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chloethebananana · 4 months ago
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also my parents are like suuuuper religious, but not in the conservative way. like basically theyre like: its ok if ur gay, as long as you keep going to church every sunday and pray and stuff
and like, this means a lot to me, because im most definitely queer, but also, like, are they really okay with this ? (I feel like i need to say that im sorta in the clost. Like ive told my parents i wasn’t straight ( heck i told them i was gay once) but it was mostly phrased as a joke and stuff so what if they thought it was a joke. But also maybe they already knew and i was not slick)
more on the religion thing: my parents really want me to believe in God. And honestly, I see where they’re coming from. Like, they found god in their adolescence or early adulthood and decided to pass that on to their children. And while i totally agree with the sentiment, i wish i had the heart to tell them that i dont believe in all of that. But also im afraid that they would disown me for that (not really tho, u cant legally disown ur children where i live) and like, be really sad, not financially support me through my studies or just give me the really shitty part of the inheritance yk
But another thing i feel i must mention is my wierdass gender. So, im afab. and my parents really want a daughter. Like, they considered stopping having children after me because they already had a daughter (they had another child anyway but whatever)
the thing is, im not sure im a girl.
i feel like my gender falls somewhere under the nonbinary umbrella. The gender i currently identify the most with is genderfluid, because there are really moments where i like being a girl and im like: yes thats me and others where im absolutely disgusted when people call me a girl but also i don’t know if i want to be a guy
tl;dr: gender is hard and my parents want me to believe in a god i dont believe in
my greatest fear
My parents (my mom especially) keep telling that they love me unconditionally and stuff and i want to believe them but also
 do they?
Like I’m the middle child and the only girl. For as long as I can remember, one of my, if not my biggest, fear has been disappointing my parents so bad they just
stop loving me
and realistically, I know they wouldn’t do that. I know that i’ve fucked up plenty already in my lifetime and they haven’t ever stopped loving me
but im still scared
and like, they say that they want me to be happy, and I believe them, and they say i deserve to be happy, but do i believe them when they say that ? What if i don’t deserve to be happy? They don’t know me all that well. Haven’t known me that well since i was like, 11. For all i know ive changed so much that if my parents knew everything they would drag me to be exorcised by the local priest or something.
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little-diable · 7 months ago
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Mine to Claim - Dean Winchester (smut)
While I'm still wondering if I should write for James Beaufort, I decided to run with the enemies to lovers theme for Dean. I know y'all love jealous Dean as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader wants Sam to have a nice birthday, but all she can focus on is Dean, the man she had always sworn to hate, the man who gets all possessive as soon as somebody else finds her interesting enough to chat her up.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, thigh riding, full on jealous Dean, Dean's a bit of a dick in the beginning, possessiveness, fluffy end
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 4k words)
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“A party? And who should we invite, huh?” Dean’s voice filled the library. He had his feet placed on the table, arms crossed in front of his chest while nursing his second beer of the night. 
(Y/n) had her eyes focused on the laptop, typing away as she tried to pierce ideas together to celebrate Sam’s birthday. But while she was set on putting something special together, trying to trap the man she couldn’t stand into helping her, Dean could only give room to annoying comments. 
“How about some werewolves, vampires maybe or a wendigo to make this exciting!” Sarcasm dripped from Dean’s words, leaving her groaning as she finally looked at the handsome Winchester brother. The two of them had never been fans of one another, but while (y/n) generally tried to keep her distance, Dean was set on annoying her at any given chance. She had lost count of the dates he had ruined for her, the friendships she had tried to build but had been torn down by him, no matter what she tried to do, Dean was always right there to cross her plans.
“Have you always been such an asshole or have you just not outgrown your teenager phase yet?” She shifted her weight onto her forearms while staring at Dean as if he was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. His eyes had a twinkle to them as he mimicked her movements, taking his feet off the table to lean further towards her. 
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, we both know you enjoy our dynamic more than you let others believe. You have never been good at hiding your crush on me.” The angry scoff clawing through (y/n) forced a chuckle out of Dean, who looked at her as if he had just goaled a win. Whenever he managed to rile her up, to get her angrier by the second, his smirk would grow as if he was proud of himself for getting under her skin like that. 
“Fuck you, Dean!” She rose to her feet, unexpectedly to Dean who now studied her with confusion laced in his gaze. “I’ll just take Sam out for dinner, anywhere without you near will be good enough.” 
(Y/n) tried to walk past him with angry tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t manage to get far, forced to a halt by the hand clamping down on her wrist. Dean stared up at her with an unreadable expression, shooting shudders down her spine while she tried to rip herself free. Something inside of her told her that he was close to apologising, urged on by the guilt he may feel, but the moment passed within seconds, forcing his smirk back to his lips.
“Dream of me tonight, sweetheart. But first, tell me, do you still sleep in my shirt?” The angry huff clawing through her made Dean chuckle, watching her rip herself free before storming out of the room. Her heart was aching in her chest, pounding against her ribs while her feet carried her towards her room. 
With her laptop tossed onto her bed, (y/n) allowed her tears to fall, urged on by her anger and confusion, torn between the way she had always detested Dean and the silent longing for him and his closeness. God, she hated him, hated him more than words could ever express, and yet a small, fucked up part of her wanted him and every part of him. 
It was time to finally get over Dean Winchester and the confusing emotions he pushed through her. 



“Thank you for this, (y/n). This is by far the best birthday I ever had.” Sam squeezed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a proud grin. She shot Sam another smile before she let her gaze wander, finding Dean’s frame. Even though she had tried to lure Sam away from his brother, knowing that the night wouldn’t end well if she and Dean would have to spend it together, Sam had begged her to take his brother with them, ending up at this very bar.
“Let me get you another beer, birthday boy. I’ll be back in a second.” (Y/n) rose to her feet with an unwavering smile, pushing past a few people to reach the bar. Music rang in her ears, not loud enough to leave her body buzzing, yet just enough to distract her from her wandering thoughts. 
“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice forced her attention away from the bartender, waiting for her to make her way towards (y/n). A guy was standing close to her, he was a bit taller than her, a handsome face she smiled at. “Is that your boyfriend?”
He tilted his head towards Sam, leaving her chuckling as (y/n) shook her head no. A relieved smile managed to find its way to the guy’s lips, he was visibly relaxing while taking a step closer. Even though her body begged her to chase the distance, her mind urged her to stay right where she was, reminding her of her promise to finally find a distraction from Dean Winchester.
“Are you from around here?” She kept her voice quiet as she studied the guy, the plaid shirt he wore and those dark jeans that had a similar touch to the ones Dean currently wore. For a second, she let her eyes wander, not paying attention to the words the guy spoke, but Dean was nowhere to be found, disappearing from her sight. 
“It’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’ll have to get back to him.” (Y/n) mumbled while she shot the guy another smile. She turned towards the bartender to speak her order before the guy could gain her attention again, with his phone in his hand.
“Give me your number, maybe I can take you out for dinner or something?” The soft chuckle leaving her made him smile, watching her type her number into his phone before reaching for the two bottles of beer. She took a step away from him, with her gaze still focused on him, but the second she turned away, (y/n) stumbled into a broad chest, having to tighten her grasp on the bottles before she could drop them. 
Wide eyes found a pair of familiar green ones, getting lost in the darkening pupils for a moment or two. Dean’s jaw muscles were ticking in anger as his gaze flickered between (y/n) and the guy she had been talking to. It took her a moment to rip herself out of her frozen state before she tried to push past Dean, though without any luck. 
“What did he want from you?” Dean’s voice had something to it she couldn’t pinpoint, something that left her insides churning; something that left her straightening her spine. Her eyes wandered over his angry features, allowing her to take in his handsome features. If he weren’t such an asshole to her, she would have instantly fallen hard for him, begging the man for a chance to love him like he deserved to be loved. 
“That’s nothing of your concern, Dean. Let me go.” But Dean didn’t give in, he tightened his grip on her arm to pull her even closer. 
“Oh, but we both know that it is, sweetheart.” She couldn’t find a reply, the words were stolen right from her as his lips graced her warm cheek with his eyes set on the guy who was still watching the two. And with another squeeze of her arm, he finally let go of her, only to gently push her into Sam’s direction. 



She woke with a groan, forcing her eyes open to take in the darkness surrounding her. Slowly, (y/n) rolled onto her side to reach for her phone, reading the time. It was in the middle of the night, only a few hours after they had found their way back home from the bar. 
Since that moment with Dean, (y/n) had been deep in thought, not understanding the way he had behaved at the bar. She crawled out of her bed with a sigh, set on grabbing a new glass of water to clear her thoughts. Still surrounded by darkness, she made her way to the kitchen, carried by tired limbs that begged her to make it back to bed. 
“I knew you were still stealing my shirts.” Dean’s voice left her jumping, ripping a squeal out of her as she turned towards him. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes set on her frame. Heat rose to her features as she remembered that she was once again wearing a shirt of his, and nothing more. 
“You jerk, why do you always have to scare me like that?” He walked closer to her, allowing her to find his pupils. His chest was almost pushed against hers while he wordlessly stared down at (y/n). She was close to speaking up again, set on throwing another insult his way to get herself out of this situation before she could say or do something stupid. But the second his hands found her waist to heave her onto the cold kitchen island, she forgot every word she had planned to speak. 
“Did that guy call you?” His voice was raspy, making goosebumps appear on her exposed skin. (Y/n) could barely focus on his voice, distracted by the feeling of Dean lingering between her spread thighs and the way he grasped her hips with his big hands. 
“Maybe he did, so what?” His tongue kissed his teeth while he pondered over her words, staring at (y/n) with something she’d dream of for a while. It felt like heaven and hell were clashing, forcing them to balance a strong energy neither had felt before. It drew them closer with every passing second, growing between them while both could only endure its strength. 
“You’ll lose his number.” It was a simple command, words that drew a soft laugh out of (y/n) while she shook her head no. A laugh that lost its strength as Dean’s big hand found her throat, forcing her to quiet down. Her pupils grew wider at the touch, drawing a shaky breath out of (y/n). “He’ll never have you.”
“And you will?” She could only whisper her question, words that left Dean smirking as he dipped his head down. He was close to kissing her, lips ghosting over hers while her heart picked up its beat. 
“We both know that I already have you.” With one last squeeze of her throat, Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips before letting go of her. (Y/n) was at loss for words, could only watch him take another step away from her with his teeth buried in his grinning lower lip, front still turned in her direction. 
(Y/n) needed a handful of seconds before she snapped into motion, jumping off the metallic kitchen island to haul herself into his space, lips finding his with her arms wrapped around his neck. Dean instantly replied to the kiss with one hand placed on her waist and the other cupping the back of her head to keep her close. Their tongues met to deepen the kiss, leaving both groaning at the new sensation. 
“I belong to nobody and if you keep on being such an asshole to me, you’ll be the last person to ever have me.” She mumbled the words against his lips before pushing him away, leaving Dean breathless while she walked back to her room with a smile glued to her slightly swollen lips. 



Music filled her room, cozying (y/n) along while she was reading. It had been hours since her kiss with Dean, a memory that left her buzzing with nerves whenever her mind took her back to those minutes. She was proud of herself for finding the confidence at that time, for pushing him away after a kiss she longed to experience again. 
His lips had felt all too soft, a perfect kiss she had always read of in books but had never experienced herself–until that very moment. He had tasted of beer and home, a strange sensation she hadn’t been able to shake so far. 
A soft knock forced her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering towards her door to watch Dean step into the room. They hadn’t shared a single word since that kiss, while she had hid herself in her room, Dean had given her enough space to sort through the chaos both were stuck in now. 
He closed the door behind himself before walking towards her bed. (Y/n) could only watch as he plopped down on her bed, gently taking her book to place it on her nightstand before pulling her into his chest. She could hear his heart racing as both were laying there in silence. 
“What are you doing, Dean?” (Y/n) shifted on his chest, eyes finding his while he kept his hand placed on her side. He stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought with his eyes set on the ceiling rather than her face. 
(Y/n) barely allowed herself to properly look at Dean, to take in the beauty of the man who made her feel the most confusing emotions imaginable. She wanted to count his freckles, every single one of them reminding her of a galaxy million of lightyears away, each telling its own story. She wanted to get lost in the green eyes reminding her of a forest that had seen the most gruesome things and yet still managed to offer a home to those needing shelter. She wanted to kiss those plush lips again that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.
“I,” he cleared his throat as if he was trying to rip himself out of a trap, forcing his eyes back down to meet hers. “Somewhere along the way, since meeting you, I’ve realised that it’s much easier to rile you up, to annoy you and have you as an enemy rather than admit my feelings to you but also to myself. From the first day we met you at that diner, I knew I had found my match, the one who finally belongs to me. But fuck, my anxiety got the best of me, and I began spiralling. It was fucking immature of me, but I couldn’t stop, not as long as I couldn’t accept that I’ve loved you for years.” 
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pondered over his confession, the words that cut deeper than she liked to admit. Dean’s thumb wiped away her falling tear while tightening his grip on her. Both were choked up, struggling to keep on speaking as silence engulfed them once again. The seconds kept fading by, moments she desperately needed to sort through her confusion, the words she wanted to speak but was unsure of. 
“And you’re ready to accept it now?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, buzzing through her body like lightning set on burning holes into her skin. Dean’s hand stroked up her spine until he found the back of her neck, pressing (y/n) close to kiss her softly. It took her a few seconds to let her lips move, tongues meeting much slower than they had for their first kiss.
“If you’ll let me love you like you deserve to be loved, I am ready to accept it and fight for it.” A part of her knew that she should leave his side, kick him out of the room, and curse him for thinking she’d ever give him a chance, but the other, bigger part, begged her to give in, to finally grasp this chance she had silently hoped for whenever her anger turned into desperation and longings. 
“Kiss me, Dean.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her with one hand finding her cheek. It wasn’t a soft kiss, fuelled by unspoken emotions and longings, and yet both took their time to properly explore their newfound territory. Carefully, Dean pushed her off his chest to hover over her with one leg finding its way between her thighs.
They didn’t break the kiss as he softly pressed his thigh against her heat, drawing a moan from (y/n) at the sudden contact. Heat buzzed through her body, down her spine and straight to her pulsing bundle. (Y/n) tried to push herself closer, moving with just enough strength to moan once again. 
“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Show me how much you need to be touched.” Her eyes found his stormy ones, getting lost in the rich colour for a second before a shaky exhale left her. (Y/n) pulled Dean down for another kiss while she moved against his thigh again, supported by him as he met her movements with more urgency.
Her body was burning, shaking from the excitement she couldn’t let go of; the anticipation pushing her towards the edge she’d fall from at least two times that day. Dean kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the spots that made her arch her back off the mattress. Goosebumps covered her body while she lost grip on reality, allowing her body to move without her mind’s guidance while searching for that high she could already feel creeping closer. 
“Such a good girl, look at how perfect you look, fuck, I can’t wait to see you all done with my cock buried inside of you.” He rasped the words against her ear, forcing (y/n)’s hands to find his forearms to hold on, clawing her fingernails into his skin. She was close already, about to let go with his name rolling off her tongue as the fabric offered just enough friction to make her gasp. 
His name rolled off her tongue as she came, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, toes curled. Dean could only stare down at her, mesmerised by the sight he’d take to the grave, forever remembering the first time he made her cum. With his lips meeting hers again, he managed to rip her out of her hazy daze, forcing her hands to move as they tugged on his shirt. 
They parted for a moment, allowing Dean to get rid of his shirt and his trousers, while she mimicked his movements, undressing herself with trembling fingers. Her mind was racing, leaving her buzzing as it slowly began to dawn on her what was about to happen, that she was about to let the man she had hated for years fuck her. 
“Tell me you want this as much as I do. I won’t touch you otherwise.” Dean’s murmured words made a smile widen on her lips. Even though she struggled to reply, eyes and mind fully focused on his naked body, the muscles she wanted to kiss, the cock that grew harder with every passing second, she parted her swollen lips. 
“I want you, Dean, mark me up.” With his grin glued to his lips, he watched her reach for a condom, rolling it down his cock to draw a soft groan from him. They held eye contact as he positioned himself on top of her, letting his fingers brush through her dripping slit for a moment before finally pushing into her. 
Groans and moans left the two at the new sensation, with her walls fluttering around him and his cock disappearing further and further inside of her. Dean pressed his forehead against hers as a deep exhale left her as if she needed to relax, to tell herself that everything was alright. He moved slowly, careful at first, giving (y/n) enough time to adjust while their bodies kept meeting with every thrust. 
“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Dean’s words drew a small chuckle out of (y/n). Her arms found their way around his neck, letting her fingernails scratch at his skin on their way up his neck. The second she found his roots to tug on them, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, set on leaving marks just like she had asked him to. 
She was about to moan his name, about to beg Dean to move faster, but the sound of her ringing phone forced her attention away from him. For a second, his pace began to falter, but then a smirk widened on his lips. 
“Who is it?” Her wide eyes found their way back to his. 
“The guy from the bar.” She was breathless, struggled to reply while a desperate whine left her. She needed Dean to move again, to push her closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her. 
“Pick up.” Confusion was laced in her gaze as she watched Dean reach for the phone. He answered the call before he pushed it into her direction. They held eye contact as he began to move once again, fucking her even deeper than before.
“Hi, (y/n). I wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? I’d like to take you out for dinner.” (Y/n) struggled to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to give away what she and Dean were currently doing–even though Dean was clearly set on proving to the guy that she was now taken. 
“Hi, listen,” Dean’s thrust met her swollen spot the second she began speaking, drawing a moan from her she couldn’t bite down. Embarrassment was about to flush through her, widening her pupils while Dean’s smirk kept growing bigger. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
Another moan left her as Dean met that spot again and again, letting the phone fall from her hands while hoping that the guy would simply hang up. No longer could she care about anything but the way Dean fucked her, letting his fingers meet her pulsing bundle to give her the needed push. 
“Cum for me, baby.” His lips met hers as she came, swallowing her moans while he fucked her through the sensation. (Y/n)’s body was buzzing, trembling beneath Dean as he searched his own high with fast thrusts that left her whimpering. He came with a groan moments later, thrown over the edge. 
“Fuck, that was something.” His husky words left her chuckling. She watched him roll off her to get rid of the condom before finding his way back to her bed. Dean’s warmth engulfed her, his arms pulled her against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hairline. 
“We still have to talk about all of this.” (Y/n) whispered words drew a hum from Dean, who found himself being pulled back into his hazy thoughts. 
“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, I promise, sweetheart.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, studying the unreadable expression he wore. 
“As long as you keep touching me like that I’m sure we’ll find a way.”
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jeankluv · 5 months ago
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loml - Gojo Satoru
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summary: You read the letter that Satoru left behind, his last words to you, with all the love he had.
tags: heavy angst, character death, no happy ending, canon universe, manga spoilers (I guess)
note: sorry
 but I got emotional with Gojo writing letters for his students and this came to me. Sorry again đŸ©¶
Jujutsu Kaisen materialist
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You are the love of my life
That’s what Satoru would say on a spring day when you were 20.
You are the love of my life
He would say whenever he kissed you before sleeping.
You are the love of my life 
He would whisper while embracing you, after a long day of missions.
You are the love of my life 
He would say whenever he had the opportunity, it didn't matter if it was just the two of you or in front of the whole world.
You are the love of my life
He said before leaving you to fight Sukuna on that cold Christmas Eve.
To the loml
That was the first thing your eyes saw on the letter that Shoko handed you. The loml You read again. And again.
You smiled a bit, “loml” why not write love of my life instead?
Your hands were cold, you blamed the cold winter, but the reality was that you were frozen staring at that envelope, your hands unable to tear the paper to read what was inside. Your chest hurt, the cold air stabbed your lungs like daggers, and you could barely breathe.
You made a small opening with your nails and pulled out the paper, which was neatly folded. With your eyes already stinging, you unfolded it.
“To the love of my life,
I don’t know how to start this, I don’t even know how to put down everything I want to tell you. But god, I pray you never have to read this silly and embarrassing letter.
But if you do
 I’m sorry, I didn’t get to keep my promise, I’m really sorry.
You crying? Please don’t do it, you look beautiful too when you cry, but thinking about how much pain I’m probably causing you breaks my heart.
I will try to make you smile with this letter, is that alright? I hope you said yes. 
Remember when we met? It was the first day of our first year, you looked so beautiful, your red cheeks and shy smile. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I think that what I fell for you right after seeing you was love, light. You were mesmerizing. 
You still are.
Now, you remember how Suguru used to look like a complete emo boy during that time, with all his hair down and everything? You know, I used to be so jealous when you were combing his hair. I wanted to be him so badly, but my hair was too short. Thank god he learned how to do it himself.
But honestly, I told him to, he was getting on my nerves.”
A chuckle escaped your lips as you read that, you knew that at some point Satoru felt a bit jealous of Suguru, because you used to spend more time together. 
But the truth is that Suguru was always trying to help you with Satoru, he was his best friend and he knew him better than anyone. You regret never telling Satoru about that, about the fact you were both crushing each other since the very beginning. 
Looking up to the sky you tried to make your tears disappear, but they didn’t. You sniffed your nose and kept on reading the letters that were already covered with tears from your eyes.
“Remember when I took Tsumiki and Megumi in? We had been dating for what? 4 months? Your face was a poem when I showed up at your apartment with two kids and presented them to you. 
You were an excellent mother to them, they loved you so much. 
I remember the birthdays, how we would prepare their cakes or in Christmas, how we used to sneak out of bed to leave the presents for them. I would always thought; oh god, I want to marry her. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. Have a family with her.
But you know, reality always hit me the second after. What our jobs are, the risks, everything
 And I always wondered. Do I want to put you through that? What if I leave one day? I didn’t  want my children to grow up without their father or mother. 
I hated it, but I loved it. I loved fighting curses and strong opponents but I hated not knowing what it was to have a normal life, a normal relationship. 
I know you used to hate how I used to spy on you whenever you had a solo mission, but every time you went on a solo mission I was scared, terrified. I was afraid that the phone would ring and Shoko would tell me that you were no longer there. It scared me so much.
But now the one who must have been truly scared was you
 I just hope you didn’t see the fight, but I know how stubborn you are and you were probably there, without blinking. I’m sorry I made you suffer, I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry you’re crying for me. 
I’ll say it again, I hope you never read this letter, because it was never necessary
 
In the end I didn’t make you laugh with the letter, right? 
Forgive me, sweetheart. 
I love you, more than anything in this life. You are and always will be the love of my life. But if I leave and I’m not with you anymore, please, don’t close yourself off, don’t isolate yourself.
Live, be happy, smile, because that smile of yours is the warmest thing in this world.
Light up everyone else's world, just like you did with mine when we were 15 and you gave me that smile at our first meeting.
I love you forever 
— The love of your life, Satoru.”
A sob escaped your lips and you pressed the letter to your chest. Your face was completely soaked by your tears and your breathing was ragged, you could barely breathe. 
“Why Satoru? Why you?” You said between sobs.
You wanted that life he was talking about, you wanted to have him with you again, why couldn't it be like that?
He was gone and you were there, holding a piece of paper he left behind, with his last words, his last thoughts. 
You didn’t want to let it go, you couldn’t. If you let him go
 You would start to forget things, moments you lived, his smell, his laugh, his voice, his look, you couldn't let him go. You couldn't let go of the love of your life. You didn't want to.
The minutes started to pass and the sun, which was once shining on the sky, was now gone. 
Your name was called. “You have to enter or you will catch a cold
”
“Just a bit more
” You said and you heard the sigh. 
“C’mon.” You felt how they took your arm and pulled you in. “You need to take your medicine, remember?” You nodded. “That letter is really special to you, right? You always read it.” 
“Yeah
” You whispered. 
“From someone special in your life?” 
Yeah
 from someone you already could only remember from pictures, from someone whose voice was a distant memory, from someone whose smell was long gone, whose laugh wasn’t around anymore. 
And it hadn’t been around for the last 60 years
 
“Yeah
 from the love of my life
” You paused. “The loss of my life...” You whispered. 
The room felt silent for an instant. “Your son and grandkids are here
” The nurse whispered.
And a faint smile appeared on your face as you looked at the door. “Hi my sweet babies
” The kids ran towards you and jumped to your bed.
“Granny! Could you tell us the stories about you and your friends fighting those monsters?”
“Again?” You smiled.
“Yeah, please!” 
“Alright, alright
” You chuckled. “So long time ago
” 
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nanivinsmoke · 5 months ago
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Hello nani!! I just wanted to say I just read your all of me logan x reader and I love it! Was wondering If you could do logan x reader smut with the song ride by somo (been having it in my head for a while) but if you can't that's fine keep up the awesome work love!!
Ride .
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✩ logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x mutant!femreader
â™Șmy body on your body baby, stickin like some glue
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✩ you usually don’t sleep with your coworkers, but during this mission
.the tension between you two becomes unbearable.
✩ tags: nasty, slutty sex, sex in a car, riding, oral sex, creampie, rough fucking, everything is slutty when it comes to him, jealous logan, you are a teacher at the Xavier school for the gifted, added some plot too, you can control any form of matter, liquid is your fave tho

✩ note: hello! thanks for the req, anon this song choice đŸ™‚â€â†•ïž I’ve got freaky followers! also had xmen/x2 wolverine in mind. song at the bottom of the page!
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Charles left you in charge for today, something he does once every two months with his head teachers. He did it so you guys could gain experience and know how to take charge if something ever happened to him. It happens more frequently than you’d think.
Before you, it was Storm and she did an amazing job. Everyone loved her as the school’s professor, there were less accidents within the school and more mutants had come too. Unlike Scott, who was more brutal with his approach, leading to some students leaving the academy. Charles was upset and even though he didn’t show it, everyone knew it.
However, unlike those two, Logan was a little more reckless with his approach. There’s was fight breaking out almost everyday, but those same fights were mended that same day they happened. Plus, tons of students joined just because they heard THE Wolverine was there. He might’ve been a dick most of the time, however he had a heart.
And that’s why you decided to partner up with him for today’s mission. Well, that was partially true. In all honesty you had the biggest crush on him and you wanted to get the opportunity to be with him all day. Hoping to get the chance to jump his bones.
You entered the conference room with a smile, your chunky, patent leather boots echoing against the wooden floors; turning your coworkers attention over to you. Your hair flowed beautifully as you made your way in front of the round tables cleaning your throat while looking at their faces—your eyes lingering on Logan’s a little bit longer, before you spoke.
“Charles left me in charge for this month. For my very first day, i expect great results! In order for great results to happen, we have to put in the effort. I compared the results from the last couple of months. Logan and Storm, the two of you were outstanding. Quantity of students and Quality of missions were in our high range, however with you Scott

we were very low.” You turned your attention over to him, watching his body tense up and earning a chuckle from Logan.
You cleared your throat before continuing, “This isn’t to bash anyone, but to help us grow as a school and as teacher’s. These mutants come from all over to us because we understand them. They want to be comfortable and not reminded of their past lives. So, in order for this all to happen, im giving you all new partners.” There was some whispers as they turned to look at their current partners.
“Storm and Jean, you two are together. Hank and Nightcrawler, Scott and Colossus. Logan?” He pulled out his cigar and connect his eyes with yours.
“You’re with me.”
The two of you walked side to side as you approached the school’s parking lot passing the variety of cars, on the way to your own. “So, what’s this mission about?” He spoke from behind you, his eyes following your hips as you walked, trailing down to your ass and how heavy it looked in those black leather jean’s you were wearing.
“We’re looking for a mutant named Cupid and no he’s not the blonde bitch from Olympus.” You cursed, earning a chuckle from Logan.
Finally reaching your car, Logan was amazed at your taste. Your car was a matte black dodge charger, with lightly tinted windows and matching leather seats. He hopped in the passenger seat while you occupied the driver’s. “Tell me more about this love bastard,” now you were the one to chuckle. God was he hot.
“Cupid’s been causing a lot of issues in city, he currently resides in a small town and the mayor has asked for our help. His powers are based on two emotes everyone has. Love and Hate. He can control a person based on those emotions.” You pulled out of the lot, driving to your mission’s destination.
“Now, we can either do this Charle’s way or my way.” He turned to you, with an eyebrow raise, puffing on his cigar.
“And what way is that?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, baby~”
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The car ride was quiet, besides your radio playing and the sound of his breathing while puffed on his cigar. However, Logan took glances at you from here and there. Watching how your eyes would gleam as the sun hit it, how you would bob head to the songs you liked, and those lips
.god your lips looked heavenly. He could stare at those all day, wishing he could kiss them forever.
“Logan?” You called out and he snapped out of his days, looking around before looking back at you. “You okay? We’re here.” You raised an eyebrow and he nodded, the two of you stepping out of the car and approaching the apple green house.
You lead the way, while Logan watched your back. Those hazel eyes stuck on your derriùre. “I don’t know exactly how he uses his powers, so just be on your game, Lo.” You turned your head slightly, giving him a small smile before turning around to knock on the white door. A few seconds after, a male appeared wearing a ruby red robe and blue boxer’s, pinching his nose as he sniffed.
You turned to look at your partner before back at the mutant. “Are you, Ezekiel?” You asked, a smile on your face while Logan wore his usual resting face. “Depends, are you the cops?” He asked, eyes falling from yours and onto Logan’s before going back to yours. You shook your head and smiled once more.
“Do you mind if we come in? We aren’t going to hurt you, we just wanna talk.” He said nothing, studying both of your faces before turning away; letting you both in. You followed after him, looking around his house—trying to understand him before speaking with him. Logan watched as the kid plopped on his messy couch, pulling out a small trinket and sniffing the contents. He let out an exasperated sigh and locked eyes with Logan.
“Want some?”
“I’m good, bub.” You finally joined them and sat down in the small chair across from him, Logan opting to stand besid you—cigar in the corner of his mouth.
“We’re from the Charles Xavier school for the gifted mutants. We heard about the little trouble you’ve been causing here.” He looked at you and relaxed on the couch, smirking.
“Trouble? I just help those that needed it, isn’t that what you do? I heard about this school
.this Xavier guy seems like a quack. Not interested, but if you lose the top, I might be convinced.” You could sense Logan’s mood change and you held your hand out, letting him know that you had this. Guess it’s time to do it your way. Sorry Professor.
You slowly undid the buttons that held your black button up together, freeing some of your cleavage, making both Logan and Ezekiel look at you. You stared at him, smirk etching onto your face while you used your powers on the cocky mutant. He started to choke and gasp for air, causing Logan to look at him and then at you.
“Listen, do you want to die? These people are going to get fed up with you quite soon and when they do, they won’t stop until they hunt you down and have your dumb blonde head on a stick. But why wait for that when I can do it myself?” Your tone was cold and your eyes had darkened, scaring the mutant. His pale face was turning a shade of pink and Logan was getting worried.
“Princess
.” He started off, but you held your hand out again. “What do ya say? Want me to kill you? Or will you let us help you and keep you safe?” You released the pressure on his throat, letting Ezekiel catch his breath. He nodded and let out a breathless okay, and you smiled; quickly buttoning your top back up before standing on your two feet.
“Good, see you at the school. Logan, give him the card.” You said leaving the two men in the house. Logan dropped the card onto the dark oak coffee table, before looking at the mutant.
“Dude, she’s crazy!”
“Tell me bout’ it,” He muttered on his way out.
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You sat in the passenger seat while Logan drove, looking out the window, in complete silence. There was some obvious tension there and you were trying your best to find out why.
“Logan? Is there something wrong?” You turned and looked at him, eyes dancing across his face. He was silent and then he looked at you, his mouth painted with a scowl.
“Yeah there is.”
“What is it?” He said nothing and you continued to look at him, before he pulled the car over on the side of the road, putting it in park and turning it off—unbuckling his seat belt along with yours.
“Think that was okay? What you pulled back there? Showing him what’s mine?” Your eyes widened and you could feel a throbbing sensation below, you crossed your legs in your seat and kept your face unreadable. Seeing you show off your breasts to the mutant had Logan seething, those were for his eyes only. You were his.
“Did Cupid use his powers on you? You okay.—“ He cut you off and pulled you by your hair, forcing your face towards his and pressing his lips onto yours—which you happily accepted. His lips were so intoxicating and you couldn’t—didn’t want to pull yourself from them. Finally getting what you wanted and when he pulled away, spit trail following, you whimpered; eyes plagued with arousal.
“Logan
” you whispered and he chuckled. “I know princess, I can smell how much you want it.” He patted his lap and you practically hopped out of your seat and into his lap, reconnecting your lips while grinding against his bulge that pressed into your middle.
Both of your hands roamed each other’s bodies, kissing and licking on each other’s sensitive spots, the car steaming up from your actions. Soon, you couldn’t bear the teasing anymore and you slowly pulled your clothes off; your top along with your bra being flung into the passenger seat—while you continued to occupy his lap.
His large hands cupping your breasts, earning a soft moan from you, before he replaced his hands with his mouth; his warm tongue glued onto your sensitive nipples. You couldn’t help your moans, hands tugging on his hair, lower half grinding on his clothed cock.
“Please Lo
.neeed you to fuck me,~” You begged, moaning when he put your nipple in between his teeth, teasing it lightly.
“Gotta taste you first. Get that pretty ass in the back, princess.” You happily hopped in your car’s back seat, tugging your jeans off your thighs while he climbed in the back right behind you, pulling the jeans completely off of you—putt them with the rest of your clothes.
He eyed your half naked body, licking his lips while he trailed down from your face to the wet spot that appeared on your dark grey panties. “So wet for me. Never give this pussy up, okay?” He spanked your clothed cunt, making you yelp out and nodded your head; bottom lip between your teeth—watching his every move.
He pulled off his leather jacket, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles; his muscles practically ripping through his beater. Both set of lips flushed with wetness, ready for what’s to come next and when he connected his mouth with your sopping wet cunt after tearing those panties off ya—your eyes immediately rolled back into your head.
Logan’s own eyes closing after tasting you, savoring how sweet you tasted. He had been thinking about this ever since he met you. He had fantasized about you every night, dreaming about you cumming all over his face. And now here he was, fulfilling his wish.
His tongue lapped up your juices like he was a dog drinking from his bowl, sucking on your throbbing clit; making you let out a series of moans—hands connecting with his hair again. “F-f-fuck
.feels soo good, Lo’.” He hummed in response, lips still attached to your cunt while he added two fingers into the mix, pumping in and out of your wetness.
You were a babbling mess, moving your hips up and down; almsot riding his face—orgasm seconds away and you desperately needed to let go. “Gonna cum for me princess? Go ahead, cum all over my face. I need to taste how gushy this cunt can be.”
He was so nasty with his words, you couldn’t help but to let go; cumming all over his face and creaming on his fingers. Logan didn’t stop lapping up your juices or fucking your with his fingers, he kept going—wanting to drain all of you, until you had to beg him to stop. You pulled him up by his hair and smashed your plump lips on his, tasting yourself—moaning while he palmed your still throbbing cunt.
You pulled away and pulled his boxers down by the hem, freeing his cock; his eyes glued to yours as you immediately went to rubbing on his head. His translucent slick melting into your hands while you rubbed and jerked his mushroom tip. You watched his face contort with pleasure, his hips slowly pumping up into your fist.
“Stop teasing me, princess.” He let out a small whimper and you felt a heartbeat shoot through your core after hearing it. Logan watched as you spread your legs across his lap, squatting and angling his dick at your entrance—lowering yourself down and hissing from how he stretched you out. He was so big, pushing your walls past its normal limit. It had been a while, but none of them had ever reached his size.
“So big
” his hand fell on your hip, fingers grasping onto your ass, holding you when you finally lowered down onto him all the way.
“I know baby, but you can take it.” He slapped your ass making a slutty mewl leave your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, cunt clenching and unclenching around him before you started to bounce on him. You gasped as his tip practically kissed your cervix, his dick so deep inside of you.
But, as you continued to move, that threshold of pain vanished and was replaced with pleasure. You happily bounced on his dick, skin clapping with each move you made; his lips ghosting yours as your face was mere inches apart.
“Just like that, princess
.shit,” You were so fucking tight and wet, cunt so slippery, creating a sheen of wetness on his cock. The mutant never had anything like this and he wasn’t going to give it up to anybody.
“Showing off those pretty titties to other men? Fuck, i could kill him. Want me to do that?” He grunted, pushing your hips down, making you take him even deeper. You shook your head and gripped onto his muscular shoulders, keeping steady as you bounced.
“N-no
I'm sorry, daddy! Fuck—you’re reaching so deep, Logan!” You were clinging to him so tightly, the man was losing it. He pushed you all the way down, big rough hands gripped your waist, while his tip was pressed right in your cervix—before he scooted halfway off the car seat and pushing your torso closer to his, proceeding to drill your cunt sloppy.
The loud squelching noise combined with your sweet noises was enough fuel for the wild mutant. Your ass jiggling with each movement, rocking the car as you bounced. You were close, so close now and he felt it. Felt how your walls were spasming around his girth and how louder your moans got when he hit that spot over and over. And he was right behind you too.
“Let it go, princess. Cum for daddy~” His voice was deep and sensual, adding to the intense pleasure you were receiving—making it easier for you to cum. You were seeing white as you came; nails digging into his shoulder blades while gushing all over his cock.
And as he continued to split your cunt in half, his own release came down hard and he was pumping milky white ropes inside of you. He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your back and straight to your cunt—earning a stream of clear arousal from it, drenching his cock and the seat beneath him. You had never squirted before and with Logan being the first, had you deeper in love than you were ever before. You were his for the taking.
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After cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, Logan left you in the backseat of your car before starting the car up and continuing with the drive to the mansion. He kept his eyes on you in the rear view mirror, watching you as you slept; a smile etched on his face before he placed a cigar into his mouth.
He was in love and he was never going to lose you. You were his best rider after all.
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lemoncrushh · 10 months ago
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MASTERLIST
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>> Learn a little about me and my writing here <<
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Everything is in order from oldest to newest. Unfortunately, all of my 2015 blurbs and one-shots got deleted from Wattpad, and I didn't have them saved anywhere else, so we begin with 2016.
The 2016 Blurbs
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Taboo You and Harry have a little fun in the bathroom during a party.
Victoria's Secret Harry meets Victoria, a beautiful plus-size woman, at a party and is quite smitten with her.
The One Where Harry Tries to Win You Back When Harry cancels your date again, you decide to go out alone.
Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me You and Harry have a cute and silly evening together. AKA, Harry can’t help being cute, even when he’s drunk.
Happy Place While staying at a cabin with friends, Harry comforts you when you’re feeling down.
You're Never This Quiet Harry has been quiet all evening and you wonder why.
You Said You'd Never Leave You worry that you can no longer handle being Harry’s girlfriend.
Show Me Your Texts, or It's Over Harry finds out you've been in contact with your ex and gives you an ultimatum.
Just for the Record After returning home from a concert with Harry, you share a smoke and a bed.
Scars You have scars and are hesitant about letting Harry see you naked for the first time.
I Miss You You’ve grown frustrated and lonely because Harry is always busy.
Best Friends You and Harry are best friends, but he would love for it be more.
Rooms On Fire (The Morning After) You meet Harry Styles at a party and have an amazing night.
Slave 4 U 2 Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.
The Opera You and Harry can’t keep your hands off each other at the opera.
My Home You and Harry visit his family, but you have to stay in Gemma’s room.
A Night Out with Harry You take care of Harry after a drunken night out.
Back For You Harry is in town, and you go visit him at the hotel.
Melt A sexy evening with Harry.
Heartstrings You become One Direction’s new guitarist and you and your best friend Harry realize you have feelings for each other.
What's It Like You can’t sleep and decide to pay Harry a visit in the next room.
The Lucky One Harry is not too pleased when you run into your old high school crush at a restaurant.
Too Long It’s been too long since you and Harry have had sex.
Anniversary Pancakes Harry and his daughter make breakfast for his wife on their anniversary
We're Gonna Have a Baby Telling Harry he’s gonna be a dad.
Lyrics and Melodies: AM A very smitten Harry takes Julia back to his place for drinks and more music.
Claiming His Territory Harry gets jealous when he thinks another guy fancies you, and he decides to claim his territory.
This Is Me You're Talking To You and Harry are divorced, but you both still have feelings for each other.
Meeting Harry Styles After actress Mia Tangelo meets Harry Styles at a One Direction concert, he surprises her by showing up at her film premiere.
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? Harry invites Rebecca to his Christmas party, but she overthinks too much, misinterpreting his intentions and nearly missing out on her chance to be with him on New Year’s Eve.
Kiss Me Kiss Me Samantha and Harry’s story of young romance and a first kiss.
Sweat Some post-workout sex.
Saturday Night Harry needs comforting after his performance on SNL.
Live From New York Harry’s on SNL and he gets a little jealous when he thinks you’re not there for him.
Leather and Lace The night Harry sang with Stevie at the Troubadour.
I Wish That It Could Be Like That An affair with Harry has taken its toll and is no longer enough.
Faithfully Harry shares the story of how you two met and fell in love.
Running On Empty An unfortunate incident at the gym.
Sometimes It Be That Way Soon after a breakup, Lilliana met Harry
but their relationship may have been doomed from the start.
Stones T-Shirt Commenting on Harry’s Rolling Stones shirt at a party leads to going to a concert with him.
Carrot Cake Harry has something he’s been wanting to ask Y/N, but the timing is never right.
Kinda Perfect It’s a girls’ night out and Harry shows up, but you decide not to let your new friend Tiffany know that Harry is your boyfriend.
What Happens In Vegas... Your Vegas trip to celebrate your friend’s birthday turns into a night you hadn’t expected when you meet Harry Styles in the casino.
Easy Like Sunday Morning It's your last day with Harry before he leaves.
Connect Not wanting to lose their connection, Lily takes a surprise trip to see Harry.
Comfort Food Jessica, a self-proclaimed foodie, helps her classmate Harry study for their Biology test.
Her Album Harry has finished recording his album, and he wants her to hear it. [in Harry's POV]
Ruin the Friendship It’s Ella’s birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.
You and I Alyssa always wanted Harry, so every time he called, she was there waiting for him at the bar. But one night, things shifted between them.
Rain Rain Lexie is on her way to visit her sister, and she’s taking Harry on the road trip with her, planning to drop him off at his friend’s house for a wedding. But the weather has other plans.
That Sunday, That Summer Kelly’s roommate Bianca talks her into participating in a celebrity charity scavenger hunt that Harry Styles surprisingly attends.
Friends Don't Harry and Gabriella have been good friends for a few years. But neither of them knows the feelings the other has.
Mistletoe & Holly Harry finally reveals to his friend Holly how he feels about her on her birthday
which just happens to be Christmas.
Dressing For Revenge // Part 2 Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him.
Kiss Me Deadly The annual Halloween party at the local pub has Y/N excited when she decides to invite her boss at the University, Mr. Styles. But she soon begins to second guess her decision when Harry starts acting odd. Is Harry Styles really who she thinks he is? Will this Halloween be a fantasy come true
or the kiss of death?
Through the Wall Harry is your handsome neighbour, and you keep hearing him through the wall.
bad idea harry styles is back from uni and he looks better than you remember. problem is, he's your ex's brother.
break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored part 2 of bad idea - after that one night with harry, you can't stop thinking about him...but things don't exactly turn out like you'd hoped.
Touch You’ve been having a hard time getting yourself off, so your roommate Harry offers a hand.
Filthy Cute You and Harry are in a secret relationship, and you get a little jealous when you think he’s flirting with your friend.
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Out of Bounds After a few years of being a housewife, Tisa Jordan decided to go back to school. Hoping to find inspiration and a new direction in life, she didn’t expect to meet Harry Styles, a handsome British twenty-year-old. [39 chapters]
Cubicle  I’m Harry. I have a mundane job where I sit in a cubicle all day. But things just got better because the hottest babe just started working here. And I’m determined to make her mine, even if just for one night. I’m Roni. I just started this new job, but all I can think about is the hottie in the corner cubicle. I think he likes me too. [22 chapters]
Fratboy Harry Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn’t care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything. [10 parts]
The Entertainer Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar. [10 parts]
Too Far From Texas Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star. [33 chapters]
Seven Six Five They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again. (Real Harry x Plus Size OC, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]
Tattooed Heart You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion. (Tattoo artist!harry x waitress y/n, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]
The Entertainer II * Updates will be sporadic * What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.
Wild Horses * Updates will be sporadic * Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.
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thekaiserroll · 10 months ago
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Love advice
Zoro has a crush on Sanji, and he needs advice on how to court him. Well, why not ask the love cook himself?
Zoro tells Sanji he’s in love with someone and would like to court them, but he doesn't know how. Sanji is shocked that THE Marimo actually fell for someone, but he’s also a little moved that he came to him for advice. He agrees.
He tells him the basic rules while on the ship. When they reach an island Sanji offers to go on a fake date show Marimo the best places where he could go with his date and how to act in certain situations.
It happens a few more times on different islands. Though They often get sidetracked and end up just having fun together. Instead of going to a fancy restaurant or some kind of romantic boat ride (that honestly makes Zoro’s skin crawl) they end up grocery shopping or drinking together in a bar. Sanji has to keep reminding himself not to let that happen. It makes him feel guilty. He shouldn’t be distracted. At first Sanji was happy for Zoro that he found someone he loves so much that he’s eager to change and learn all those things. He was honestly excited to help him. But as they spent more and more time together he started to feel a little jealous and sad. All that fun they currently have won’t last. Sanji taught Zoro almost everything he knows. It doesn’t help that he uses all those techniques against him. He really doesn’t have to keep proving to him how much he’s learnt. It’s also annoying how each time makes him feel like his heart is about to burst.
Sanji decides it can’t go on like that, and he tells Zoro there’s nothing else to teach him. For some reason, that damn Marimo continues to flirt with him, and it just keeps making him more and more upset. One day, he bursts out at Zoro and tells him that he no longer has to practice on him and that he should flirt with the person he actually likes. "I am! You’re the one I like! I thought that was obvious." Zoro screams back frustrated.
Oh
Oh
I can just imagine Zoro and Sanji running off excitedly to the town while holding hands after getting money from Nami. Confused Usopp asks them what are they up to that they’re in such a hurry and Sanji screams back: “I’m taking Marimo on a date” without elaborating any further. Everyone on the ship starts wondering if they’re hallucinating.
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alastorss · 11 months ago
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Yahallo! I absolutely love your writing!! And and I just saw the Alastor x cat!demon Reader you did and I was wondering if perhaps you may be able to add more ideas of your own to it? With the reader's feline behavior and what would Alastor's thoughts would be on it and such
If you're okay with that ofc aaa
a/n: the cat demon!reader au has grown on me a lot and i have some ideas about them and alastor together!
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‱ I mentioned it a little bit in this fic, but I like to imagine you just show up at his door with dead rodents you hunted and you leave them there as little courting gifts. He's sort of off put by it at first thinking you're trying to threaten him, but eventually he realizes you're being nice to him and he eases up about it
‱ Was never really an animal person when he was alive but he's come to appreciate your company. He'll let you lounge in his lap while he reads, or curl up in his bed with him when he's in a really good mood
‱ You talk more than other demons which initially irked him, but he got used to it and even enjoys hearing you go on about your day to him
‱ Thinks it's rather cute that your ears go flat against your head when you get mad at him
‱ On that note, he also thinks it's pretty funny that they're a dead giveaway to how you feel in most situations. How did he find out you had a raging crush on him? Your ears perking up everytime he walked into a room really did not help your case
‱ Is so deathly insecure about his own tail but loves yours for some reason. Like, he's midly jealous of it until he realizes he would hate his life if he had that attached to him 24/7
‱ One time Angel tricked him into saying "little meow meow" out loud and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a week
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bomber-grl · 2 months ago
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hi! I’m the anon who sent the naruto headcanons and I wanted to say that I loved them! I was wondering if you could please do more of them, always with team 7 and how the act at the beginning of a relationship/how they keep courting the male/gn reader, maybe how they act when they’re feeling jealous. Thank you again!
Relationship + Jealousy Headcanons
Pairing: Characters x Gn!Ninja!Reader (teammate)
Character(s): Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha
A/n : I’m glad you loved the first ones and I hope you enjoy these too :]
Naruto Uzumaki
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Once you start dating he’s in between these two categories: clingy and shy
One second he’d be the hyperactive person we all know (and love) him to be
Going on about Hokage stuff, ramen or honestly anything that comes up in that empty brain of his
Then he’d suddenly become like weirdly self aware, stiff up, turn to you, and continue but with a blush and be more quiet about his interests than before
You could assume it’s him being insecure but he really just gets bashful sometimes
I mean cmon
He’s probs had a crush on you for years and when you get together- you’re like the only person who would even consider him as a potential partner (in his mind)
Especially with how people treated him
Gradually he does get comfortable again, I mean at one point you guys were friends and he was really open about everything
Well eventually it gets to that point again
Just that this time whenever he’s being bold, he turns to you all bashful and turns back away and continues rambling
He’s really stupid but in an endearing way
Naruto is obviously pretty strong, head on and stubborn- we all know that
So imagine some idiot bumping into you and spilling all your stuff
Well Naruto ain’t letting it slide and confronts the person
Whatever stage of life you guys are at, this will go sorta different
Yet weirdly the same-
If you guys are younger, like when team 7 is still the og team 7
Then he’d be stubborn and be really confrontational- going as far as insulting the person and ordering them to help pick your stuff up (whether they do it or not- I can’t say)
If you’re older/mid teens then he’s the same honestly 😭
No matter what he’d still have this “dumb” air around him and don’t think I’m saying it as a bad thing
Because it really is endearing
He’ll always have your back
This was all to say that he’s pretty protective of you
Not when it comes to fighting all that much cuz you probably have it covered (though he’d still be there)
But mostly just when someone disrespects you
Also he’s so sweet
He’ll try to bring you traditional gifts like chocolates or substitute that with something else you like
He’ll always present it to you bashfully and hope that you’ll accept
Despite the fact that you’re literally with him?? Hello?
Also please just indulge him when going to Ichiraku ramen for dates or lunch
Most times he does try to make it up to you if you don’t like those types of dates
Also when it comes to affection, it does take a while for him to fully accept it
He’d definitely be surprised by it and fluster a bit
Eventually he does like physical affection- quite a lot actually
He’ll specifically scout you out for a hug or even to ruffle his hair
Just do it, we all know how touch starved he is
Jealousy wise I’d imagine two different scenarios too
The first is that it’s super obvious that he’s jealous 😭
It’s all over his face and he’s being mean (?) to the person that’s all over you (or not, maybe just someone attractive that’s around you a lil too much)
He’d be pouting too
During this time Sakura or any onlookers at all really, would tell him to cut it out cuz of his more than obvious attitude (second hand embarrassment 4 them)
He’d be sort of immature too
Mocking the person and wondering if they’re really better than him
This is all obvious to you so you’d probably be the first to bring it up
Not that Naruto is bad at communication just that he didn’t think of it
The other way he acts is not jealous- that’s only because he’s oblivious to the other persons advances on you
So he’d be all chill w this person and nice and stuff
And this person is just confused on why blud is okay with it 😭
Sakura Haruno
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She’s literally the best person to date ever
She’s also really shy when you start dating
Not like she’s afraid to be affectionate because she really does want to be, but sometimes she gets a bit bashful at the idea
When she decides to be bold and hold your hand or even goes for a hug -
If you even slightly tease her she’ll definitely give you a serving of her iconic punch- straight to the face too 😭
Scratch that, she’ll throw an uppercut
Despite this comedic scene, once you hug her back she’ll feel touched and it just becomes a sweet moment for the two of you
Most moments with her tend to follow the same pattern as above
Gift wise she’ll definitely be the type of person to make you sweet home made stuff or even goes as far as buying treats or stuff she knows you’ll enjoy
Shed be flustered when she gives it to you and maybe a bit tsundere if Naruto or Ino is there to tease her for it
She’d likely give it to you later in the evening when she knows you’re not too busy
Despite the fact that you’re lit together
And that’s when she gives it to you
The only way to react is being overjoyed at the gift and hugging her or giving her some affection, I don’t make the rules
And if you decide for this to be your first kiss? Inner sakura would definitely be there totally pumped up while irl she’s acting all like a “shy” girl 😭
After having been walked home by you and closed the front door, she would definitely celebrate the new achievement
Now when it comes to what Sakura expects of you, just be the bare minimum
I swear I can’t emphasize this enough, just be a decent person
Even though we all know she deserves more
Make sure to gift her stuff in return too, not just lousy stuff but something you know she’ll cherish
Doesn’t even have to be expensive just something you know she’ll like, even then it wouldn’t hurt for it to have been costly
She’s always thinking of you too
You’re on her mind literally every waking hour
She walks home after a busy day and walks by a stall/store window and sees something you might like? She figures it wouldn’t hurt to buy it
She’s deciding what to eat? She’ll go out of her way to get something you can both share/ something of bigger portion just to have an excuse to sit with you
Not even something she has to do since her presence alone is a gift
She’s so beautiful too
And when you tell her, either by just slipping up because you were too entranced by her- she’ll be super flustered and try to play it off as a joke or you being “weird”
She’ll definitely go to sleep thinking about it though
Twirling her hair and kicking her feet and all
Eventually dates are in order
I won’t lie, Sakura would definitely want you to take her out first
She’s not even opposed to taking you out for a meal and paying either
She just prefers for you to first
Whether it’s for reassurance or preference- well it’s really unclear
Anyways, you end up taking her to a nice restaurant with plenty of choices
She doesn’t mind if it’s a small or quiet one either
Just as long as it’s with you
I do think Sakura would be the jealous type, try to hide it, but then fail miserably
Let me explain
Let’s say a person comes up to you- or even someone you’re assigned to protect is being awfully flirty
Well she’ll be as calm as she can be but it’s so obvious with her harsh actions that she’s fuming
Inner Sakura definitely shows that too
She doesn’t blame it on you or anything so that’s good but she’d still be pissed
It’s super funny too because Naruto would be terrified of interacting with her because then she’ll just take it out on him
And Sai? Yea he doesn’t gaf, he’ll still approach her
Even if it ends in him be wrangled and Naruto joining in
Naruto just because he was nearby*
This behavior doesn’t stop until the person leaves
Afterwards Sakura just doesn’t like the person at all 😭
Sasuke Uchiha
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Og nonchalant
Or not???
Really depends with him because he sort of has mood swings
On one hand he’s really focused on his goal of restoring his clan and yknow the whole Itachi bit
(Not really a mood swing)
But he can’t deny that you’ve captured his heart
Plus, with him and his behavior- you’re likely super stubborn or hella in love
Probably both
I mean you’re already dating at this point but nothing really changes much
He’s pretty straightforward but with information that’s private- he keeps it that way
It’s pretty sad (?) in a way
At first it could definitely come off as him not liking you point blank
But when you really think about it you know that can’t be the case
You’re like the only person he’s ever even slightly been nice to
Honestly I’d believe it if you’re the only one amongst the Konoha residents that has seen sasuke laugh or smile
Up to a certain point)
He may be cold and distant but he doesn’t mean to be
He realizes that too the more you go into your relationship
So he tries not to be so emotionally constipated and tries to show you in subtle ways that, yes, he actually does care
Quite a lot honestly
Not really subtle though because it’s a stark difference between how he normally acts
By the time sasuke has the courage to hold your hand- it’s by the time where couples would normally have been doing much more
Honestly really depends when you date him too
Because if your relationship starts at teams 7 era
No it didn’t, he’s too clouded by getting revenge to actually act on it
Maybe, just maybe during shippuden
Even then he’s extremely difficult and hard to be around sometimes
And if you’re together, his behavior could definitely be a dealbreaker and cause some fights in your relationship
Patience is definitely required if you wanna go down the sasuke route 😼‍💹
I know I said previously that sasuke is really distant for a good while even with you
but eventually, gradually, he does open up more
Like about his past, his motivations, private and more vulnerable stuff like that
Now without the angsty-ish hcs, interacting with sasuke affectionately also has varied reactions
More often than not he’ll be, what can best be described as, tsundere
You could try and hug him while he’s overthinking but he’ll just shrink away
- a reaction that shows you he doesn’t feel like being touched
Obviously it’s a boundary that’s respected by you but it could also cause you to feel upset too
Then, after he shrinks away you look up to him
more specifically his face
Immediately you can see blush dusted on his cheeks
He gets easily flustered by interactions like this, I mean I can’t even imagine how touch starved he is
Now comes the rare occasion where he’s fine with it
Even leans into your touch
It’s pretty rare but sometimes he’s just exhausted and craves your touch
What can I say
Jealousy wise he’s terrible
He’s extremely jealous but tries to act like he isn’t bothered by what’s happening at all
Might even distance himself even more from you if he feels jealous
Could even spiral to him overthinking and feeling like his attachment to you is a weakness
Which quickly disappears because then he goes over to you and yanks you away from the person in question
Also did I forget to mention? DONT TEASE HIM
I can emphasize this enough
Hugging him for the first time in a while and he accepts? Don’t say anything
Same with this
I know people usually like to tease their partners with “awww you’re jealous?” But that’s just antagonizing him
Causes him to trust you less too so a definite ‘not’
Also extremely possessive over you
Like he’s usually hostile to others for no reason but if you’re being targeted then he’s definitely pissed off
Especially if someone thinks they can even try to make moves on you
Definitely takes a lot of patience but just dont pity him I guess (?) 😭
If you’re caring or try to be sympathetic with him he’ll mistake it for pity so yea
He gets more comfortable as the relationship becomes more serious
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tsumuus · 6 months ago
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crushing on you | aces
a/n short headcanons on if the haikyuu aces had a crush on you. not proofread.
characters kotaro bokuto, asahi azumane, hajime iwaizumi, kiyoomi sakusa
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kotaro bokuto
you and bokuto became friends at the start of high school
your similar personalities helped the two of you click
both having positive energys
but he also just loced how kind you were
he realized his feelings for you very quickly
once he did he became even more energetic and enthusiastic
constantly trying to make you laugh and smile
golden retriever boy energy
he gets butterflies whenever he hears your laugh
which is why he constantly tries to do so
he's quite open about his feelings
always including little quips like "youre so cute" "this is why i like you so much" "youre the best" into your conversations
but you can't really tell if thats just how he talks or if he genuinely feels that way about you
he loves to send you random ass reel and tiktoks that he knowns will make you laugh
constant texts that are just updates about his day or what he's seen
like "i was late to class, my teacher was so madâ˜čâ˜čâ˜č" "saw a squirrel otw to practice today and it lowkey looked like you" "akashi asked why you weren't at practice today and now i'm wondering the sameđŸ˜«"
on the note about visiting him at practice
he always invites you to all his games
he tells you youre his goodluck charm
once he thinks ready to take the next step in your relationship
he first asks akaashi for his opinion
akaashi told him that if he believes that he's ready and that you feel the same, there really shouldn't be anything else in his way
asahi azumane
you and asahi have been friends since middle school
but he probably figured out his feelings for you around second year
he noticed how much he looked forward to your company
and how much his heart fluttered at your smile
he becomes more shy and reserved
which right away made you question what was going on with him
because he hasn't acted like this around you since middle school
but he just gets so flusteredwhen you are around
but he's still so protective over you
"looks like he could kill you, is a cinnamon roll" ew kill me barf gag gross im so sorryđŸ€ź
he walks you to school
he enjoys these kind of moments together before the teasing and torment he gets from sugawara and daichi
he just loves to listen to you talk
like just sits and stares at you with starstruck eyes
ugh hes absolutely smitten with you
he keeps his feelings to himself for so long though
like until halfway through your third year of high school
he's tired of the teasing from his friends
so he finally asks them for advice
and they just encourage him to toughen up, be brave, and be honest, and all will go well
hajime iwaizumi
you two have been friends since elementary school/childhood
met because of oikawa
you and oikawa were neighbors and happened to come over when iwaizumi was over
the rest history
jk
he saw you as a friend for the longest time
but EVERYONE could see it was more than that
but he's just like
"is it not normal to get flustered around your friend?"
"to get butterflies when she holds your hand when crossing through a busy street?"
"to get jealous when oikawa or mattsun or makki are getting a little to handsy?"
"to get sad when youre not the first person she goes to after a volleyball game?""
"to be disappointed when youre not the first person you go to vent after a particularly bad day?"
like no iwaizumi, absolutely not
but once he finally does realize he likes you, ooooooh boy
super protective but gets nervous around you hecka now that he knows why those butterflies appear in his stomach
he lowkey gets a little distant
leave him alone he just needs to figure this stuff out on his own
but after a while
he brings up to the other third years after practice that he 'might' have feelings for you
and theyre like "yeah duh"
he's just scared because he's always seen you as just a friend until recently and what if you will just always see him a friend no matter what
kiyoomi sakusa
childhood friends to lovers all the wayyyyyy
dont @ me
he's always known you were more special to him than anyone else
he likes things the way he does, and why should he be ashamed of that?
youre included in that list of "things"
because no matter what you do
you could never push him away from you
fo lifersssss fr
idk why but glue song by beabadoobee is playing in my head as i'm thinking about this
"youve been hiding in plain sight"
anyways moving on
i don't like using the word simp
bit he's your biggest simp
and he doesn't get why everybody else isn't as obsessed with you as he is
he is completely and utterly infatuated with you
but even if he's always known of how he felt for you
he constantly lives in fear as to whether you feel the same or not
he's scared you see him as nothing more than a friend
which he's accepted
but that doesn't mean he doesn't want something more
so i believe no matter how much advice or encouragement he would recieve from others like komori
he wouldn't be the one to confess
so it'd be up to you to move the relationship foward lol
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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months ago
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hello! i was wondering if you'd want to write a ford x reader where reader works for stan and meets ford post-portal and develops a crush on him. but stan and reader are close and platonically flirty so ford thinks they're together and he gets jealous. đŸ€­âœšïž
‘When were you going to tell me you had an extremely hot and smart twin brother? If ever?’ You asked Stan. It has been roughly a week since Ford had come back from the portal and needles to say you were captivated by the man behind the journals. He was smart, great with his grand nice and nephew but most of all, an absolute silver fox! You were too nervous to say anything to him to begin with, fearing that you’d say something stupid that made your sudden infatuation with Ford a little too obvious for your own likening; and instead chose to bother Stanley about his twin instead like you usually did with most things.
‘Am I not hot enough for you that your eyes are wandering towards my brother,’ Stan playfully scoffs as he crosses his arms and looked away from you, ‘I expected more from you.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics.
‘I just happen to like them a little more on the rugged side.’ You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
‘And I’m apparently not rugged enough for you? I can be rugged.’ Stan said as he continued to act hurt by your sudden romantic interest in his brother, not knowing that said brother was standing in the doorway, watching you both as though he was watching a lovers spat.
‘You’re not rugged Stanley.’ You insisted as you couldn’t help but lean into his side, always finding your little back and forths a highlight of your day no matter what you were dealing with, which was why you valued Stan as one of your closest and best friend.
‘I am so rugged!’ Stanley exclaimed.
‘No you’re not. You’re the furthest thing from rugged but that doesn’t mean you can’t be sexy in a different way.’ You tell him casually as he moves to stand in front of you, hands on your shoulders.
‘I can so be sexy and rugged for you!’ Stanley continued on as though he had a point to prove to you and it made Ford frown. Mabel had told him that you and Stanley’s relationship was purely platonic, nothing inherently romantic at all as she encouraged him to at least speak to you, but the scene that played out in front of him was anything but platonic with the way Stanley had his hands on your shoulders; or the way you looked at one another made Ford a little sick to his stomach.
Maybe Mabel was mistaken when it came to yours and Stan’s relationship, maybe this had all been a misunderstanding on his part as Ford looked down at the journal in his hand as though it held all the answers, all before giving it a tight squeeze between his hands; feeling as his heart sank a little when he watched you reach up to hold Stanley’s hands as you looked at Stan with a look Ford could only selfishly wish was aimed at him instead.
‘You don’t have to be any of those things where you’re perfect as you are, you silver tongued conman.’ You winked playfully at Stan, who smiled brightly in response before moving his hands so they could hold your face as he kissed you on the forehand. ‘Thanks toots.’ He said lowly, ‘I’m glad you think that way because you’re perfect just as you are too.’ He adds and Ford couldn’t bear to watch this anymore, knowing all too well that he had lucked out to his own brother. Even while he was happy that Stan was with someone, Ford couldn’t help but want the same thing too with the same person and that person being you.
However he knew he’d hate himself even more if he were to try and ruin what you and Stanley have for the sake of being selfish in wanting to hold you in his arms for a while. So Ford smiles sadly as the two of your burst out laughing and hug each other close before making his way silently back to the lab in hopes of forgetting it all, forgetting the ache in his heart as he burrows himself in unfinished research. All in an attempt to forget about the one he wanted to be with, having come to terms the he had met you far too late.
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chrystal-ink · 21 days ago
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Shadvent calendar Day 23
Shadow x GN Reader
Christmas Party
The party was in full swing by the time the two of you arrived. Rouge never being one for subtlety had spared no expense for her party. Elegant strands of garland and lights hung on the walls, a large christmas tree perfectly decorated stood grand in the center of the drawing room, perfectly bloomed poinsettias were placed through the halls. It looked like you had walked into a Christmas palace.
Servers went throughout her home offering hors d'oeuvres and cocktails curated just for that night. and most impressively a string quartet played in the living room serenading the partygoers with beautiful renditions of all the classic holiday songs.
"Welcome, I was getting worried the two of you wouldn't show. how's my favorite couple?" Rouge greeted as the two of you walked in.
"Sorry were late we ran into traffic."
"Shadow I'm surprised at you, thinking you could get a lie past me." Rouge teased.
You giggled in response. "Sorry Rouge it was my fault I was having a little wardrobe malfunction."
"Oh no! you have my fullest sympathies" Rouge responded with deep concern. "But it looks like it all worked out you look great, not as nice as me of course, but I have the advantage of knowing my decor."
"well no one can compete in the fashion game with you Rouge you're truly the best."
"Oh you flatter me too much Y/N."
Shadow couldn't help but smile as the two of you spoke. The two people he was closest to enjoying each other's presence, he never thought he would feel like that again after Maria and Gerald. he was glad he was wrong.
the three of you chatted for a while before Rouge had to go off on her hostess duties leaving you and Shadow to yourselves. unfortunately your alone time was short lived. it wasn't before too long Amy found you and whisked you away, something about the charcuterie board, leaving poor Shadow to his own devices.
He never really liked parties too many people and far too much chatter, he was perfectly content just sitting in the corner and watching everyone interact. However, a blue hedgehog had other plans tonight.
❄
"Can I just say Y/N you look amazing tonight" Amy said handing you a cocktail.
"aww thanks Amy"
"You and your date really do make a fine pair"
"enjoying your handywork are we now?"
"what? I don't know what your talking about"
"Well as I recall, you and Rouge worked pretty hard setting us up."
Amy laughed "Well could you blame us the two of you are just so perfect together."
"Well I can't argue with the results, Thank you Amy."
"You've already thanked me enough, every time I see the two of you together you always look so happy. I don't think I've seen Shadow smile this much and so bright too. Seeing the two of you so in love just warms my heart so much You're just so perfect together."
You smiled at Amy "Well I'll toast to that. And if you need me to return the favor with you know who I'd be happy to oblige."
Amy giggled "I might have to take you up on that someday."
🎄
Shadow watched you and Amy laughing together from across the room, the sound drifting to his ears. He loved your laugh the way it could make a silent room into a symphony, and you just looked so beautiful whenever you laughed. He smiled at your beauty.
"Woah! Shadow are you actually smiling? I didn't know that was even possible." Sonic said as he approached the black hedgehog. "Are you happy to see me?"
"Go away sonic."
"Oh I see, staring at Y/N are we? let guess you have a crush on them don't you?"
"Y/N and I have been dating for quite some time now It's a wonder how you lack such basic observation skills."
"I'm just messing with you Shadow, but I haven't seen you smile like that in like, ever."
"I'll say" Rouge chimed in "It's nice to see you happy like that though it's a good look on you."
"I Agree" added Sonic "But I think infinite might get a little jealous."
"He's been dead for several years he'll get over it."
Sonic laughed " Wow smiling and cracking jokes Y/N Really does bring out the best in you don't they"
Shadow once again looked over to you, at the same time you looked over at him and smiled, he smiled back.
"Yah, they really do,"
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vivwritesfics · 11 months ago
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Hiiiii!! So I was wondering if you could write a story where the reader is stuck into a relationship with a driver (you choose babes), but she has this hugeee crush on him but her hates you and has a gf behind your back because it’s not like you two even love each other right, it’s a forced relationship after all, so the reader gets very angsty and a friend of the driver your dating notices it and you two get close and fall in love and the other driver/reader’s fake bf gets crazy jealous for some reason he doesn’t understand but it’s too late bc you managed to break up with him anywaysss!! Thanks lovelyyyyy, I adoreee your fics btw lyyyyyđŸ«¶đŸ»
okayokay i didn't want to have it with her dating another driver bc i basically love everybody so i made it a mechanic i hope thats okay
warnings: Cheating
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There was something great about being an F1 couple. He got to work as a mechanic for McLaren while she got to work as the social media manager for her favourite team. It was amazing and it worked perfectly.
They started dating when Lando and Daniel were driving for the team. She was always in the garage, camera at the ready. They were in love then, so fucking happy.
And she was still in love now. It was a year later and Daniel had been replaced by his fellow aussie, Oscar. She might have still been in love, but he was not. He had very much fallen out of love.
Maybe he had gotten bored with her, it wasn't very clear. But suddenly he was secretive, barely speaking when he was around her, hiding his phone from her.
He was cheating on her. That much was clear.
She had found out on the Friday of a Grand Prix weekend. His phone had been left beside her and she simply turned it on to check the time. The messages had been there, as plain as day. Girlfriend Number One (as her contact name had been) had sent a text. She didn't remember sending those thing to him. Maybe because she hadn't.
Oscar found her hidden away in the back of the McLaren garage, sobbing her eyes out. She couldn't go back to the hotel room to cry, she had a job to do.
Oscar didn't know what to do. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes, but quickly looked away. Part of him knew he couldn't leave her. So he sat down beside her and pulled his knees up to his chest.
When he sat down, she tried her best to stop crying, but it wasn't happening any time soon. She furiously wiped at her eyes, wiping away the tears. But nothing was helping.
"Are you okay?" As soon as Oscar asked the question, he was kicking himself. Of course she wasn't okay.
She wiped her eyes again and looked at Oscar. She went to nod her head, but the tears started flowing again. "Fuck," she hissed, once again wiping at her cheeks. "Sorry, i-"
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head. "I shouldn't be bothering you with this," she said and went to walk away. Oscar let her go. He watched as she walked away before he stood up.
They kept running into each other. Everywhere they went they'd bump into each other. It was expected, really. They did work for the same people. And, each time that they ran into each other, Oscar would ask if she was okay.
It was only once he made a point to seek her out that she told him. She told him all about the messages she had seen on her partners phone. In the middle of her rant, he, the man who had cheated on her, came walking towards them. She froze up and Oscar took her hands. "It's okay," he said and she stepped towards him, letting her partner pass.
Because they hadn't broken up yet. She didn't know how to break up with him. Part of her was still in love with him, as dumb as it might sound. But Oscar certainly helped with that. They began spending much of their time together and, for the first time in a while, she felt happy.
You wouldn't think a man who is no longer in love would get jealous, but that was exactly what happened. He watched as she and Oscar simply got along, and that was enough to enrage him. But what could he do? Girlfriend number one was texting him.
It was still rather uncomfortable that they shared a hotel room. She pretended not to notice as he texted other women, pretended not to care. With Oscars help, she stopped caring.
One day she booked into a different hotel room. It was Monza and, somehow, this was the weekend she knew she had to leave him. So, she did just that. She left him. And it was all thanks to Oscar.
Oscar, who had been so kind to her. Oscar who had helped her to see she was worth more than him. Oscar who she much preferred to him.
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theonlyhonoredone · 5 months ago
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Break My Heart Again
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader
Warnings: cannon typical violence, blood, death, fighting, love triangle
Summary: A romantic rivalry drives a wedge between you and Suguru
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On the first day of your second year at Jujutsu High you noticed an instant change in Suguru. He had been happy until Satoru arrived, the white haired boy was late as always, but came running right away to greet everyone. He’d come up to you first, wrapping you in his long arms and telling you how he’d hoped you’d finally become half as strong as him this year. While you rolled your eyes and told him you hoped he’d become less annoying, Suguru had set his eyes to a narrow glare. He’d come to you that evening and told you he didn’t like how close you and Satoru were. 
“He’s too cruel to be friends with you,” he began, “He’ll hurt your feelings and you’ll only prevent him from progressing as quickly as he could.”
The remarks were odd and hurtful. All of you were close, in fact Suguru had been your first friend at the school. Over the summer he’d been busy with familial obligations and wasn’t able to keep in contact as you, Satoru, and Shoko were. Of course you’d all grown closer over summer and you wondered if he’d become jealous or felt left behind. You tried your best to offer him some comfort, telling him that you were all still good friends and you were looking forward to catching up with him.
“It’s not about that,” he scoffed at you, “I just think you need to get over your ridiculous crush on him, and you both need to focus on sorcery.”
It was hurtful again and you chose to leave it alone after that. He was strange and aloof to you for days and at the end of the first week he requested you stop calling him Suguru and use the more formal Geto instead. You considered it the end of your friendship. You had spoken to both Shoko and Satoru about it, asking them if he’d told them about his sudden disdain for you. Satoru had gotten upset and called him a jerk before going to talk to him, despite your objections. It was then when Shoko revealed her theory on the matter.
“Suguru has a crush on Satoru,” she had told you in a hushed tone, “It’s obvious. He already knows you liked him so you know, your romantic rivals.”
Your cheeks had flushed, “Why wouldn’t you just talk to me then? I-I don’t want to not be friends just because we like the same guy.”
She shrugged in response and you left the conversation at that. You never brought it up to Suguru, hoping that it would blow over in due time. School brought a more normal rhythm to your lives. Suguru and Satoru were always training together, it made them closer and stronger. Shoko would work on her medical training and you were doing your best to meet the boys level. The gap between you three grew exponentially that year. You weren’t weak by any means, but they were on another level. You’d spar with them as frequently as you could, always pushing yourself to get stronger and stronger. 
Satoru was helpful, he tried his best to help you perfect your use of basic sorcery techniques, which in turn helped you to refine your own technique. He often taunted you still and called you weak, but you always knew it was in jest. Suguru on the other hand was more cruel. If you were set to spar he’d show no mercy, hitting you with more powerful curses or techniques far out of your grasp. In hand to hand combat he was unrelenting too, and he seemed to relish in your constant losses. You confirmed his resentment must be jealousy as he always was harder on you after you’d spent time with Satoru alone. 
After a particularly rough mission for you he’d taunted you for getting so beat up and it’d cause a fight between him and Satoru. Satoru had claimed he didn’t need to be so mean since you’d already gotten hurt. Suguru accused him of being soft on you and with pink cheeks Satoru had yelled back that he wasn’t soft on you he just cared about his friends. That had really angered Suguru, who ended up scoffing and leaving you two alone in the infirmary. Later he’d come to speak to you alone and told you that Satoru only liked you because you were dependent on him and it made him feel special. In his words Satoru cared about attention, not you, since you could never make it to their level.
For you it was the final straw, already beaten up and exhausted you’d finally snapped and yelled at him. “Shut up!” you’d cut him off mid sentence, your whole face burning as you screamed, “Just shut up okay?! I don’t care what you think Geto! I don’t care if I’m weak or pathetic or anything else because at least I’m not half as insecure as you!”
His eyes had widened before quickly turning to a glare. He had clenched his fists before leaving the room in silence. It felt good to yell back at him, but you stopped speaking entirely after that. You avoided each other and your other friends danced between the two of you. It continued like that until the spring, when the boys got assigned to some special secret mission which they’d be gone for a while working on. Suguru said nothing about it but Satoru of course had to brag about how this important mission had been entrusted to them, but especially him since he was the strongest. You’d told him you were happy for him but really you were worried.
You were scared for them both, and you were scared that you’d be left in the dust as they got assigned to harder and harder missions. That same evening you’d decided to take a walk to ease your anxiety. You paced all around the school grounds as you tried to reason with yourself. Of course you’d never grow to their strength, they were special grades after all, blessed from birth. You’d hoped to reach first grade already though, to at least be close to keeping up with them. As much as you tried not to let it get to you, you did often think about Suguru’s words, claiming you were too weak for Satoru.
You hated that some silly romantic rivalry had come between you and your friend, but you did really care about Satoru. Loved him even. He admired strength and you so badly wanted to be admired by him. Admired and loved, to have him see you in the same heavenly light you saw him. The friendship you shared was wonderful and you treasured it, but you wanted more than that. You hoped it would fade with time but really your feelings only grew stronger. Longing glances and daydreams were the only hopes you had of furthering your relationship with the man you’d consider your closest friend. 
With an unhappy pit in your stomach you finally decided to return to your room. The walk hadn’t helped much so you now hoped that sleep would wash away your unease and you’d wake up with a brighter outlook. As you entered the dorms you were shocked to find Satoru was seated in the day room, staring out the window with his head propped up on his hand. He was half asleep, droopy eyes turning to you as you entered the room.
He frowned as he spoke, “What are you doing up? It’s nearly 2.”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you cast your gaze away from him, hoping not to give up that you’d been crying just minutes earlier, “I was just on a walk, my room was getting really stuffy.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he confessed. “Thinking about your big mission?”
He nodded as he tried to catch your flighty gaze, “You wanna come sit for a minute? Maybe you can help me get my mind off it.”
Of course you had to comply so you nodded and came to sit beside him on the couch, “I’ve never seen you nervous Satoru.”
“I’m not, just sort of ansty,” he explained with a wave of his hand. He was finally able to lock his eyes with yours and it only took him a moment to realize something was wrong, “You’re upset,” he stated it as a fact, leaving no room for you to argue, “What happened?”
“It’s not fair to use your technique on me,” you attempted to change the subject.
“I didn’t,” he’d turned to fully face you, “I don’t need to, I know how to read you without it. So what’s going on?”
“It’s nothing Satoru, don’t worry about me,” you brushed him off hoping he would just forget it, but of course he always pushed until he got his way.
“Ah, I always worry about you,” he tossed an arm over your shoulders and leaned back on the couch, “It’s my job as the strongest you know? I got to worry about the weaklings under me.”
Normally his jokes didn’t bug you and you’d jab right back at him but you were already fragile. You felt your eyes burning again and your lip started to tremble. You attempted to quickly get yourself under control but a small sniffle was enough to alert him to your state. “H-Hey! I didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m just kidding, you know?” he tried to comfort as his cheeks started turning pink.
You shook your head at him, “I-It’s not you Satoru I just
” you trailed off, “I’m tired of being weak.”
His lips tugged down to a frown as he searched for some way to comfort you. The truth was he hated to see you cry, more than anything. It made his stomach churn and filled him with anger. He’d only see you cry a few times but it was the same every time.
“You aren’t weak,” he grabbed one of your hands, “I-I mean compared to me, sure, but you’re really strong compared to most people. Plus you’re working everyday to get stronger, you don’t need to be so hard on yourself.”
“I hate that I’m weak to you!” you exclaimed suddenly as the tear grew more violent, “I don’t want you to see me as weak Satoru! That’s all I care about.”
“I-I don’t I-”
“You do! I-I want to be just as strong as you, and Suguru. I don’t want to be dependent on you! I want you to like me for more than just that
”
He tensed, the gears in his head turning before he spoke softly, “You think I only like you because you’re dependent on me?”
You sniffled again and nodded, “Yes, I mean, sometimes, no, fuck, I don’t know. I just want you to see me as an equal. I don’t want to be nobody.”
“You aren’t,” he said firmly, “If I ever don’t think we’re equal it’s because I think you’re better than me.”
You laughed bitterly, “Be serious Satoru.”
“I am! Look physically I’m stronger for sure, but you’re way nicer than me, and funnier too!” he exclaimed suddenly, “And you’re way better at claw machines! Remember you won me that big dog I wanted! I sleep with it every night!”
You laughed again, a weird sad laugh that was full of tears, “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means a lot to me,” he promised, “If you were a stronger sorcerer than me I’d have nothing going for me, except maybe my good looks.”
“Shut up,” the tears were beginning to melt into regular laughter at each remark.
“And I guess I’m pretty good at stopping you from crying too,” he grinned wide, “Look I get it if you’re down about not getting stronger faster, but if it helps I really don’t think of you as weak. I know you’re weaker than me, but I kind of like that because it means I can protect you, and I want to protect you, and everyone else too. It makes me really happy knowing that I can keep you safe. I mean it’s a lot of pressure sometimes but when I just think about doing all this hard stuff so you don’t have too then I’m really happy, and I don’t mind so much.”
Finally your tears had stopped, so he wiped your tear stained cheeks as you looked up at him, “I just wish I could be there with you Satoru, then I could help protect you too.”
“It wouldn’t work then though, we’d be too worried about each other,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead. It was a simple gesture, meant to be comforting and sweet. He’d never done it before though. Usually when he imagined kissing you it was on the lips, but this was nice too.
You leaned into him, burying your face in his chest, “Thank you Satoru.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours. 
You sat there on the small couch, holding each other until the sun came up. At that point you both scurried off to your bedrooms to try and catch a few hours of sleep while you still could. Later Satoru had to leave for his special mission and you had to return to normal classes and training. 
While Satoru was gone he sent some photos at different locations and small updates, always assuring you all was well. You did the same, giving him updates on the antics at the school and sending him a few pictures you found funny, always wishing him good luck. You hoped he’d be back soon.
Unfortunately his arrival home was anything but pleasant. The school was attacked, the young star vessel was killed, and Satoru was nearly killed as well. Having just escaped death he ran after the assailant in what you could only describe as a temporary bout of psychosis. Luckily he had calmed somewhat by the time he got back, he was taken into medical care alongside a totally distraught Suguru. Shoko and you worried for both of them but in the coming weeks they seemed to return to semi-normal. Suguru still seemed off, but he’d ceased his constant teasing and you thanked the universe that the whole thing had bruised his ego enough to grant you some peace. The only other good thing to come from the event was Satoru’s new ability to use the reverse curse technique. He told you all excitedly about how this had greatly enhanced his abilities, making him even stronger than before. He’d moved far beyond being the strongest, he was now some god untouchable to the rest of you mere mortals. Even Suguru seemed weak next to him now.
Satoru began taking on more and more missions alone, no longer needing any sort of assistance for even the toughest of cases. It made you a bit smug, seeing Suguru left reeling in his dust the same you you had always been. Sure Suguru had stopped his teasing but you still thought he deserved to feel some of the misery and insecurity he’d inflicted on you. It helped that Satoru never seemed to have the time to comfort him either when he was around, opting instead for more fun activities that Suguru often decided to stay home from. One of Satoru’s best suggestions had been that you all go to an amusement park together, Suguru claimed he needed to rest but you and Shoko had gone. Satoru promised there would be no use of curse energy as you all attempted to best each other at carnival games and dared each other onto increasingly scary rides. It was one of the best days you could remember having, topped off by a delicious dinner on Satoru.
When you returned home you’d all split off, with you opting to take a long shower before you headed for bed. You replayed the happy memories as you readied yourself, smiling wide as you left the bathroom, only to collide with a wall of a man. Suguru stepped back without an apology, eyeing you up and down before pursing his lips.
“Have fun?” he asked.
You’d been on more friendly terms lately but you couldn’t help being constantly suspicious. Waiting for him to make the same 180 he had at the beginning of the year as soon as he was out of his slump. 
“Yeah, it was great,” you smiled brightly at him.
He looked terrible. Bags under his eyes and his hair grown out. He seemed like he hadn’t slept in weeks. You’d noticed he seemed to slump over now, not glare down at you the way he had for months.
“I ran into Yuki today,” he began, “The special grade.”
Your eyes widened just a bit. No one ever heard from her as far as you were aware.
“Wow, that’s like spotting bigfoot or something,” you tried to joke, “Did you get to talk?”
He nodded, “Yeah, we talked for a while, it was nice. It made me think a lot.”
You studied him, tempted to make some snide remark, “Good, you’ve seemed down. Hopefully it brought you some peace.”
“It did, I feel a lot better. I’m glad I ran into you actually, I have to leave for a mission tonight. I wanted to tell you I don’t think we’re enemies anymore,” he leaned on the wall beside him, “So I forgive you.”
Something twisted in your stomach and you narrowed your eyes at him, “You forgive me? What the hell would I need to be forgiven for? You’re the one who’s been a dick to me all year.”
“I’m forgiving you for being my enemy.”
“I was only your enemy because you decided I was! I never wanted to have some stupid rivalry with you!” you snapped at him, “You should be asking me for forgiveness if anything!”
“I don’t need it,” he waved his hand dismissively, “I just realized there’s things I care more about than our romantic rivalry. Satoru would never make a choice anyway, so it’s always been up to us to make that choice.”
“He would choose me,” you weren’t sure about it at all, but you wanted so badly to hurt him, to have the power over him just this once, “I would win, Suguru.”
He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger. The gesture was intimate and startling. “You sound so confident but you’re trembling you know? It’s a shame things went so bad between us.”
Before you could snap back that it was his fault his lips were pressed against yours. The shocked sound you made was muffled by his lips pressing hard against yours. Something about it was all sour and wrong. You shoved him off of you as soon as your mind processed what was happening. He smirked at you and slapped him as hard as you could, leaving a big red splotch on his pale cheek. He started to laugh.
“Fuck you!” you yelled at him, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Can you two keep it down?” Satoru sighed as he peaked out of his bedroom door, his arms crossed like a disappointed parent, “I’m trying to catch up on my manga. I thought you two were done with all the fighting anyway.”
“He kissed me!” you yelled as the taller man smirked at both of you.
Satoru’s eyes widened, glowing a bright blue in the nearly pitch black hall, “He what?”
“It was a friendly peck,” Suguru just kept smirking, like he’d finally won the battle between you two.
“It was not! I would never, ever in a million years want to kiss you!”
“What the fuck Suguru!” Satoru had shoved him a few paces back from you, acting as a wall between you, “You can’t-” he paused as he examined his best friend's face, “You can’t kiss people without their permission!”
Suguru shrugged, “I thought she wanted to. My mistake, we can talk about it when I get back from my mission.”
He had spun on his heels and made a quick return to his room. Satoru muttered, “What the fuck?” before turning back to you, “Are you alright?”
You nodded, “Yeah, he’s just being a jackass, nothing new.”
“I’ll talk to him,” he promised, “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, “You don’t need to apologize for him Satoru. I’m fine really, he’s just picking on me again. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well I don’t like it when he does that,” Satoru frowned at you and offered you his hand, “Here, I can walk you back to yours if you want, I’m sorry that happened.”
“I’m okay,” you took his hand, so big it nearly engulfed yours entirely, “Thank you Satoru.”
“Yeah, anything for you.”
Suguru had left sometime in the middle of the night. It was the middle of the day before you found out exactly where he had gone. Run off to slaughter his entire home town. Sure he was a jerk to you, but you’d never imagine he would be capable of something like that. It made you feel sick, knowing you’d been beside someone so evil for so long. Knowing he’d kissed you just before he.
You felt even worse for Satoru, who would most likely end up having to be the one to kill him. There weren't a lot of people strong enough to do the job. Satoru had cried on the school steps after he found out. You did your best to provide comfort and let him sob into your neck. You both talked for hours about how you couldn't imagine him doing something like this, about how upset you were for not following him after his odd behavior the night before. It felt suddenly like you were responsible for not stopping him, even though no one ever would have guessed he was capable of what he did. 
The next week passed in silence. No one wanted to discuss what happened. You all buried yourselves in training, attempting to push down your emotions around the event. Satoru and you had begun sharing a bed. You had nightmares about that night that made it hard to sleep. Satoru wasn’t sleeping at all, but he’d let you lay on his chest and hold you while he did. He stayed up most nights just thinking and replaying events over and over in his mind. He found holding you brought him a lot of peace. He could run through all the ‘what if's' of that night, questioning if Suguru would have hurt you if he hadn’t heard you two fighting, but that didn’t change the fact that you were right there in his arms. You were safe as long as he was holding you. He’d lost half his soul already and he couldn’t bear to lose the other. 
It was exactly one week after Suguru’s attack that Yaga had approached Satoru for a mission. Satoru may have been grieving but he was still the strongest, there were still things only he could take care of. So he was sent out to the outskirts of Tokyo to get back to work. He was a bit worried about leaving the school, worried Suguru might be planning to attack it next. Yaga had assured him the school was perfectly safe against him. You had encouraged him to take the mission as well, thinking that getting back to work might help him blow off some steam and ease his anger. 
Satoru had still seemed a bit antsy when he left so you wanted to do something nice for him. You’d gone to the city, not far from the school, to retrieve some baked goods from a favorite shop of his. It was a quick errand you thought nothing of until you spotted a familiar head of black hair outside the shop. Your eyes widened and you debated who to call but before you could even reach for your phone he was waving to you.
He cocked his head and smiled at you the same way he had when you first met, “Hey!” He seemed more friendly and happy than he had all year, “You don’t have to look so scared, I don’t bite sorcerers you know?”
“What are you doing here?” you questioned.
“Satoru’s favorite, right?” he nodded towards the shop, “Picking something up?”
“What are you doing here?” you repeated.
“I wanted to talk,” he shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy sweats, “Can you take a few minutes for an old friend?”
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Satoru had taken care of his mission rather quickly. You had been right, it helped alleviate some of his stress, but it quickly returned as soon as he checked his phone.
‘Let’s meet up. That bakery with the giant cakes? See you soon - S.G’
It wasn’t an alarming text per say, but the fact that Suguru was showing face again was. Satoru was sure he knew he had a death sentence, and sure he knew Satoru was supposed to take him out. He was also sure Suguru wouldn’t put himself in danger without a plan. Probably why he wanted to meet among civilians. Fearing another slaughter fest Satoru opted not to contact anyone else and rush right to the scene. He picked up on Suguru’s curse energy as soon as he got close, but more alarming than that he detected your energy as well. Satoru assumed he was going to attempt to take you hostage, probably having sent you a similar text to lure you out.
“Satoru! Yo!” Suguru waved to him as soon as he turned the corner to the bakery.
The whole street was empty. Suguru’s body was splattered with blood. He sat smiling and waving with a knife in one hand. A cursed tool Satoru recognized instantly. 
“Suguru what the he-” before he could finish he spotted you. 
You laid limp on the ground under Suguru, your eyes were still open but there was nothing behind them. Your lips were starting to tint purple, your whole body was totally limp. Suguru sat on top of you, it was obvious what had happened, what he had done. Satoru was in shock, only able to stare as his mind reeled.
“I don’t want to hurt sorcerers,” Suguru wiped his hands on his sweats as he stood, “But there’s always exceptions right? One day you’ll probably thank me for how much stronger this makes you.”
He knew he should attack Suguru, that he should stop him and kill him right there. He wanted to, it was the first moment he could actually picture himself murdering his best friend. Instead he paced towards you, quite slowly, as if he might startle you.. He bent down beside Suguru and placed his hand on your neck, looking for a pulse. There was nothing though, you were cold and covered in your own blood. Satoru felt nauseous, his ears were ringing, his eyes were burning. He felt as if there was nothing else in the world but you for a moment. He imagined some way to heal you even though you were gone. Killed by a cursed tool to make sure there was no way to come back. Suguru had taken every precaution.
“I’ll kill you,” he muttered softly, “I’ll kill you, Suguru.”
Suguru was gone already, fleeing before Satoru could get his bearings. Instead of chasing him, Satoru laid down beside you. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He squeezed you tight and wept silently until you were dragged away from him.
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Maybe Yandere Luffy and yandere Sanji working together to stalk female reader , which makes reader more on edge , if you want to go even darker you can do I’ll love to see what you come up with ^^ 
Oh no... If Sanji doesn't view Luffy as a rival, he's encouraging him.... Luffy's pairing is ambiguous, but Sanji is definitely romantic. Sorry it's vague/general, idk if you wanted it to take place at a specific plot point or not.
Obviously, read the trigger warnings, this primarily just focuses on the two stalking a member of their crew more than anything else.
Yandere! Luffy + Sanji Sharing a Darling
Pairing: Romantic (Sanji, Luffy)/Platonic (Luffy) - Sharing
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking (Obviously), Manipulation, The two enable each other, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Stealing, Blood, Murder, Dubious relationship/companionship
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I feel what would make the most sense is if you are also part of the crew.
That way the two are nearly always watching you and aren't going to lose you on some island during their journey.
Now, Sanji's obsession is expected.
That man, for the life of him, can't stay away from a pretty woman.
His obsession is the most obvious.
Sanji is the one who's constantly flirting with you and most likely had an interest in you first.
He does seem like an obsession at first sight kind of guy.
While he does obsess over every woman... You're the one he notices something more intense with.
Which makes him follow you around and stare.
That alone makes you nervous.
Even Nami, who has been trying to say he does that with women sometimes, starts to notice Sanji's behavior as strange.
Luffy is... well... a vague case.
He isn't really known for displaying over the top romantic attraction (far as I know).
It's really hard to tell with him.
Although, it's possible he's just looking out for his friend... and might have a crush on you.
You are a cute girl on the crew, after all....
In terms of how sharing would go, I imagine Sanji would at first feel threatened.
Sanji, due to him watching you himself, no doubt notices Luffy doing it.
Luffy doesn't even think of what he's doing as anything bad.
It's like admiring something/someone cool to him.
To Luffy, watching you isn't perverted.
To Sanji, it most likely is.
Sanji may get into fights with Luffy when he catches him, smacking him lightly and scolding him for watching a woman like that.
Only for Luffy to point out that Sanji's doing the same thing... which makes Sanji wonder how obvious he is.
There would be tension at first, although it's mostly one-sided.
Sanji just doesn't like the idea of competition since you're the one girl he feels a specific way towards.
Although things may mellow out over time when he realizes Luffy isn't deliberately trying to steal you.
He just cares for you too.
Which may make Sanji trust him more....
Although, if Luffy does have a crush on you, over time Sanji may give in and teach Luffy how to "properly" court a woman.
Although Sanji has points where he's still jealous... I don't think he likes sharing much but he can't really sway Luffy's intentions.
It would work better if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.
Regardless of their intentions, them stalking you would put you off.
Luffy seems innocent.
Him watching you just seems like a captain being overprotective of members of their crew.
Although... Sanji's intentions are more intense.
Sanji wants to be a gentleman.
But he can't help but "borrow" a few items from your quarters when you aren't looking.
The cook may even pass one or two to his captain.
Luffy doesn't quite understand.
He doesn't really like Sanji stealing your stuff... yet he also doesn't mind a trinket just to keep.
The two when sharing may act like bodyguards.
Although Sanji is the one that would immediately be on his knees if you asked.
Luffy probably comments on the fact Sanji is desperate... which may cause a fight.
You aren't really sure how to get them to stop.
Luffy is fine for the most part....
He just seems curious, even if the staring is uncomfortable.
Sanji is probably the one that's most unnerving.
To make it dark, he's the one who would steal clothing from you and cling to you the most.
Meanwhile, Luffy is the one who continues to reassure you he's harmless.
He just loves you, a lot, he'd never hurt you.
Yet it doesn't make you feel better when you notice your quarters have been pillaged.
Nami and any other girl on the crew no doubt appear concerned about the behavior Sanji and Luffy display towards you.
In terms of how violent the two can be, I'm reminded of when Nami first joined the pirates.
When Nami cried due to Arlong? The entire crew jumped in....
Sanji and Luffy already watch you like a hawk.
If you were hurt, emotionally, mentally, physically... whoever did it is probably not living.
Luffy is already quite protective.
Plus, Sanji's protective, possessive, and has a temper.
To make it dark as you said, they'd both collectively beat someone to a pulp... a bloody and unrecognizable mess.
Although, if the perpetrator was a woman, Sanji would hold back.
Not sure about Luffy, though...
You're important to both of them.
The two would make quite the duo if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.
In fact, if Luffy was purely platonic, he'd probably encourage Sanji to be with you.
Which makes you even more scared.
It doesn't matter if they mean well or not.
You've seen the blood on their clothes.
You've seen the glares they've given people when you enter new areas.
Their behavior terrifies you.
But it's not like you can do anything about it, right...?
It's not like they'll ever let you leave the crew without dragging you back into it.
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~Caught red handed~
[Part two]
Pairing – Theodore Nott x fem!Gryffindor!reader
Summary – y/n acts as cupid for her friend (which means risking her life or worse getting expelled), but what happens when nothing goes according to plan?
Word Count – 3,552
Warnings – (nothing serious) fluff, swearing (if you count idiot), pangs of jealousy, miscommunication
A/N: idk but this part might be a bit confusing cos of the pov shifts (??) but I hope you survive!!
As you stare at Theodore, who’s clearing a doubt of yours, the thought of his girlfriend suddenly hits you. You feel a wave of emotions as your thought process continues: scared, nervous and then strangely, even jealous, as you wonder who his girlfriend could be.
‘Y/n?’ you hear Theo’s voice and snap out of your daydream, realizing you’ve been staring at him. You feel yourself turn red as a cheeky grin appears on Theo’s face. ‘Sorry, I got distracted,’ you lie and promise yourself to pay full attention to your worksheet. ‘It’s ok. What’s on your mind though?’ he asks, resting his head on his palm while looking at you. Facing him has your body temperature rise up and you maintain eye contact.
‘It’s nothing serious, just stray thoughts,’ you say and look to your worksheet. ‘Should we continue?’ you ask, not looking up at Theo, who sits back straight again. ‘I’m bored; let’s take a break,’ he says and you nod, but still don’t look at him. ‘You know, I was thinking we could do this more,’ you hear Theo say and finally look up. ‘You mean study? Don’t you have enough of that already?’ you groan and hear Theo chuckle, making your heart skip a beat. What is wrong with me?
‘No, not study, I mean hang out.’ You frown. ‘Well I don’t know, Nott,’ you shake your head with a shrug. ‘Someone might not like the idea of us “hanging out”.’ You look down at your worksheet. Why did you feel as if a hole opened in your stomach? ‘Oh, the boys wouldn’t mind. They have too much of me anyways,’ Theo smiles as you shake your head. ‘No, not them.’
Theodore frowns. ‘Your friends would mind? I mean, I guess I can swear an oath to them that I won’t do you any harm?’ Theo chuckles but stops when he sees you glaring at him. He wasn’t wrong though; Ginny and Sophie were among other girls that warned you of Theodore Nott. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbles and you sigh. ‘Why are you so head set on trying to hang out together anyways?’ you shake your head and look at Theo, a bit suspicious. ‘Just because. I enjoy your company
the boys, they can be a bit depressing sometimes,’ Theodore chuckles. ‘Well, I can’t say I’m any better,’ you shrug but Theo shakes his head. ‘Trust me, you’re a thousand times better; just don’t tell the boys I told you that,’ he winks and you almost feel blood dripping down your nose, as you nod at him.
‘Sure, we can
hang out,’ you mumble, turning back to your seat. You can’t deny that butterflies are dancing around in your stomach and you’re grinning from ear to ear.

..
Three weeks have passed by since yours and Theo’s study session at the library but you’re already close enough to be called friends. Of course the flocks of fan girls don’t like this news, but you don’t see yourself as a threat; if anything, the girls should be worried about Theo’s girlfriend. Just like you are. 
You admit you’ve started to grow fond of Theo. Maybe something more than fond; something more of a crush. You cringed at yourself when you realized a few days back you started developing feelings for Theodore. You never meant for it to happen, of course, but he had the humor and he made you comfortable around him. He was the only crush you felt like you didn’t have to impress because he was genuinely a good person, who knew your worth. But you can’t help feel greedy, and maybe a bit jealous of his girlfriend.
When you realized you liked Theo, you swore yourself to secrecy not to tell anyone. Even Ginny and Sophie. Especially Ginny and Sophie. They weren’t very delighted either when you started becoming close to Theodore (Sophie wasn’t so against the idea; you being around Theo meant she could see Mattheo more often). So you knew you couldn’t risk it. For now, it was all hush-hush, and you were the only one who knew you liked Theodore. It can be lonely sometimes.
To prevent your feelings from growing, you’ve started to ignore Theo these past few days. (But when did such a technique ever work?) If he asked to meet at the library, you would say you were tired. If he asked to meet at the tower, you lied that you had assignments. You were sure he wasn’t bothered because he always had people around him anyways (not to mention his girlfriend); he probably doesn’t even give you a thought.
But even though you didn’t notice, Theodore starts to get worried. And not to mention, self-conscious. He’s literally wondering day and night if he did or said anything wrong for you to abruptly give him the cold shoulder. He even goes to the great length of asking his friends for advice (who thought this was a good idea?).
‘She’s probably playing games with you,’ Mattheo tells a heartbroken Theodore lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. ‘Mattheo’s right,’ Draco is heard saying, glancing at his pathetically-in-love friend. ‘She might be playing hard to get. In my experience, I-’
‘What experience do you have?’ Theodore asks and Riddle laughs at the retort, looking at a fuming Malfoy. Just then, the door opens, revealing Blaise Zabini who’s confused as to why the three are staring at him. ‘What?’ Blaise shrugs and walks over to a table. ‘Did I interrupt something? Don’t mind me; I was just here to grab something to eat. You wouldn’t happen to have something, would you?’ Blaise quickly catches an apple slice Mattheo throws at him. ‘Just one slice?’ He asks sarcastically. ‘A simple “Thank you, Mattheo, I love you Mattheo,” would do,’ Mattheo shrugs before eating a slice impaled on a knife.
Blaise rolls his eyes. ‘Nott’s having problems with his love life,’ Draco abruptly says and receives a pillow thrown at his face. ‘Ow!’ he groans and chuckles as Theodore glares at him. Blaise raises an eyebrow. ‘Isn’t it that Gryffindor girl? Didn’t the two of you become friends?’ he asks with a bite of his apple slice and Theo groans out loud. ‘She’s ignoring him and our poor Theodore doesn’t know why,’ Draco shakes his head, laughing.
‘I suggest you apologize,’ Zabini says, much to the surprise of the three boys. ‘Apologize? Why? Did Nott do something wrong?’ Mattheo looks over at Theodore, who stares deep in thought at Zabini, who shrugs. ‘From what I know, if a girl starts ignoring you, gets upset at you or fights with you even though you did nothing wrong, she always expects an apology,’ Blaise says expertly and Draco laughs. ‘Since when did you become a love expert?’
‘Its basic knowledge, Malfoy; something I fear you don’t have,’ Blaise retorts and Draco fumes once again, with Mattheo laughing. ‘You’re right; I must have done something to upset her.’ Theo sits upright, his face lighting up. ‘I know just what to do. You’re a genius, Blaise,’ he gets up with a happy smile on his face, clutching Zabini’s face with both his hands. ‘Kiss me and I swear I’ll cut out your tongue,’ Blaise threatens when an excited and happy Theo gets too close for his liking. Theodore lets go, but still happy and yapping away like a dog. ‘I’ll get her chocolates, tons of them; she’s a sweet tooth. Do you think she’ll like flowers? Should I write her an apology letter? What should I apologize about?’ Theo kept asking, anxious but excited. The boys can only look on as they see the state of ecstasy their friend is in and the three share a knowing look at each other before chuckling to themselves.

..
You and Sophie are walking back to your dorm after lunch, ready for a nap. ‘I haven’t seen you and Nott hang out together much; something happen?’ Sophie asks as she clings onto your arm, tiredly. You shake your head. ‘No
we’re just
busy, that’s all,’ you lie and Sophie nods, not looking at you.
‘How’s Mattheo?’ you ask Sophie, who sighs dreamily as she starts walking straight and lets go of your arm. ‘He’s good.’ Mattheo rejected Sophie proposal but agreed to go out with her once, since she’d already made a reservation at a nice restaurant. ‘We’re taking things slow,’ Sophie says, but her eyes look sad. ‘I promised I wouldn’t cry, you know. If Mattheo rejected me, I mean,’ she shrugs. ‘But I can’t help it.’ You hear a sniffle and pat your friend on her shoulder. ‘It’s ok; you’ll find someone who sees how much you’re worth,’ you try your best to comfort and Sophie just nods, her head hanging low.
‘Anyways,’ she says, looking up straight. ‘I don’t want to talk about it; it’s too depr-’ Sophie pauses mid way, and you follow her eyes to see someone familiar in front of you. No matter how much you try to avoid him, your heart still skips a beat when the two of you meet; your stomach is filled with bats and butterflies whenever you’re caught up in those green eyes. And then there’s always that feeling of nervousness, excitement and ecstasy all wrapped in one enveloping you like a blanket. And those sweaty palms, throat running dry, words not coming out of your vocal chords and just staring at each other.
This goes on forever between the two of you, until Sophie interrupts. ‘I’ll leave the two of you alone,’ she says and slowly walks past Nott, heading for the dorm room. Unbeknownst to you, she gives an encouraging smile to Nott, even risking a small thumbs-up. Theodore notices and smiles softly.
It’s only then that you notice the things in his hands. He has a small but pretty bouquet of flowers on one arm and a small box which, according to your knowledge, is from the best chocolate company and, coincidentally, your favorite. ‘Before you say you’re busy again,’ Theo sighs as he looks at you, desperate. ‘I want to talk. Just for a while; I swear I won’t take much of your time.’
You frown lightly. ‘Theo, you-’ You’re about to blurt out that he can take as much as time as he wants; you wouldn’t care, but you stop yourself before sounding like a creep. ‘Sure. I’m free anyways,’ you say as Theo smiles and you glance at the bouquet and chocolates again. You get a sinking feeling as you realize he could have got that for his girlfriend. Your heart is secretly crying inside, but you manage to stay calm outside.
‘What’s bothering you?’ You ask to start the conversation. ‘Before I start-which, I have a long speech to make; be warned-’ Theo chuckles awkwardly. ‘I wanted to give you this.’ He hands you the bouquet and the box of chocolate. You can only gasp softly as your hands reach out to accept those pretty, precious little gifts you know you’ll cherish. ‘F-for me?’ you stutter as you gaze down at the bouquet. How has a bouquet never looked so prettier? You look up at Theo, who nods. He smiles back at you, content as he sees the huge stupid grin on your face. ‘It was always for you, y/n, everything I did,’ Theo says, much to your surprise and shock.
‘Now, for the speech.’ Theo clears his throat and looks down at a paper he holds in his hands. He glances back at you and then at the paper. He smiles and then slowly, crushes the paper and throws it away. ‘I don’t need a paper to begin, y/n,’ he shrugs, with a soft smile. ‘I figured I want to tell you what’s truly in my heart, and that I don’t need a paper to read from to remember those feelings.’
You swallow as you hear his words, excited but nervous. ‘Y/n, the day I asked you to be my friend was the second best day in my life. You’re amazing, genuine, beautiful on the inside and out and you’re worth so much more than I deserve but I don’t want to lose you, y/n,’ Theo’s voice cracks softly and he comes closer to you. ‘If the purpose of my life means to make you happy, I’d get up every day just to do that; Godric, I’d spend the entire night trying to think of ways to make you happy.’ Theo’s lips twist into a sad smile.
‘I would be lying if I said I don’t think of you day and night, that the thought of you doesn’t make me smile. I can’t get my mind off of you, y/n, and I know that isn’t the way you can tell I’m in love-’ Theo pauses and looks you in the eye. ‘-because it isn’t; it’s not because of the fact that I think about you every day that I amin love with you, no. I mean, I think of my assignments all the time,’ Theo gives a nervous chuckle and earns one from you too.
‘It’s because of the scary fact that you could do anything to me, treat me in any way you’d want, good or bad, and I’d still get butterflies dancing in my stomach when our eyes meet. The fact that you could reject me, leave me for good or never talk to me and walk away but I’d still care about you; my mind would still wander to you and my heart would still yearn for you, because you mean the world to me, y/n; the entire universe. I don’t know if you understand how much power you hold over me, if you’ll ever know how much you mean to me. You might have flaws, y/n, but those flaws are what make you perfect, what makes you beautiful to me. And don’t even get me started on your strengths,’ Theo chuckles softly, and you see a ray of sunlight has fallen on the side of his face. You smile back at him.
‘Y-You’re always there to pick me up when I fall and make me smile, y/n, and you do it so perfectly like no one has been able to before. And you make me want to be a better version of myself, trying to be the best I can be. Just so I can be enough to deserve you.’
Your breath is slowly but surely leaving your body as Theo now towers over you. Your grip on the bouquet tightens and you swallow a little as you look ever so gently into those pools of green. ‘Theo
wh-what are you saying?’ you ask, not wanting to believe this is actually happening. From your experience, good things never happened to you, and if they did, they never lasted so long.
‘What I’m saying, y/n,’ Theo gives a sigh as he looks back at you with a soft gaze. ‘Is that I’ve started to realize, I
I really, really, really, really-’ he smiles and you give a soft smile in return. ‘-really like you.’ You can feel the tears pricking your eyes, but you hold back and instead give a coy smile. ‘So you don’t love me?’ you tease and Theo smiles. ‘I do, y/n, very, very much. But I’m afraid just those three words and eight letters are too small to fit in all my love for you because-’ his voice cracks, his eye falter and he swallows as he pauses, catching his breath. ‘Because
I love you,’ Theo whispers those three words so delicately like he’s holding a new born infant. Your heart has skipped so many beats you’re surprise that you’re still alive.
‘Theo
’ you tilt your head, the tears finally rolling down your cheek. To your surprise, Theodore reaches out for the stray tear and wipes it away. ‘I-I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean for you to cry,’ he says with a frown, concern written all over his face. ‘I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I thought it best to let you know once and for all. And that ever since we stopped hanging out, I haven’t been myself, y/n. I figured I must have done something to make you upset or feel angry, so I want to apologize.’
You look at Theo, a small smile on your face. ‘Theo
you didn’t do anything wrong. I was only
ignoring you because
well,’ you look up at an anticipating Theo, embarrassed. ‘I thought you had a girlfriend.’ Theodore’s face turns into one of shock and he looks like he’s been shot. ‘A g-girlfriend?’ he stutters and you nod slowly, looking down at the flowers. ‘I thought your girlfriend wouldn’t want us to hang out and stuff, so I started to distance myself from you,’ you say, before you remember the real reason why you’ve been ignoring him.
‘Actually,’ you start, standing straight and looking Theo in the eye, trying to gain some confidence for what you’re about to say. ‘I’m tired of lying to myself, to you and to everyone else. The truth is, Theo, I’ve been ignoring you because
I like you,’ you say and see Theo’s face turn red and he suddenly freezes. ‘I mean, I did think you had a girlfriend, but that isn’t the real reason why I avoided you. I was scared that a person like you wouldn’t like a person like me, and I thought avoiding you would make my feelings go away. But things like that never work out, do they?’ you smile softly at Theo, who’s adoringly staring at you with the prettiest eyes and the most loving smile.
‘I feel comfortable to be me around you, Theo. I have this feeling that you understand me like no one else, that you’re able to figure out things I can’t do myself. And even if you don’t know the answer to any of my problems, you’re willing to do anything to help me. I realized I was always that person: sacrificing myself for others. But I met you, and when I saw there was atleast someone who cared for me, I realized-’ you swallow, hard. ‘-I don’t want to lose you too.’ You rest your head on Theo’s shoulder, the two of you close enough to hear each other’s breaths in the silent hallway. You can hear Theo’s fast heartbeats and with your eyes closed, you find yourself smiling.
‘Does that mean-’
‘I love you.’ You gaze up at Theo, who still manages to be choked up by those small words. ‘And I’ll say it a thousand times more. I’ll shout it from the towers and whisper it into the pillows when I sleep at night, I’ll think of you when I eat, sleep and breath. All just for you, Theodore.’ You finish with a smile and suddenly let out a small yelp as Theo hugs you.
‘And I love you too, y/n,’ Theo whispers into your ear as he’s hugging you, taking in your scent that he’s missed so much. ‘I swear I’m going to spoil you rotten, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.’ Theo smiles and you look at him with blurry eyes. ‘You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?’ Theo asks and you pout as you let go of him. ‘And a bit hot headed,’ he chuckles, before groaning hard as your fist lands on his arms. You didn’t mean to hurt him; you were only playing. But his groans make you rethink if you’re stronger than you think.
‘Theo!’ you say as he bends away, a look of pain on his face. ‘Quick, I think I’m bruised. Maybe a kiss will cure me,’ Theo says and his pained face suddenly turns into a sly one, a smirk playing on his lips. You glare at him and hit him again, with no regret. Theo chuckles and his arms wrap around your waist, while his eyes are gazing into yours. ‘You said meeting me was the second best day in your life. What’s the first?’ you ask Theo, who smiles dearly.
‘Today. The day I found out the girl I like, likes me back. No, scratch that. The girl I love, loves me back,’ Theo says and you smile affectionately. ‘I want to take you out on proper dates. I’m serious about this, y/n. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing; I’m ready for something serious.’ Theo catches your eye, a solemn look in his face.
‘Aren’t you too young to have already found your life partner? Are you so sure?’ you joke but Theo rolls his eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. ‘I’m sure. Very sure,’ Theo says and as your laugh is dying down, Theo glances at your eyes again, and the atmosphere turns serene as he leans down, your face in his hands, and places a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. A deep and genuine kiss, which sends pigs running wild in your stomach. You swallow as he pulls away and envelops you into a hug. You take in all his scent that you first smelt the first time you met him.
‘That’s how sure I am,’ Theo whispers and you close your eyes with a smile, knowing you have everything you’ve ever wanted in this world.
A/N: I hope y’all liked reading this. I put in all my blood, sweat and tears for this (figuratively) :) I’m coming up with a lot of inspo, but who knows when I’ll write another one? Haha. Anyways, byee, love you lotsss!!  <3
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Monsters in the Dark | Nikto x Reader | Part 3
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Third chapter of the Cowboy!Nikto series. Nikto has some emotions and has no idea what they mean or how to deal with them. Original Cowboy concept based on the AU by @ghouljams
A/N: Finally got enough time to work on this chapter after weeks and weeks of hectic stress with work and university. Thank you to all of those still following along with the story, I'll hopefully have the next part out soon. Fun fact: The story of a horse getting hurt running into a fence because they were so excited to see someone is from one of the silly yearlings at uni lol.
Warnings: Minor medical proceedures, Nikto getting a little jealous.
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Nikto can’t help wondering if there’s anything that can ruin your seemingly perpetual good mood. Even with your body dripping with sweat and elbow deep inside of a cow, you’re still somehow grinning brightly at the farmer standing beside you. Doing a part of your job that some would consider... unpleasant at best, you’re able to act as if it’s the most exciting thing you’ve ever done.  
One of the other farm hands, a man about your age, if a year or two older, is acting a little too interested in what you’re doing, however, and Nikto’s jaw is aching with how hard he’s grinding his teeth together. They make a soft groaning sound as they suffer under the pressure he’s subjecting them to, but unfortunately, it’s the only thing keeping him from snapping at “Darren” when the man crowds close to you with what he must think is a suave grin.  
“Alright, I can feel the cervix now,” you hum, and he can see the way your arm twists slightly within the animal, “it’s pretty easy to manoeuvre it around.” You frown to yourself, seemingly oblivious to the way that annoying brat leans a little closer, “the reproductive tract isn’t very heavy.” 
“And what’s that mean, darlin’?” Darren asks, and Nikto can’t decide what he hates more, the tone the other man is using to address you, or the way he thinks it’s okay to place a hand on your shoulder. The gelding underneath Nikto snorts, shifting uncertainly as he likely senses the tension brewing.  
“Oh,” you blink at Darren, as if only just noticing him for the first time, “normally you wouldn’t be able to move the cervix around so easily if she was carrying a calf, I’d be able to feel at least a little weight to it.” You reach a little further into the cow, taking a few moments longer before adding, “I can also feel the horns of her uterus, and there’s no fluid I can feel inside them.”  
Darren is nodding, but his gaze is far from focused on the animal or what you’re actually saying to him.  
You pull you hand slowly from the cow, removing the palpation glove and dropping it into the bin beside the cattle crush. “Looks like this girl’s open, I’m afraid,” you say, grabbing the can of cattle paint and spraying a bright green streak across the animal’s tail, “and that’s the last of the girls done.”  
Pulling the release lever, the heifer is let out of the crush and into the holding pen with the rest of the females you’ve checked for pregnancies. While most of them have little blue marks to indicate a successful insemination, a few of the younger ones weren’t lucky enough to take this time around.  
Darren looks as though he’s about to say something further (more than likely something stupid and obnoxious), but before he can do anything more than puff up his chest, Mr. Roberts is snapping at him.  
“Darren! Get your ass into the paddock, boy!” The old man has a scowl on his face that would have recruits shaking in their boots and a voice with a harsh snarl to it from years of smoking. “The hell do I bother paying you for?” he grumbles, watching as the younger man near enough trips over himself in his haste to get back to work.  
Nikto can’t help admiring the man for his no nonsense approach to his work. He’s friendly enough toward those who work for him, and when Nikto was looking for employment, took him on board with no questions asked. The elderly cowboy has made it clear that he could care less about where someone comes from, only that they can do an honest day’s hard work.  
“Well, thank you for giving us a hand with the ladies,” the old man’s tone softens drastically, and he offers you a firm handshake, “I know those big business farms have all that fancy new technology and blood tests to make checking for calves easier, but I much prefer the old method.”  
Although he would never admit it aloud, it’s rather
 sweet, the way you beam at Mr. Roberts and nod along to his words. “Of course! A blood test would be useful for determining how long the baby’s been gestating for, but there’s nothing wrong with the palpation method to find out if they’re carrying anything.” 
Roberts seems pleased by your response, offering you an elusive smile, before giving you one final nod, “I’ll see you around town in a few days, and I’ll drop your payment off at the clinic.”  
There are a few final pleasantries exchanged, all of which Nikto ignores. He was supposed to be getting the horse tacked down and set out for the day. Getting distracted by you while doing your job was just an unfortunate happenstance. He urges the gelding onward with a gentle tap to the animal’s side, leaving you to the business of packing up all of your tools in peace.  
He dismounts once reaching the stable, giving the horse a firm pat on the shoulder before leading him into one of the nearest stalls. He can’t know for certain if anyone else will need Murphy before the end of the day, seeing as the horse belongs to Roberts, but the least he can do is ensure he’s comfortable until he’s turned out for the end of the day.  
While “Murphy” isn’t exactly a name that Nikto would have chosen for a horse, given it’s a little too human for his own tastes, apparently, the gelding was named after Murphy’s Law, seeing as the poor animal seems to constantly be getting into trouble. Anything that could possibly go wrong for him can and will. He’s only just recovered from a nasty gash he’d received to the front of his chest after getting a little too excited to see Nikto coming to greet him and crashing directly into a barbed wire fence.  
Nikto starts untacking Murphy, starting with the bridle and moving his way backwards. He gives the gelding a quick brushing down and picks out his hooves to ensure there’s no stones or injuries that’ve gone unnoticed. He leaves Murphy to his dinner while he works on cleaning off the bit of the bridle and applying oil where the leather has begun to dry out. It’s a difficult job with only one properly functioning arm, but he’s not about to ask for any assistance with such a mundane chore.  
When he gets back, however, he’s startled to find you standing there, stroking Murphy’s mane while the horse happily munches on a mouthful of hay. You’re cooing at the animal happily, giggling when Murphy starts trying to nibble at your shirt once running out of food.  
You turn and offer him a smile, face still a little warm from the sun outside and with several strands of your hair poking out in odd directions. He finds that the look suits you, oddly enough.  
It’s only when you call his name that he realises that you’ve been trying to speak to him and he’s just been there staring at your face like a complete idiot. He shifts his grip on the halter he’s holding and clears his throat. “What do you need?” He settles on eventually, deciding that’s the least offensive way of telling you he hasn’t heard a word spoken to him.  
Thankfully, you don’t seem to be too upset by it. “I was just asking how poor Murphy is doing, I know he had a nasty scratch recently,” you’re looking at Nikto, but your words are said in the same, high-pitched coo you tend to use whenever you’re talking to Sputnik, accompanied by a rather overdramatic frown.  
He rolls his eyes at you, but finds he isn’t entirely annoyed by the antics. “Fine. His wound has healed well,” he says while reaching over to try and guide Murphy’s head a little closer. He may not be a trained veterinarian, but Nikto has seen plenty enough injuries in his life to be able to tell when one isn’t healing well. Murphy, of course, decides not to cooperate, instead trying to press the side of his fluffy face up against you.  
Getting the halter over the horse’s head with one hand is rather awkward, especially with the way the animal insists on moving about. You reach out, and he’s about to snap at you for trying to do it for him. He’s had enough of people trying to treat him like an infant recently, as though he’s not a dangerous killer.  It was suffocating enough when it was hospital staff and physiotherapists, but even a civilian thinking he’s too incapable to perform such a simple task? 
But then, you simply grab the buckle in one hand and hold it in position for him to secure himself.  
It would be far faster and more efficient for you to take the halter and do it yourself, yet you stand patiently without comment, and wait as he pulls the strap over the horse’s head and fastens the catch in place. He’s not sure why the thought of you specifically treating him like a weak child had him prepared to lash out quite so aggressively, especially when he’s brushed off similar actions by other people with only a few choice words and a particularly icy glare.  
You return to eagerly cooing at the horse before he can force himself to offer any kind of thanks, and he quickly pushes down the uncomfortable tangle of emotions trying to crawl their way up from his stomach.  
“Are you finished for the day?” You ask after a few moments of silence. He gives you a nod and you’re quick to ask, “how’s your girl been holding up?”  
“Our girl?” he asks slowly, forehead scrunching up. Do you think he has a partner or some kind? Why would you think there’s a girl in his life? Has he done something to make you think he’s married or dating someone?  
“Sputnik,” you clarify, and his face must do something odd because you snort at his reaction. “Why, do you have another girl?” 
Nikto can’t help automatically scoffing at the question, shaking his head at the very thought, â€œĐœĐ”Ń‚, we have no one.” He sees your eyebrows raise slightly, as if surprised by that, but you quickly school your expression back into its normal, carefree smile.  
Your expression quickly turns into something playful, however, as you add, “really? A big, handsome man like you?” He’s not sure how genuine your teasing tone is, “surely you’ve got the ladies lining up.” You have this way of joking around with him and asking questions in a way that doesn’t make him want to immediately tell you to ‘fuck off’. It’s a strange feeling, and he’s not entirely sure he likes it.  
“You are just crazy,” he counters, going to cross his arms over his chest, only to realise he can’t and instead settling for just letting them rest in place. He sees your eyes travel down the length of his damaged arm, stopping at where it abruptly ends. You don't comment on it, however, and he’s annoyed by how glad he is that you don’t. You likely didn’t even notice his injury until now, given he’s been wearing his prosthetic covered by long-sleeved clothes and gloves every other time you’ve met.  
“Wow, so rude,” you grin, trying to playfully shove his shoulder, only to pout when he’s entirely unmoved by the action. He’s been called rude many times in his life, but this is the first time he’s ever found himself pleased to hear it from someone.  
The sound of the stable door opening has you pulling your attention away from him and toward Roberts, who has just entered. You give Murphy a quick pet to the side of the neck, and Nikto a final grin, offering up a brief, “I’ll see you around.” 
Roberts waves as you leave the stables, waiting for the large door to close before he turns to look at Nikto, one of his bushy eyebrows raised. “So, when’re you gonna marry that lovely girl?” The old man asks, leaning against the stall door with an upward twitch of his lips.  
Nikto near enough chokes on thin air, whirling around on the cowboy with a startled, â€œŃ‡Ń‚ĐŸ?”  
The old man just sighs heavily, shaking his head, “just make sure you do it soon, yeah? We need another vet living out here on a permanent basis,” he ploughs on, “she already knows the area and she’s a lovely young lady.”  
As quickly as he arrived, Roberts wanders off again, heading back to work and leaving Nikto standing in the middle of the horse stall. He takes a long moment, just staring at where the old man had been a few moments ago while his brain slowly processes everything. Surely he wasn’t being serious, right?
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Translations
“Юа,” - “Yes” 
"Ń‡Ń‚ĐŸ?” - "What?"
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