much to Levi’s amusement.

But then Levi got sick.

The morning of the party, he had woken up sniffling, his freckled nose pink and runny, and his normally sharp ice-blue eyes bleary with fever. He had groaned softly, rubbing at his face as Remi perched on the edge of the bed, frowning.

“You don’t have to come,” Remi had said, his voice unusually gentle. “Seriously, you look miserable. I’ll go, have a drink with Rex, and be back before midnight. No big deal.”

Levi had cracked one watery eye open, giving him a skeptical look. “Remi, I know how you and Rex are when you’re alone together. You’re a terrible influence on each other.”

Remi smirked at that, stretching his arms over his head before flashing Levi a sheepish grin. “That’s… fair.”

And so, despite the fever and the congestion, Levi had downed some cold medicine, thrown on one of Remi’s oversized jackets, and forced himself off the couch.

Which was how they ended up here—Levi looking like death warmed over, wrapped up in Remi’s leather jacket for warmth, and Remi already half-dreading whatever chaos Rex was about to drag him into.

The music from the garage-turned-stage was loud, vibrating through the floorboards as Toad Biscuit played their final set. Rex’s guttural screams echoed through the house, his voice a harsh growl over the relentless chug of guitars and the pounding drums. Someone had definitely set off fireworks in the backyard. The air was heavy with adrenaline, booze, and whatever else people were smoking, and Remi was already wondering why he let himself get talked into these things.

He glanced down at Levi, who was huddled beside him, sniffling softly into his sleeve. His pale skin was flushed from the fever, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion. His freckled nose twitched, his breath hitching slightly, and before Remi could say anything, Levi turned away with a harsh, stifled sneeze.

“Hhh—Hihh’GXXTsh! Snfhh.”

Remi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure you don’t wanna go home?”

Levi sniffled thickly, straightening up as he gave Remi a tired glare. “Not until I make sure you don’t let Rex burn the place down.”

Remi chuckled, draping an arm around Levi’s shoulders. “That’s fair.”

Across the room, Rex caught sight of them and grinned wildly, his grey and red eyes flashing with mischief as he grabbed two bottles from the counter and started weaving through the crowd toward them.

“Well,” Remi muttered, watching him approach. “Here we go..”

Rex pushed through the sea of bodies with an exaggerated swagger, his sharp grin wide and wild as he swung an arm around Remi’s shoulders and shoved one of the bottles into his chest. “There’s my favorite fucking wolf!” he crowed, his voice already rough with alcohol and whatever reckless energy fueled him on a daily basis. “Was starting to think you were dodging me.”

Remi rolled his eyes but smirked as he took the bottle, twisting off the cap with one flick of his thumb. “Yeah, yeah,” he drawled. “I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t show up, right?”

“Damn right you wouldn’t,” Rex barked a laugh, tipping his own bottle back and downing a mouthful like it was water. “Kriia’s out, and that means I need you to be my chaos partner tonight.” He waggled his brows, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Gotta make up for all the stupid shit I could’ve been doing if she were here to yell at me.”

Levi, wrapped up in Remi’s leather jacket, snuffled wetly into his sleeve before cutting Rex a glare. “Or, and hear me out, you don’t set anything on fire, and we all make it through the night without having to evacuate,” he said, voice hoarse and dripping with congestion.

Rex squinted at him for a moment, as if processing the words through the thick fog of his own drunken thoughts. Then he burst into laughter, clapping Levi on the back. “Dude. That’s adorable. You think you have control over this situation.”

Levi groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is exactly why I didn’t let Remi come here alone.”

Remi chuckled, taking a casual sip from his bottle before slinging an arm around Levi’s shoulders again. “Understandable,” he admitted, though there was already a familiar spark in his green, glowing eyes—the kind that only ignited when Rexar was around.

Rex nudged Remi with his elbow, winking. “Alright, man. I need to see if you’ve still got it. Six shots. Back to back. Right now.”

Remi snorted, shaking his head, but there was no real protest behind it. He could already feel the party pulling him in, Rex’s reckless energy as contagious as ever. As he let himself be dragged toward the counter where the shots were being poured, he caught Levi’s exhausted but knowing look.

“Don’t die,” Levi muttered.

“No promises,” Remi shot back with a grin.

The party was in full swing, chaotic and loud, just the way Rexar Fang liked it.

Remi hadn’t even been here for an hour, and he’d already been dragged into taking six shots back to back with Rex, who had clapped him on the back and laughed like it was some kind of endurance test. The room felt warmer now, his head pleasantly fuzzy, and his usual stoic demeanor had cracked—Rex had that effect on him. His voice was louder, his energy higher, and he was laughing more than he had all week.

“C’mon, Connors!” Rex slurred, throwing an arm around Remi’s shoulders, his wolfish grin wild and unrestrained. “Where’s the fire in you, huh? Thought you could drink!”

“I can drink,” Remi shot back with a tipsy smirk, shaking his head as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re just an idiot with a death wish.”

Rex threw his head back and howled with laughter. “That’s why you love me.”

Remi just snorted, shaking his head. He did not love Rex—at least, not in the way he was suggesting. But he couldn’t deny that something about Rex’s reckless, chaotic energy always drew something out of him, made him lean in just a little more.

It was fun.

But not for Levi.

Levi, poor Levi, was miserable.

He sat curled in Remi’s leather jacket, hunched over on a dilapidated couch, sniffling endlessly. His freckled nose was an irritated pink, and his normally sharp ice-blue eyes were watery and unfocused, dark circles settling under them from exhaustion. His nose was running relentlessly, yet he was somehow still impossibly congested, the pressure building behind his sinuses so badly that his head throbbed.

And the tickle. God, the tickle.

It tormented him, dancing just out of reach, keeping him on the edge of release over and over again only to disappear at the last second. It was infuriating.

“Hhh… hhihh… hh’ihhh… snffhh!”

Levi’s breath stuttered, his pink nostrils quivering, his face frozen in that helpless, pre-sneeze expression. His head tipped back slightly, lips parting, eyes fluttering—only for the sensation to vanish at the last second.

His entire body sagged with frustration, and he let out a hoarse, congested grumble, rubbing furiously at his nose with his sleeve. "Fugkig hell," he muttered breathlessly under his breath, scrubbing at the ticklish underside of his nostrils, trying to coax the sneeze back out.

Remi, still buzzed, still grinning at whatever nonsense Rex had been spouting before he wandered off to play beer pong, glanced down at Levi and blinked.

For a second, his expression softened.

Then, an idea sparked in his tipsy brain.

His gaze flickered around the party, assessing the situation. No one was paying attention to them—Rex was somewhere in the mass of bodies, too busy screaming over the music or flipping a table or whatever dumb thing he was doing now. No one would notice if they disappeared for a bit.

Remi turned back to Levi, his smirk returning. “Hey,” he said, his voice low, playful. “Come this way for a second with me.”

Levi, still sniffling and rubbing at his nose, blinked blearily at him. “W-why?” he croaked, his voice completely wrecked.

“Just come on,” Remi murmured, already taking his wrist and tugging him gently up from the couch.

Levi stumbled slightly, still disoriented from the congestion pressing down on his sinuses, but he followed, sniffling softly as he tried (and failed) to look stern. “R-Rem, what—?”

Remi didn’t answer. He guided him through the packed bodies, down a narrow hallway where the noise began to thin. They passed a few doorways, some cracked open to reveal coats piled on beds or couples making out, but Remi didn’t stop until they reached the end of the hall.

He pushed open a random door, revealing a dimly lit guest bedroom, unused and eerily quiet compared to the chaos of the party outside.

Levi, still sniffling, pulled back slightly. “Remi, w-we cad’t jusd go idto—”

Remi ignored him, smirking as he pulled Levi inside and shut the door silently behind them.

The sudden quiet was almost jarring. The only sounds were the muffled bass of the music outside and Levi’s damp, congested snuffles.

Remi turned on the lamp, the dim glow illuminating Levi’s utterly miserable expression. His freckled face was flushed, his red nose twitching helplessly, his breath still hitching ever so slightly. He was trying to glare at Remi, trying to look annoyed at being dragged away from the party, but it was impossible to take seriously when his breath kept stuttering and his watery eyes were half-lidded with irritation.

Remi chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You look so pathetic right now.”

Levi scowled—or, well, tried to. “Fugk you,” he rasped weakly, sniffling hard.

But then his breath caught again, his lips parting, his nostrils flaring. He hovered there on the edge, right on the cusp of relief—only for it to fade away again.

“Ughhh,” Levi groaned miserably, scrubbing at his nose again. “Id’s right—hhehh—righd t-there…! Snffhh!”

Remi just smirked. “Yeah?” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “You need some help with that?”

Levi blinked up at him, dazed, confused, a little too feverish and miserable to even process the implication of that statement.

Remi, however, already had a plan forming in his booze-fueled brain.

And he was about to have some fun with it.

Levi was still hanging there, his breath hitching sharply, his tired, fevered face stuck in that frustrating pre-sneeze limbo. His nostrils flared helplessly, pink and irritated, his ice-blue eyes fluttering, watery and unfocused. But just like before, the sneeze taunted him, tickling relentlessly but refusing to fully release.

He let out a congested, exhausted whimper, scrubbing at his nose in frustration. “R-Remi, I c-cad’t— hhuhhh… snffhh! —I cad’t g-get id out!”

Remi, still a little buzzed, smirked as the I dea turned into a plan.

"Here," he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Let me help.”

Before Levi could protest, Remi reached out and gently—slowly—took hold of Levi’s chin between his fingers. His grip was firm but careful, his rough, calloused fingers somehow warm against Levi’s feverish skin.

Levi froze instinctively at the touch, his breath still stuttering, his body already leaning slightly into Remi’s hold.

Remi tilted the cat’s face up slightly, his green eyes glowing with arousal as he let his other hand lift. He raised his index finger and, with deliberate slowness, dragged his fingernail from the bridge of Levi’s pink, irritated nose all the way down to the very tip.

The effect was immediate.

Levi’s breath hitched violently, his whole body trembling with the sudden, overwhelming tickle that bloomed deep in his sinuses. His lips parted, his nostrils twitching desperately as his shoulders shuddered.

"Hhh—hihhh—hH’EXTSH’ue!! Hah’ESHHh‘uh!! HET’Shhh’eu! Eh’schh’iue!!”

He barely had time to turn his head to the side, sneezing freely into the air. The sneezes were wet and breathless, leaving him gasping between each desperate release.

“H'ptschu! Hhih’eeshiew! H’etshhiEW! Hihhh— Hihh’EXTSH’ue! hH’EiSCH’iiew!!”

By the time the fit passed, Levi was left panting softly, his cheeks burning both from exertion and embarrassment.

Remi chuckled, looking far too pleased with himself. “Feel better?” he teased, still holding Levi’s chin gently between his fingers. “At least that’s gotta be better than all those false starts you’ve been fighting all night.”

Levi, still breathless, sniffled thickly, his freckled nose twitching slightly as he swatted Remi’s hand away. “Y-you’re ad asshole,” he rasped, but the congested grumble in his voice robbed it of any real bite. He sniffled again, rubbing his sleeve under his nose before reluctantly muttering, “…but yeah, that did help a little. Took some of the pressure off my sinuses.”

Remi grinned, smug but affectionate. “Told ya,” he said, ruffling Levi’s damp fauxhawk.

Levi grumbled again, swatting at his hand before giving his nose a few thick, liquid sniffs. His sinuses were still unbearably full, but at least he wasn’t stuck in an endless cycle of false starts anymore.

Remi, still smirking, turned toward the nightstand, eyeing the brand-new tissue box sitting neatly in a fancy holder. He plucked one from the top, rolling the tip of it carefully between his fingers until it became a pointed, delicate twist.

He turned back to Levi, his glowing green eyes mischievous.

“Alright,” he murmured, holding up the tissue like a makeshift tool. “Wanna see if we can clear all of that congestion up?”

Levi eyed the rolled-up tissue in Remi’s hand, his ice-blue eyes bleary and wary, but ultimately resigned. He knew that look in Remi’s glowing green gaze—mischievous, teasing, but also brimming with a kind of gentle affection that he could never quite resist.

At least Remi hadn’t brought flowers. Or, worse, that damn chhinkni.

Levi still remembered the last time Remi had gotten his hands on some chhinkni, all too amused by how violently it had sent Levi into a spiraling sneezing fit. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom just to get away from the smug bastard before he completely lost his mind.

So, all things considered, a tissue was fine.

Levi sighed, utterly defeated, before sniffling thickly. “F-fide,” he croaked, voice shredded and raw. “Bud... led be blow by dose first. Snffhh! By sdeezes have beed a liddle... messy lately…”

Remi chuckled at that, the sound low and affectionate, his lips curving into a fond smirk. “Of course,” he murmured, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box and passing them over.

Levi took them gratefully, pressing the soft layers firmly to his red, twitchy nose. He inhaled deeply through his mouth, gearing up, and then—

“Hhhnnnghhfff! Snrrfffhh!”

The sound was thick, liquid, and intensely productive, the tissues quickly filling as he cleared out some of the congestion clogging his sinuses. He winced, swallowing as he glanced up at Remi with a sheepish, embarrassed look.

But Remi wasn’t judging him.

If anything, he looked pleased, leaning back slightly, one arm draped over his knee, watching Levi with an almost amused kind of fondness. “Better?”

Levi nodded, sniffling softly before balling up the used tissues and tossing them onto the nightstand. “A liddle,” he admitted, voice still congested but at least slightly less thick.

Remi grinned, patting the empty space on the bed in front of him. “Alright. C’mere, kitten.”

Levi huffed at the nickname but obeyed, shuffling onto the bed, facing Remi, his freckled cheeks still flushed—not just from fever now, but from the absurdity of the situation.

Remi, looking just a little too entertained by all of this, tilted his head slightly and let his voice drop into something lower, smoother. “You ready?”

Levi sniffled once, thick and wet, before nodding hesitantly. “I’b ready…”

Remi smirked but softened as he reached out, gently cupping Levi’s chin in his hand once more, tilting his face up just slightly. Levi, already feeling the tickle lurking deep in his sinuses, let his breath hitch faintly at even that small movement.

Then, slowly—deliberately—Remi lifted the twisted tip of the tissue and traced it along the pinkened, sensitive edges of Levi’s nostrils.

The effect was instant.

Levi’s nose twitched hard, his breath immediately catching in his throat. “Hhh—hhehh…!” His watery eyes fluttered shut, his whole body tensing, his pink nostrils flaring wide as the feathery touch of the tissue teased at the deepest, most ticklish part of his sinuses.

Even just touching the sensitive skin inside was almost enough to make him gasp.

Remi, watching closely, let his lips curl in quiet satisfaction. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice smooth, guiding. “Let it happen.”

Levi barely had a choice. The tickle exploded into something unbearable, a sharp, shuddering sensation that spread from the bridge of his nose all the way to the back of his skull. His lips parted, his head tilting back slightly, the gasping breaths coming in quick, desperate waves—

“Hhhihh—hH’EiSCH’iiew!! Hihh’EXTSH’ue! Hhihhh—hah’ESHHh‘uh!! HET’Shhh’eu!! Eh’schh’iue!!”

Each sneeze bent him forward violently, his freckled nose buried in the tissues Remi had tucked into his free hand just in time. The sneezes were wet, breathless, completely uncontrollable, leaving him gasping for air in between.

Remi, still holding his chin steady, let out a low chuckle, utterly pleased. “Damn, bless you,” he murmured, rubbing a slow, soothing thumb over Levi’s jawline.

Levi barely had time to recover from the first fit before Remi was tilting his chin back up again, his glowing green eyes sharp and focused, his smirk lazy and amused.

“You’re not done yet, Kitten…” he murmured, his voice deep and almost—almost—sounding satisfied.

Levi’s exhausted, watery blue eyes blinked at him sluggishly, his chest still rising and falling unevenly from the last bout of sneezes. “R-Rebi,” he croaked, voice barely above a whisper. He sniffled thickly, gripping the tissues in his hand with trembling fingers. “I—I thidk I’b good, I’b—”

“Mm, nah, I don’t think so,” Remi cut him off, twirling the tip of the tissue deftly between his fingers. “You’re still all stuffed up, and I know you hate that.” His green eyes glowed with something a little darker, something mischievous. His smirk widened as he slowly traced the now damp tissue along the flushed edges of Levi’s twitching, sensitive nose. “Besides,” he added smoothly, “you let me start, so now you gotta let me finish.”

Levi let out a weak, choked sound, already feeling the feathery touch send an immediate, unbearable itch coursing through his sinuses. His nostrils flared wide, his lips parting, his flushed cheeks growing even pinker as the tickle spread mercilessly, faster than before.

“Hhh—h-hahhh…!”

Remi guided the tissue inside, his movements slow, deliberate, teasing. The instant it brushed against the sensitive walls of Levi’s sinuses, his whole body shuddered. His hands clenched in his lap, his breath completely stolen as the tickle bloomed into something utterly overwhelming.

“Thaaat’s it,” Remi murmured approvingly, watching as Levi’s face crumpled, his nostrils quivering desperately around the delicate pressure of the tissue. “Just let it happen, kitten.”

Levi barely had the presence of mind to glare at him before the sneezes finally tore through him.

“Hhh'KSHIEW! H'ihh’tTSCHhiew!! Hhh—! Hihh’EXTSH’ue! HAHHh—! Hhh’ESCHHh’eu!! H’ptschh-! i’hKSHIEW!!”

Each sneeze grew wetter, messier, more forceful, shaking his slender frame with every desperate release. Remi’s firm grip remained on the leopard’s chin, forcing him to sneeze freely into the air, the mess glittering against Remi’s tanned skin. The wolf couldn’t help but bite his lip firmly between his teeth.

As Levi opened his eyes slowly, his breath still shuttering from the intensity of the fit, he caught a glimpse of the animalistic glaze over his mate’s features. He knew that look. There was no reigning the wolf back in now…

As Remi reached out and cupped Levi's face in his hand, he tilted it upwards again, this time with their lips mere centimeters apart. Levi's heart raced, anticipation making him dizzy with desire. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues mingling together in an age-old dance. Levi moaned into the kiss, feeling warmth spread throughout his body.

Remi's hands began to explore the leopard’s body as their mouths moved together in unison. Fingers trailed down Levi's chest and abdomen, teasingly circling around his nipples and making him shiver with delight. When Remi's hand finally reached his mate’s waistband, he gave the bulge there a gentle squeeze that caused Levi to gasp and break away from their kiss.

"Please… touch me," Levi whispered breathlessly as Remi guided him onto his back and slowly peeled both his pants and underwear off in one fluid motion. He watched with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the wolf knelt between his legs, a smirk playing on his lips. Remi’s strong hands grasped Levi's thighs, spreading them apart and revealing his flushed, aching entrance.

He leaned down to press tender kisses on Levi's inner thighs, his warm breath causing the feline to shudder with anticipation.

"You’re so sensitive tonight," Remi murmured deeply against the soft skin of his mate’s thigh, his voice rich with satisfaction.

Levi's exhausted, watery blue eyes blinked at him sluggishly, his chest still rising and falling unevenly from the onslaught of sensation.

As his tongue finally made contact with Levi's entrance, he felt the quivers that coursed through the smaller male's body. Levi whimpered in pleasure, bucking his hips slightly into Remi's face. “Nnngh.. hhh!”

The wolf continued to tease and pleasure Levi with his skilled tongue, licking and prodding at his entrance while occasionally moving upward to stroke along the underside of Levi's erection. He glanced up at Levi, noting the way his fingers clutched at the sheets and how his blue eyes were glazed over with unbridled lust, his pink freckled nose slight scrunched with pleasure.

Remi’s green eyes were so bright they were almost blinding, letting his lips curl in satisfaction. "That's it," he murmured, his voice smooth and guiding. "Doesn’t that feel so much better?"

Levi barely had a choice. The pleasure built up until it became unbearable; every sensation seemed intensified tenfold. His lips parted, gasping breaths coming in quick, desperate waves.

"Ah—oh god! Yes, Remi…please…"

“And what do you want, hm?” Remi urged, his bright green eyes almost blinding from the intensity in the dimly lit bedroom.

Desperate for more contact, Levi arched his back and moaned, "Remi… please… I need you inside me."

This made the wolf smirk, biting his lip between his teeth again. Without further delay, Remi positioned himself at Levi's entrance, guiding the head of his throbbing cock to the tight ring of muscle. He locked eyes with Levi before slowly pushing forward, inch by inch claiming the leopard beneath him as their bodies joined.

Levi gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely, biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan. His fingers clawed at the sheets as he whimpered, "H-hhh—nngh...!"

Remi began to move with slow and deliberate thrusts, each time sinking deeper inside until their bodies were pressed flush together.

"God! Remi!" Levi moaned as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to burst from his very pores.

As their rhythm increased in both speed and intensity, Remi bent down to capture Levi's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together once more as they shared moans and pants of pleasure.

Unable to take any more teasing or restraint, Levi broke from the kiss and pleaded passionately into the wolf’s ear: "Remi… oh god… let me cum..."

His other hand stroked Levi's hard cock in time with the thrusts, applying just enough pressure to keep him on the edge of climax without sending him over. "That's it, kitten," he purred, his hot breath against Levi's ear sending shivers down his spine. "Let me hear you beg for it."

Levi's hips began to jerk erratically as the waves of pleasure crashed over him. "P-please, Rem-mi… I need t-to— Ahh!”

With that final plea, Remi's control snapped and he began thrusting faster and harder, causing Levi's moans to grow louder and more desperate. “That’s it, cum for me, kitten…” Remi commanded in deep, lustful purr.

On the brink of his climax, Levi's body tensed, back arching as he cried out in ecstasy.

Suddenly, Levi couldn't take it anymore. His entire body tensed as he arched off the bed, a sultry moan pouring from his lips as white-hot semen erupted onto both of their stomachs in thick ropes. The force of his climax left him trembling beneath Remi’s firm grip.

With a satisfied smirk, the wolf continued to thrust into him until he too reached his peak, releasing with a guttural growl.

For a moment, the rest of the world fell away and it was only the two of them, Levi’s body still trembling from the force of his orgasm as Remi slowly pulled out, his lips quirked into that trademark smirk of his, but his bright green eyes filled with something dangerous close to affection. He swiped a few more tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiped off the remnants that decorated his mate’s stomach.

“See? Now don’t you feel better?” The wolf mused between ragged pants as he handed Levi his discarded clothes.

Levi responded with an eye roll and an amused huff, a smile playing on his lips as he got dressed again. The air in the guest room was thick with warmth and the lingering scent of sex, but Levi finally felt like he could breathe again. His flushed cheeks were cooling, his sinuses were relieved, and the miserable pressure behind his eyes had faded into a dull hum instead of a relentless throb. He sniffled softly, rubbing the sleeve of Remi’s leather jacket across his nose before giving a content sigh.

“Alright,” he murmured, voice still hoarse but much less congested. “We should probably—snffhh—head back out before people start wond'ring where we wend.”

Remi, sprawled lazily on the bed, still looking way too pleased with himself, smirked at him. “You sure? You look like you’re actually comfortable for the first time tonight.”

Levi rolled his eyes, his cheeks dusted with a soft pink blush, but let out a small, amused huff. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon, before Rex starts burning shots in the air or something.”

Remi chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed before reaching down to take Levi’s hand. With a quick glance toward the door to make sure the coast was clear, he pulled them both out of the dim room and back into the party.

The music was still blaring from the garage, the air was still thick with alcohol and smoke, and the party was still a chaotic mess of bodies and laughter. But for once, Levi didn’t feel like absolute hell while standing in the middle of it. He felt light, more at ease, his usual energy returning bit by bit.

Unfortunately, before they could make it two steps, a familiar, very drunk presence crashed into them from the side.

“THERE you assholes are!” Rex slurred, throwing both arms over Levi and Remi’s shoulders, effectively pulling them both into a sloppy, warm half-hug. “Was wondering where my best fucking friends went!��

Levi let out a startled laugh as he stumbled slightly under the sudden weight of Rex’s embrace, while Remi just grinned, holding steady.

“You guys,” Rex continued, swaying slightly as he spoke, “are the best for coming tonight. Like—fuck, I love you guys. Seriously. I’d set the whole house on fire for you.”

“I know you would,” Levi said, shaking his head, still giggling as he looked away, his face pink—this time not from his cold.

Remi, smug as ever, shot Levi a knowing look before turning back to Rex with a lopsided grin. “Nah, Rex, thanks for inviting us. We had a fun night.”

He tossed Levi a wink, and Levi groaned, reaching up to smack Remi’s arm playfully—but he didn’t disagree.

Rex, squinting between the two of them, clearly drunk enough to sense something but not quite drunk enough to piece it together, just furrowed his brows in slow confusion.

“…What the fuck did I miss?”

Remi just laughed, shaking his head as he slid out from under Rex’s arm. “Nothing, man. Absolutely nothing.”

Levi, still pink-cheeked, ducked away, sniffling one last time before nudging Remi toward the door. “Alright, c’mon, before we really do have to put this place out of a fire.”

With Rex still muttering in tipsy confusion behind them, Remi and Levi made their way toward the exit, their steps light, their shoulders bumping together.

And for once, despite the sneezing, the congestion, and the sheer disaster of the night, Levi couldn’t help but think:

Yeah. That actually was kinda fun.

The end 🖤

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jaxihammer · 4 months ago

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Media literacy and smooshing my little guys together like non-canon compliant barbies should not be mutually exclusive

#I will write a scenario that is so out of character #do the complexities and nuances of these characters mean the world to me? YES #will i throw literally all of that away to make a lil scenario with my GUYS? YES #see the difference is #i can separate my own fanon from canon #healthy blorbo smooshing for the win #yes this is about renee #wolf 359 #w359 #renee minkowski #doug eiffel

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marzipanilla · 6 hours ago

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it's the compelling mediocrity hump. it's why we gotta write so much fanfic lol

Oliver. if he was written as a character and not a plot device, he would be interesting! It's funny how this convo made me contextualize something that happens later in the comic and that just made me laugh. Of course, it is a fucked up kind of hypocrisy that the one character tag I have blocked on this site is one of the chars we end up yammering about the most xD it's bc it's frustrating, I guess. and I mostly blocked him so that when I went into the Debbie tag I would actually be able to see Debbie content and not him. so. at least I don't have to look at his face. so go me.

Write it ! go go go! Let him have a work life struggle balance that is more than 'I arbitrarily ran off to do shit when I had already made plans'. Single dad Mark, having to look back at the effort that went into his young life and getting a first hand account of what Art meant when he told Debbie she was stronger than Nolan for what she accomplished with her life.

I also love how the show is trying to remind us that Viltrumites Are Coming, except Mark isn't bringing that up at all, so it's like- sir? maybe? think about that? is that what is on your mind?? can we get a moment where you talk about that being on your mind?? Maybe the reason you don't want Oliver out there is BECAUSE YOU GET THE SHIT BEAT OUT OF YOU WHENEVER VILTRUMITES ARE NEAR and think subjecting your bro to that is bad? maybe we can tie literally any decision you are making into what is currently going on around you??? please ??

Even if you take out alien/animal life- I'm pretty sure every hero has been on screen shown killing people ?? Well, maybe not OG Guardians (sans Immortal) bc they all died before we saw them do much. But. I'm pretty sure they have all killed. (and og GOG were 100% down with killing Nolan if it meant survival) They def did, going up against the Lizard League. That was a life or death scenario, but I feel like they didn't seem a new to the experience??

And going off of alien/animal life- like... Flaxans and sequids, like- anyone (Mark included) caveating around killing them as not really killing is so funny. You just didn't view it as killing! sort of like when your dad was popping ppls heads off on Earth. Can we get that parallel? Have this mofo double down on his no-kill policy bc he has an existential crisis about the definition of life itself! Actually have a chat about what defines godhood in your eyes and the sentience of lifeforms!! Maybe think about something for once!! please.

Like, clearly early era on Earth Nolan wasn't being so dismissive of humanity (at least openly) but like- what the fuck was going through Debbie's head interacting with him? Aliens are a known quantity in the universe, they're just a regular occurrence for her in this world! So are heroes! But clearly heroes still have some reverence around them. What the hell was going through her head when she decided she was alright with being with a guy who would, functionally from her POV, never age? Look, I like the cute cultural mishaps a la the giving her a damn tree, but girl, YOU were okay with marrying a functionally immortal being and that says something about you. How do you define life in the universe ??? Was it an emotional security thing?? a power trip on her end ?? (I think she can have both as a treat lol)

I thought of something else about the GoG break up that annoyed me. Kate saying Rae 'fell apart' when she got injured. 1(one) we literally never see Rae after she gets injured unless she's unconscious, TWO Kate DEFINITELY never saw her after she got injured bc she didn't come back until later! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT KATE. Also I'm pretty sure the two of you were never shown speaking on screen together before.

And someone should remind Shapesmith it was MARK who saved his ass from getting executed by his own ppl. Not even the other members of GOG who were there, it was MARK who took you and ran off the Martian ship before they could murder you. But yeah, sure bud, say Cecil gave you a race car bed. a man with easily bought loyalties is DEFINITELY the dude I want on the top tier superhero team defending the planet. not to mention how quickly he turned on his own home planet...

Cecil genuinely only caring about what Mark gets up to really shows how weirdly pointless other heroes are in this universe. like. how did anything get done if Mark is somehow your one and only useful asset ???

The biggest retort is 'Mark isn't weak, he's just holding back' and like SURE! Then I NEED to see that struggle of him holding back. Also, given the amount of times he punches ppl without splattering their brains shows me he CAN actually 1 hit KO ppl pretty regularly without issue, he just.. isn't??

Battle Beast is legit what he is on the tin. from the comic, and very much a fan favorite bc he kills stuff. and genuinely has no other trait or depth. He at least isn't around as much as Allen, so his magical can kill viltrumites abilities are slightly less frustrating.

Nolan is so funny to me. Folks can yammer about warrior culture and oh-rah murder supremacy all they want, but he is a man who canonically when left alone for more than 5 minutes gets married and has kids. like. sir. It's so funny to think about that in or out of context. bc apparently Mr. Murder Bot really does just wants babies ?? it just makes his journey towards personal responsibility and actually doing something about the hurt he caused even funnier. im glad you miss your wife sir, but you have two kids you DID NOT need to have running around that you really need to make reparations for, so. maybe think about them, for a minute. death does not equal redemption, though I do get why you think that. will never not be obsessed about what he thought would happen if Debbie DID decide to listen to him at the end of S1. like. the other viltrumties wouldn't give you shit for that??? you were just planning on keeping her on Earth until she died ?? i mean ??? what ???

I have slowly settled on 'Nolan loved his family like objects, and now has to learn to love them like people' but it is wild to think about the unhinged justifications he gave himself for why he wanted to take his favorite stuffie toy (debbie) with him once his mission was over.

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

#invincible chatter #I am zooming through it I cant consume media at an even pace to save my life xD #also after the first 2 seasons theres only 12 eps a season so #it goes quicker #damn jk simmons is a va for an antagonist lol #i also forgot how intensely 1930s robin hood green arrows design was #is there a reason they didnt just straight up time travel robin hood into the dcu lol #bc that seems like some bs a comic would pull #have not seen that show might look at it #it was osp vids that made me want to watch jl #technically dont have the time for it rn but i am spending it anyway lol #prolly shouldnt start another series once this one is done but who knows #violently losing sleeping over 1 inv ep a week is already taking so much time #will this weeks ep finally ease my torment and just leave me in the 'might as well happen' zone?#we shall see

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lilacs-stars · 6 months ago

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wait okay I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet (and I'm really sorry if this has been brought up before, to my knowledge it hasn't, but obviously I haven't seen every single post ever), during "perfect revenge" when they first go into the dead fish layer thing whatever, and around the time where uliana says "find that perfect, perfect revenge"

HADES LITERALLY GRABS ONTO MORGIE'S SHOULDERS AND DOES A LIL JUMP?? AND HE'S SMILING AND HE SEEMS SO HAPPY HE JUST DOES A JUMP LIKE

it's soo cute 😭 honestly in my opinion it feels super out of character for him, idk why it was even included but like maybe it shows a part of hades that's super bubbly, which he tries to mask with his apathetic, uninterested demeanor?

but the way he jumped on morgie's shoulders in particular, makes me wonder more about their dynamic? like is it because morgie's so bubbly that hades is like that around him too? and the way that morgie was quick to agree to hades's "yeah let's burn her to a crisp" makes me wish we got to see more of them. like imagine hades always acting so tough and unconcerned around maleficent, but finally letting loose and being super excited and happy when he hangs out with morgie.

anyways just a thought, I figured it would be nice to point it out and see what you guys think about it. that's all for now! :))

(also now I can't get the idea out of my head where hades is being all chill to maleficent like "yo imma go hang out with morgie" and she's like "okay whatever" and then cut to hades hanging out with morgie where they're both squealing and jumping up and down like a pair of teenage girls while one of them spills the tea 😭 I'm sorry I can't this is too funny 💀 I actually need a fic about this like this is some top-notch villain behavior fr)

#I was trying to watch hades's scenes to figure out how to write for his character #and I stumbled upon this gem #but now I'm even more confused about his personality #I honestly don't know how he should act #bro's super hard to figure out frfr #the hardest thing is trying to write for characters that you barely get any content for #because then it's like I don't know them well enough to be able to decide what they'd do in a scenario #which makes actually writing them really difficult #plus I'm always stressing that my writing is super ooc for whoever I'm writing for so that's not very fun #lilac’s rants #descendants #descendants the rise of red #descendants 4 #d:tror #the rise of red #rise of red #hades #hades descendants #descendants hades #young hades #descendants young hades #morgie #morgie le fay #descendants morgie #descendants morgie le fay #perfect revenge #descendants perfect revenge #teen hades #d:tror vk #uliana's crew

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psychopomp-namine · 15 days ago

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cheng weimin and shao yuanyuan abandoning cheng xiaoshi at the tender age of 8 years old gets even more fucked up when you think about how they know about the photo diving ability and that bahati is a school related to abilities

like okay listen. one of you has the ability to go back in time by clapping your hands while looking at a photo. presumably you know that abilities are passed on to children. they can activate at any time, perhaps during traumatic moments like with the twins. one of you went to teach at a school for superpowered kids so presumably you know how this works.

and you think you can just abandon a kid with unactivated powers?? leave him with trauma ripe for awakening abilities? what if it wasn't the bridon photo that triggered it huh? what if cheng xiaoshi, at the tender age of 8, cried so hard wondering about his parents and then he accidentally claps himself into a random photo (IN A PHOTO STUDIO! A SHOP ABOUT PHOTOS!! WHERE HE LIVES!!!) with no one to guide him? what if he gets stuck there??? as a kid???

like okay yeah lu guang discovered his ability at 7 years old but apparently someone was there to help him. and also his ability doesn't like, harm him physically. he's not possessing someone or anything. so we're all just lucky cheng xiaoshi never discovered his powers until he was an adult because like. if he discovered that as a kid, lonely as he was?? he'd be so fucked. oh my god. just thinking about it gets me heated like what the fuck cheng weimin. shao yuanyuan. what the fuck. what if your 8 year old kid with abandonment issues got stuck possessing some random person and he doesn't know what's happening. he doesn't know anything. his parents left him and he's not even himself anymore and he's not home and how does he fix this, how does he go back. the horror of it all.

#mine musings #liveblogging link click #link click #link click spoilers #syy you're still one of the most interesting characters but wtf girl #every day i think about how cxs has such a strong heart like. my god #i can make this more fucked up actually because imagine if what triggers this is the earthquake news #bc we KNOW cxs was so distraught by the news that he cried to ql wondering if his parents were caught in it #so imagine a scenario where he's watching the news he sees pictures of the earthquake and he's thinking of his parents #and accidentally. claps there #like. oof. TERRIBLE way to find out your powers. mayhaps worse than how it happened in yingdu #sorry i'm trying to write a horror lc fic so my brain is leaning towards this kind of thinking these days #actually wait what if i write this as a closed loop oneshot au kinda thing #like what if 2008 cxs accidentally dived as chen xiao holding the camera......... thinking of his mom.........#and then flash forward to S1 earthquake arc and cheng xiaoshi Remembers this #wait no he can't dive as chen xiao so i guess he'd dive as the cameraperson from the news #unless cctv footage rules apply #if someone else wants to write it btw feel free #i'm not staking claim or whatever. ideas are free on this blog

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lord-squiggletits · 1 year ago

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I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.

I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.

The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...

Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.

I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.

And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?

It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.

To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.

In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.

Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.

So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.

What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.

Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?

#squiggposting #pharma apologism #i'm sure the doylist reason for the writing is just that pharma was a designated villain #so since he's a villain and 'crazy' it's fine for everyone even the good guys to treat him like complete trash #i just think from a watsonian perspective taking a sympathetic approach is way more interesting and logically consistent #what i mean is like. from a meta perspective one of the best ways to show that a character is super evil and not worth saving #is when even the good guy heroes. the ones who are supposed to be kind and compassionate and wise. see him as dirt #and this is also kind of a necessity in most plots bc TF is the kind of series that just needs action villains and long-term antagonists #so not every villain is written or has a plot to be made redeemable. and pharma is one of these bc he's not important or a legacy character #so from a doylist (meta) perspective you could read the autobots' disregard of pharma as a sign of #'this guy is not meant to have your sympathy as a reader. pay no attention to him'#but from a watsonian (in universe) perspective it paints a miserable picture of pharma being utterly forsaken by the ppl he served alongsid #and like yeah i'm super autistic about pharma so of course i view him with sympathy but like #the idea of being a loyal and good person for years only to be subjected to a Torment Nexus of #being blackmailed into breaking all of the oaths you held sacred. under threat of you and all your comrades dying horrible torturous deaths #then when your comrades find out about it they focus solely on the 'harvesting organs' and not on the 'blackmail' part #and then you get literally left for dead by your comrades and best friend hating your guts #and then you get rescued by a guy who uses you as a test subject for his evil machine #this is a fucking nightmare scenario like pharma could hardly be suffering more if the author TRIED to make him suffer #and for me it's like. the evil pharma did can't be decontextualized to what drove him to that. as well as the question of like #how easily ppl can write someone off as evil and turn a blind eye to (or even find satisfaction in) their suffering bc theyre evil #and either brought it on themselves or it's just karma paying a visit #like. i feel like if pharma WERE a shitty doctor and a terrible person his whole life then the delphi situation would feel like karma #but the way it's written and the lore retroactively put in makes it feel more pharma getting thrown in a torture carousel #and THEN becoming evil. but then being treated as if he was always evil or was some sort of bad apple #bc like i'm not opposed to LOLing when a villain gets a karmic torture/death related to the wrongs they committed #but in pharma's case it feels less like karma and more like endless torture + being abandoned by ppl who should have been more loyal

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jujuscrolled · 3 months ago

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love, actually

☆ in which if you look closely, you’ll find that love actually is all around (ft. toji, choso, yuta)

Toji

Toji had become increasingly worried about his son. Megumi had never been quite the talker - always resorting to a shrug, a nod or a side eye. Toji had become accustomed to their conversation (or lack there of) - so much so that he could read Megumi like a book. Their routine went like such: Megumi would come home, they’d have minimal conversation over how his school day had gone, he’d leave to do his homework and come out by dinner time (he’d complain about the taste or smell or anything else that didn’t meet his expectations), then they’d watch reruns of Crayon Shin-Chan and demolish exactly half of a large bucket of red vines. That was what Toji liked, it was a nice routine, he thought.

Until about a week ago - Megumi had eaten his dinner (without complaints!) and while they still had their nightly father-son bonding over Shin-chan Megumi had only eaten about a third of what he usually ate of red vines, and God forbid he tried asking about school.

Toji was at a bit of a loss considering he wasn’t much of a talk about your feelings kinda guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about his son. So, the obvious solution? Talk to the most emotionally available person he knew: you.

You were their neighbor and Toji’s close friend - though, really more of his only friend. You were the only one that would genuinely tolerate and even enjoy both his and his son’s emotional constipation.

“So, you’re worried about him… Because he’s not complaining about your food?” You asked as you sat at one of the barstools that faced his kitchen.

“There’s more to it. ‘Sides, i’m not worried i’m just…” Toji paused, thinking of a word to properly describe what he was feeling but his mind was far too jam packed with thoughts to formulate a proper word.

“It’s called being worried, Toj. And honestly? Considering you’re trying to make dinner with a chicken breast and a single carrot - i’m worried now too.” You mused, standing up and making your way over to him. (He had asked you to help him make dinner earlier but you had refused knowing that you’d end up doing most of the work.)

Toji watched you as you leaned onto the counter, back against the drawers as you looked at him curiously. He felt his hands get sweaty.

“Well, have you asked his teachers if he’s been off in class too?” You asked causing Toji to roll his eyes, “‘m not asking his teacher about my son.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “don’t be silly. They spend a lot of time with him - it’s not a bad thing to ask about your son as a concerned parent! Besides, you’re asking me about him and I’m just your neighbor.”

Toji scoffed at you, lifting his hand to flick your forehead.

“Don’t be stupid, you’re more than just our neighbor. ‘Sides, the brat likes you.” He looked away from you feeling uncharacteristically bashful as you grinned up at him.

“Awww, you guys like me?” You cooed, poking at his side making him swat your hand away. Toji was surprisingly ticklish for being such a burly man so you always found it funny to poke at the not so metaphorical bear.

“Well alright then, I’ll do what I can. Now please move, I doubt boiled chicken and half a carrot can hardly provide anyone with the necessary nutrients to survive.” You muttered pushing on his beefy shoulder so he could move.

“I put seasonings and shit in here too, don’t piss me off.” He muttered, but moved away from the stove regardless.

Four bowls of chicken noodle soup (Toji had seconds), a few episodes of Shin-Chan and three-fourths of a jar of red vines later Toji found himself in his room, mouth ajar as he stared at his phone.

From: Toji (don’t answer)

no fuckin’ way. he’s 6. u pullin my leg?

To: Y/n

you’ll never find me anywhere near ur nasty ass leg, old man. ur welcome btw !! xoxo

Toji deadpanned at your message before rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t even that much older than you. Shaking his head and focusing on the main topic; he supposed a crush wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

The next day the three of you found yourselves walking down the street, per your suggestion of course. You’d thought the Christmas decorations would help get Megumi to talk about his crush. Some kid in his class that he refused to tell even you more about. Toji couldn’t lie, his interest was piqued. It wasn’t often that the Fushiguros were interested in people so clearly this kid has got to be something special.

“So, school got any fun things going on?” Toji asked awkwardly. Out of his peripheral he saw the way you had face palmed.

“Not really, no.” Megumi said, eyes not rising from where they’d been the entire walk; the floor.

“Right.” He muttered feeling dejected. As if sensing his father’s dissatisfaction, Megumi cleared his throat before shoving his hands in his pockets, “actually, there’s a play coming up. For Christmas and stuff.”

You and Toji looked at each other, eyes wide. “Oh! Are we invited?” You asked, only getting a shrug from Megumi.

“Well I’m in it so I have a few tickets if you want them.” He said nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just dropped the most unexpected bomb on his father. “You’re in the play?” Toji asked, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible so not to scare off Megumi’s invitation.

“Yeah. A friend of mine convinced me.” Toji glanced over at you, watching as your eyes sparkled.

“Cool, well we can help you practice, if you’d like.” You said, looking over at Toji who cleared his throat, “yeah, and I can help build stuff or whatever.” Toji kept his gaze in front of him, not wanting to scare the young boy off.

He pulled out his phone having felt it buzz and arched a brow at the message.

From: Y/n

wasn’t I the one that helped you build everything in ur house ? :p

Toji reached over, behind Megumi, to shove your shoulder surprisingly gently before texting you back.

From: Toji (don’t answer)

help me get the kid w his crush i’ll take u to dinner. on me

Toji stuffed his phone in his pocket, refusing to turn to look at you since that same damned warmth in his cheeks that you always seemed to cause was back and warmer than ever.

choso

Your fingers clicked against the keys on your keyboard, filing out yet another dreaded email. With the holidays coming up it seemed like less and less people were using their brains.

One of those people being your boss: Satoru Gojo. Who was currently standing beside you, the rolled up sheets of paper that he’d probably had some poor intern print out just to give them something to do, tapping against your head in attempts to get your attention - though really, he just found a wicked sense of pleasure in annoying you.

“Yes, Gojo?” You sighed, clicking send before turning to look at him.

“Come to my office please, I’d like to discuss a very important topic.” He said. Now, if Gojo was normal you’d be very concerned at his words. Thankfully (or not, depends who you ask, really) Gojo was far from normal and if the cheshire grin and the pure evil lurking behind his cerulean eyes were anything to go by; he was just playing on something else that would surely cause you a headache.

Sure enough, the second you were in his office he was grinning even wider at you.

“So. How’s my beloved friend doing today?” He asked, leaning forward onto his elbows, his head supported by his folded hands.

“What do you want from me, Satoru.” You sighed, patience unusually thin due to the long string of his emails that he’d tasked you with replying to claiming that you did all the “proper talk” better than he did.

“Okay fine, i’ll cut to the chase but only because I have last minute party planning to do; when are you gonna do something about your little problem?”

You only stared at him, unable to find it within you to somehow guess what the hell he was talking about this time.

“Pardon?”

“Sheesh, and you say i’m the childish one. Look, because you’re my friend and I love you; we have a bet going on and while I can afford lose a grand; I’m not about to let my best friend be alone on Christmas so if confess by tonight i’ll personally give you the thousand that I have riding on this.”

Satoru was insane, you knew this, but this was just far beyond insanity.

“Don’t look at me like that! I’ll even be your wingman!” You could only gape at his words, the rest of his speech finally processing in your mind and only humiliating you further.

“You said the entire office has a bet on this?!” You whispered shouted, feeling your cheeks heat up as you thought about all the times you’d caught people staring at you whenever you and Choso spoke. It all made sense now, though really, you had hoped you’d just been paranoid. The reality of it all was much more horrifying than your mind.

“Well… Yes… We weren’t aware that you were trying to keep it lowkey, sweets…” You groaned at his words, moving to slam your head onto his desk but his hand reached over blocking you from doing so.

“Does… Does he know?” You asked, unable to look at him in the eyes.

“I think you know the answer to that…”

“I’m putting my two weeks in.”

“Nonsense! Sweets, you have this in the bag alright? And especially if you have me as your wingman! So here’s the plan-“

And so you found yourself standing awkwardly in the corner of the stupid Christmas party Satoru had thrown to “boost morale”. You had to give him credit though, despite your sour mood - the rest of the office seemed to actually be having fun. The dance floor was filled with your coworkers dancing and talking together - Satoru in the middle of it all of course, eyes bright and santa hat tilted atop his head. The man didn’t even have to drink to have that much fun, you couldn’t help but smile at the realization.

“He seems to be enjoying his own party.” Your eyes widened at the all too familiar voice next to you, swallowing your drink harshly as you turned to look at him.

Kamo Choso. Looking devastatingly handsome in a white button up, sleeves rolled up and exposing his forearms. The black slacks he wore always were a joy to witness. And as if you needed any other reason to gawk at the gorgeous man in front of you, he had decided to wear his hair down. Oh, what a treat.

“Huh? Oh! Er.. Uhm, yeah, he’s quite the party enjoyer.” You inwardly cringed at yourself, party enjoyer?! Really?

Choso only laughed, looking back over at your friend who was now doing the sprinkler - Suguru and Shoko throwing confetti at him as if it was money.

“I take it you’re not?” He asked, looking back at you before taking a sip of his own drink. You could only shrug, “I guess I prefer a quiet night in…”

“Me too.” He said, nodding to himself.

“Y/n!” You felt your entire body tense at Satoru’s call, eyes closing in fear of what was to come.

Sure enough, an arm was thrown around your shoulder. “Oh, hello, Cho!”

“It’s Choso.”

“We’re all pals here are we not? Anyway! This is perfect, i’ve been trying to get Y/n on the dance floor all night but since we’re all paired up already, do you mind a few rounds with my good friend here?”

You felt like pinching yourself, wanting so desperately to wake up from this very obvious nightmare you were having.

Unfortunately, the pinch only added to your pain and suffering.

“Uhm…”

“You really don’t have to do that, Choso. Our boss here was unfortunately dropped far too often as a child and it clearly must have caused irreversible damage.” You said, glaring at Satoru who only let out a loud laugh before patting your back far too harshly causing you to stumble forward.

“Have fun! Not too much fun though.” He winked, walking away leaving you to clean up the mess he’d caused.

“I’m… So sorry…” You cringed out. Not having the heart to face the man next to you.

Much to your surprise, he only let out a chuckle.

“Don’t be - I’ve actually been meaning to ask you to dance but couldn’t figure out how to so I guess now I’ll just have to thank him later.. If you’ll have me of course…”

Yuta

“Yuji what the hell are these?” You asked as you stared down at the ridiculously bad pictures Yuji had taken on your phone. You had put your entire trust in him seeing as he had been bending down and allegedly breaking his back to take “the perfect photos” but as you stared at the blurry atrocities on your phone - it was clear that while he meant well, Yuji was far to hyperactive to take steady photos.

“Huh? whats wrong with them?” He asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at them with you.

“What do you mean what’s wrong with them?! Are these even of me? This is a blurry picture of a dog!” You whined, hearting the picture so it’d be put into your favorites folder - it was actually a pretty cute dog, blurry or not.

“Aw man! I must’ve accidentally had the one second delay on them, i’m sorry.” He said, grabbing your phone so he could get a closer look at the photos.

“It’s okay. I don’t even really need them anyway.” You sighed, patting his head. He only pouted, handing you your phone.

“Maybe you show up in Maki’s pictures? Or inumaki’s! He took some too!” Yuji said.

“What about my pictures?” Maki asked before you could say anything. You and Yuji looked over as she walked closer to you and Yuji, Inumaki and Megumi following behind her.

“I took crappy photos of Y/n so I was just talking about your photos and how you might have better pictures of everyone!” Yuji explained, sitting next to you.

“Why’d you take crappy photos?” Maki asked, frowning at Yuji who only let out an offended scoff.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” He replied only causing them both to argue if it had been intentional or not.

“Guys! It’s fine, really, but if I happen to show up in the background of any of your guys’ pictures then send them my way please.” You begged, clicking off your phone before leaning back on the bench you were all squeezed onto.

The campus was abnormally empty, though with the temperature dropping you couldn’t say you were surprised. Sitting outside during the winter was not something any of the other students wanted to do so you guys chose to sit there to avoid the indoor crowds. Nobara, Yuta and Panda refused to go out in the cold if it could be helped so you all usually met in the library once Nobara sent you a text telling you that the crowds had dispersed.

“Oh! Wait, I’m pretty sure I remember Yuta taking photos of everyone.” Maki said causing you to look away from Megumi and Yuji who were debating if your professors Geto and Gojo were dating or not. They just seemed to have too much unspoken energy in the air around them.

“Yeah maybe of you guys.” You sighed. Maki rolled her eyes at you, “i’m serious. He’s the likely candidate for having pictures of you. Good ones too - you’ve seen his portfolio.”

You could only shrug at her words, unlocking your phone again to see if maybe you’d missed any hidden gems.

There was nothing.

“Just ask him, Y/n! Why are you so scared?” Maki sighed, grabbing your phone and forcing you to look at her.

Your only hope was Yuta Okkotsu - the guy who honestly would’ve been your first choice (aside from Megumi who was too busy with finals to join your group) but unfortunately for you, he hated your guts.

“Oh my Gods he does not hate you.” She groaned, as she scrolled through the pictures. You watched as she grimaced at them only furthering your feeling of despair.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t even need the pictures or anything.”

“Need them or not - Yuta will have some. So speak now or forever hold your peace.” Maki said handing you your phone back.

“Well, lucky for me I enjoy my peace quite a bit.”

The week had passed with you refusing to ask Yuta for pictures. Maybe he didn’t actually hate you but you highly doubted he liked you.

Every time you’d try to speak to him, he’d find an excuse to leave the conversation as soon as possible. If it was ever just the two of you waiting for the rest of the group, he’d miraculously always receive a silent phone call that he just had to answer. If you ever asked to hang out (though this had been closer to the beginning of your friendship with the group) he’d find an excuse for that too.

Overall, the guy avoided you like the plague and had never tried to get close to you despite the rest of the group being welcoming. You couldn’t help but let it bother you a little bit since you really didn’t think you’d done anything to start off on the wrong foot with him but at the end of the day - you also didn’t want to force a friendship with him if he wasn’t open to it.

You groaned into your pillow before pulling your phone out, your finger hovering over Yuta’s contact number.

You supposed it couldn’t hurt to just ask… Though as your luck would have it, your finger must’ve been hovering a little too close to the call button and now before you could even process it, the phone had started to dial his number making your eyes widen.

“Hello?” His voice sounded leaving you with your mouth wide open and your heart about to beat out of your chest.

“Uhm… Hello?” He asked again, making you sit up as you put the phone to your ear. “Oh! Uhm, hi, yes sorry! It’s Y/n…” You said, face palming.

“Yeah… I know…”

“R-right… Sorry, uhm, I was just calling because Maki had mentioned something about you taking photos the other day? Or, last week would be more accurate…” You let out an awkward chuckle as you were met with silence.

“Uhm, hello?” You asked after a moment. Had he hung up on you? You checked the screen only to see the call was still ongoing.

“Oh. Uhm. Yeah, I did but i’m not sure if they’re any good.” He muttered into the phone. Despite his tone, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled in your chest.

“Wait, really?! Wow! Is it okay if I stop by to see if-“

“Uhm, I don’t think… I mean, they’re not great. Probably too blurry - they won’t be any good.” He explained but you were far too excited.

“Trust me, anything will be better than Yuji’s blurry pictures.” You said, jumping off your bed and slipping on your shoes.

“I can be over in about ten minutes! Thank you so much!” You said, pulling your phone away from you so you could hang up.

You could’ve been at his dorm sooner but you figured you’d get him a coffee or something as both a peace offering and a thank you.

So with a coffee and a slice of pistachio cake you stood outside Yuta and Inumaki’s shared dorm room.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened slowly. Yuta stood awkwardly, hands at his sides as he stared at you. You pushed through your discomfort and offered a smile before raising the treats towards him, “a small thank you - for your time and maybe for your photography skills as well.”

He only rubbed the back of his neck, glancing behind him before he cleared his throat, “uhm, look, I really don’t think you show up in any of the pictures or videos… So… Sorry to have wasted your time and stuff.” He muttered, not meeting your eyes.

You felt your eyes sting, hands lowering since he still hadn’t taken the cake or coffee from you. You were feeling rejected and embarrassed.

“Oh… Well, since i’m already here… Do you mind if I still look through? I’m sure they’re lovely regardless…” You asked, trying to keep face as you smiled up at him through teary eyes.

“I-… Uhm…” He sighed before moving sideways allowing you into his room.

You’d been in the dorm before, though it was the first time he had also been in there with you considering every time Inumaki invited you over Yuta was always suspiciously gone.

He was slow to pull out his laptop, clicking through files before he placed it down in front of you.

“These are the only ones that were salvageable.” He muttered, allowing you to click through.

Sure enough, they were gorgeous. Yuta was the only one in your group with a professional grade camera and a certain eye for photography as well so it really was a no-brainer that they’d be perfect. You couldn’t help but smile at the photos of your friends. Small ache in your chest as you realized that he had taken special care in not including you in any of them. He’d even gotten some of Yuji, who had been glued to your side the entire day, and managed to not even have a finger of yours in frame. Truly talented he was.

As you clicked through, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the recently opened file, your eyes landing on a file with your name on it, excitement filling your chest.

Figuring they’d probably just be the non-cropped versions of what you had already seen, you clicked on the file without really giving it a second thought.

Instead of that though, you were met with an entire portfolio of just you. Pictures of you smiling, closeups of your hands and eyes, videos of you just existing loading onto the screen.

“Oh…” Was the only thing you were able to whisper. “They’re… They’re beautiful, Yuta... But I- I thought you hated me?”

He stayed quiet, not meeting your eyes that had once again filled with tears. Happy ones this time.

“Yeah, well… Hopefully those work for you… I’ll uhm… I have to go but send yourself whichever ones you want.” He said, grabbing his backpack before darting out the door, leaving you with far too much to process.

a/n; tysm for reading <3 comments n reblogs always welcome ! oh and yes ! this is very much based on the movie love actually ! :3

#i had this done two days ago and when i went to post it it deleted .. yippee !!#honestly i wrote this bc i watched the movie the other day and i just thought about toji as liams character heuheuheu #i had kento as jaime written too and it deleted and for sm rsn i just wasn’t able to pull tht out my ass again so … rip u will be missed 😩#maybe i’ll do a pt 2 if i can figure out who to do for the prime minister and uhm omg idk his name but the office guy who was w th secretar #but idk abt all tht coz the only one tht was easy to write was toji 😁#jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #toji fluff #yuta fluff #yuta x reader #yuta x you #toji x reader #toji x you #choso fluff #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines

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