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Mr A-List | Park Jongseong

"Never liked him, Never will." You always thought to yourself when you so much heard his voice. The school heartthrob who had a reputation for being 'Mr A-List'. Everything about him was disgustingly perfect. Except his mouth. You just wanted to shove all those arrogant and cocky remarks down his throat.

THEMES: Teenage crack, Enemies to lovers

WARNING(S): Pet names, name calling, arguments, some fluff, (Maybe cursing), mentions of passing away, Smoking

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[Author's Note]: Hi everyone!!! This is my first oneshot so please show some love <3333 And Enjoy!

Park Jongseong. He goes by many names. Jongseong, Jay, Jongsaeng... But the most popular. 'Mr A-List'.

You absolutely despised him. Besides his good grades, he had a loud mouth. A cocky, arrogant bastard who had nothing better to do but brag to your face about being 'so much better'. Talking to him was like talking to a yapping seagull. Won't shut up and won't let you live in peace for more than ten minutes.

Your locker door slams shut as you let out a heavy sigh walking to your first class of the day. Your shoulders slumped as your books rested in one arm, your feet treading along the mostly empty hallway.

As usual your head was in the clouds, zoning out into your own thoughts, blurring out everything around you, humming a song you were obsessed with recently and whispering the lyrics under your breath when your shoe slipped on the floor. Luckily you caught yourself on your heels, but not so much your books.

You groan as the books slipped to the floor into a spilled pile. "It's too early for this." you sigh and crouch down on your knees to pick them up when you hear an annoyingly familiar voice.

"Finally realised you were below me huh cupcake?" You raised your head with a glare, eyeing the owner of the voice. Mr A-List. He had his signature smug smirk as he had both hands stuffed into his pockets with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his black tank top tucked into his pants, buckled with a leather belt and his loose neck tie reaching his belly button.

"Not in the mood to hear it Jay" You muttered loudly enough for him to hear as you just picked up your books and got back up on your feet. "Why don't you talk your bragging ass to your books."

"Not as fun as bragging to you princess." His smirk widened as if that pet name was supposed to make you feel any better. If anything, you were even more pissed. What a great way to start a Monday morning.

You just shook your head, rolling your eyes as you walked past him, your skirt bouncing and swaying behind you as you muttered to yourself, cursing at Jay.

"Hey now, don't leave like that" He jogged up behind you, easily catching up, ending up beside you, matching your pace. You rolled your eyes again, not bothering to even spare him a glance. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Aww why not? You wound me princess." He feigned innocence, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "Because, you annoy me." You didn't hesitate to answer back.

"Why? because you know I'm better than you?" He kept his tone innocent but he was obviously making fun of you for having lower grades then him.

"I'm late for class. Goodbye" You treaded off as Jay just paused in his tracks watching you walk off with a grin..

This was your daily routine, having to deal with his stupid bragging and 'superior' behaviour like he was your King. Ever since he had come to the school two years ago, he had stolen your spot as rank 1. You used to be the smartest in your entire grade, but he came in and not even one month later he quickly replaced you and ever since he always manages to get higher. You constantly argue with the teachers, insisting they marked your papers wrong but they would just brush you off saying they checked multiple times and you had no choice but to leave it unless you wanted detention for always nagging your teachers. Jay was loved by EVERYONE, except you. Teachers saw him as the star student and special kid. All the girls swooned over him while guys wanted to be him. Jay knew very well you disliked him and took it to his advantage to pick on you.

It was friday evening and you were studying in the library. It was raining heavily outside, wind and thunder thrashing as you drained out the noise by focusing on your work. Thunderstorms were not your best friend, it felt like a phobia to you. You decided to wait it out before heading home.

About a few hours later you decided to head home after feeling exhausted. You packed up your things and walked out of the library, through the empty hallways.

As you got lost into your thoughts, the pearl bracelet you had recieved on your birthday had caught onto the spiral of your notebook and as you raised your hand to adjust your dangling earring the bracelet stretched which made it snap as the pearls spilled everywhere.

Your eyes widened as you stopped in your tracks looking down at the pearls in disbelief. You quickly got onto your knees and tried picking up as many as you could to save it. You chased them around, gathering as many as you could, a few had rolled into the open janitors closet and quickly followed the trail of pearls inside picking each one up.

You stood up searching if you had lost anymore, running your hand through your hair, moving your long strands out of your eyes. The door to the janitors closet was being held open by a broom which you hadn't noticed. As you were about to turn on your heel, you knocked the broom over causing the janitors door to slam shut from the strong wind.

You jumped from being startled as the room became darker then before. The only source of light coming from a small window in the corner of the room which was gushing in wind.

You tried pulling the door open but it was locked. You banged on the wood, hoping there'd be anyone outside to let you out, but there was barely any sound from the thick hard wood. You quickly gave up leaning your forehead on the door. You were exhausted, tired and not in any mood to deal with this kind of problem.

The janitors room was pretty small. A few metal shelves in rows which reached to the ceiling and only one single flutter shutter window which was open but no space to leave.

Just then, a scent of smoke reached your nostrils as you sniffed twice to figure out what it was before closing your mouth and nose coughing into your palm.

You noticed a smoke trail coming from behind one of the shelves. You took small, slow steps, peaking to see what it was when your eyes widened. Jay!?

Jay stood there, leaning against the shelf while holding a half-burnt cigarette bud between his fingers, gazing aimlessly at the plain wall infront of him as he has wired earphones plugging into his ears as he softly nodded his head at times.

"Jay?" You furrowed your eyebrows, about to approach him when you knocked over a metal tin as it clang on the floor making you flinch and startle Jay as he darted his head in your direction, his eyes immediately falling on you as his eyes widened in surprise.

You turned your gaze back to him. Your eyes lingering on his visibly shocked expression while also glancing at the the burning cigar in between his index and middle finger.

He knew exactly what you were looking at and quickly tried hiding the cigarette behind his leg as he pulled an earphone out. "What are you doing here?" He asked, almost sounding mad.

"I could ask you the same." You said back, matching his attitude.

He subtly glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you. "That's none of your business."

"Yeah? I wonder why Mr A-List is smoking. I thought you were too perfect. And why in the damn janitors closet at this time? Can't you go to a park or something?" You crosses you arms over your chest.

"Just leave me alone." He scoffed. "Get out"

"The door is locked. Did you not hear it slam shut?" You pointed over your shoulder with your thumb. Raising and eyebrow at the face he had not heard that loud slam.

"What!?" His eyes widened as he marches to the door trying to pull it open. Banging and slapping against it. Even trying to peak out the small translucent glass but barely anything was visible. "What the hell do we do now?" He turned back to you.

"Don't ask me, do I look like the janitor with the keys?" You furrowed your eyebrows again raising your shoulders and slumping them back down.

"You'd definitely fit one" He muttered loud enough as he moved away from the door.

"You're the one who came in here first." You scoffed watching him pull his earphones our and stuffing them into his pocket.

He just sighs, not knowing what to do next. "Come on Mr A-List, use that smart brain of yours." You said, a sarcastic hint to your words which was obvious.

He snapped his head in your direction with almost fire in his eyes. "Don't call me that." His words were sharp like a dart hitting a dart board. His sudden defensiveness made you confused and surprised. Usually he'd act all mighty and start bragging but here he was telling you not to call him that.

"Well that's new. What's up with you?" You eye him up and down as his entire body was stiffened.

"Nothing, just shut up" He went back to his corner and continued smoking his cigarette with a dark expression.

"Well we can't stay in here forever." You slightly lowered your tone but with the same attitude. You had never witnessed Jay like this. Smoking in a janitor closet and getting so frustrated at his 'labelled name' which was used by literally everyone at the school.

"Go ahead then Miss Know-it-all, how do we leave this obviously locked room?" He spoke, not even glancing at you as his tone dripped with sarcasm and attitude.

His grumpy side seemed to annoy you more than his cocky side. But he wasn't wrong. There was no way out like this.

"Just wait for the janitor, he'll come eventually." He said before being quiet and focusing on his cigarette, staring at the wall again.

You just decided to take a seat against the shelves. You still had the pearls in your hands you had gathered, you shoved them in your pocket and placed your books aside on the floor, hugging your knees as the thunder and rain kept rumbling outside. The wind breezing in through the small window making you shiver slightly. You laid your head on your knees, feeling your exhaustion kick in again as your eye lids became droopy. But the coldness of the room was not helping.

But just then Jay spoke up. "Oi, do you have your phone?"

You raised your head off your knees looking at him as your tired brain tool a few seconds to process his question before shaking your head. "I kept it in my locker. It distracts me while I'm studying."

"Shit, mines in my locker to." He groaned. His tone a bit softer now which was a quick contrast from like two seconds ago.

"Weren't you listenining to music just now?" You asked.

"It's an ipod." He stuck out the small ipod from his pocket before shoving it back in. You huffed turning away.

"How long are we gonna be in here for?" You asked. Hoping he knew when the janitor would come by.

"We're probably stuck here for the night. The janitor already clocked out." He responded, still not glancing at you.

You sighed in pain. You couldn't be stuck here all night. You were so exhausted you needed a good night's rest but nope, life had other plans.

It just kept getting chillier and chillier. You hesitantly spoke up. "Hey, could you close the window?"

Jay glanced at you before looking at the window and stepped towards it. He shoved his cooled down cigarette bud between the flutter shutters before attempting to close it. But it was stuck. The window was old, rusty and hard to move. He tried with all his strength but nothing. "It's not closing"

You sighed heavily leaning your head back against the shelf, hugging yourself closer from the cold as you rested your eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by Jay. He stayed quiet for a few moments before removing his shirt and placing it on you.

You opened your eyes feeling something drop on you as you saw Jay placing his shirt on you. Leaving him in just his black tank top. His muscular shoulders and arms on display as he unbotheredly went back to his spot a few feet away from you.

"Won't you get cold..?" You asked. Grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Don't worry about it." He said nonchalantly.

You didn't say anything else as you wrapped his shirt on you. The subtle scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and cigarettes which tickled your nose. It was gross but also comforting in a way.

But you weren't understanding his guy at all. He's always been cocky and arrogant, then suddenly he's so defensive about you calling him his own self-made nickname, then he becomes soft again and now he was being kind?

You didn't get him at all. And why was he smoking to? He was seen as so perfect by everyone. Yet here he was. Smoking in a janitors closet at 7pm on a Friday evening.

"Why were you smoking?" Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth. But kept a curious gaze on him. He was silent for a while. You thought he wouldn't reply so you went back to resting when you heard his voice.

"Helps me relax" He said said softly yet an unreadable expression on his face. "I do it almost everyday."

"Everyday??? That's terrible for you. Why on Earth would you do that?" You asked, shocked at how frequently he did it.

"I have my reasons" He said dryly. But you were too curious to respect his privacy.

"Tell me. You're always picking on me and saying you're so much better and now you're just quiet and acting distant." You said. Wanting to understand why he was acting like this. It was obvious something was going on. And no matter how much you hated this guy. You felt curious and wanted to help his situation as he seemed in a difficult position.

He hesitated. He didn't speak a word but you keep your eyes on him. Silently encouraging him to keep going. His lips slightly parted as he was about to speak, holding his breath for a moment but then closed his mouth and stayed silent and sighed.

You didn't want to be pushy with him, but you were the nosy type, especially now for his behaviour. "You can talk to me." You tried reassuring him.

"And how do I know you won't use it against me?" He asked, his voice almost trembling.

"Use it against you?" you scoffed. "I don't even know what it is." you replied, but more curious the more he spoke.

"It's just my family." He said sighing again.

"What about them..?" You kept questioning, but at the same time hoping you weren't being so pushy.

"It's diffcult to talk about..." He said again. It was clear he was holding back all his emotions. "I just wish it could be different."

For the first time you saw a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, the way his glossy eyes glistened in the dark. His body slumping against the shelf, his fist clenching and unclenching, conflicted to speak up or not.

"I have to agree with you on that one." You sighed. "My family isn't always the best either. Always pressuring me to do better in school." You found yourself opening up slightly to. You assumed maybe he had an argument with his parents or something like you do almost everyday.

"It's not like that." He said, his eyebrows furrowing more as you looked up at him confused. "Everyone gets to live their lives, go out with friends, and are liked for actually being themselves. While I'm stuck everyday working any part time job I can get to support my family."

You eyes slightly widen as you look at him in shock. "What do you mean 'work part time jobs to support your family?'"

"I'm not well off. I came to this school on a scholarship. You all call me 'Mr A-List' because i'm good at everything... I'm only good because I try to get another scholarship to college by doing everything I possibly can to achieve that." He spoke, his voice filled with emotion, like years of pain being spilled out. "My mom's dead, my dad can barely stand up from overworking. It's just me."

"I might be cocky and all that, only because I don't understand how to share my feelings. Knowing I was able to take your spot I felt good about myself. You're so smart, so pretty, liked by everyone, I thought I could be better than you and get a chance to get a scholarship." His words were sincere and deep from his heart. A small smile tugging at his lips when he talks about you as he gazes at the ground.

You stare at him with wide eyes, blush creeping onto your cheeks when he spoke good about you for the first time since you've met him. "Y-You.. think I'm all those things..?"

"Who wouldn't?" He breathed a chuckle. The small smile on his lips not erasing.

"I always assumed you hated me." Your voice soft with confusion and flattery. No guy had said such sweet things like that to your face.

"I never hated you... I just got quickly hooked on the idea of picking on you. I won't lie. It's cause you're cute when you're mad." You were turning more red by the second. Why was he being so nice all of a sudden?

"T-Thanks..." You didn't know what else to say to that. Was it a compliment or him just teasing you again. You shifted your gaze away from him as you felt your cheeks hot and red as you took in his words...

He glanced at you for the first time in a while. He bit in bottom lips like he was deciding something in his head before stepped closer to you and taking a seat on the floor with you, resting his arms on his bent up knees.

You glanced at him. This guy was full of surprises. Your eyes scanned his side profile. His jawline sharp and prominent. His eyelashes possibly longer than your own and perfect plump lips.

You felt the exhaustion from earlier kicked in again. Your eyelids becoming heavier as you got lost in your own thoughts from the silence. Jay was working hard for his family. You felt so much sympathy for him now that you saw him a new light.

Your eye lids continue to drop lower and lower with each blink as eventually you gave into your tiredness. Your head falling onto Jay's shoulder for support. He flinched slightly at the sudden action but didn't move you. He stared at your sleeping figure against him as he gently rested his head on yours, shuffling even closer so your could rest properly

The sun rays pricked through your eyelids as you blinked them open. You lazily scanned the room side to side as you were still in the same spot as last night. You felt your head against something warm and felt yourself resting on Jay's shoulder. You were surprised at yourself but didn't move away just yet. You liked the feeling of his warmth against you. Soft breathing noises from his nose as he was still peacefully asleep.

You gently lifted your head off his shoulder which caused his head to move off yours making him awake as he took a few moments to realise what was going on.

He realised you were both still inside the janitors closet and let out a small yawn, adjusting to the light.

"Good morning." You spoke gently, a grin on your lips as you kept a soft gaze on him. After last night you had gotten a whole new view on him. He wasn't just some jerk.

He ruffled his hair, shaking himself awake as a sigh left his lips, turning his gaze to you. His eyes still half lidded as he scanned the features of your face. "Do you always look this pretty in the morning?" His voice spoke with grogginess.

You scoffed with a smile turning your face away briefly, taken slightly aback by his sudden straightforward compliment.

"What? It was a compliment." He chuckled deeply.

"So sweet all of a sudden?" You responded, turning back to him. Resting your head against the shelf. Your shoulder brushing against his as you were still wearing his shirt on top as a blanket.

"I can be sweet to." He smirked.

"Yeah? How sweet?" Your grin widened. Both yours and his face subconciously growing closer.

"As sweet as those lips look." His words instantly brought heat to your cheeks as his eyes gazed down at your plump pink lips.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you both gazed at each other. His eyes locking between your eyes and lips as you couldn't take your eyes off his.

You felt him grow closer and closer. Your shoulders pressed up together as you were almost nose-to-nose.

Your lips slightly parted as you shuffled closer bit by bit. Wanting to close the distance between you both.

Suddenly the door burst open. Both you and Jay dart your heads to see the janitor, he was clearly surprised to see you both. "Oi, what are you kids doing in here?" You and Jay get up to your feet as you held his shirt close.

"You shouldn't be in here, wait till the principal hears about this, what are your names?" The janitor demanded but before you could respond. Jay grabbed you wrist as he ran out the closet dragging you behind.

You were stunned from the sudden action but your legs instantly caught up to match his pace. Just after a few moments later you slowed down panting as Jay stopped a few steps ahead.

He turned to you as you both stared at each other panting before bursting into laughter. You don't know why you found that so funny.

"I guess we're finally out of there." He huffed, slowing down his laughter.

"Finally, I hated it in there." You exhaled feeling great to be out of that closet.

Jay glanced down at you making your confused as you looked down your body to see if something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

He chuckle deeply for a moment. "Are you going to give my shirt back? Or do you plan on keeping it?" He grinned.

You realised, instantly pulling his shirt off. "Sorry, my bad, here."

He stepped forward taking it from you as his fingers grazed your hands. "Thanks." He smiled before suddenly leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling back.

You stood frozen in shock, trying to process what on Earth he had just done.

He just grinned, throwing his shirt over his shoulder and walking away. You shook out of your trance, watching him walk off before quickly calling out to him. "Hey wait!" You jogged up trying to catch up with him. "You can't just walk away after that!"

He chuckled turning on his heel, walking backwards. "Catch me if you can then princess!" He laughed before turning back and running off as you kept trying to catch up, a smile creeping on your lips. "Hey! You can't run off like that Mr A-List!"

THE END

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hxltic · 5 months ago

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I LOVE YOUR METALHEAD READER X PRICE AHHHH PLEASE DO MORE <3333

Price found the old thrifted guitar you begged your dad for. Is it a coincidence that despite the now-depleted volume and the dust coming off it, he knows how to play?

The bands you were into mostly disbanded. Price new about most of the ones you liked—it’s a perk to being almost a decade older.

He has leftover records stashed somewhere that he likes to play when he’s in the kitchen. Instead of the slow love songs to dance to, you could both rock out into the night.

Remembering that night he found your old glasses from your rabid teenage years, it’s no surprise how his eyes perk up in revelation when he’s informed his young daughter needs glasses too. He immediately locates them, asks her politely to put them on, and dies laughing at your expression when you walk in on a little you.

He gifts you an electric guitar on your anniversary, almost an exact replica of the one you had before, except this one is signed beautifully by his good friend who also happened to be your celebrity crush in the 7th grade.

He takes you to music festivals now. You get to sit up on his shoulders if you aren’t packed in a nice area with a tent (Coachella).

If you are at Coachella, he got some of the best tickets. You don’t know it came from one of his friends performing until he gets you passes to meet them as well.

Your interest in the music has slowly returned him to what he likes to consider his “prime years.” Slow nights, good beer, and uselessly swatting away mosquitos in the garage with his friends.

Price still likes to sit outside on the patio and rock while scrolling on his phone. The music will play in the background, and you found him out there sleeping calmly one Saturday evening.

It’s no secret that Price grows a lot of hair. Unfeigned evidence is his beard that he is extremely dedicated to. But with this fact, you should know that Price has had his fair share of hairstyles. No, you won’t ever get to see those.

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cynthiesjmxazrielslover · 2 months ago

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Bittersweet love

An original AUmodernAzriel x Reader

these songs remind me of them <3333

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of trauma Summary: Growing up with your abusive father and your mother who never spoke up against him, you had truly given up hope of any chance of a real relationship, of real love, the ones of the kind that you read about in your books, till you're proven wrong.

A/N: this is my first fic ever+english isnt my first language, and I wrote this in a daze, the idea came to me at like 3 AM,so....enjoy muah<3 Thump.....thump. DAMN IT CAROLINE GET OUT HERE! Another night another fight, that too on their anniversary, a classic. I scoff thinking about all the picture-perfect smiles and the absolutely lovely speech my dad had read out for my mom tonight, a show, it was all a show, no one knew what went inside our house every week, how my dad hit my mom, screamed at her and then bought ridiculously expensive gifts for her as if that would fix everything. I was so so tired of their useless fights, every time it all ended the same way, with my mom never leaving. I heard the rain outside before I saw it. One thing about me was that I always loved the rain, growing up, and till now it just felt right to cry under its cover, to cry with it, to admire how beautiful it felt to be enveloped in her comfort and just...let everything go. I sneaked out my window and walked out of our backyard. There was an abandoned house right behind mine, I spread rumors just so everyone thought, it was either haunted or inhabited, in truth it was my den. Snacks, clothes, comfy blankets, duvets, you name it. It had all I needed to feel better. When I entered my lair I noticed that most of my snacks were empty and the empty packets pristine clean. Oh no, someone had discovered the truth, I turned around only to find a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me, the darkness enveloped him, I couldn't see him, but guessed well enough he was taller than me. I cursed at myself for being stupid enough to enter an abandoned place at night in the middle of a heavy down pour. No, no, no, no. I stepped back I couldn't die like this, not in this shit hole. "Um, hello there. Are you okay? you just seem a little pale" I gaped at him. He had the most alluring voice id ever heard on a man and damn did it mess with my senses. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Look I'm not armed plus I dont even have enough energy to argue right now." He stepped a bit closer enough that I could make out his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. His hazel eyes were a sweet honey brown shade, tanned skin, muscles, tall as frick, and hot too. Holy crap this guy looked straight out of a book. "Hello?". Realizing I'd been gaping at it the whole time it took me second to remember the situation I'd found myself in before I said "Hi, Im Lana" I lied, my name wasnt lana but i wasnt gonna tell some random guy who ate my snacks AND all my blueberry sour candy my name, Im not that dumb. He steps out of the shadows so i could get a proper look at him, and so he could look at me i realize. "Hello Lana, Im Azriel". I looked at him, really looked at him noticed 3 things, 1. He didnt look much older than me, meaning either he was in school or in college, 2. He was wearing my oversized hoodie which looked a little too small on him, and 3. He looked in a bad shape. He had bruises on his face marring his body, burned hands, swollen eye and looked cold, very cold and malnourished. He looked almost......homeless.

I snuck a glance outside.

I silently swore, if this man- Azriel, stayed here any longer he would DIE, either of fever or due to infection. I might already have brought a one way ticket to the deepest darkest pits of hell but doesnt mean he did. Without a thought i spit out "Come to my house". "Im sorry what?" he chuckled out smirking at me as a flush crept over me. "I-I meant that you cant stay here, there's heavy rain and its cold here. pfft that's totally what i meant" i stammer out. Reminder to curl up and die in a corner later on. He furrows his brow at my statement, a hint of amusement on his face. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger Lana?" He pipes out, his voice low and gravelly. "I doubt an 18 year old guy who wears Minnie Mouse hoodies with dora the explorer socks and a pink bow pajamas would try to kidnap me" Okay now this dude was really crossing it for me. Reminder number 2- Drown these clothes in holy water before wearing them again. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I still look better in these than you could ever. But you're smart and these clothes fit me like a fucking tank top and shorts, so yes, Lana, I'll come to your house. Only because Im freezing out here" He added FRICK. FRICK THIS WAS A BAD,BAD IDEA

Azriels POV I stepped out of the shower, steam rising from the hot water. I smelled like lavender soap and vanilla- The scent of real men. I put on the fresh pair of clothes Lana gave me, A little smaller than what i wore but better than those hoodies of hers anyway. I saw her reading a book when i stepped out, no gods not another book-obsessed psycho. She motioned for me to sit down and applied some bandages, honey, and anti-septic cream and gave me some medecine, pain killers i guessed. She seemed to know what she was doing, better than going to a doctor if it meant it was free and she wasn't going- "Who gave you get these" My chain of thoughts are interrupted by her words. "I got myself banged up by a....raccoon?" A raccoon? A RACCOON? Thats the best I could come up with? Telling a girl that i got banged up by a raccoon? She laughs at my answer. It's not a soft melodic sound like i expected but a burst of laughter. She snorts and smirks at me. "Damn, a raccoon huh? Wait,does that mean your're pregnant now?Plus,what? did it tackle you to the ground with its little toe beans? What were you even fighting over, who gets the last thrown out doughnuts from the dumpster, oh, or, did she kick you out of the house instead? You're lovely raccoon wife." She laughs out, barely able to form the sentence without controlling her laughter. I roll my eyes but I cant help smile, I knew very little about this girl but i did know 4 things, 1. She was a terrible liar, introducing herself under a fake name when her name was written under every single one of her drawings, 'y/n' I liked that name, it sounded different yet familiar on my tongue. 2.She might have just saved my life 3. She had a very good taste in candy and 4. we are about to become very, very, very good friends, something I hadn't had in a while. Tell me in the comments if you want to be tagged in the next parts, plus im open to supportive constructive criticism so let me know how i can improve =) taglist: @anarchiii @starlightazriel @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989 @scorpioriesling

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mononijikayu · 5 months ago

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“a life, a sparkle in your eyes/heaven coming through” — gojo satoru.

It was a smile that spoke volumes, conveying a multitude of emotions in its simple curve. It was a smile of acceptance, of love, of unwavering support for the choices you had made. And in that smile, you found reassurance, a silent affirmation that you were cherished and adored just as you were, in every form and iteration. One that you hadn’t seen in a long time. And Satoru somehow has the kindest one you’ve ever seen before. The most precious.

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

LISTEN: the astronaut by jin of bts

NOTE: jin of bts is returning from the military in a couple of hours and this song was on repeat and i had a satoru idea so here we are!!! anyway, i love you!!! ill see you in the next update of ashes of love <3333

masterlist

u s and t h e m

YOU REFLECT A LOT ABOUT YOUR LIFE. You lost faith in love a long time ago. You had been surrounded by love all your life, enveloped in its warmth and comfort. But then your father died, and you were taken from your mother. Your world shattered, leaving you adrift in a sea of sorrow. Then it was Kaiko and Namie who became your anchors. You clung to them desperately, finding solace in their presence and, once more, you were surrounded by love.

But the cycle repeated itself cruelly. Somehow, no matter how you want to escape it, the same suffering was bound to repeat itself. Namie died, and Kaiko went insane, driven mad by her own grief, and left you to inflict her pain upon the world. And then you spilled her blood with your hands, trying to prevent more suffering. You were alone again, cast into the abyss of solitude. Suffering the voices in your head and the shadow of a lost love.

It was a bleak existence, a never-ending cycle of loss and heartache, until one fateful day. You found a cat stuck in a tree, its desperate cries mirroring your own silent pleas for help. As you struggled to rescue the frightened creature, a voice called out to you. It was Gojo Satoru, a first-year boy with striking white hair and a confident demeanor. He approached with an easy smile, offering his assistance without hesitation.

It was a bleak existence, a never-ending cycle of loss and heartache, until one fateful day. You found a cat stuck in a tree, its desperate cries mirroring your own silent pleas for help. As you struggled to rescue the frightened creature, a voice called out to you. It was Gojo Satoru, a first-year boy with striking white hair and a confident demeanor. It was hard to not know what he looked like. You’ve seen him enough in the clan gatherings, though never once interacted with him. And besides, the six-eyes was too hard to miss. He approached with an easy smile, offering his assistance without hesitation.

"Need some help?" Satoru called out, his voice light and friendly.

You glanced down, surprised by the sudden intrusion. "I think I can manage," you replied, though your grip on the tree branch was precarious.

Satoru chuckled, easily reading the situation. "Looks like the cat isn't the only one stuck," he teased, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hold on, I'll get it."

Before you could protest, he effortlessly climbed up beside you. With a gentle but firm hand, he coaxed the trembling cat into his arms. "There we go, little guy," he murmured to the cat before turning to you. "And now for the other rescue."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as Satoru helped you down from the tree, his touch warm and reassuring. "Thank you.” you mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.

"No problem," he said with a grin. "I'm Gojo Satoru, by the way. What's your name?"

You hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Zenin. Gen—”

Satoru's eyes widened slightly with recognition, but his grin only widened. "Oh! Then you’re my senpai?" he said, a playful snicker in his voice as he eyed you from head to toe. “You look pretty for a Zenin.”

The unexpected comment caught you off guard. You couldn’t believe what he’s saying. No one had ever been this blunt with you. At all. You felt like you were glitching. Your face scrunches up as you narrow your lilac eyes at him.

"Excuse me?" you replied, a mix of disbelief and curiosity coloring your tone.

Satoru shrugged nonchalantly, his smile never wavering. "Just saying, you don't have that usual 'I'm better than everyone else' Zenin aura about you. It's... refreshing. Does that make sense?"

You couldn't help but smirk at his bluntness. "Well, I don't exactly fit in with my family." you admitted, the bitterness in your voice hinting at the pain behind your words. You stopped. He was literally stranger. There’s no need to say anything. “Wait, why am I telling you this?”

“Maybe I’m just a comforting person?”

“No, No, that—”

Satoru's expression softened. "Though, I think I get you, senpai. I get that. Not everyone fits into the mold they're given. But hey, that's not necessarily a bad thing. I mean, you’re already cooler than the rest of your ugly—”

You snicker suddenly.

He looks at you for a moment.

You cough back, waving him off.

“Just a cough, don’t worry.”

“I don’t know, Zenin-senpai. That sounds like a laugh to me.”

"And what about you, Gojo Satoru? Do you fit the mold?" You say, changing the topic. Saying too much will only be a headache.

He laughed, a sound so carefree it was almost contagious. "Me? I'm the mold-breaker," he declared confidently. "I do things my way, and if people don't like it, well, that's their problem. But who are they to stop me anyway? I’m the strongest!”

You couldn’t help but be intrigued by the boy. If it wasn’t for how genuine he is, you would think his latter comment was condescending. But you feel like there was more to him than that. His eyes tell. For the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope. A glimmer of life itself was in him and you could tell that easily.

This Gojo boy, with his easy going smile and unwavering confidence, was different. He didn't see you as just another Zenin, and that was a revelation. He reminded you of Kaiko for a bit. And that for a moment gave you heartache. But you don’t want to tell him that. You doubt it was proper.

"Maybe breaking the mold isn't such a bad idea, I think." you mused, a small smile playing on your lips.

Satoru's grin widened. "That's the spirit, senpai. Now, how about we get this cat somewhere safe and then figure out how to break a few more molds together?"

“Hm, why not?” you hummed back at him as you took the cat in your arms. The small creature purred, nestling comfortably against you, as if sensing the new bond forming between the two of you.

Satoru's presence seemed to imbue the world around him with a sense of joy and vitality. His easygoing demeanor and infectious energy were like a beacon of light in the midst of the wide echo of the school grounds. As you walked beside him, you couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly he seemed to navigate through life, as if every challenge was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.

It was a stark contrast to your own experiences, weighed down by the burdens of your past and the responsibilities that now rested on your shoulders. Yet, despite the heaviness that often threatened to engulf you, being in Satoru's presence brought a sense of relief, a temporary reprieve from the weight of your worries.

There was something magnetic about the way he carried himself, a confidence and self-assuredness that seemed to radiate from within. It was as if he possessed an inner strength that allowed him to face whatever challenges came his way with grace and resilience.

As you observed him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and awe. Here was someone who had faced his own share of hardships and yet still managed to find joy in the simple pleasures of life. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope, always a reason to keep moving forward.

In Satoru's lightness, you found a source of inspiration, a reminder to embrace each moment with an open heart and a willingness to face whatever the future may hold. And as you walked beside him, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within you, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a brighter tomorrow waiting on the horizon.

"So, Zenin–senpai," Satoru began, breaking the comfortable silence, "what's your story? What makes you different from the rest of your clan?"

You glanced at him, contemplating how much to reveal. "It's a long story and too dull. I doubt it’s one to be heard." you replied cautiously. "Let's just say I don't agree with their methods. Or their values…..Or actually anything.”

Satoru nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes family can be the hardest to stand up to. But you seem strong enough to handle it. You got out.”

You gave a small, humorless laugh. "Strength isn't always enough. And I’m not yet out. I bear the last name.”

“But you don’t live in Zenin manor?” He hums, questioningly. “If you had, I would have seen you many times.”

“I did see you many times, before.”

“HUH? Then how come I haven’t seen you before?” His face contorts into a pitiful pout. “I would have noticed a Zenin like you — let alone that geezer’s eldest grandchild.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, really. But you never greet people.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. I was there.”

“Isn’t my presence enough as a greeting?” Gojo asks, almost haughtily. You want to smack him, but you hold yourself back. He’s such a brat. “I mean, I am a miracle, senpai.”

“No wonder Yaga complains about you.” You mumbled under your breath. “And it’s only the first year?”

“Hehhhhh, he complains about me?”

“Principal Gakuganji’s happier, if I’m being honest.” You look at him, as he seems curious. “Yaga complaints about you and that other boy—”

“Suguru got mentioned? Woah–”

“You both cause him high blood pressure.” You finally finished.

Satoru's expression shifted from curiosity to amusement as you revealed the cause of Principal Gakuganji's stress. "High blood pressure, huh?" he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess we do have a talent for causing trouble."

You nodded, a playful glint in your eye. "It's a special skill you and Geto-san seem to excel at." you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

Satoru grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, what can I say? We're just too irresistible for our own good."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm. Despite the challenges and chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went, there was something undeniably charming about Satoru's carefree attitude. It was as if he refused to let anything dampen his spirits, choosing instead to find joy in the most unexpected places. The quiet came again between the two of you.

“Sometimes, it's about finding the right people to stand with you."

“Hm?” Satoru looks at you, his cerulean blue piercing towards you.

“That would get you by.” You made it clear to him as you shifted the cat against your kimono’s sleeves. “But I suppose from what I heard, you and the other first years get along well enough. Continue that.”

Satoru's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Well, you've got me now too, senpai. And trust me, I'm pretty good at standing up to people. Aren’t I the one that made Principal Gakuganji nearly shit himself?”

“Language.” You tell him as he rolled his eyes. But he was right. Principal Gakuganji felt like he was about to whip out his guitar when he first met Gojo Satoru. At least that’s what Utahime told you. “I know you’re good at standing up to people. But I hope you’re careful, hm?”

“Oh, is that a senpai’s advice?”

“A friend’s advice.”

“You already view us as friends?” He seemed hopeful about that. His eyes were gleaming brighter than ever before.

You chuckled softly, the warmth settling between you. "I suppose I do," you admitted, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Though, if you keep pestering Principal Gakuganji, I might have to reconsider."

“Ehhhhhhhh, but I don’t like him.”

You laughed, shaking your head. "Fair enough. Just try not to give him too much of a headache, alright?"

“I can’t promise anything about that, senpai.”

As you approached the dormitory, the cat still nestled peacefully in your arms, you felt a sense of optimism that had been absent for far too long. Maybe, with Satoru by your side, you could carve out a new path, one that defied the expectations and limitations of your clan. Or at least free you, at least just a little.

Satoru opened the door for you, and you stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the building embrace you. "So, where should we take this little guy?" he asked, looking at the cat.

"There's a place in the courtyard where some of the strays gather. It should be safe there for the little one." you suggested.

Satoru nodded, and together you made your way to the courtyard. As you set the cat down gently among the other strays, it looked up at you with grateful eyes before scampering off to join its new companions.

"See? One problem has already been solved by the great Satoru!" Satoru said with a grin. "Now, onto the next one."

You turned to him, a newfound determination in your eyes. "And what's the next one, exactly?"

He shrugged, his smile never fading. "Whatever we decide it is. The sky's the limit, senpai."

As you stood there, side by side with Gojo Satoru, you felt a spark of hope ignite within you. You didn’t remember him being this expressive or at all talkative all these years ago. But then again, you hadn’t met him in years. He had time to become the boy who met you now.

"It was nice to meet you today, Zenin-senpai. Really didn't think I'll meet you this soon!" Satoru said, setting the cat down gently. "But y'u know, I think you and this cat have something in common."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Oh? What's that?"

He smiled, a hint of mischief in his cerulean eyes. "Both of you need someone to look out for you."

You looked away, the truth of his words hitting a little too close to home. You can’t believe how easily he sees through you. You just met this boy today and he’s already doing so much. You lived a lonely existence, you know that much. You were content with that. At least that’s what you always say to yourself.

"Maybe." you admitted quietly.

Satoru's expression softened. "Well, how about this? I'll look out for you if you look out for the cat. Deal?"

You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "Deal."

You did end up adopting the cat. Despite its initial skittishness, it soon settled into your life, providing an unexpected source of comfort and companionship. You named it "Gojonyan," inspired by the snowy white fur that reminded you so much of Satoru’s hair. And even more coincidentally, Satoru’s blue eyes.

Gojonyan had a playful and mischievous nature, always getting into places it shouldn't and constantly seeking attention. It would often curl up in your lap, purring contentedly as you stroked its soft fur, and you found solace in its presence. The cat’s energy and spirit mirrored Satoru's in uncanny ways. Just like him, Gojonyan seemed to have an endless reserve of curiosity and an unshakeable confidence, as if it knew it was meant to be part of your life.

Whenever you felt overwhelmed by the weight of your responsibilities or the shadows of your past, Gojonyan was there, a reminder of the moment your life began to change. The cat’s antics often brought a smile to your face, and its loyalty reminded you of Satoru’s steadfast support.

One evening, as you sat in your room with Gojonyan curled up beside you, you couldn't help but think back to that day by the tree. Satoru had shown you a new way to look at the world, a way that wasn't defined by loss and heartache. He had given you hope, and in a strange way, Gojonyan had come to symbolize that hope.

You often found yourself talking to Gojonyan, sharing your thoughts and fears as if the cat could understand every word. "You know, Gojonyan," you would say, scratching behind its ears, "you’re a lot like Satoru. Always so full of life and mischief. I think you two would get along just fine."

Gojonyan would respond with a soft purr, its eyes half-closed in contentment. You didn’t know if he was agreeing with you or not. But you still found your little one very cute. And comforting too. It was as if the cat understood the significance of Gojo Satoru’s presence in your life and the role it now played in helping you heal. And you feel like you are healing.

You often brought Gojonyan with you when you came by to Jujutsu High, especially when you had missions in Tokyo. The cat had become a familiar presence, trotting alongside you with an air of confidence that belied its small size. You enjoyed the company, and it seemed only natural to bring a piece of your new life with you.

However, you found yourself puzzled by Gojonyan’s behavior whenever Satoru was around. Despite the cat’s generally friendly disposition, it seemed to have taken a distinct dislike to him. The usually affectionate feline would arch its back and hiss whenever Satoru approached, much to his chagrin.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the common area of Jujutsu High with Gojonyan on your lap. Shoko and Suguru were there as well, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation between their duties. Satoru walked in, his usual confident swagger in place, but the moment Gojonyan spotted him, it let out a low growl and jumped off your lap, retreating to a corner.

Satoru’s shoulders slumped dramatically, and he looked at you with exaggerated sorrow. “Why does Gojonyan hate me, Gen-senpai? I thought we were friends!” His tone was a mix of genuine disappointment and playful theatrics.

Shoko chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s probably your personality, Satoru. Cats can sense these things. And yours is just that bad.”

Suguru smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, Satoru. Maybe it’s because you’re too loud and flashy. Gojonyan prefers a more refined company.”

Satoru's eyebrows shot up in mock offense. "Hey now, I'll have you know my personality is top-notch! It's just that Gojonyan hasn't acquired a taste for the finer things in life yet." He flashed them a playful grin, clearly unfazed by their teasing.

“Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that.” Shoko snickers, biting against her lollipop candy.

“Suguru, defend me here!”

Suguru shrugged nonchalantly. "Can't argue with the truth, can we?" He smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying Satoru's playful indignation.

Satoru huffed playfully, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, fine. But just you wait, Gojonyan will come around eventually. He'll see that I'm not so bad after all."

In the midst of all the tension and seriousness surrounding recent events, the playful banter between Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru provided a welcome reprieve. As laughter filled the room, you felt a weight lifting off your shoulders, if only for a moment. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could still be moments of lightness and joy.

Satoru feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock indignation. "Watch my words! Gojonyan will be in my hands lovingly! One day!," he retorted with a grin. "Gojonyan just needs to learn to appreciate my finer qualities."

Shoko shook her head, still smiling. "Sure, Satoru. Let that copium enter your lungs. I’m cheering for that cope!”

Suguru's smirk widened as he leaned forward, his gaze meeting yours with a knowing twinkle. "Don't worry, Genmei–senpai. We still like you, even if your taste in friends is questionable."

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging wash over you. Despite the challenges you had faced, you were grateful for moments like these — moments of laughter that reminded you that you were not alone. Not anymore.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their teasing. “I have no idea why Gojonyan doesn’t like you, Satoru. Maybe it’s just one of those things.”

Satoru sighed dramatically, plopping down on the couch with a forlorn expression. “This is tragic. I, the great Gojo Satoru, was defeated by a cat.”

Shoko leaned over and patted his shoulder mockingly. “There, there. Maybe if you try bribing Gojonyan with treats, it’ll come around.”

Satoru perked up at the suggestion, his eyes lighting up with determination. “That’s a great idea, Sho! I’ll win Gojonyan’s affection—”

“So, vote buying—”

“—just you wait.” He stood up, already plotting his next move. Suguru just shook his head. “I’ll get the finest cat treats money can buy.”

Suguru rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Good luck with that. Just don’t be too heartbroken if it doesn’t work.”

Despite his efforts, Gojonyan remained indifferent to Satoru’s attempts to win it over. He brought a variety of treats, toys, and even a plush bed, but the cat was unimpressed. It would sniff the offerings disdainfully and then pointedly ignore him, much to everyone’s amusement.

One day, Satoru sat next to you, watching Gojonyan with a wistful expression. “I don’t get it, Gen-senpai. I thought all creatures loved me.”

You smiled, reaching over to pat his hand. “Maybe Gojonyan just needs more time to get used to you. Or maybe it’s just being stubborn.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You know, I think I’m starting to like the challenge. It keeps me on my toes.”

Despite the cat’s continued aloofness, Gojo Satoru’s efforts never wavered. He took it in stride, turning it into a personal mission to win over Gojonyan. It became a running joke among your friends, a source of lighthearted banter.

But he’ll probably never get along with him.

You were right about that assumption.

Ten years of marriage, Gojonyan still hated him.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HIS REACTION WOULD BE LIKE. Gojo Satoru returned from his mission late in the evening, his white hair glistening with the remnants of rain. He didn’t get to use infinity as much this time, the creature being more clever than he would have liked. And he was exhausted now. He sighed as he brushed off the thread of rain on his head.

As Satoru stepped through the threshold of your home, the familiar comfort of your shared space wrapped around him like a warm embrace. The weight of his journey, the trials and tribulations he had faced during his time away, seemed to lift from his shoulders in an instant. Home, with you, was where he truly belonged, where the chaos of the outside world faded into insignificance against the backdrop of your love and companionship.

The soft glow of lamplight spilled into the hallway, casting gentle shadows on the walls as Satoru made his way further into the house. Tsumiki and Megumi were likely already fast asleep in their beds, the rhythmic sound of their breathing a comforting background melody to the quiet of the night. But even in their slumber, their presence filled the air, a reminder of the love and warmth that permeated every corner of your home.

And then, there was you. The thought of seeing you again after his prolonged absence filled Satoru with a sense of eager anticipation, a longing that had grown with each passing day spent apart. He could almost feel the ghost of your touch, the warmth of your smile, as he approached the living room where you were likely waiting for him.

The mere thought of being enveloped in your embrace, of feeling your arms around him and your soft breath against his skin, sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. After being so cold and alone for what felt like an eternity, the prospect of being with you again, of being surrounded by your love and warmth, filled him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.

With each step closer to you, Satoru's heart beats faster in his chest, his anticipation growing with every passing moment. He couldn't wait to see you, to hold you in his arms and whisper words of love and longing into your ear. For in that moment, with you by his side, he knew that he was home.

The anticipation buzzed through the air as you waited for Satoru's arrival, your heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The decision to cut your hair had been a bold one, a symbolic gesture of breaking free from the past and embracing a new chapter of your life with Satoru. Yet, as you watched the seconds tick by, doubts crept in, and you couldn't help but fidget with the hem of your shirt, your fingers tapping anxiously against your thigh.

The sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned to see Satoru stepping into the room, a bright smile lighting up his face as his eyes met yours. But as his gaze swept over you, his expression faltered ever so slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before being replaced by curiosity.

You held your breath, your pulse quickening with anticipation as you waited for his reaction. Would he like your new look? Would he be disappointed? The uncertainty gnawed at you, and you fought the urge to chew on your lip nervously as you watched him approach.

Satoru stopped in front of you, his bright eyes locked on your face as he took in your appearance. There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with unspoken tension as you searched his expression for any sign of approval or disapproval.

“Satoru, welcome home!” you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. You turned your eyes away slowly. “I, uh…”

He stops at his tracks. “You cut your hair.”

“I... I cut my hair.”

As Satoru turned to behold you, his eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sight of your transformed appearance. For a fleeting moment, he simply stood there, his gaze fixed upon you, as if trying to imprint the image of you with your new hairstyle into his memory. The silence between you stretched, pregnant with anticipation, as he processed the change that had taken place in his absence.

Then, like the breaking dawn after a long night, a slow, warm smile unfurled across his features. It started from the corners of his lips, spreading gradually until his entire face was illuminated with genuine delight. The smile reached his eyes, transforming them into twin pools of warmth and affection as he looked upon you.

In that moment, you could see the flicker of recognition in his gaze, the silent acknowledgment of the courage it must have taken for you to make such a bold decision. But more than that, you could sense the depth of his appreciation, the unspoken admiration for the beauty that radiated from within you, regardless of the length of your hair.

As Gojo Satoru crossed the room to stand before you, his smile remained firmly in place, a beacon of warmth in the quiet space between you. With each step, his love enveloped you like a protective embrace, banishing any lingering doubts or insecurities that may have lingered in the recesses of your mind.

And as he finally reached your side, he gently took your hand in his, his touch a silent reassurance of his unwavering affection. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with genuine admiration. "But then again, you always do."

Your heart swelled at his words, warmed by the sincerity in his voice. You met his gaze, finding nothing but love and acceptance reflected back at you. "Thank you," you murmured, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I was nervous about cutting it, but I'm glad you like it."

Satoru squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "You could shave your head bald and you'd still be the most beautiful person in the world to me," he said earnestly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "It's not about your hair, darling. It's about you, and you're perfect just the way you are."

A surge of warmth flooded through you at his words, dispelling any lingering uncertainty you may have felt. With Satoru by your side, you knew that you were loved unconditionally, flaws and all. And as you stood there, hand in hand, you realized that your decision to cut your hair was not about changing who you were, but rather about embracing your true self, no matter the external appearance.

You nodded, feeling a rush of relief wash over you at his seemingly positive reaction. "Yeah, I wanted a change." you explained, your voice tinged with nervousness. "I hope you like it."

Satoru's smile widened, his fingers trailing along the curve of your jaw as he studied your face. "I love it, darling" he reassured you, his voice filled with sincerity. "It suits you well enough.”

The tension melted away at his words, replaced by a warm glow of happiness that settled in the pit of your stomach. With a grateful smile, you leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his hand against your skin..

You blushed, looking away. “I... I wasn’t sure. I’ve never had short hair before. I did it in front of Zenin Manor, to cut ties with them. Now that I’m married to you, I’m free.”

His smile widened, and he gently cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up so he could look into your eyes. “You’re always beautiful to me, no matter how you wear your hair. But this... this suits you. It’s like you’re stepping into a new chapter of your life.”

Despite his words, you still felt a pang of uncertainty. “Do you really think so? You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean it,” he said firmly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You look stunning, don’t worry about it. You’re free from all of them and it shows.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “Thank you, Satoru.”

He held you close for a moment, his embrace warm and comforting. But then he pulled back, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I have something for you.” he said, reaching into his pocket.

You watched curiously as he pulled out a small box. Opening it, he revealed a pair of blue butterfly hair clips, delicately crafted with intricate details. “I found these on my mission and thought of you. I know you’ve cut your hair, but I thought these might still look nice.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Satoru, they’re beautiful!”

He grinned, taking one of the clips and gently securing it in your hair. “I’m glad you like them. They remind me of how you’re spreading your wings now, free and beautiful.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at your reflection, the blue butterflies standing out against your short hair. “Thank you, Satoru. They’re perfect.”

He pulled you into another hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Anything for you.”

To be known, to be seen — it's to be loved. The realization of this truth washed over you, bringing a flood of emotions that you could hardly contain. Happiness, relief, and a profound sense of belonging mingled together in a rush that made your heart race and your eyes well with unshed tears. For the first time, you felt truly like you had found a way to break that cycle — that cursed cycle of loss and heartache that had haunted you for so long.

As Satoru secured the delicate blue butterfly clip in your hair, his touch gentle and reverent, you couldn't hold back the words that had been building inside you. "I love you, Satoru," you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "I love you."

His bright blue eyes widened in surprise, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a rare moment of vulnerability. This was the first time you had ever expressed your feelings toward him so openly, so unequivocally. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as he absorbed your words, the significance of them settling deep within him.

"You know," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with awe. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands against your skin, the solid presence of him grounding you in that moment. "I've never been able to say it before," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want you to know, you mean everything to me. And I’m grateful to you. For everything.

In Satoru's gaze, there was a depth of emotion that transcended mere words. He looked at you as if you were the sun and the moon, the stars in his night sky, and the very air he breathed. It was a look that spoke of a love that knew no bounds, a love that had weathered countless trials and emerged stronger with each passing day.

In his eyes, you saw unwavering devotion, a commitment to stand by your side through thick and thin, to support you in every endeavor, and to celebrate your victories as if they were his own. It was a look that filled you with a profound sense of gratitude, knowing that you had found someone who loved you unconditionally, flaws and all.

But more than anything, in Gojo Satoru's gaze, you saw acceptance. Acceptance of your past, your present, and your future. He saw you for who you truly were, with all your strengths and weaknesses, and loved you all the more fiercely because of it. It was a look that banished any doubts or insecurities, leaving only a sense of peace and contentment in its wake.

As you returned his gaze, you felt a bond between you that was unbreakable, a connection that transcended the physical realm and touched the very essence of your souls. In that moment, you knew with absolute certainty that you were loved, cherished, and valued beyond measure. And as you basked in the warmth of Satoru's adoring gaze, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the gift of his love, a gift that you would treasure for all eternity.

You were so lucky in this world.

Suffering may come and go to you.

But you will be loved by him now.

He will always be there to love you.

And you could not ask for anything more.

His smile was radiant, a beacon of light that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of your past. "I love you too, darling." he said, his voice steady and sure. "More than words can ever express."

In that moment, the bond between you felt stronger than ever, a palpable connection that went beyond mere words. You had found your way out of the darkness, breaking free from the cycle of pain and loss. With Satoru by your side, you knew that you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. "We'll create our own future," he whispered into your hair, his breath warm against your ear. "Together, we'll build a life filled with love and happiness. For us, for the kids. Together.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with hope and determination. "Together." you agreed, feeling the truth of that promise settle deep within you. "We'll break the cycle and create something beautiful."

As you stood there in his embrace, the blue butterfly clips shimmering in your hair, you knew that you had finally found a place where you truly belonged. In Satoru's arms, you were home, and together, you would face whatever the future held with unwavering strength and love.

Nothing else mattered to you now.

As long as you have Satoru with you, it’s all good.

As long as you could see the light in his eyes,

As long as you could see that blue spark in them,

Heaven was sure to come through in your life.

epilogue

The moment had finally arrived — the long-awaited introduction between Gojonyan and your son. Your husband Satoru was a bundle of nerves, pacing back and forth as he anxiously awaited Gojonyan's reaction. It was as if he was more nervous about this moment than he was when you gave birth to Satoshi. After all, the cat hadn't exactly warmed up to him in the past, and now they were about to meet the spitting image of Satoru himself.

You watched with amusement as Satoru fussed over his appearance, smoothing down his hair and straightening his clothes as if trying to make a good impression on a disapproving in-law. "Do you think he'll like me this time?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Relax, Satoru. Everything will be fine."

“Look, our son looks exactly like me and I’m scared, okay?”

“Gojo Satoshi is also my son, but alright.”

You couldn't help but laugh at Satoru's admission, his nerves palpable despite his attempt at nonchalance. "I'm sure Gojonyan will see past the resemblance and appreciate you for who you are," you reassured him, trying to ease his anxiety.

Satoru shot you a grateful smile, though the worry still lingered in his eyes. He pouts. "I hope so. I don't think I can handle being rejected by a cat twice."

“My love, it was more than twice.”

“I know, I know – just trying to lower the blow, okay?”

As you both prepared to introduce your son to Gojonyan, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This moment held so much significance — not just because it marked the beginning of a new chapter in your family's life, but because it symbolized the unbreakable bond that had formed between you, Satoru, and Gojonyan.

With your son cradled in your arms, you approached Gojonyan, who regarded you with his usual air of aloofness. Satoru stood by your side, his nerves evident as he watched the interaction unfold. As if on cue, Gojonyan sauntered into the room, his tail swishing lazily behind him. He regarded Satoru with a curious gaze, then turned his attention to your son, who was cradled in your arms.

Satoru held his breath, waiting for the inevitable hiss or swat of disapproval. But much to your surprise — and relief — Gojonyan's reaction was far from what you expected. Instead of recoiling at the sight of your son, the cat approached him with cautious curiosity, sniffing him delicately before nuzzling against his cheek.

Satoru's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. "I think... I think he actually likes him," he whispered, his voice tinged with wonder. “Oh my god, he does!”

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a surge of warmth and happiness wash over you. "Looks like you were worried for nothing, Satoru."

You laugh at the sight, marveling at the unexpected turn of events. "Looks like Gojonyan has a new favorite, though.”

Satoru let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he watched the unlikely bond form between his former nemesis and his beloved son. "I guess you were right," he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice. "Who would've thought that our son would be the one to finally win Gojonyan over?"

“Well, he is quite too cute to ignore.” You grinned at your husband.

As if to confirm Satoru's observation, Gojonyan let out a contented purr, curling up beside your son as if he had known him forever. Satoru's nervousness melted away, replaced by a sense of wonder and joy as he watched the unlikely bond form between his feline nemesis and his beloved son.

Your husband then pauses. "But wait…. Why does he hate me? Satoshi looks exactly like me….”

You grinned at him teasingly. “Maybe it's because he sees you as competition for my love, hm?" you teased, enjoying the playful banter with your husband. "After all, he's used to being the center of attention, and you were always the ‘Gojo' in town stealing his spotlight. Satoshi isn’t doing that, though!”

Satoru's eyes widened in mock realization, a mischievous gleam dancing in them. "Ah, I see. It's a classic case of jealousy, huh?" he remarked, playing along with your playful theory. "Well, I suppose I can't blame him. After all, who wouldn't be envious of someone as charming and handsome as me?"

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh at his exaggerated self-assessment. "Oh, of course, how could I forget?" you replied with a smirk, poking fun at his inflated ego. "But, my love, I think Gojonyan just has his own unique way of showing affection. Maybe he's just a tough critic, and you'll have to work extra hard to win him over."

Satoru grinned at your suggestion, the challenge evident in his eyes. "Challenge accepted," he declared, his determination shining through. "I'll make sure Gojonyan becomes my number one fan."

“Well, ten years is a lot. But what’s another ten more, hm?”

“Yeah, why not!? Ten more years!”

You couldn't help but chuckle at your husband's enthusiasm, admiring his unwavering determination to win over Gojonyan, even if it took years. "Well, they do say patience is a virtue," you replied with a teasing grin, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. "And who knows, maybe in ten years, you'll have Gojonyan eating out of the palm of your hand."

Satoru's grin widened at your response, his confidence unshaken. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Besides, what's life without a little challenge, right? And if anyone can charm Gojonyan, it's me."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of affection for your husband as you admired his unwavering optimism and resilience. "That's the spirit," you replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand affectionately. "With your charm and charisma, there's nothing you can't accomplish."

He grins at you. “Well, I am the strongest, after all!”

“You’re so silly.” You shake your head at him, smiling lovingly at him.

“But you love me, hm?”

“Unfortunately, I do.” You hummed teasingly.

He pouts as he slumps against you. “Huh!? What do you mean unfortunately? Does the vows mean nothing now? Darling….”

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful pout, finding his antics endearing as always. "Oh, you know what I mean," you teased, playfully poking his side. "You're just too irresistible for your own good."

Satoru's pout turned into a mock expression of hurt, complete with exaggerated hand gestures. "Ah, the burden of being so incredibly charming!" he lamented dramatically, earning another round of laughter from you.

"But in all seriousness," you said, your tone softening as you gazed into his bright eyes, "I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my partner in crime, my confidant, my best friend. And even on your silliest days, I wouldn't trade you for the world."

His expression softened at your heartfelt words, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Likewise, darling." he replied, reaching out to cup your cheek affectionately. "You're my rock, my anchor. I don't know where I'd be without you."

In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm. And with a playful grin, you leaned in to press a loving kiss to his lips, knowing that your bond was unshakably true as much as your love eternal.

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blue-thief · 8 months ago

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do you perhaps have some headcanons about mr. isagi? <3

OFC!! <3333

on top of having 2.0 vision (and well, metavision) his VVIQ score is a perfect 5

this helps him a lot with art and he's actually pretty good at it even though he's not as passionate about it as he is with football/soccer

he started drawing through doodling his favourite manga characters and he's able to recreate art styles almost perfectly

he's actually pretty careless when it comes to his schoolwork (esp for STEM) so sometimes he'll hand in incomplete work bc it looks like he's already filled in certain questions

like no. you doodled an eye instead of solving for "x"

he canonically hates science, but if he had to choose one branch as his favourite, it would be chemistry (not boring & derivative memorization like bio but not absolutely insane like physics)

something might contradict this in canon but i hc his handwriting is pretty shitty lmao

since so many sports anime characters look like him (nanase haruka, kageyama tobio, etc) i like to pretend they're all cousins and they meet up at family reunions to compete to see who's better at their respective sport

so yeah despite having no siblings he has a shit ton of cousins who he's really close to

he was conceived by accident 💀 his parents love and coddle him despite this

despite showing the exact opposite of the typical symptoms (great spacial awareness, scarily good empathy, etc) i still say he's got autism lmao. he just has a really unique type yk

his hobby is canonically walking, but i wanna expand on this a little bit

he somehow doesn't listen to music on his walks

(in fact, he doesn't listen to much music at all. that's why his fav song is from a commercial 💀)

furthermore, he rarely ever brings his phone out on walks at all. he likes being at one with his surroundings and he doesn't want his phone to distract him

which is understandable. unless we're talking about how he'll sometimes walk 2+ hours to go to a friends house AND HE DOESN'T HAVE IT?? NO GPS??? NO MAP NOTHING

he's just spent so much time walking around saitama he has a map of most of it installed in his mind

he really doesn't use his phone much at all. he has a few accounts in case he wants to check something out, but he doesn't post anything + barely follows anyone + even has a blank pfp on everything

he apparently received 0 valentine's chocolates in the previous year, but a few ppl from school had a crush on him

he's not popular or anything but some ppl over the years thought he was a genuinely sweet guy and quietly observed him from a distance

he's completely oblivious to this

his school friends all have way more romantic experience than him and they all tease him for this

he gets really frustrated about this and tries to convince himself he likes certain ppl in hopes of something sticking

when he genuinely likes someone he's oblivious to this too lmaoo

he's the type of guy to take dodgeball in PE wayyy too seriously

the first time he swore was when he was eight and got mad at his teammates for slacking off

he got in trouble for this and never swore in front of an adult ever again

(the lack of any physical adults in blue lock made him fall back on his foul mouth)

his fav class is PE in canon but i think i remember something about isagi hating baseball? that might have just been someone else's hc but yeah

he enjoys basketball and badminton, but he thinks volleyball is mid

the one time his school tried floor hockey he enjoyed it well enough

american football is just way too confusing for him

he had no backup plans in case football/soccer didn't work out, but he'd be fantastic in psychology and/or politics

#i got more thoughts but i forgor 💀#blue lock #bllk #asks #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #bllk isagi #bllk isagi yoichi #bllk yoichi isagi

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souryogurt64 · 2 months ago

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i just need to say im very excited for when you publish your panic video i cannot tell you how glad i am to have found someone on here who is normal about these bands. like i was super into bandom when i was 14 ten years ago and when i started college i got into other music finally and also became not a teenager anymore but like these were my favorite bands during such a formative period of my life i still like them theyre still important to me but i had to unfollow so many people here who kept being extremely immature and annoying despite being well into their 20s its so refreshing to finally see someone actually engage with them and their music in a smart, observant, trenchant way thank you for all the work youve put into your essays they were so so interesting to read <3

Thank you this is very sweet I am very excited for my panic video too <3333 And yeah I am kind of an inflammatory instigator but I can't handle a lot of bandom anymore because of the immaturity lol

Also this essay is v exciting to me because I think it's CRAZY that Ryan wrote an album quoting a bunch of 19th century queer French poetry that scarily scarily scarily mirrors his relationship with Pete. And simultaneously while that was happening also the ghostwriter of Pete's book was literally commentating on their every move and a bunch of highly suspicious critical Panic lore about the split and Ryan's coke issues originated from him..... while he was staying in Pete's "beach cabana" and they were doing a TV show and writing a book about banging sluts together. And one fob song is prob about him and he had the title of another suspiciously taped up in his office. Like this is the most high bandom drama ever. And NOBODY POSTS ABOUT THIS. Literally NO ONE is aware of any of this. Zero posts. None. And ITS SO EXCITING!!! So I feel like this is groundbreaking research lol

I feel like the essay flopped extremely hard the first time because of the fail intro but I'm happy with how the video is turning out and am excited for youtube lol

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rabbitsrams · 1 year ago

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i am thinking... schlatt x neurodivergent reader w/ vocal stims and arm/hand stims.... (one of my vocal stims lately has been just been making goblin noises??) -Kasey!!!!

hello kasey as a resident neurodivergent with both vocal and arm/hand stims you brought this to the right place!!!! tysm for sending this ilysm

this is just gonna be 100% self-indulgent and projecting don't mind it at all

♡ having certain lines from his videos as vocal stims

♡ "HOW TO HOLD THE WII REMOTE???"

♡ "arizona, mucho mango."

♡ "it's very green!" :]

♡ "it's spinach!"

♡ especially if it's from an older video and you say it out of nowhere he gets lowkey jumpscared

♡ "damn, that's from years ago toots."

♡ "i know, but i watched it again today!"

♡ and it makes him rly happy bc :( u watch his vids :(

♡ and sometimes your stims are just the most random shit ever

♡ he hears you making goblin noises from his office and he's like

♡ "there they go again."

♡ he just loves it he thinks it's cute and also very funny

♡ especially if a stim is completely random like some obscure line from a piece of media or a random sound

♡ having certain lyrics from his favorite songs as stims if he plays it a lot

♡ sometimes if you're holding his hand you find yourself drumming with your fingertips and he doesn't mind it at all

♡ also squeezing his hand/arm if you're holding it just out of nowhere

♡ honestly? it comforts him a bit. cuz it shows how comfortable you are with him

♡ tapping your foot and also doing The Leg Bounce tm is very common for you

♡ certain stims becoming faster/more common if you're anxious and he tries his best to help you calm down as best as he can

♡ it will get to a point where he's very used to it when you do stim because it's so common with you

♡ bonus for me bc picking at my cuticles is a stim for me

♡ him getting u bandaids when ur finger starts to bleed :(

♡ "lemme kiss it to make it better, dolly."

♡ but yeah schlatt loves ur stims bc it's a part of you!! he loves you!! so much!! <3333

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #schlatt fic #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfic #schlatt fluff #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt hcs

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codedcore · 9 months ago

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Security Breach: Valentine's Day Headcanons! 💌

The Glamrocks & The DCA x Reader l SFW

I've never made a headcanons list before so bear with me, also yes I know I'm two days late

Glamrock Freddy ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Omg he

is baby

Has been looking forward to celebrate this holiday one day and is so happy he met you!!!

When he first heard of the holiday he was so excited for it and gossiped about it constantly with Chica

Asking for advice from several friends and even staff members, he was repeatedly told to just 'treat your partner,' so that's what he did!

Lots of hugs all DAY he is the best hugger in the Pizzaplex, and he's so warm. He will also be carrying you around everywhere bridal style if that doesn't bother you, he just loves physical touch

he's holding your hand the wholeeee time <3333

Freddy would offer to take you to dinner with him, but since he can't leave the Pizzaplex you would be going to one of the restaurants in the mall. He's an old fashion lover boy he loves the classic date style

He has the staff bots catering for both of you and they're all dressed up with cute bows

or if you don't want to eat out in one of the restaurants he would happily eat dinner with you in his room

Ofc he's traditional and brings the bouquet and a note card full of adorations for you <3333 ending it off with 'love you forever and ever'

and if you gift him flowers he will instantly make room for it on his dresser and try to preserve it for as long as possible, always looking at it during his days

and if you give him a note he'll be a gushy mess and give you so many hugs and kisses, and will keep the note forever (and keep the more to come) in a hidden box in the storage room. Can't have staff coming to throw something as important away!

now if you two aren't together already he's going to be a mess

gets you a plushie thatsohappenstobehimself because he thinks you would like it <3 it's special addition too for valentine's day with pink accents and when you squeeze it it says 'I love you bear-y much!'

will be serenading you all night with songs

Glamrock Chica ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

literally one of her favorite holidays

not only is it pink but it's also about YOU, her favorite person

since the pizzaplex is covered with her favorite color she's already ecstatic, and would love to just wonder around with you to see all the decorations

She would offer to go to dinner with you but the twist is she's cooking

girl knows how to make anything you ask

AND you can help and it'll be fun and cute and she'll get so GUSHY the whole time

but you'll also probably end up making pizza

the pepperoni is heart shaped <33 and so is the pizza, and all the cooking supplies with be valentine's day themed with hearts and pink handles, and she'll have a pink apron that says 'please kiss the chef' or something like that, with a small quote on the pocket that says 'be mine' with a heart and an arrow through it

once you finish your dinner she'll have a selection of treats too, specifically chocolate themed

shopping, you both WILL be going shopping

she would want to do matching couple outfits, or just several outfits and take millions of pictures with you all over the pizzaplex

one of them with be you both sharing a pocky stick and then another with you both kissing and AHHH

chica would want something to match with you to wear all the time, maybe a bracelet or a necklace, maybe an earring, something to think of you while you're away

the date will probably end with you both baking whatever pastry you like, but there's a good chance it'll be chocolate cupcakes!

of course she'll have a handful of valentine cupcake decor for it, with hearts as the sprinkles and cute wrapping

you both can hand them out to the other animatronics as gifts and then go back to her room and cuddle :3

will be singing your hearts out too, most likely to ABBA while dancing around her room

it's got sleep over vibes and she'll give you some pink pajamas

Now if you give her a gift she'll read the card out loud all happy and smiley and pin it next to her mirror to see it every morning <3

she'll give you a plush at the very end of the night of herself, and since she's already pink the plush will have reds as accents instead of the greens, her earrings are heartssss. And when you squeeze the plush it says 'You stole a pizza my heart!'

This is becoming a trend as you can tell

Roxanne Wolf ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

isn't too excited on valentine's day, or at least acts like she isn't

she says it's too 'mushy' and the whole romantic aspect of it is just super overkill

but

when she says she's 'no romantic' but will be racing around the tracks leaving marks in shapes of hearts

she's spoiling you, will get you anything you want

already has flowers and a love letter, and as cool as she acts the love letter is actually really sappy and cute

also gives you a plush of herself

its got her green hair tip pink instead with pink claws, and when you squeeze it it says 'you make my heart race!'

won't even ask if she can take you on a date she already knows it's a yes, who could say no to her?

will however ask you what you want to be doing, not really sure herself. She may be confident but she has no idea what she's doing

now IF you two weren't together already and she was wanting to ask you out for Valentine's Day, it would be a struggle with her ego getting in the way, but HER having to ask? Come on she's Roxanne Wolf

But also at the same time everyone should be swooning over her, so there's no way you would say no

Right?

but then she realizes she's still cool, who gives a fuck, and will ask you out on a date

you both will be doing some gaming to bond over, ofc you will be doing Roxy's Raceway first, and she even lets you winnnnn

She even gives you your own personal medal

but after that you both will be at the arcades playing co-op games togetherrrrr

with all the tokens you've both won you both definitely are going to the Prize Counter

if you get anything Roxy related her tail is wagging but DON'T point it out

would rent one of those karaoke rooms to sing with you, trying to not show off in the process

it'll be ten times funnier though if you can't sing, you both won't be able to stop giggling

to end the day you both will go to her room and do each other's makeup while in each other's laps

You know that one meme of the two girls doing each other's makeup? It's that

Roxy will go over all the Valentine's Day cards she got from all her fans, and you can tell it's giving her such an ego boost by how happy she looks and the way she wags her tail

and you both get a good laugh at how wild some of them are too

Montgomery Gator ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Monty's similiar to Roxy in thinking Valentine's Day is a mushy holiday, why go all out with heart eyes at you, he already does that everyday

but, he kind of wants to do something for you when he sees how excited you are about it the week before

He's the type of guy that writes down every anniversary and has a plan and knows what to say and knows what he wants to do to surprise you but then the week it's there he forgets

And then feels really bad about it because he's a last minute planner

HOWEVER if it's your first Valentine's Day he's stressing for weeks

Never would he have thought he would care about this holiday, and by this much, but he does

He has to ask Freddy where he got his flowers because he's been trying to figure this shit out for ages

he doesn't know what he's doing but he's gonna act like he knows what he's doing

won't ask you directly at first if you want to have a date but instead throw a show for you instead, at his own stage at the golf course

and then after that offer to golf with you

while not directly asking you to be his valentine

But he let's you win a few games too

then coughs grabs the flowers he got for you, along with a plush of himself. And also your own golf club with your favorite colors and his signature on it with a heart, he says its not a heart though it's just a random scribble he did on accident

DON'T LAUGH AT IT he's already not great at this sentimental stuff but he's trying!

the plush also is special addition with a pink mohawk and pink shoulder pads and when you squeeze it it says 'you rock my world!'

will be hanging out with you for the rest of the day, mostly asking you what you want to do, secretly wanting to have a dinner but not saying it

maybe next year

seeing you this happy makes him want to go all out next year, so long as he remebers

ends the night with you two in his room and, now that he's more comfortable and confident with how the day went is singing sweet nothings to you while you both cuddle

And if you give him a card oh man. He's oddly silent at first which worries you, but he quickly tries to hide the grin he has and hides his head, looking away as he wraps an arm around you

He keeps it hidden in the storage room behind his green room along with the items he's collected from you, safe and secure to make sure it never gets damaged

oh yeah he's definitely going all out next year

Glamrock Bonnie ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

he's a flirt

would def want to just do regular activities with you, but WILL be taking one of the karaoke rooms for you both to sing your hearts out

isn't copying Roxy they both had the same idea and will see each other and Roxy WILL be talking to him later about how he's a copy cat

and of course bowling, you two HAVE to do that

mf will try and get you flustered while acting oblivious, he'll try and show you how to bowl and caress his hands over yours

man's wanting to shop too, trying on outfits with you is such a fun experience

just everything he wants to do everything with you, it doesn't matter

does have a small dinner planned and will eat in Bonnie Bowl with you

you both will be getting ice cream served as well

also that personal stage of his, he's singing sweet songs to you

he's sitting with his legs over the stage and a guitar in his lap and he's just a smooth talker he KNOWS what to say to make you flustered and red

his flowers aren't as over the top as others, with just a smaller and simpler bouquet, but he gets the flowers you like

along with chocolate that aren't valentine's day themed but easter themed

no reason why, he just likes the shape of them

Now if you give him a card he's secretly trying to not stomp his feet in excitement, reading it loudly for others to hear and embarrass you, even if he's turning pink from it

the plush he gives you has him in a pink outfit, and when you squeeze it says 'you make my heart leap!'

The Daycare Attendant Sun ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

sun makes you

so many crafts you don't understand

wasn't able to get flowers but DOES make some craft flowers for you in one giant bouquet, full of your favorite flowers

and if you give them flowers Sun will keep it in their room, before finally deciding to scrap book them by pressing them forever

and the card they give you is so intricate hand-made card for you too, with glitter and hearts and even paper cut outs that pop out when you open it!

of course sun would have a million scrap books, several all about their favorite and only valentine <3

you both will most likely spend your day in the daycare since they aren't exactly allowed to leave

you both will be making valentine's day themed crafts but also take TONS of pictures for their scrap book (and you can even make your own scrapbook too to take home)

will venture out to the theatre however to put on a few funny shows and even listen to the staff bot, just for sun to complain about how this isn't COMEDY

sun will eventually just take over and make their own show just for YOU and it'll be the funniest shit

will give you the biggest plush they could find of themselves, to then realize there's no valentine's day special edition with the big sizes, so they grab you a second smaller one instead to go along with the big one

instead of the yellow it's pink, and when you squeeze it it says 'You brighten my day, Sunshine!'

both sun's and moon's plushies cupid themed with a bow and heart arrow since they both can "fly"

The Daycare Attendant Moon ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

breakfast in bed :3

isn't as into valentine's day as Sun but that's maybe because they never really receive a lot of cards that day

but when they do Moon just shines so bright and will read the cards they get to you

now since things have to be dark to spend valentine's day with them you both make it work!

movie night and cuddles, the wholeeeee day

you both have the entire theater to yourselves

although the DCA doesn't do theatre anymore they have saved videos of pervious shows that they show you

and if YOU give them a card it will go straight to their heart and will have it pinned up in a private area just for them to look at

will crawl away and come back with some handmade gifts, with flowers of course of course

and a plushie that has a red outfit instead of the blue, and when you squeeze it it says 'i love you to the moon and back' sobbing

and, if you can convince them, you both can go through the VIP exit and stargaze together

and once you've gone back to work you will find several love cards hidden all around your work area that they hid the night before

it takes you FOREVER to find them all, ranging from your desk to your locker

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ghost-bxrd · 3 months ago

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Dear GhostBird,

I’m genuinely considering writing a love letter to Owlsong because I simply cannot get over how much heart and care you’ve poured into it—especially into Jason. The way you’ve portrayed Bruce, Dick’s trauma, and most of all, Jason, is nothing short of breathtaking <33 I’m only a few chapters in, but I had to pause and write this because it moved me so deeply (I’m not yet ready to face his death LMAO)

There’s something incredibly compelling about stories where Jason’s virtues, particularly in his pre-Red Hood days, shine so brightly. He’s cautious and wary, yet hope and trust come so naturally to him. You’ve captured that beautifully, portraying him with such compassion and love. He’s witty, charming, and as someone who’s been a long-time fan of the comics—especially Barr’s run of Robin Jason—I’m beyond charmed with how you’ve written him.

Jason, despite everything that’s happened, remains kind. He loves Dick, teaches him, learns to communicate to him, and actively works on being able to make Dick live and survive with him. He’s still a bit reckless (as all Robins are!), but it’s done in such a believable, nuanced way. I absolutely love love love it <333

Personally, I feel that it is so unfair when his younger days are only viewed through the lens of the Red Hood narrative :/ You’ve struck a perfect balance between his struggles and his inherent goodness. He has attachment issues, sure, but despite everything he’s been through, his innocence survives. (Of course, that easy trust and attachment issues are what cost him everything with Sheila ;-;)

And just INCOHERENT SCREAMING ABT Dick and Jason’s brotherly relationship? It’s so precious to me, both in canon and in your rendition of it here. Your writing is gorgeous, and I’m in awe of how well you’ve explored grief—how Dick and Jason grapple with it both alone and together.

This story is truly wonderful, and I’m so grateful for it. Thank you for writing it, muah <3333 🌸🌸🌷🌸🌸

This might be the sweetest thing ever omg 🥹💚💚💚💚💚💚

I’m so happy Owl Song is giving you so many feelings! It’s honestly one of my fave Aus and every time I hear people enjoy it so much and give me such a detailed analysis of their interactions I’m just over here, tearing up with joy, unable to articulate how much it means to me 😭💚💚💚💚

It’s genuinely mind blowing how far this AU has come. I didn’t think it would get more than a couple readers at best with how niche it is. But evidently, im not the only one who digs those crazy levels of devotion and loyalty ksksksks ✨ It’s a shame we don’t see more of them working together (and actually being a family instead of uneasy allies) in canon. 🥲

I’d love to give you all the home baked cookies and cakes I can in return for this wonderful ask, but since this is the internet let me just say I love this letter like this cat loves their dog buddy 💚💚💚✨

#owl song is my baby #in fic terms #and also what got me back into the fandom #besides antithesis of Magic my fave thing to write for #it’s funny how it all started with one song #and then grew into this behemoth #thank you so much 💚💚💚#this ask unironically made my day fifty times better 💚💚💚💚💚🥺💚💚💚💚#I have saved this in my files re-read frequently now #seriously thank you 💚💚💚💚💚#ghost talks #owl song

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Allure : Part One

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Flirting, Mentions of Alcohol, A lot of yearning and pining, some sexy insinuations, wholesome family time (crazy to put that right after a sex warning but-) and your favorite: pirate references.

Word Count: 3.3k (it's 3333 to be exact and I couldn't stop giggling over it)

Summary: It's a family lake day! Spending a day at the lake with everyone means getting to laugh and have fun together, but for Charlotte it means watching Jake longingly from a distance until she can get him alone.

Author's Note: I know I said there was no For Death Or Glory this week, so I felt like I owed it to you by letting these two be posted first! Happy Holiday Week!

1901 - Phoenix (No lyrics this time- the song is just a good summery vibe!)

Charlotte POV:

The chaos that ensues when we spend time with his family will never cease to amaze me.

Danny told us about the lake day plans, and I had to remind Jacob that he was allowed to take days away from the bar. Finally, having a few successful bartenders actually stick around, he’s been able to sneak away every so often. Even though that usually involves checking his phone four hundred times throughout the day, progress is progress.

The boys are all cracking open beers together while I’m sitting on a blanket with Quinn, Willa, and Mel, listening to Josh splash around with Iris. At least they’ll both be tuckered out later, giggling to myself at the thought.

It’s a blessing and curse being with Jacob. That sounds terrible but walk with me. He is the most kind and gentle man I have ever met, but to a fault. He loves nothing more than to be around his brothers and help them out with whatever he can. The problem is that he forgets about himself, or in this case, me as well.

Naturally, when we heard about the lake day, he volunteered to make food for everyone. As he would. So now that we’re here, I’m watching him from afar deal with that, while Sam continuously fumbles around with everything. Sometimes, I don’t believe Sam is actually that clumsy and just does it to get under Jake’s skin. Honestly, it is fun for me to watch some days. He’s so patient with everything, but I can see his jaw clench from a mile away when Sam about knocks over all the food into the sand.

My eyes stay on him as I wander over, his shirt open, which really isn’t different from most days, but with the little shorts he’s decided to wear today, I swear I could eat him whole.

Once he looks over to me, his face softens, holding his arm out for me to come in close. I slide my hands around his waist as he presses a kiss to the side of my head.

“Hey you,” I whisper, “you okay?” Letting my eyes scan his face, knowing that he was trying not to be irritated.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

Reaching my hand up and holding his chin in my hand, quietly telling him, “It’s okay to tell him to leave you alone. He’s just trying to be helpful, but I bet he would gladly go off with Danny if you told him to.”

His sweet little laugh escaped, “You’re right, I’ll tell him to kick rocks.”

“Jacob, that’s not what I said,” I can’t hold back my laugh. His shit-eating grin grows; leaning in, he plants a kiss on my lips.

“Gross, get a room,” Sam teases.

Jacob quickly rebuttals, “All of you wanted this, don’t forget that,” kissing me again, and then whispers, “Go enjoy your book. I’ll bring you some food when it’s ready.”

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Between reading and chatting with everyone, I spent a while just watching my gorgeously tanned boyfriend living his best little life. He finally took his shirt off, so he’s just been walking around in the shortest swim trunks I think he could find. I’ll never complain about it, though.

We’ve been together for a little while now, and I’m still fully obsessed with him, but seeing him since the warm weather hit has really been a treat for me. His shirts are always a little more open, he wears his hair up in little messy buns, and these shorts have been killing me. Never thought there would be a day that I’d be excited over seeing a man’s legs, but I guess there’s a first for everything.

“Iris has requested that you come play,” Josh’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Glancing over at the two of them, dripping wet but hand in hand and cuter than a button. I can’t say no to her.

“Oh, of course,” I tell him. Quickly standing up and sliding off my shorts, I tuck all my things into my bag. Without turning around, I know that someone is staring, and maybe, I did that on purpose by wearing my bathing suit that shows a tasteful amount of ass. Peeking over my shoulder to see him with his eyebrows raised, looking back at me, as I walk over to where Iris and Josh have been.

“I’m surprised you didn’t rope Quinn into playing,” I quietly say to Josh as I’m being handed a bucket to hold.

He looks over at them for a moment, “They deserve a little break. Between working with kids and then coming home to me, I’m sure relaxing in the sun is exactly what they need. Like a little plant.”

I’ve spent a lot of time with Josh at this point, considering everything, so we’ve gotten comfortable with each other. And I’ve learned how to understand how he speaks. She takes the bucket, flipping it over and creating the saddest tower I’ve ever seen, but when her face lights up, we follow suit.

“Hopefully, you didn’t plan to spend time with him today,” he says with a laugh, glancing over at Jacob.

A sigh comes from me before I can even pretend to stop it, making us both laugh. Iris looks up and sees us, so she giggles along with us. Sitting on Josh’s lap while she digs up more sand, piling it up on our legs.

“At least he means well,” I let slip out while gazing over at him. His shorts hung low on his hips, leaving the little trail of hair visible and hip bones on full display. Does he even realize how hot he is? I really didn’t know what I was in for, meeting him in late October.

Josh gently touches my arm before telling me, “he would drop everything for you, dear. Just say the word.” It makes my heart swell because I know he would.

“He looks too happy right now. I can’t stop him,” the smile grew on my face. “Plus, it’s nice to see everyone in one place finally.”

“Not at the bar,” he mutters, chuckling to himself. “I’ll say it so you don’t have to.”

I hold a finger up to my lips, silently shushing him with a wink.

“Trust me, we’re all glad you’re forcing him out of his little dungeon.” He admits. Josh and I have spent plenty of time discussing him over the past few months, it will always make me laugh when he reminds me how antisocial Jacob was before I came in.

He’s still quite the homebody, but I’ve managed to convince him to occasionally take a full day out of the bar to do things. It’s good for both of us, honestly.

“I’ve been sent to tell you that food is ready,” Sam says as he walks towards us. Squatting down and waving Iris over to him. She runs full speed ahead at him as he scoops her up, hoisting her up to sit on his shoulders for the walk back. Watching her hold onto the bun on top of his head making both Josh and I laugh. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I let everyone grab their food before me, mostly so I could steal his attention for a second. He watches as I walk up to him, his stare will always give me butterflies.

“Well, hi there,” he mumbles. My hand found its place on his stomach, glancing at his lips for a second before leaning in.

“Hi,” I squeak out, feeling his hand slide over my ass, “Watch your hands there, Captain.” Squinting at him as he giggles.

“You never told me about this one,” he says quietly, knowing we’re within earshot of everyone. “Didn’t know I was gonna get a show today.”

“To be fair,” I giggle, “I was hoping to surprise you a little.”

“Honey, I about had a heart attack,” he fiddles with the strings holding my top together. “I’ll always think you’re gorgeous. I mean, come on.” His head dropped back dramatically.

“Alright, you two,” Danny hollers, “you guys have all the time in the world to flirt with each other. Come sit!” My head falls forward into him as we both laugh. Neither of us had gotten used to the fact everyone can see us; it’s like we’re in our own world when we talk to each other. Or in the middle of the sea, as he would want to say. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It was a fleeting moment I got to spend with him, as the moment we sat down with everyone, I lost him again. Immediately, he’s chatting and giggling with his brothers. He constantly grabs things for everybody, making sure everyone is happy. For such a calm human, he sure has his moments of chaos, reminding me that he is definitely Josh’s twin.

The boys and Iris take off, back to making sandcastles and splashing in the lake. Well, three of them, while my sweet boy decided to pick up a little before hanging out. It’s like he doesn’t know how to not be at work. Can’t clean at the bar? He’ll just clean wherever he is, apparently.

“They’re all so cute together,” Willa pipes up as the rest of us look over. The boys run away from Iris as she splashes them, pulling out all the stops to make her laugh.

“Some would say too cute,” Quinn says, their face flushed a little, as Josh falls over while Iris “attacks” him.

Willa looks over, laughing at Quinn, “Oh my god, Q. Keep it together.”

“What?! It’s not my fault I’m not afraid to admit my partner is hot.”

“Excuse me! That was about the only thing I was willing to admit about Sam for a while,” Willa says before mumbling, “It’s just the rest of the emotions I wasn’t too excited to accept.”

I listen to the two of them go back and forth for a few minutes like an old married couple, which is pretty typical when you get the two of them together. I look over at Mel, who is just fully zoned out, watching the boys with her child.

“Good daydream over there?” I tease. She looks over with a little grin on her face.

“You have no idea,” she wiggles her eyebrows, laughing as it comes out.

Looking back over to Jacob for a second, the perfect second really. He stretches his arms up, making that trail of hair on his belly even more visible, and the little ab muscles that he hides so well pop out.

“I don’t know I might.”

All four of us laughing together. It really was nice when we all got to spend time together without the boys. It usually turned into us all catching each other up on things. Even if we talk to each other almost daily and see each other more often than not. The perks of dating someone who’s close with their family; you immediately are gifted new friends when they have partners. And I am very lucky in that department.

“How’s your day going while we’re asking-“ Quinn asks, glancing over. I let my head drop back before looking back at them.

“Other than barely seeing him- I can’t complain.” Everybody laughing with me because they’re all aware of how he functions.

“Just go get him!”

“Go seduce him, girl!”

“He’s just a boy, and you’re practically naked. He’ll pay attention to you.”

I stand up, fixing my top and pulling up my bottoms a smidge more. I do a little twirl as the rest of them gas me up. I wander over towards him. I’ll just really lay it on thick, and it’ll distract him. It works every time.

Sneaking up behind him, I wrap my arms around him, leaning my face against him. Enjoying the moment, just getting to touch him, makes me realize that I miss him sometimes, even if he’s just busy.

His hands grabbed my arms, pulling them off him so he could turn around but letting me snake them back around his waist.

“Enjoying the sun?” He asks, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Mhm,” my hands moved to hold his sides, “I wish you would come to enjoy it with me.” Leaning into him a little more, pouting my lip at him. May as well just be a bit dramatic.

“Oohhhh,” he coos, as his index finger so gently pulls my face closer so he can press a small kiss onto my pouty lip. “Are we so sad?” His smile slowly crept onto his face.

With an obviously sad ‘mhm’ and a small nod, I fight the smile that is threatening to come out as I mumble, “I’ve just missed you, baby.”

“Oh, don’t do that to me,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, honey. Give me like two more minutes, and then I’m all yours.”

Turning my face to press a kiss against his cheek, thinking I finally won his attention, we both look down as water drips down our legs.

Sweet baby Iris stood there, lightly tapping his leg for his attention. He lets go of me, squatting down to her level. She walks in close to him, a big cheesy grin on her face. She loves her uncle so much.

‘Come play?’ She asks him.

He looks up at me, and I just nod, knowing he can’t say no to her.

He picks her up, and off they go. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I sat back on the blanket for a bit, just watching them play together. It really is precious how much she loves all the boys. I probably will never get used to seeing him interact with her, though. I’ll be calling him Daddy later, that’s for sure.

He’s stuck in the same position I was; holding a bucket as she fills it with sand. The way he just beams at her the whole time would make anybody melt. Even when she’s splashing him with water, he’s just so happy to play with her.

I’ve never seen him move faster than when she took off running along the water. Catching up to her but letting her think she was faster. He just jogs behind her as she looks back at him, giggling and toddling along. She’s weaving in and out of the water, trying to splash him, and of course, he’s being dramatic about it to make her laugh even more.

“Well, look at those two having fun,” Quinn says, sitting back on the blanket with me.

I glance over at them. “I know. It’s so-“

We both whip our heads over when we hear the first cry. He’s already squatting down to help her stand up; she must have toppled over into the water. Her little arms reach out as she stands up, walking into him. He wraps her in a hug, standing up with her in his arms still. Walking towards Daniel, I can see him pressing kisses into the top of her head and rubbing her back the whole time.

I can see her sweet, sad face resting against him as they get closer. Danny walked over to steal her away from him.

“Oh, come here, babe,” Danny says as she reaches out to him. “She’s a runner, and she’ll never learn. Thank you, bud.” They chuckle together before Jake walks over to me, holding his hands out.

“Is it finally my turn?” I tease.

“Actually, Jake, could you-“ Quinn starts, making me turn my head faster than the speed of light. They let out a belly laugh, “I’m so kidding. Please spend time with Miss Lottie before she withers away!”

Taking his hands, he pulls me up into him, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I’m all yours now, honey.”

My heart swells as he tells me. Grabbing his hand and pulling him away from everyone, we spent a few minutes just walking along the water.

“I missed you today,” I admit, which feels a bit silly.

He lets go of my hand, pulling me into him, “I know, I’m sorry,” he mumbles in between little kisses on the side of my head.

“I did enjoy watching you all day, though. When were you going to tell me you had these?” I ask, tugging on his shorts gently.

“Oh, you like these?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I nod quickly, turning to face him. I dance my fingertips along his waistband.

“As soon as we get home,” I start, tugging him a little closer, “I’ll show you how much I like them.” His face flushes at my comment.

“We can leave now?” He smirks, running his hand over my ass again, giving it a light squeeze.

“Not yet,” I giggle at his eagerness. “I was looking forward to seeing you wet today.”

With no hesitation, he scoops me up bridal style.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Making your dream come true,” he says, “plus if you keep talking like that, I’m gonna need a minute before we walk back over there.”

“What do you mean?” I whisper in his ear. He picks up his pace into the water as I watch his face. “Baaaaby-“

“Charlotte,” he warns me.

“Jacob,” I rebuttal.

“I can’t wait to see you soaked,” he says, cocking his eyebrow up. My teeth pull my lip in; he’s usually not so forward- wait.

My smile falls quickly. “Jake, you better not—” He starts laughing before I can even finish the thought, readjusting his hands underneath me.

“Jacob, don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” his voice sounds so sweet as he tosses me into the water.

The water felt nice after being in the sun all day, so I couldn’t even be that mad at him. I look at him, still just standing there, watching as I struggle to get all my hair out of my face.

“What?” I ask, moving closer to him.

He shakes his head, and a soft smile laces his lips. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

I wrap my arms around him in a hug, wishing there was a way to be even closer to him but enjoying what I can get in the moment.

“I still can’t believe you’re dry,” I mumble against him, waiting for it to process. His little laugh fills the air, and I start pulling him further into the water.

His hands found their place on my hips, holding on tight as we moved deeper into the water. He caves after a minute, going under the water, not without running his hands down my legs, of course.

His body glistened from the water as he stood in front of me. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I swim close to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling his face in for a kiss.

“My little siren today, huh? Luring me into the water,” his low voice sent little shivers through my body. My legs tightened around him, knowing I gave myself away. Leaving little kisses down his neck, in between droplets of water. Every moment that goes by is more torturous than the last, but I need to make it worse.

I let my legs detach from his hips, knowing I was going to need to make a break for it. Pressing my lips into his one more time before leaning into his ear to whisper, “Just think about it.”

He pulls back to look at me, “Think about what?” His eyebrows pulled in, but the smirk on his face tells me that he knows I’m being a little shit.

I gently run my hand down the length of him through his now-soaked swim trunks, with a shit-eating grin on my face when I tell him, “All the booty you’ll get when we get home, Captain.” Shooting him a wink as I back away from him, watching his eyes go from happy to hungry as he starts chasing after me.

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I may be cooking up a part 2 if you guys are interested in that 👀

edit: Part Two 😘

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