#WE ARE SO BACK BABBBYYY

[lokissweater]

birds of a feather . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

{olympic figure skater!satoru gojo x olympic figure skater f!reader}

summary: you and satoru have known each other since childhood, two little birds navigating through life together as you shared one dream in common— to win gold at the olympics, you both a figure skating pair as you moved and performed and fell in love as the years went by, both balancing off a trembling tight rope and holding on to keep each other in place, a silent agreement that if you indulged and fell into the depths of the truth of what you were, you’d run the risk of losing your careers and each other, yours and satoru’s biggest fears. but you’re growing, and it’s getting harder to hold back… especially for satoru— that trembling tight rope on the verge of snapping in two.

warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, childhood best friends to lovers trope, cursing, DIABOLICAL ANGST BUT WITH HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE!, mentions of death and loss, mentions of injury and blood, FLUUUFFF, satoru loves loves loves you, SMUUUTT, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it y’all), creampie, pussy eating, dom satoru, pussy drunk satoru, DIRTY TALK, pet names, figure skating, the olympics, true love <3

word count: 22.3k (I KNOW PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE—)

authors note: YYYOOOUUU GUUUYYSSS THIS ONE IS MY BABBBYYY AND IM CRYING NOW WRITING THIS LMFAOAOAO. i hope you all love it seriously i GLADLY worked day and night writing this and i’d do it all over again just to see y’all happy :) THANK YOU for your support it is UNREAL, and like always, I LOOVEEE YOUUU MWAAHHH <333

you first met satoru when you were six at the skating rink.

he was only a year older than you, both of your mothers coincidentally signing you up for the same youth ice skating lessons for beginners, meeting and chatting it up seeing as you and satoru were the youngest in age out of the rest of the parents there and their children, you both automatically put together by your coach and separated from the older kids to do warm ups.

and even though the age difference was only a year, satoru at first treated you like a little helpless tiny thing who needed assistance in everything— the cute pink ribbons in your hair doing you an injustice and further implementing the image of a little girl who had no clue of what was going on around her, thinking you were cutesy and he was determined to be your little knight in shining armor when the time came.

until he saw you skate.

what satoru didn’t know, was that you were a prodigy— related to one of the most famous ice skaters in olympic ice skating history, akira, as her talent was blessedly passed down to you through your fruitful system and the lucky processes of genetics— chosen as you barely even had to be taught, you catching everything right away by the coach without any sort of slip and fall… unlike satoru who was clumsily struggling to even glide through the ice without wobbling.

and little satoru was astonished by you and your talent, his first impression of you drastically changing by the end of the first lesson as he shakily slid across the ice over to where you were, patiently doing little turns on the ice while you waited for your mother to finish up talking to another lady (it was satoru’s mother).

“hi!” he had greeted you, a huge goofy smile on his face as you slowed down and looked at him, returning a shy smile of your own.

“hi.”

“i’m satoru!” he extended a hand, eyes shooting wide as he suddenly lost his balance and slipped forward, on the brink of face planting on the ice as his hands quickly flailed out and gripped the edge of the rink to save himself.

you giggled, tiny hands reaching and holding his arm steady as he tried to regain his balance.

“are you okay?” your shy voice asked, and he grinned through his wobbling.

“yeah! i’m okay! don’t worry!”

but he still couldn’t stabilize himself.

“maybe we should sit on the bench?” you suggested sweetly. “so you don’t fall…”

“okay!”

you gripped him as hard as you could (which really wasn’t a lot for a six year old) and slowly moved with him on the ice, supporting him until you were both out of the rink and seated on the bleachers.

“what’s your name?” he chirped, his hands clutching on the edge of the bench as he leaned forward and looked at you kindly, legs swinging.

“y—y/n.”

“nice!” he cheesed, looking at you. “i saw you skate. you’re really good!”

“t—thank you.” you mumbled, shy and alarmed that a boy was talking to you.

“when did you start skating?”

you looked at him confusedly. “um.. today?”

his eyes bulged.

“hah?! today?!”

you jumped at his outburst, cheeks pink as you quickly nodded.

“wowww!…” he gushed with stars in his eyes. “that’s great! i saw you doing turns and things. i can barely move on the ice… it’s slippery.”

“well—” you peeked up at him shyly. “my—my aunt taught me some stuff… but not a lot.”

“you have someone in your family that skates?” he asked excitedly with huge blue eyes. “how cool! hopefully i can catch up to you and at least move…”

“that’s okay...” you smiled. “i know you will.”

“really?!” he gushed again before leaning back, nodding his head cutely. “if you think so, then i know so!”

and you giggled at him, your timid wall slowly crumbling down at his bubbly and kind personality as he was a chatterbox and talked to you about anything that had to do with olympic ice skating— him knowing so much about it and nearly screaming his head off and panicking when he found out that your aunt was none other than akira, now knowing exactly why you were so good at skating in the first place.

satoru looked up to you. so much so that it was comical— seeking your approval over the following years during lessons and not even listening to the damn coach himself as he listened more to you, wanting you to teach him how to do bunny hops or backward crossovers and giving a big fat attitude to anyone else who tried to coach him, whining and snoring away until you and your little bows skated over to him to teach him.

and because of that you spent a lot of time with satoru in and out of lessons, even more than you ever spent with your own friends at school as you clung to him at all times— him cheering and encouraging you on when you were shy in certain situations, and you teaching him everything you could about skating and bringing him little bags of strawberry gummy puffs since he had the biggest sweet tooth you had ever seen, you both cemented and stubbornly attached to the hip with neither wanting to let go.

and when your mother’s planned a little playdate at the local outdoor ice skating rink on a chilly december day— an enormous christmas tree sitting tall and glorious by the rink with twinkling star-shaped fairy lights and jingle bells surrounding the plaza, you and satoru spinning each other around and dancing and giggling over the murmur of classic christmas songs, they saw the potential… an idea sparking in their heads amongst their cooing and picture taking.

you and satoru were both originally put into the ice skating world to train and be independent professional skaters, olympic athletes to be more specific when the time came.

but that concept quickly changed the second you met.

now— you and satoru were an olympic ice skating pair, the subject materializing when your mother’s pulled you out from those simple ice skating lessons (you both already way past getting the basics down since your skill combined with you teaching satoru had you both surpassing the class) and paying for a professional couples figure skating coach to get you guys started now and early.

and the both of you were over the moon, especially satoru, as he absolutely adored you and begged his mother literally every fucking day if he could go over to your house or over to the ice skating rink with you to dance, you doing the same and the two of you crying and wailing on the floor whenever times wouldn’t work out and plans fell through, your mother’s having to give in and drag you to each other’s houses so you would both stop crying.

when akira found out you were officially figure skating, she nearly drove into the side of a building speeding over to your house from being out of the country for so long competing.

“is it true?!” she burst through the doors, your mother rolling her eyes after being startled half to death over her bizarre behavior. “is my little niece gonna be a figure skater like me?!”

you gasped excitedly upon seeing her, getting up from your spot on the rug and running over to akira’s open arms, leaving your coloring book and crayons behind as she swung you around.

“she started when she was six you know that…” your mother grumbled, folding various kitchen towels.

“but you just told me now that she’s not independent!” akira countered, setting you down and holding you out at arms length, eyes wide and eager. “—but partner figure skating! like me!”

she shook you. “where is he?! your partner! is he here? is he your age? is he nice?”

you perked up and looked over to the kitchen. “oh mommy! satoru should come and meet—”

“his name is satoru? oh my goodness how cuteeee!” she cooed, pinching your cheeks. “is he handsome? do you like him? do you have a crush on him—”

your little cheeks blazed as your mother threw a kitchen towel at her.

“she’s eight aki! jesus christ.”

“love has no limits.” akira wiggled a finger, and you giggled.

your mother called satoru’s place soon after, his mother excitedly conversing over the other line about how the akira was finally back in town and how satoru was gonna lose his mind once he saw her— you knowing he was the biggest fan and sometimes told you facts during lessons that you didn’t even know about your own aunt.

and when they finally did arrive, satoru was stiff— frozen in place with tight arms at his sides by the living room as his alarmed big blue eyes looked at akira with a sickly pale face, you snickering behind him.

“hi satoru!” akira greeted, leaning down with her hands on her knees to look at him at eye level. “it’s nice to meet you! y/n tells me you like my skating?”

“u—uhuh.” he responded dumbly, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, knowing satoru would cry and whine about it later if he heard you.

“that’s great! i’m happy you skate too… and with my niece i should say!” she spoke kindly, ruffling his snowy colored hair up and standing upright, placing her hands on her hips and looking like a straight freaking superhero in satoru’s eyes. “you wanna compete in the olympics?”

“uh huh.”

a laughing breath hurled from your throat and your cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, clasped hands still over your mouth and face going red from how hard you were trying to keep it in.

“that’s what i like to hear.” she smiled, a shiny impressive one as satoru still stood there in a stuck daze.

“work hard okay? the both of you. so you can catch up to me someday, yeah?”

your hands slowly fell from your mouth then, eyes filled with admiration and determination as you both eagerly nodded, looking at each other hopefully.

“you think—” satoru stammered, looking at akira. “you think we can… win three gold medals like you?”

“oh absolutely!” she shrugged. “i don’t doubt it at all.”

you and satoru gushed, glittering little eyes as you stared up cutely at akira, her giving you both a silly grin.

“how long have they been doing partner work?” she asked your mother suddenly, watching the way you and satoru chattered then excitedly about the actual possibility of competing for the olympics someday.

“mmm, i wanna say for about a year and a half? maybe two?” she looked over at satoru’s mother, who nodded in agreement. “they’re with a couple’s figure skating coach right now.”

akira hummed and shifted her gaze back down between the two of you.

“i’m training them from now on.”

both mothers froze, eyes wide as they stared at her.

you and satoru hadn’t even realized what she said, still caught up in your little bubble of the olympics and metals and competitions until your mother caught your attention.

“did you hear?”

you shook your head. “hear what!”

“akira wants to coach you and satoru.”

his jaw dropped and he nearly passed out on the floor, you quickly grabbing his shoulders as he reeled over.

“are— are you sure?” your mother continued, looking at her sister now. “aren’t you busy? i thought you were only here for the weekend.”

she waved her off. “i need a break from skating for a little… at least until the next olympics.”

akira turned to you then and smiled warmly. “and i wanna coach my little niece and her new buddy! if that’s okay?”

“yesyesyesyes!—”

both you and satoru bounced up and down and cheered, arms up as you tackled and hung off of akira like a jungle gym, her laughing and smiling big at your enthusiasm.

akira was the most important figure in your life, right next to satoru as she became a mother figure to the both of you as well as your mentor.

and training with her was not easy— your age not an excuse at all whatsoever in her eyes to not learn proper figure skating moves and technique, saying it would only serve you right in the end if you started adapting your bodies to it now rather than later.

and like most things, akira was right. but even though practices were grueling and tough to the point where you had to drag satoru across the ice to get up, she always tried to make them fun in the end— cracking jokes and teaching you guys silly little tricks that you could do with each other on the ice that she figured out over her years of skating with her partner, taking you both out for ice cream frequently after and telling you of her travels competing around the world, the people she’d met, and the titles she’d won— all things that were you and satoru’s ultimate dream as you listened eagerly.

by the time you were twelve and satoru was thirteen, it was obvious you guys were meant to be olympic athletes together.

“you need to pick your leg a little further up on the spin, toru.”

he stuck his tongue out. “says who.”

“says me.” you poked his cheek. “and i’m pretty sure aki told you before she left too.”

“yes ma’am!” he nodded, gliding a bit further away from you on the ice before picking his momentum up and reaching you, him bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your torso as you both went into fast spins, one leg extended for the both of you as your arms gripped over his shoulders— practicing the routine akira had given you for your upcoming competition.

“yeah like that!” you smiled, spins gradually slowing down and satoru coming back up from his bend until you both stood still on the ice. “good job toru!”

he grinned and ruffled your hair. “thanks!”

“mhm!” you responded, turning and skating away to the edge of the rink to hide the blush that was rising in your cheeks.

“what?!” he whined. “where are you going? do i stink?”

“no!” you laughed, shaking your head. “just the usual sweat and B.O.”

“aw no!” he quickly skated to the edge of the rink and out before flying for his duffel bag. “i hate being a man i hate puberty this is ridiculous—”

“i’m kidding im kidding!” you called from across the ice, cackling when he stopped and whipped his head over, glaring at you. “you’re fine toru— not stinky.”

“well you’re stinky for putting me in distress how about that?” he huffed, an eventual smile playing at his lips as he put down his duffel bag and went inside the rink again.

akira was currently on her way to compete at the olympics for her fourth gold medal in partner figure skating, you and satoru having no doubt in your minds that she was going to absolutely clear everyone else there and get it, as she’s never gotten silver or bronze or anything lower than that.

“when do we fly to see aki again?” satoru called from across the ice, gliding to and fro in figure eights. “don’t say tomorrow morning because i haven’t started packing yet heh… oops.”

you giggled. “it is tomorrow morning, dummy.”

“no!” he stopped and shoved his hands in his hair. “i haven’t even started planning my outfits! oh i was gonna take so many pictures what am i supposed to do now—”

you laughed loudly and skated back over to him, hands wrung behind your back as you looked at him cheekily. “you’re silly toru. outfits for what? literally just show up.”

“it’s not everyday we leave the country y/n!” he whined. “i wanted to sport my best and look cool, dang it.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and lifted your hand, patting his head.

“i’ll show up in pajamas and you show up in yours, and we’ll call it a day. hm?”

he grinned.

“matching? or seperate? and what color? plaid?”

“toru!”

he laughed and skated past you, nudging your shoulder with his in the process. “i’m just messing with youuu, matching obviously!”

satoru came back around, reached up and straightened the ribbons in your hair, little white bows sitting pretty as a blush rose to his cheeks when he was done.

“wanna run it three more times and call it?” he suggested. “i wanna make sure i get what you told me down before we go.”

you smiled and quickly nodded, taking satoru’s extended hand and skating together to first position.

watching akira win gold in person for the first time in your life was an experience you’ll never forget.

and she did it fucking beautifully.

with every precise move, with every articulate angle you and satoru screamed and yelled like crazy people in front of the rink while waving around your countries tiny flags, cheering with fat tears rolling down your faces when she successfully landed each time, holding each other so tight with mushed up cheeks throughout her routine with her partner and still in anxiousness when the time came for revealing final scores.

no one could skate like her. absolutely no one as she speedily glided across the ice and spun, prepped herself for the hardest most impressive turns you had ever seen in your life, and performed a quadruple axel rotation in the air all on her own— things that have always earned her the highest scores for three successive olympic years.

and four now— because when akira and her partner stepped up on that podium, you and satoru had to basically be yanked back by your mothers with the way you both tried to jump over the edge of the rink to her, her standing there like a beacon of light on the first place podium, a gold medal hung rightfully around her neck with flowers in her arms as she smiled so so big and happily, her eyes not once leaving you and satoru.

eventually when the ceremony was over, amongst all of the buzz and the crowd roaring and picture taking— akira quickly skated over to the two of you and leaned on the edge of the rink.

“akiiii!” you both wailed and flung your arms around her neck, her giggling and hugging you both back as best as she possibly could despite the mass amount of bouquets in her hands.

“did i do okay?!” she yelled over the noise.

you both pulled back and looked at her like she was insane.

“did you do okay?!” you gawked.

“aki— you won a fucking gold medal!” satoru yelled.

“HAH!” she laughed loudly. “don’t say that word in front of your mommy satoru she’ll chop my head off and kill me!”

you both giggled uncontrollably.

akira leaned her head in then and you and satoru followed through, all three foreheads resting against each others.

“listen to me for a second.“ she started. “you guys are birds of a feather, okay? you need to stick together and fly together as one.”

she let you both go and dropped the bouquets she was holding on the icy floor before placing a hand on yours and satoru’s outer cheeks, bringing you in. “don’t fight. don’t separate. don’t leave each other. you need to keep each other and what you have safe.”

you both quickly nodded, tears funnily gathering at the corners of your eyes at what she was saying, and she smiled.

“yes partner figure skating is about chemistry and technicality, but it’s about love… and sometimes just that. without genuine love, nothing will click.” she let your cheeks go and grabbed her shiny gold medal, holding it up. “this will be yours. i promise you.”

akira put down her medal, wiping both yours and satoru’s wet cheeks. “birds of a feather. stick together. keep each other safe. do you understand?”

the two of you sniffled and nodded.

“and i need to stop cussing in front of you guys during practices, don’t i?!” she smiled warmly, and you and satoru shook your heads frantically.

“no keep doing it!—”

“it’s funny please!—”

ever since akira told you that, it became you and satoru’s thing.

before and after every competition, with every hello and every goodbye at the beginning and end of the day, throughout the hours randomly whenever you both felt like it, you’d lock pinkies and reiterate ‘birds of a feather’ before kissing your thumbs and locking your promise in place— another one of the many other ways you’d show that you loved each other.

but whether it was platonically or romantically remained unknown until you both hit high school.

perhaps it had always been romantically… that you weren’t exactly sure of. but the way you and satoru had been treating each other since you were literally the age of six, made the technicalities of what it was blurry and a little confusing— for you couldn’t even remember when it was that you started loving satoru.

maybe it was that very first day when he skated over to you, wobbly and clumsy with a cheesy smile.

and as if it wasn’t already confusing enough of what the two of you were, the way you acted made it ten times worse.

but you’d been that way since forever— embracing each other a little longer than you should, innocently kissing each others cheeks and heads and hands, calling each other pet names and being each other’s dates to every single school dance—

but it was all harmless. not a single bad thought behind it and doing it like a reflex.

it was like you both were line balancing across the thinnest tight rope known to mankind— flimsy and unsteady, always on the verge of toppling over and falling completely into the darkening depths of the truth of what you were, but catching each other just before you did to regain balance back on the rope.

neither of you said it, but if you and satoru ever dared to be anything more than friends, and if something were to happen where you had to break up— you’d lose your first love, your best friend, and your entire career all in one.

the consequences were too drastic— you both knew that.

and you didn’t want to break your promise… so you acted blind to it.

by the time you were seventeen and satoru was eighteen, akira started training you for the international skating union competition to earn a spot for the olympics.

well— she actually started when you were about fourteen, but as the years progressed, her coaching and critiques got increasingly more difficult and nitpicky as well as the moves she taught you, wanting you both to build endurance to it and perfect it so that by the time you reached the age requirement for the olympics— it would be easier to train for it and be formidable competitors against the other pairs.

you and satoru wanted to be olympians more than anything else in your lives, and akira knew just how important this was for the both of you— making it her absolute mission to help accomplish solely that as she saw herself through the two of you.

your dreams were just like hers, and she respected and nurtured the fact with everything that she had.

“up! aaand up! and take her— throw— land oh shit—”

just as you had landed a semi complex throw jump, you lost balance and landed right on your ass, sliding across the ice on your side.

it was rare when you fell, and you absolutely despised when you did.

“fuck!” satoru quickly skated over to you and knelt down. “are you okay?!”

“why can’t i land that man?” you whined, covering your eyes.

akira smoothly traveled over to you both.

“it’s okay! we just learned it today sweets like— right now… you’ll have it down in the next five minutes.” satoru smiled softly, carefully helping you up on your skates and checking you over.

“don’t overly punish yourself, y/n.” akira reached and pinched your cheek. “i love that you’ve always been so serious about your technique, but you have to leave room for error my love or else you’ll choke yourself out.”

satoru ran a soothing hand along your back and you smiled cutely up at him, his heart jittering so much from it that he had to quickly retract his arm.

you nodded, always taking satoru’s and akira’s words seriously like inscriptions to a stone wall. “okay!”

he grinned and kissed the side of your head before taking your hand and leading you to first position like always.

akira smirked.

“are you guys together yet!” she blurted from across the ice and you both choked as she skated over.

“are we— are we—” you stammered.

“what?” she breathed out, placing her hands on her hips. “are you at least in love?”

satoru’s blue eyes bulged open with a furious pink tint to both of your cheeks.

“aki!” you whined, embarrassed. “stop it—”

“have you guys at least gone on one date?”

satoru pouted. “no.”

“i’m—” you played with your fingers. “i’m going on one today—”

“you’re what?!” he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows furrowed.

“yeah…” you looked at him. “i’ve never gone on one and some guy at school asked me so i— i just thought—”

you thought it’d do you some good, since the one you wanted you couldn’t really have.

“are you actually..?” satoru trailed off, an unfamiliar strike of something in his chest making him a little upset.

but he knew damn well what it was.

“but—” akira stared at you wide eyed, pointing at satoru. “but it’s— it’s supposed to be—”

“aki!” satoru quickly grabbed her arm and lowered it, eyes snapping to you next. “is it that one guy you told me about? from your english class?”

“uh huh.” you fidgeted. “he asked me again and i felt bad saying no so i— said yes…”

satoru swallowed, nodding.

“oh you big dummies!” akira groaned. “we’ll talk about this later or else i’m gonna go into fucking cardiac arrest from frustration—”

she skated off to the edge of the rink and out, leaning on it from the outside with her head dramatically hung.

you both got into starting position, but you faltered when you noticed satoru was oddly quiet and stiff.

“…toru?”

he blinked down at you. “huh?”

“you okay?”

“oh!— yeah.” he smiled weakly. “i’m fine baby.”

“you sure—”

“what time is your date?”

you gnawed at the inside of your cheek. “it’s a bit after this... i told him to just give me time to shower and get ready.”

“if he can’t accept you stinky then he’s not for you.” he shook his head in distaste. “he’s already failing in my eyes sweets absolutely flunking. maybe you should cancel it? yeah i say cancel it—”

you laughed, heart in your throat as your eyes gleamed up at him. “i can barely accept you stinky so i wouldn’t blame him—”

“hey!” he placed an exaggerated hand on his chest. “it’s not my fault i literally put my heart and soul out on the ice just for you to skate all over me—”

you gasped offendedly. “i don’t skate all over you—”

“do too!”

“do not!”

“do to—”

“you guys!” akira called. “you know i love it when you guys love on each other it makes me so happy and envision your wedding but right now we have to grind!”

you both froze up and snapped your heads in her direction with red faces, whining.

“aakkiii!—”

you practiced what you had of the routine a couple of more times, a few new moves and jumps added after each run until akira called it a day upon noticing you and satoru were practically sweating your asses off and messing up several times out of exhaustion.

“good job today you guys!” she smiled, patting you both on your shoulders. “i feel like the next time we meet we’ll have the choreography down... from there we just need to perfect it and you should be good for the next competish, okay?”

you both nodded and thanked her, sweet smiles on your faces as she reached up and pinched a side of both your cheeks.

“my little babies.” she cooed. “oh how you’ve grown! you guys were so little when we started now satoru is huge man jesus christ—”

she lifted her hand and reached up to measure satoru’s height from his forehead, her passing it over the top of her head and eyes widening at the huge gap.

he laughed and puffed up his chest. “i got big and strong too aki see?” he flexed an arm. “see? eh?”

“that you did!” she laughed brightly, ruffling up his hair. “the strongest.”

you giggled and skated over to the edge of the rink to pack up, internally panicking a little that you guys went overtime and it was almost time for your date.

“satoru..” akira whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure you weren’t listening. “what’s going on? you still haven’t asked her out? i thought you said you were gonna do it.”

“no..” he mumbled. “but we can’t. and she knows that too so— so what am i supposed to do—”

she gawked. “do you not see what’s happening?! she’s gonna go on a date with someone else! off with this stupid fear you guys have already seriously.”

“we caan’tt aki.” he pushed sadly. “it’s too risky.”

“but it’s not though!” she threw her arms out. “you guys have known each other since practically birth i feel like if it wasn’t meant to be you would’ve separated by now!”

satoru gnawed at his bottom lip in thought, eyes trained to the way your bows moved in your hair as you swung your duffel bag over yourself, smiling softly once he realized you had kindly packed his things for him too as you sat on the bench and waited for him to take you home.

akira sighed.

“it’s not my place to tell you guys what to do… but love has no limits. you know that.”

he nodded, smiling weakly at her as they skated out of the rink and prepared to lock up, akira hugging you both goodbye with a family kiss to your cheeks and you separating ways with her for the day, but not before her reminding you guys of practice tomorrow and that she loved you over her shoulder.

satoru was dreading you going on your date as he drove— the both of you normally talking about random things like always but his mind unable to stray from the fact that you were actually giving some random dingbat a chance.

it was rare when either of you would talk to or date other people, never even as your heads have always been so focused on figure skating and competitions… but also on each other— taking care and loving one another that you never needed anybody else since you were everything to satoru and satoru to you, and you were both confident that absolutely no one could ever step up to that level.

so why were you going on a date?

but he shouldn’t be like this. he knew that. there was a silent agreement between the two of you to never fall off that thin tight rope and keep each other balanced. and you were allowed to see and date whoever you wanted— something that he probably should do as well to try and get over the fact that you’d never really be his.

satoru pulled up to your driveway and shifted his gear into park.

“thank you toru!” you smiled sweetly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you’re welcome.” he murmured. “can i— can i come in with you? and hang while you get ready?”

you quirked a brow. “i thought that’s what we were already doing silly.”

“okay well invite me woman!” you both got out of the car and walked up the steps to your front door. “you can’t just assume. what if i was busy? what if i also had a date? hm?”

you gave him a sly grin as you twisted in your keys to unlock the door. “do you?”

“… no.”

you giggled and pushed open the door, the both of you immediately clasping your hands over your mouths to keep your laughs in at the sight of your mother sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with drool coming out of her mouth, the tv softly playing in the background as you quietly shut the door, went up the stairs and into your room.

satoru sat on your desk chair lazily while you quickly hopped in the shower to get ready for your stupid date, staring at the framed photographs on your nightstand that all consisted of you and him over the years, smiling softly at his favorite— a picture of the two of you when you were babies, cheek to cheek with huge smiles at the park as you held ice cream cones in each of your hands, satoru more than sure akira was the one who took that picture.

the sound of your door clicking shut pulled him from his thoughts as you walked in, drying your pretty hair with your little fuzzy towel and throwing it in the hamper once you were done.

“oh! i was gonna show you! i got these ribbons the other day—” you got down on your knees and looked under your bed, sticking a hand in and pulling out a white box as you picked it up and shuffled with your knees closer to satoru— sitting back on your ankles.

“—i was running out of ribbon so i got these!” you held up the box and satoru took it, examining the various pastel colors with warm eyes. “some of them are polka dotted and i thought that was cute.”

“it is sweets!” he agreed.

satoru loved the ribbons in your hair, and you’d always wear them without fail because you knew just how much he did.

“i wanna start wearing bows too.” he wiggled his eyebrows, and you giggled.

“are you saying you wanna steal my brand toru?” you picked up a blue roll of ribbon from the box, a color that matched satoru’s eyes. “thought you were an honest man?”

he gasped. “i am an honest man! is it not obvious enough when i help you with your math homework? when i sacrifice my dignity and text you answers during your tests?”

you giggled and unrolled a strand of ribbon. “not when you eat all of my sweets that you actively dig through my room for—”

“but they’re always the strawberry gummy puffs!” he whined. “they make me a slut.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and stood, grabbing your little scissors and snipping off a piece of blue ribbon from the roll, stepping in front of satoru and leaning.

“watcha doing?” he asked, placing his hands on your waist.

“i’m putting a little bow in your hair before i leave!”

he hummed. “don’t think it’ll look as good on me as they do on you.”

you blushed, taking little pieces of white hair from the top of his head and wrapping the ribbon around, tying it the same way you’ve been doing for yourself since you were the age of nine.

you took a step back once you were finished and laughed. “you look cute toru!”

he raised a silly brow. “do i still look big and strong?”

“big and strong and pretty—”

“please don’t go.”

you stilled.

“what?”

satoru looked down, his bangs hiding his gorgeous eyes as he did.

“on your date.” he mumbled. “don’t go.”

you placed your hands softly on his shoulders, and his hold tightened a little around your waist.

“why?”

“because like i said if he doesn’t accept you stinky then he can’t have you when you smell like vanilla—”

“toru...” you spoke sternly, softly. “why not?”

you didn’t know why you were pushing it so much… maybe you were trying to see if you could get it out of him— if he had the will to actually say it unlike you…

and you hoped to god he would say it.

he slowly lifted his head and propped his chin up on your tummy, a sour expression on his face as he puckered his lips to the side like a little fish.

“dunno…” he muttered, his gaze flickering to yours and a sense of guilt swarming his chest at the uneasy look you had, his face relaxing as he sighed.

“sorry.” he smiled sheepishly, pulling back and letting go of your waist. “i’m kidding you have every right to—”

“m’not going.” you mumbled as you slid your hands away, looking down and playing with your fingers.

“huh?” he furrowed his brows. “no baby go you should go—”

“i don’t want to.”

you never did in the first place. you had foolishly thought that letting someone else in like this would be good for you and help you establish some sort of… barrier with satoru so you weren’t always suffering so fucking much.

but you were absolutely stupid for that.

all you’ve ever wanted was satoru, and doing something to pull you away from the type of relationship you had with him (whether platonic or romantic you had no freaking clue), was not only hurting you, but hurting him.

you didn’t need anyone else, truly. all you needed was satoru and his silly smile and dramatic antics— to spend time with just him and skate and eat dinner together after practices every night while watching horror movies, laughing so much over his screams that your stomach hurt while he whined about how you were making fun of him.

that’s all you needed… just satoru.

regardless if there was something more in question.

“you don’t want to?” he repeated softly. “why?”

“you know why, toru…”

you had said it so softly he barely caught it, but he did, his breath hitching in his throat.

that was the closest you two had ever gotten to acknowledging it.

you both were silent for a moment, the soft murmur of your tv downstairs filling the void as you looked at each other, tense and waiting for either of you to say something… anything.

but it was like the gravity of the foreseeable consequences settled onto your shoulders, and the pair of you could only sadly smile.

satoru stuck his pinky finger out towards you then.

“birds of a feather?” he murmured.

you breathed out a little through your nose and looped your pinky with his, nodding.

“birds of a feather.”

he kissed his thumb and you did the same before locking the promise.

for the rest of the night, you and satoru watched a bunch of shitty unknown movies to try and see who would break and laugh first— you feeling bad that you had to cancel so last minute on that guy from your english class, but not regretting it at all as you watched satoru scarf down two slices of pizza in one sitting and nearly throw up, you almost falling off the bed from laughing so much and him having to catch you midway down and pull you back up, saying that he was your hero and therefore you should give him your last stash of strawberry gummy puffs as a reward.

it was nearly two am when you and satoru finally settled down, both sprawled over each other on the bed as you stared up at the ceiling and talked about literally anything that came to your minds— stubbornly fighting off sleep for whatever unknown reason in the dark.

“you know this is aki’s last olympics right?” you spoke softly, your arm propped up as you watched the way satoru played with your fingers.

“yeah..” he replied. “i don’t really know how to feel about that.”

“me neither.” you shook your head. “but she said it came at a perfect time because she’d been wanting to retire for a while.”

and now it was yours and satoru’s turn to try and fill the legacy she had built.

he hummed, delicately interlacing your fingers together as the outline of it through the darkness made you blush and smile, the nooks between his digits blessedly made entirely just for you as your fingers slotted perfectly in each spot every time.

and satoru silently vowed for the millionth time in his life that he would always be your hero and keep you safe, a promise that was already tied into your birds of a feather contract, but needing to repeat it to himself anyways while he listened to the sound of your voice talk about your excitement for the upcoming olympics.

and my god were you excited, the both of you— looking forward to seeing akira gracefully take home her fifth fucking gold medal like she always did with no repercussions, seeing her fans and the mass amounts of support she got every year with bouquets and teddy bears and picture taking, but also looking forward to spending even more time with her— for not just practices… but for forever, even more than you already did now as you two were greedy and just loved akira.

you were looking forward to forever, the three of you.

until akira’s accident.

“oh my god i’m gonna throw up—”

satoru hurled over just as you both stepped onto the bleachers at the olympic arena, you laughing and placing supporting hands on his shoulders as you followed your mother and satoru’s to your designated place by the front.

“toru i told you you’d make yourself sick if you didn’t leave that damn dessert table alone.”

“there were cinnamon rolls baby. cinnamon rolls how on earth could i possibly just walk by a platter of cinnamon rolls—”

“okay!” you giggled, carefully leading him to sit down and ruffling his hair once you settled. “i get it! you love cinnamon rolls.”

“not as much as i love you—”

“yuck!” you stuck your tongue out and pushed him away by his cheek, him laughing loudly as he shooed your arm away and grinned.

“toru— this is the last time we’re gonna be sitting here in the bleachers watching aki.” you mentioned. “isn’t that fucking nuts?”

“now i’m gonna cry and throw up.”

“no!” you giggled and nudged his shoulder. “then you’ll make me cry.”

he smiled and leaned over to plant a quick kiss to your cheek, reaching up and fixing the bows in your hair before looking straight ahead, his sparkling blue eyes staring at the rink.

the crowd roared suddenly and a mix of big and tiny flags of several individual countries waved in the air as you and satoru jumped and screamed when akira glided out with her skates and glittery dress, a huge dazzling smile on her face as she waved at the crowd, her eyes scanning around quickly before they finally landed on you and satoru.

as if she wasn’t already smiling enough, it grew bigger at the sight of you both practically over the fucking rink calling her name, her blowing you both a kiss and connecting her hands together to form a little bird, fluttering it up funnily and making you laugh before spinning around and going to starting position with her partner.

“oh she’s gonna wipe again.” satoru breathed out. “wipe absolute buttcheeks.”

you cackled as you both watched her routine— incredibly fast paced and technical, filled with spins and throw jumps and lifts as she made it known that it was her last year and wanted to leave with a mark, you and satoru absolutely mesmerized by the choreography as a dramatic symphony of a classical piece drummed through your ears by the speakers.

each move was executed beautifully, you and satoru at the edge of your damn seats as akira’s partner lifted her by the arms to settle over his shoulders into a split formation— halfway through the routine already.

“maybe we could do a move like that for when we compete!” you suggested over the music. “i feel like technically it could—”

a hand flew over your mouth as you watched akira topple and slam to the ground upon coming down from her split lift, the spinning blade of her partner slicing through her abdomen as her head nastily collided with the ice— the crowd screaming in terror.

“oh my god!—” your chest moved frantically and you and satoru looked at each other, horrified faces as you watched the backside of her limp body on the ground surrounded by paramedics, her partner hovering over her in complete and absolute distress.

and there was so much blood.

blood that pooled all around her figure and stained her shimmering dress, blood that wouldn’t stop fucking spreading as a stretcher finally made it out on the ice.

“baby.” satoru’s voice shook. “why isn’t aki moving.”

“i— i don’t know—”

“aki!”

you both snapped out of your shocked daze and screamed over the rink and jumped, shoes slipping against the ice as the two of you tried to reach her through your panicked tears and calls, security speeding through and pulling you both back as you watched the paramedics lift her frail body onto the stretcher and away from the rink.

“that’s—” you sucked in a sharp sob. “that’s my aunt please let us go—”

“you need to stay out of the rink—”

“fuck you!”

satoru shoved security away and grabbed your arm, wishing you had your skates on as you both practically crawled over to where akira was being carried out, not giving a single shit about the way your mothers yelling demanded you back as security had to literally pull you and satoru by the ankles, further and further away from the scene and away from akira until the only thing left was her pool of sickly crimson blood in front of you, you and satoru wailing.

akira died at the hospital later that night.

the collision of her head against the ice brought such blunt force trauma that it caused irreversible brain damage, and with the amount of blood that she was already losing from the laceration of the blade— those elements combined didn’t give her a single fighting chance at survival, her fate sealed from the moment her body hit the ground.

it was completely unexpected… an incident like that had never happened in not just olympic partner figure skating, but figure skating competitions as a whole— the severity of the situation so grave that the complex move akira and her partner performed that led to her death was banned from the olympics moving forward.

and you and satoru were fucking ruined.

ruined and crying and clutching over her arms and hands at her hospital bedside, it scaringly cold and stiff and not her usual warmth at all as you couldn’t accept that this was your reality, that akira had left you both all alone after not only her initial familial love that you’d gotten since birth, but after nearly a decade of giggles and skating, her picking you both up from school and cussing up a storm because it made you and satoru laugh as kids, buying you ice cream and taking you out for beach days because she said the sun was good for your skin, harassing you and taking a million pictures of the two of you as she uttered over and over again that love had no limits— your dream of forever with her cruelly severed over the sport you all loved most.

yours and satoru’s mentor, friend, your fucking mother figure— was gone.

your aunt was gone. your own blood.

the entirety of that bullshit situation sort of settled into your minds by the time her funeral came— painfully holding back tears as your family members gave their speeches and final wishes before the lowering of her casket, you and satoru not saying a single word throughout the entire thing until it was just you and him standing in front of her grave site— your mothers waiting for you in their cars.

you both chose not to give speeches. you couldn’t.

“toru.” you sniffled, drowning in your tears as satoru strained to keep his back, lips pulled into a thin line.

“yes pretty.”

“this is so fucked.”

satoru breathed out a weak laugh and let a couple of tears slip down his cheeks, wiping them with the sleeve of his black suit as he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing it.

“diabolically fucked.” he responded.

there really wasn’t much you could say at that moment in time, the two of you staring at the carvings on her tombstone as the wind softly blew over the petals of her flowers and letters, the day cloudy and cold and just fucked as you silently choked back sobs and whimpers, satoru lamely trying his best to stay strong for you— be your hero as he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you with everything that he had, nose buried in your hair as his tears fell and dampened a few strands.

“birds of a feather, toru.” you spoke softly, both of your frames shaking as the saying itself came from none other than akira.

he firmly nodded, lifting his head and kissing your cheek twice hard before looking at you.

“birds of a feather sweets.” his red teary eyes made your heart ache. “you can’t leave me too, okay?”

you scoffed and wiped your eyes, a sad smile on your face. “i could never… you know that.”

it didn’t really get easier from there, as everything in your lives reminded you of akira.

and though your mother was grieving the loss of her sister, she wanted to be left alone, and the only person that really understood the level of mourning you were on was satoru— him always there in the blink of an eye when you would call him in the middle of the night crying your eyes out while he held you, or when broken sobs wrecked through satoru’s trembling body as he cried into your chest while you held him and vice versa, endless amounts of ‘i miss her’s’ and ‘bring her back’s’ as you took turns depending on the day rolling on the floor unable to physically breathe over the loss as you tried to anchor each other back to normalcy, wondering how the world could be so cruel and continue spinning when you’d just lost half of your hearts.

but it did. it continued to spin and turn and carry on as you and satoru day by day tried to patch over what happened, be there for each other and heal each other as you graduated high school and caught up with satoru in college, still together and still in your stupid limbo of ‘is there something more’ except worse, and still inseparable three years later after akira’s passing.

it didn’t hurt any less, but the days definitely got easier… some harder than others as the time you spent with her became cherished distant memories, feeling eternally grateful for the way she raised and took care of you, for the work she had done, and for the legacy she had built for figure skating olympians around the world.

and because akira was so good and taught you both just as so, satoru and you had a little name of your own as you’ve been sweeping competitions since the age of thirteen, ninety eight percent unbeatable and competitive as other pairs always knew who you were the minute you stepped onto the ice, eager and curious to see if you would make it into the olympics when the time came just like your mentor had done.

some deemed it cheating— unfair due to the fact that you had a four-time gold medalist olympian training you since childhood, but that assumption quickly diminished after her passing when you both continued to wipe competitions and take trophies home purely based on your talent.

and you both agreed to continue your careers without a coach, a decision that didn’t even need to be thought twice over— and you were twenty and satoru twenty one when the time drew near to try for the olympics.

finally.

“my legs are gonna fall off and my balls are gonna droop to the icy floor if you don’t give me a kiss right now.”

“toru!” you giggled loudly, pushing his face away as he puckered up his lips and made obnoxious kissy noises, pulling you in by the waist. “toru focus we’re on a time crunch—”

“time crunch where?” he whined, stomping his blade down on the ice. “we’ve been at it for so long already i’m cold i’m thirsty and i think we should go to that cute christmas festival patch thing you told me aboouuttt!”

“right now?” you asked. “i don’t know toru… i had a set goal for us tonight and if we don’t get it—”

“oh you damn perfectionist.” he scowled, letting you go and quickly skating to starting position. “fine.”

you gave him a knowing smile and skated over to his dramatic sulking figure, kissing his cheek softly and wringing your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

“let’s run it three more times and then we can go to the festival, okay?”

he jumped up like a little kid, eyes hyper and wild. “really? honestly? truly?”

you nodded, gleaming up at him.

“is this a prank?”

“jesus toru you’re making me think i’m keeping you hostage here with how excited you are—”

“yiiippeeeee!—” he grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you before spinning on the ice, the both of you laughing as he roughly turned until he gradually came to a stop, big goofy smiles on your faces as he did so.

satoru loosened his hold as you slowly slid down against his body, faces close and lovesick as his half lidded eyes looked at you, lips stinging to plant directly over yours after so many years of hopeless pining and avoidance, still refusing to acknowledge the situation, but it glaringly obvious at this point.

“what?” you whispered, your eyes fixed on his lips as your blades touched the ice again.

he softly shook his head, blue eyes greedily drinking in your pretty face as he retracted a hand from your waist and brushed his palm over your hair adoringly, hand raising to cup your cheek gently.

was he about to…?

you swallowed, hands gripping his black t-shirt as you waited… anxious, hoping that he would do what you thought he was about to do.

but satoru squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace and quickly kissed the corner of your mouth before turning his back to you and skating to starting position— leaving you incredibly dumbfounded and disappointed.

satoru’s skin felt like it was on fucking fire as he looked at your stunning doe eyes blinking at him from across the rink, heart pulsing uncontrollably as you slowly skated to him and got into position, neither of you uttering a word about it as you ran the choreography three more times like you had agreed on.

you and satoru have had plenty of moments like that… but lately?

it’s been borderline dangerous with how close you’ve gotten to breaking your unspoken rule.

by the end of practice you and satoru excitedly packed up for the christmas festival, more or less stumbling out of the doors of the rink and locking up before throwing your things in satoru’s car and speeding off to the main plaza, cheesy dorky smiles on your faces as you babbled on about all of the things you were gonna do once you got there.

“the s’mores stand! the s’mores stand!” satoru whipped his head comically back and forth between you and the snowy road. “we have to go there and get five nothing less and maybe more—”

“wait! i wanna get some of that hot chocolate we got last year!” you quickly reached and gripped his shoulder. “the one with the chocolate bits in it! and the whipped cream! and the drizzle—”

“oh fuck yeah how could i forget?” satoru made a turn, the shining glimmering lights of the festival and christmas trees coming into view and riling you both up in pure exhilaration. “i gulped down like four cups of those and then threw up in a bush.”

you laughed loudly and shook your head. “i forgot about thaaaattt! toru you always shove shit in your mouth and throw up we have got to work on that—”

“no we don’t!” he cheesed, reaching over and patting over your hair— the smooth ribbon of your thin bows sliding underneath his palm. “i love sweets even if they hurt me. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. where there is no struggle there is no strength—”

“the only strength i see is a man hunched over puking his guts out.”

“hey!” he pouted, pulling into the lot before parking and turning off the ignition, the both of you hopping out of the car and locking it as you walked towards the main entrance. “and i’ll do it again so what.”

you giggled and interlocked your fingers with satoru’s. “silly silly.”

the festival was lively— huge decorated christmas trees everywhere you went as twinkling fairy lights adorned every corner and direction of the lots premises, several open stands that continuously wafted chocolate and cinnamon and vanilla throughout the entire night that had satoru practically floating through the air following the scent, kids giggling and running around as the soft familiar tunes of christmas music hummed in the background.

“what do you want for christmas, sweets?” satoru asked while chowing down a giant s’more.

“a kiss!” you quipped, giving him a cute silly look as you blew a bit of air over your steaming hot chocolate.

he stopped chewing.

“really?” satoru spoke with his mouthful. “i can literally give that to you right now c’mere—”

“no toru!” your cheeks buzzed a vibrant pink, completely flustered. “you’re supposed to say a big fat no!”

“now why the fuck would i do that...” he grumbled, shoulders slumping from disappointment as he took another big bite of his dessert.

you giggled, looking at him apologetically before standing on your tippy toes and licking a bit of melted chocolate from the corner of his mouth.

and he blinked at you, dumb and still as his cheeks copied the same exact shade as yours.

my god.

you were about to turn him into a freak.

“okay now you have to kiss me.”

“why?!” you laughed. “you had chocolate on your face! i was helping you out.”

“yeah right you little minx.” he scarfed down the last bit of his s’more and threw his little paper tray in the trash can behind him, putting his hands together and shaking off excess crumbs. “that’s actually the most torturous thing you have ever done to me.”

“dramatic!” you exclaimed, laughs escaping you and increasing as you watched satoru’s flustered face pout and glare at you.

you breathed in deeply and settled down, standing up straight as you took a tiny sip of your hot chocolate and smiled. “now i feel bad.”

“you should.”

“can you forgive me?”

“not unless you kiss me.”

“toru!”

“what?!” he pushed. “baby it’s only fair! really! just once and that’s it. a harmless peck nothing more we aren’t doing anything crazier.”

you gnawed at your bottom lip in thought.

technically he was right… it was just one little peck, entirely harmless and cute and wouldn’t have you both falling off of that thin tight rope you guys were still balancing off of.

this would only shake it a little… but then you’d be fine! right?

you were too far gone in the considerations of his proposal as you looked at his absolutely breathtaking blue eyes and face, somehow looking even more angelic as his pinky cold cheeks and nose and scarf covered neck did nothing but make you fall deeper in love with him than you already were.

how someone could look as good as satoru was beyond you.

“just—” you peered up at him. “just one peck okay?”

his eyes widened.

holy shit.

“yes!” he breathed out. “yes yes just one.”

“toru.” you spoke sternly. “i’m serious.”

he frantically nodded, arms already snaking around your waist and bringing you in.

you both couldn’t believe it.

you were about to have your very first kiss.

the two of you leaned in then— softly, timidly, afraid as satoru’s chocolate breath fanned against your nostrils and filled your lungs, lips coming closer and closer until they met in a simple, solid, tiny harmless peck.

satoru felt like his veins were about to pop and explode at the feeling of your delicate soft lips finally on his, the feeling actually fucking unreal as his fingertips went numb and his body tingled all over.

but it quickly became clear that it was not just one harmless peck.

because when it was supposed to be the time for you both to pull away, you and satoru only opened your mouths and kissed deeper— eyelids blissfully closed as your lips smacked so slowly and tenderly, the two of you actively relishing in the moment and just drinking each other’s mouths in as they moved and shifted, deep breaths through your noses as you daze-fully made out with the faint fuzzy sound of jingle bells and christmas music growing increasingly distant.

you tasted so sweet. just like he’d imagined.

but the moment came to and end when you both snapped your eyelids open in realization and released lips, pupils frantic and wide as you searched each other’s eyes for any sign of anger since you both had slipped up and did way more than just a peck.

but there was nothing. obviously there was nothing like that as your shoulders relaxed simultaneously and bashful smiles crossed your faces.

“you taste like chocolate.” he grinned.

you bit your bottom lip in a smile. “so do you.”

“twins.”

“uh huh.”

“i love you.”

you stilled.

you’ve told each other that thousands of times for years, since childhood.

you’ve always said you loved each other and have both known it was laced with those unspoken feelings you had, and you accepted that for as long as you could remember.

but somehow… in someway… it just felt different this time around. profound. more serious.

“i love you.” you responded.

satoru smiled softly and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in each others authentic infatuation for a moment before pulling away.

“can i get another s’more—”

“no!”

satoru ended up getting his second s’more, and you surprisingly ended up partaking in satoru activities and downed three fucking cups of that hot chocolate you loved so much, your tummy full and about to literally burst, but not really giving a shit as you and him were having so much freaking fun— buying little christmas trinkets from the santa shop and building tiny snowmen in the snowy play area filled with a bunch of kids (satoru literally making a tiny dick for one of the snowman and you immediately destroying it and wacking him), even skating in the rink but purely just for enjoyment and not a single thought of what you do professionally crossing your minds.

you stayed there until it was nearly closing time, money absolutely spent from all the things you bought, but your souls happy and warm as you happily walked to the car so satoru could take you home.

on the drive there, you showcased all of the trinkets you both had bought, a particular one catching your eye that you remembered you hadn’t shown satoru yet.

“oh! i got this one—” you dug your hand in the white plastic bag and pulled out a little snow angel, beautiful and glossy as the angels face blushed and smiled. “at the santa shop!”

“it’s cute baby!” he smiled. “for you?”

you shook your head. “i got it for aki. for the next time we visit her.”

his heart softened, nodding.

you and satoru tried your best to visit her grave as often as you possibly could, sometimes nearing four times a week to pay your respects and chat with her for a little while, filling her in a bit on your lives to bring back the feeling of what it was like to just talk to her in any way you could, like you had the fortune of doing once before.

“it kinda looks like her.. doesn’t it?” he questioned, pointing to the figure.

“it does right!” you expressed. “that’s why i got it… it reminded me of her.”

“she’ll love it.” he grinned, gently running the pad of his finger against your cold cheek before turning his attention back to the road.

you and satoru didn’t mention the kiss again as you were funnily still in shock over it, but the butterflies in your stomachs and the sole memory of it did more than enough as you climbed into bed with an already snoring satoru, him sleeping over for the night (when was he not) as you nudged your way under his arm and cuddled yourself in his chest, his slumbered state pulling you in like muscle memory.

you both only had two more practices left before the international skating union competition. once there, you and satoru had to land a spot in the top three chosen by the national olympic committee to earn an official spot in competing for the olympics, a task that was already vigorous and exhausting and nerve wracking, but one you both were more than ready for.

general admittance to competing in the olympics was essentially fourteen years in the making, one that wouldn’t have been possible in the first place if it wasn’t for akira.

“i think we should add a spin to this lasso lift.” you suggested, you and satoru taking a break from running the routine and standing by the bleachers during practice— watching a recently recorded take of your choreography to point out mistakes that flew under your radars.

“a spin?” he asked. “how sweets.”

“so when you lasso me around into the lift—” you rewinded the video and pointed. “since you’re holding me up over your head and we’re balancing with our hands, i say you maybe push me up to kind of like— propel me to do a triple rotation spin back down.”

“and then from there i catch you?”

“yeah!” you nodded. “and we’re traveling across the ice.”

satoru pursed his lips. “that’s kind of hard… you sure?”

“we’ve done worse toru.” you laughed. “i feel like this would give us more points.”

“oh it definitely would.” he nodded. “okay baby.”

“yay!” you cheered. “let’s practice the lift and propel on the mats first because if not i’m gonna eat shit.”

satoru laughed and sat down on the bleachers with you, quickly taking off his skates before standing and kneeling in front of you, untying your laces and slipping your skates off for you as you cutely smiled, him feeling like your little hero and knight in shining armor even if it was for something so minuscule.

he loved doing things for you.

in the middle of you and satoru practicing the move on the mats, your mother came in through the front doors of the ice rink.

“hi!” she greeted, holding up two wide rectangular boxes. “your costumes came in!”

“oh thank god!” you breathed out, satoru setting you down on your feet before you both ran to see. “i thought they weren’t gonna come in on time!”

“are they cool?!” satoru tumbled out. “do they scream please let me in the olympics?!”

you snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully as you unwrapped your boxes, your eyes shining in delight at the sight of your rhinestoned pale baby blue dress, a shade you purposefully picked out as it matched the color of satoru’s eyes— you lifting it with your fingertips from the box and gushing.

you turned it around and held it up against your frame as satoru pulled his top out— a white, tight long sleeved low cut v-neck button up that you already knew was gonna hug his yummy biceps so good, the thought of it making you bite the inside of your cheek as he checked over his black slacks.

your mother clasped her hands together, holding it to her mouth as her eyes gleamed over the two of you.

“i can’t believe it’s happening now.” she spoke softly, you and satoru diverting your attention to her and smiling. “for so long it was always just a distant thing you know? but now it’s here. actually.”

“fuck i know right.” you responded.

“language, y/n.”

“but i’m twenty!” you whined, pouting as satoru snickered behind you.

your mother rolled her eyes and cupped yours and satoru’s chins under her hands.

“good luck next week, alright? i know you guys will sweep.” she pushed. “make aki proud.”

the smiles on your faces grew, nodding as she squeezed your chins and released.

“oh! satoru—” your mother picked up her jacket and swung her purse over her shoulder. “your mom won’t be home for the night her trip got extended until tomorrow… you can sleep over at our house if you want so you’re not over there alone? or y/n can stay with you?”

“oh okay!” he spoke kindly. “thank you for letting me know!”

she smiled and nodded, hugging you both goodbye before leaving the rink.

your head whipped in his direction.

“toru if i sleep over at your house we can watch horror movies and actually scream as loud as we want without worrying about waking anybody up.”

his eyes bulged open. “oh my god you’re right! dibs i get to choose—”

“fuck!—”

by the end of practice you and satoru mastered the addition you added into the lasso lift, performing it beautifully on the ice over and over again until it was like simple reflex, calling it a day after a while and packing your things up to drive to satoru’s house.

you both took turns stepping in the shower to get rid of the sticky sweat that lingered on your skin, changing into comfy pajamas after as you tiredly settled in satoru’s big comfy bed— him flicking through his selection of horror movies and debating which one to pick.

“do you wanna watch something gory or just horror.”

“gory!” you perked up. “i need to work on not being so queasy.”

“but you seem fine when i throw up?”

“that’s because i’m used to it.” you laughed, head resting on his shoulder as he picked a movie and threw his remote somewhere across the bed, his arm coming to wrap around your tummy and pull you in.

it wasn’t like the selection mattered anyways, because fifteen minutes into the movie you were already falling asleep, hand resting on satoru’s torso as he continued to watch it— for some reason still wide awake even after skating for hours.

your sleepy sudden movements from your hand made him weirdly stiffen and relax every single time, your brows furrowing at the feeling and eyes fluttering open when he wouldn’t stop doing it.

“toru… are you still ticklish?” you mumbled sleepily.

he stiffened again.

“no.” he answered softly. “why..?”

you lazily grinned.

“youuu suureee?”

terror struck him as he sensed exactly what the fuck you were about to do.

“please spare me please spare me—”

you jumped on him and tickled his entire upper body, satoru laughing and gasping as he smacked your hands away and twisted and turned, his strong grip making it hard for you to tickle him at one point as you stubbornly swung a leg over his waist and settled over his lap, attacking him while he yelped and screamed.

“baby!” he gasped. “baby please! have some mercy is this how much i mean to you?!”

you giggled and finally stopped, hands retracting as you settled them on your hips. “that’s what you get for lying to me.”

“i was lying for my safety.”

“uh huh.”

you both grinned, satoru’s eyes occasionally flickering down to you straddling his lap with your pretty plushy thighs and blushing, trying to keep his gaze on yours to refrain himself from doing something a little too mental and weird.

but it was too fucking late, because it took no time at all for the blood to rush to his pathetic dick and harden.

surprisingly though, you were the one that was mental— the feeling of his cock against your clit undeniable as the uncomfortable shifts of satoru’s waist only stimulated it against your little nub and made you bite down hard on your bottom lip, shaky breaths leaving your mouth as it was getting harder and harder for you to restrain yourself from satoru’s godlike existence.

and your body was just not listening as you timidly rolled your hips over his crotch— your short shorts criminally thin as you felt just how big satoru’s length was, mouth watering as your palms timidly settled over his chest for stability, grinding on his cock harder.

satoru’s eyes were blown out as he watched you do something so— so lewd, his mind wandering if you were fully and properly there as something like this was absolutely breaking your unspoken rule, and you were more strict about it than he was.

but he didn’t want you to stop. god no.

at this point, you and satoru were off that metaphorical tight rope and hanging on by two hands— having both failed at keeping each other balanced as you rolled and rolled your hips deliciously on his dick, his chest quickly rising and falling at the feeling of your warm pussy over his groin and at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.

your little needy mewls made his hands tremble as he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes pathetically fucked out over something so simple.

“fuck me..” satoru groaned, hands coming up to rub over his face as his hips lifted to meet your grinding.

him doing that broke you out of your haze and you stiffened, satoru taking his hands away from his face with pinched brows at the sudden halt.

what happened?

“okay!” you laughed nervously, an alarmed expression as you swung your leg off of his lap and scrambled under the covers, pulling it completely over you as you shamefully looked anywhere and everywhere but satoru.

but he was out of it.

undoubtedly out of it now that you did what you did… wanting more, wanting all of you as he snatched the covers off of your frame and you squeaking as a result.

“why’d you stop.” he whispered, thumb raising to trace your bottom lip.

“i don’t— i don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“yes you do—”

“absolutely not—”

“i want you.” he cut you off. “i want you bad and i know you want me too so let’s just— let’s just do this once, okay? once please just to see what it’s like and it’ll never happen again.”

your eyes remained wide as you looked at his desperate frantic ones, his hands already kneading at your waist and thighs.

he was entrancing you into his proposal again, exactly the same way as when you both kissed for the first time at the festival as he leaned down and nibbled at your jaw, slotting himself in between your legs.

“do— do what?”

“fuck.” he mumbled, rolling his hips down on your pussy rough and you gasping at the sensation of his big cock against your clit again.

you whimpered as he rutted into you, hands flying to squeeze his biceps as his wet mouth moved down to your neck, licking and gnawing as he waited for your response.

“but isn’t that—” you stifled a moan. “isn’t that too far toru?—”

“please baby please.” he picked his head up and looked at you. “just once i swear once so we see what it’s like and get it out of our systems and never do it again. i promise.”

he needs to kiss you right fucking now.

your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to hump you, licking your lips as you weakly tried to look into his eyes.

“you swear?” you breathed out. “swear it just once and that’s it—”

“i swear i swear i swear—”

“okay then fuck me toru please—”

satoru nearly cried as he ripped himself away from you to frantically pull off his shirt and pants, him slapping your hands away when you tried to take off your own clothes as he wanted to do it himself— lifting your shirt over your head and downright tearing your shorts in half as he flung them down and across the room, your little pink bra and panties set actually turning him into a complete mess as he hovered back over you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.

you still tasted just as sweet as he remembered.

“been dreaming of—” mmpf— “kissing you since you let me, sweets.”

“yeah?” your lips moved sloppily with his as you snuck a hand in your panties and dipped your fingers in your pussy, collecting your arousal. “you missed me toru?”

“uh huh.” he breathed hotly against your lips, hand coming to slide underneath your bra to cup your bare tit. “every fucking night i’d jerk my dick dry thinking about it.”

his words made your clit twitch as you pushed him off your lips.

“open your mouth.”

satoru did as told without a peep and opened it with his tongue out, your hands coming out from your panties as you reached up and slipped your fingers in his mouth, his lips closing in and sucking everything you had to give him as he salvaged up your arousal.

“fuck—” he released your fingers. “is this from your pussy baby?”

“mhm.” you moaned.

your arousal was even sweeter.

“my god—” he grabbed your wrist and licked a long stripe up your palm. “you dirty fucking thing m’gonna have to taste for myself and see.”

you gasped. “what?”

satoru sat up and pulled your wet panties down your legs, biting down on his tongue hard at the sight of your angelic bare cunt before him, slick and shiny and pretty as you unclasped your bra and spread your legs for him— eager and ready and not a single other thought in your brain besides the one that was screaming for satoru to stick his dick inside you.

“toruuuu!” you whined. “quit staring and fuck me.”

his cock pulsed.

“patience sweets, i wanna taste you first.”

you expected satoru to just lower himself down and shove his head in between your thighs, but you were dead fucking wrong as he stood, grabbed your waist and yanked you high up, sitting you on his shoulders as you squealed and gripped his hair.

“wait toru isn’t this uncomfortable i—”

he scoffed. “fuck no. i’ve been lifting you my whole life baby this is nothing.”

your speech lodged itself in your throat as you felt his tongue lap at your folds and clit, slobbering and filthy as he ate and scarfed you down just like his usual daily sweets, you by far his absolute favorite as he slurped your little pussy up and made you squeal and moan.

satoru walked over to the wall and leaned you up against it, taking your thighs off of his shoulders and placing his hands underneath as he propped you up and spread your legs wider, your jaw dropping at his slimy tongue flicking and him slabbering his mouth side to side rapidly until your legs shook and you saw stars.

“toru—”

he grunted, tongue prodding at your hole and you jumping.

“i think— i think i’m gonna cum and i—” pant “i don’t wanna—”

satoru separated his mouth from your pussy with a squelch and looked up, smiling big.

“too bad!”

“but—”

he spit on your cunt and you gasped.

“i said too bad.”

he dipped back in and fully devoured you as you mewled, messier as he slushed his tongue all over and you’d never experienced something like this, something that felt so fucking good as you started cumming all over his face in record speed regardless of how hard you were trying to hold back.

“yummy.”

he let go and you dropped down as he quickly caught you, turning and throwing you on his bed as he climbed over you— wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking as he kissed and swallowed your lips up again.

“you want me to make love to you or fuck you?” he slopped against your mouth before pulling back, yours and his eyes fluttering open to look at each other.

your legs were still shaking by the eat out he gave you seconds before, finding it hard to get your words together as his handsome deluded face stared at you.

“i— um—”

he placed his lips next to your ear.

“you want me to fuck you like my wife or fuck you like a little slut? or both?”

“both toru please—”

he grinned, coming back up as he parted your legs further open and lined his leaky tip with your hole.

“i can do both!”

satoru pushed himself in and you choked, hands clasping over your mouth as you felt him bully his big cock through and leave you a blabbering crying mess under him— his chest heaving at the warmth and softness and stickiness of your cute gummy walls, his years of imagining and theorizing how you’d feel wrapped around his dick all completely debunking themselves at the real feeling as you whimpered and clenched your hole.

“jesus christ—” he shivered, swallowing thickly as his trembling fingers settled on your waist, him slowly reeling his hips back before pumping in. “you’re— you’re warm.”

you dropped your hands and wiped your cheeks as you hiccuped, the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your walls incandescently euphoric as you embarrassingly already felt yourself wanting to cum again when he had just stuck his dick inside of you— you wanting to ride out this moment for a bit longer and not finish so quickly like you had done on his mouth.

“am i being too mean pretty?” he huffed, thrusts now quick and curt as he gripped your bouncing tits and pinched your perking nipples, the sight of your little tears shamefully turning him on.

you frantically shook your head and tried to clear your brain. “n—no!—”

“good.” he smiled, a little crazed as he let go of your boobs, placed his hands on the backside of your thighs and pushed your knees up to your chest, picking up speed as you squealed and whimpered, utterly taken aback by how rough satoru was being considering the fact that he was such a goofy and kind and loving person on the daily.

oh… what years worth of pent up sexual frustration can do to a man.

satoru whined as you milked his dick, wheezing as he hammered his hips up and slapped against your skin, your body jolting and bouncing uncontrollably as his bed squeaked loud and obnoxiously.

thank god his mother wasn’t home.

“i’ve wanted this i’ve wanted this i’ve wanted this—” satoru babbled, his critical thinking out the fucking window as he just tumbled out totally random but honest confessions as your ears eagerly drank up every word and made your hole tighten.

“yeah?” pant “f—for how long baby?”

“for so long—” he whined loudly, fucking you faster as your mouth hung open and you gripped his wrists for support. “you’re everything i’ve ever w—wanted—”

“i— i’ve only ever wanted you toru— fuck! you’re big.“ you moaned, loving the way a huge deranged smile spread across his face as his hips pistoned into you and his hands pinned you down.

“cum on my dick baby please cum on my dick i want it i want it—”

your toes curled and you squealed, vision flashing white as you let out a high pitched scream at the intense buzzing feeling, your bodies hot and sticky and wet as satoru leaned over and shoved his lips in your ear.

“can i— can i cum inside?” he choked through gritted teeth as he came close to spilling his seed. “please i wanna cum inside—”

“but m’not on the pill—”

“please please baby i beg you—” hah! “i don’t wanna cum anywhere else—”

your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you quickly nodded, his hand cupping your face as he thrusted in one last time and pumped his cum entirely inside you without an ounce of hesitation for the consequences, his horny mind actually crazed and solidifying that there was no fucking way in hell he was gonna accept just friends from this point forward.

what a stupid thought.

“mmm…” you slowly moved your hips a little, feeling his cum all inside your ravished walls as you licked your lips. “your cum feels hot toru.”

not even warm, hot as it slushed and moved inside you with every movement you made, some of it dribbling and coating your outer folds as you bit your bottom lip into a smile and craned your head up to his neck, nibbling and giving satoru tiny kitten licks as he trembled and struggled to stay afloat and not give out his upper arm strength— trying to prevent himself from squishing you.

satoru pressed a soft tender kiss to your cheek then before sitting up and delicately sliding his dick out, running a soothing hand over your tummy as he did so and giving you a lazy smile.

he suddenly raised his pinky to you.

“birds of a feather?” he murmured, other hand running from your stomach over to your thighs now as he just lovingly felt you up, you smiling with rosy cheeks as you linked your little pinky with his.

“birds of a feather.”

you both kissed your thumbs and locked your promise, deciding then that you should probably shower once more before getting into bed to officially sleep— but deciding to shower together as you softly and steamily made out under the misty hot running water, body and mind relaxed as you just swallowed in the ambience of each other, you both not only holding on to your metaphorical tight rope with one hand now, but it actually on the verge of snapping as a whole and sending you both free falling.

and for the next couple of days, you and satoru were feral.

years and years of doing fucking nothing with pure restraint and fantasizing did a number on you both as any chance you got you were making out on your bed, his bed, and even in satoru’s car after your lectures— your hand teasingly going lower and lower until you’d shove a hand in his pants to pull his dick out and pump, your body leaning across the console and mouth going down to bob and suck as he moaned and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to guide you and your pretty bows and fuck your mouth just to hear the sounds of you choking, eyes from time to time frantically looking around to see if no one was around as you blowed him.

and you did that basically all of the time for the next three days until the final practice just before the international skating union competition, satoru physically unable to leave you alone and unscathed as he constantly pinned you down to eat your pussy or suckle on your soft tits, his hand tightly clasped over your mouth in your room when your moans would get too loud as he fingered you, his long fingers squelching and abusing your cunt until you were finishing all over his hands again and again.

but you two having actual sex didn’t happen again apart from that night— satoru a man of his word since he promised you would only do it once… unfortunately. but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do other things, right?

except by the final practice, satoru was absolutely fucked off at the fact that neither of you had brought up the potentiality of being more than just friends, especially after doing all of those lewd acts.

he was so sick of it.

and so were you, quite frankly, but instead of being completely over it like satoru, you were afraid… afraid of what could happen and the possibility of losing him if you both indulged, if you let yourselves put your freaking careers on the line.

and satoru was the one person you couldn’t bear to lose. not ever.

“we look good sweets!” satoru cheesed, rotating around in the ice rinks dressing room mirrors as you had your costumes on for dress rehearsal and refinements, both of you glittering and shiny and looking like a professional ice skating pair as you examined yourself, readjusting your straps and hugging your torso.

“cold.” you shivered. “maybe i should’ve had it as a long sleeve… shit.”

he laughed and placed his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down quickly to create frictional heat as you smiled at him gratefully. “nah, it’s cute like this! you’ll warm up once we run it a few times on the ice.”

you nodded, the both of you walking out of the dressing room and to the rink, skillfully putting on your skates before pushing yourself on the ice and gliding across.

“can you show me the uh—” satoru looked to the side in thought once he was on the ice in front of you. “the part where we skate in unison and have our arms up in an L? it’s in the chorus of our music—”

“oh!” you nodded and skated a bit away from him to demonstrate.

“i just wanna see if my form matches yours and we look clean.” he smiled. “and then show me the triple axel after that.”

you gave him a cute thumbs up and pushed yourself off, gliding gracefully and smoothly across the ice as satoru was supposed to be watching you to try and fix his form, but finding himself transfixed once again by the way you seamlessly skated with no sense of struggling effort— arms poised and flowy as your dress moved and fluttered with every twist and turn until you gradually propelled yourself up into the triple axel and landed correctly without a slip or wobble.

the level of difficulty and technicality you skated reminded him of akira— but your style, your movement, and the way you carried yourself was entirely your own.

you made figure skating look beautiful.

you were beautiful.

you slowed down on the ice and skated over to satoru.

“were you able to see? did you match me?—”

“you skate just like her.” satoru spoke softly, and you faltered.

he didn’t need to clarify who he was talking about, as you always knew.

“you’re just saying that.” you pursed your lips to keep yourself from smiling, or crying, you didn’t know.

but a compliment like that meant the absolute world to you.

“i’m not.” he shrugged, skating over to you and taking your hands as he glided with you to starting position. “you always have baby. and i know that’s what you’ve always wanted. i’m sorry i don’t say it enough.”

your eyes softened. “toru that’s not something to be sorry about at all…”

satoru was so kind.

you both skated together and ran the choreography a couple of times, spinning simultaneously and satoru lifting you again and again throughout the routine and still performing your lasso spinning lift successfully, arms around his shoulders and faces close as the wind whipped through both of your costumes and hair from traveling across the ice at such a speed before coming to a sudden choreographed halt at the end of your number.

you had slid down satoru’s body to plant your blades back on the ice when he had enough.

“please stick your tongue in my mouth.”

you choked on your spit and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“toru no! absolutely not we can’t anymore okay—”

“what are we.”

you froze.

“huh?”

“what are we.” he repeated, eyes dead locked on yours and hard. “are we together? are we not? are we friends? what are we—”

“we’re— we’re friends toru—”

“oh fuck no.” he let you go and created a little bit of space between you. “don’t give me that shit we’re not friends.”

“w—well we can’t—”

“i’m your man.” he stated firmly. “i’m your man i’ve been your man for years and i’m tired of avoiding this sweets! it sucks!”

“we’re putting everything at risk if we do toru we can’t!”

“i’m your man.”

“no you’re not—”

he cut you off. “your mouth has been on my dick. we’ve had sex. we’ve kissed we’ve made out we’ve told each other i love you if that doesn’t tell you that we’re together then what the actual fuck?!”

“oh my god toru i know i know!” you groaned, hugging yourself as you anxiously looked at him. “what happens if we break up? huh? what do we do?”

he shook his head. “we won’t.”

“you don’t know that.” you laughed bitterly. “if that happens we lose each other satoru understand that. we break birds of a feather, we ruin our careers, and we ruin us.”

“first of all—” he started. “our birds of a feather promise is to stick together, keep each other safe, and not seperate or fight, is it not?”

“it— it is—”

“so do you really think if we continue to keep each other in this fuck ass limbo of friends that we aren’t already breaking that?” he threw his arms out in emphasis. “we have never been just friends. i’ve known you for fourteen fucking years and we have never been just that.”

you blinked back tears.

“i promise you baby—” he slid closer to you and cupped your cheeks. “that we won’t leave each other. i will fight and try every single damn day to make sure that that shit never happens even though i already know it won’t because you’ve been made for me since birth and we haven’t separated since we’ve met.”

satoru wiped your cheeks. “but i also promise you, that if we continue as just friends, we will break. we’re gonna string each other along so fucking much that we’re gonna go absolutely insane and drive each other away. that is for certain.”

“but— skating—”

“i don’t give an ever living fuck.” he spat funnily and you laughed through your tears. “skating is nothing without you. all the trophies and medallions and the god damn olympics itself with that gold medal is nothing without you. i would give that shit up in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you in my life in exchange.”

“and i would do the same for you toru!” you sobbed, his arms immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in as you sniffled and hiccuped into his chest, him kissing the side of your head repeatedly and soothing a hand down your back.

“don’t cry pretty i didn’t meant to make you cry...” he mumbled, cheek mushed up against your head as your shoulders shook, a huge disgusting pit of guilt in his stomach. “fine it’s okay we can be just friends for a bit longer please don’t cry—”

“no!” you sputtered, pushing him back a little to face him. “i don’t wanna be just friends anymore either toru… it hurts me so much.”

“it does?” he asked softly and you nodded.

“it hurts me too.”

satoru wiped your remaining tears again and fixed the little bows in your hair, a soft liberated smile on his face as he reached down to cup your cheeks and bring your perfect lips to his, kissing you lovingly as the both of you felt like you could finally rest and stop ridiculously hiding your love in the shadows after so many years.

the thin tight rope that you had both been toppling over and rebalancing and holding onto to keep the other from falling, had finally snapped in two, and you and satoru were now in the darkest depths of the truth of what you both were.

except it wasn’t dark at all.

it was light and airy and heavenly, and you wondered why you had been so afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of in the first place, since the one you were falling with was satoru.

silly.

he pulled apart and looked at you, his striking blue eyes and white fluffy hair especially beautiful.

“tomorrow—” he began. “we’re gonna absolutely destroy everyone else there and land a spot in the top three, and then after i’m gonna take you out on a nice dinner and buy every single fucking dessert off the menu, and then i’m gonna ask you to be my girlfriend. okay baby?”

you giggled then, the brightest rosy cheeks on display from the both of you as you eagerly nodded and threw your arms around his neck.

and tomorrow could not come soon enough, because not only were you looking forward to making your dreams a reality and competing against other figure skating pairs from around the world and the olympics itself, but also the thought of officially being satoru’s after years of wishing on little stars and day dreaming about what that would be like for hours on end.

until the moment was here. happening.

the indoor arena was electric and rowdy the minute the competition commenced, you and satoru in absolute awe of the energetic atmosphere as many individuals in the crowd waved their banners or screamed their loved ones names, an ambience very similar to the olympics as you both watched pair after pair perform their hardwork and dedication on the ice, goosebumps on your skin as you fidgeted and jittered.

out of twenty of your countries competing pairs, only three of you would be chosen for the olympics.

and you hoped to god you and satoru would be chosen.

“we’re almost up baby.” satoru patted your head, sitting on a bench in your designated area. “i think it’s two more pairs then it’s us.”

you nodded, nerves closing up your throat as your eyes darted over the rink.

satoru frowned.

“hey.” he placed a hand on your thigh, suddenly wanting to rip your nylon tights off so you could actually feel his skin on yours. “you nervous sweets?”

you nodded again, and he gave you a silly grin.

“don’t be! you’re literally akira the second. we’ll be fine!”

you laughed lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“and even if we don’t land a spot, that’s fine too.” he kissed your head. “it’s our first year anyways… we’ll know the game for next time and we’ll try harder.”

you picked your head up and smiled at him, his words settling your nerves just as soon as the last remaining pair took their places on stage, yours and satoru’s turn right after.

what you didn’t know, was that satoru was just as nervous as you.

but he knew you needed a rock and someone to comfort you— wanting to swoop in like a little hero and save you again… so he kept it hidden.

“fuck i almost forgot!” satoru jumped up and dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a roll of pale baby blue ribbon that matched your dress exactly. “you told me you didn’t have ribbon that matched your costume so i went and tried to look.”

he held it out for you cutely on his palm.

“does this one match?”

you picked up the roll, astonished and mushy inside that satoru actually went out of his way to find this specific ribbon color for you because you had expressed how unhappy you were with the darker shade you had, your eyes looking up at him in complete adoration.

“oh my goodness— thank you toru!”

you quickly undid the bows in your hair and slipped off the former ribbon, digging through your duffel bag for scissors and cutting off pieces from the new ribbon before looping them through your hair and tying, not needing a mirror since you’ve done it for as long as you could remember.

satoru’s cheeks went pink as he looked at your new pretty bows.

“does they look okay?”

“beautiful.” he responded, pecking your lips before taking your hand and leading you to the entrance of the rink.

“okay—” you breathed out. “this is it.”

“what kind of food do you think they’ll have at the dinner place we picked—”

“toru!” you giggled. “not now!”

he smiled sheepishly at you before leaning his forehead against yours.

you stuck your pinky out.

“birds of a feather?”

satoru grinned and looped his pinky with yours.

“birds of a feather baby.”

you both kissed your thumbs and once again, locked your promise.

the announcer over the speakers iterated your names and your country as you and satoru glided across the ice poised and graceful with your arms up, waving at the crowd and giving your mothers a special frantic wave before moving to starting position, unknowing of the way several other pairs and the judges themselves murmured about your reputation and your association with akira.

and you hoped she was watching over you both now. somewhere.

the music begun, contemporary and lyrical as you and satoru slid across the rink, already impressive and entertaining as you performed moves and lifts right off the bat, the sounds of your blades scraping against the ice oddly keeping you in time with your choreography as the number went on.

and you and satoru were feeding off of each other, the chemistry undeniable to a strangers eye that had no idea of your story as you conveyed passion through your expressions, each technical movement bleeding with the fact that you both had been olympic level trained since the age of fourteen and fifteen.

you were halfway through your routine now, the lasso lift coming up next as satoru harbored in his strength so he could properly propel you into that newly added spin.

you skated around him and he lifted you up into the air, the crowd cheering and excited at your beautiful remarkable forms.

except satoru’s hands were slippery.

why?

nerves. he quickly deemed it nerves as he had no time to deliberate since it was almost time to propel you up into the spin, his mind already racing over the fact that the slip in his hands was hindering his strength to keep you up there, and he worried that if he pushed you up, it wouldn’t be enough and you’d come tumbling down— hurting yourself.

but satoru had zero time to decide again as he went with protocol and pushed you up as hard as he possibly could and prayed you would go into your triple axel spin successfully and that he’d catch you.

but the minute that he did, the force yanked him back and his skates flew up in front of him, you falling down and your thigh hitting something sharp before you both went slamming to the ground— sliding apart from each other on the ice.

the crowd screamed and gasped in terror, sounds you were all too familiar with to what you heard three years ago filling both your fuzzy minds as satoru struggled to get back up, his head turning slowly around to see if you were okay and just sore like him—

until he saw your limp body on your side, your back to him with blood slowly pooling out on the ice and staining your pretty blue dress.

satoru scrambled up and skated straightaway in a panic to you before sliding on his knees as he reached you, turning you over and paling as he saw you were unresponsive and out fucking cold.

“baby?“ he shook you. “hey— baby—”

nothing.

why weren’t you answering him? why weren’t you awake?

his brain flashed images of akira’s body the day that she died, suffocating deja vu as the way you looked when he saw you like that on your side was a carbon copy of her from three years ago, his chest picking up speed as you continued to lay limp even after he shook you desperately numerous times like a madman.

and why was there so much blood?

blood that looked sickly bright red against the white ice, blood that stained his sleeves and shirt and hands as he held you up and supported your head, and blood that wouldn’t stop fucking oozing out of your leg as he trembled.

“hey— hey can you hear me?” satoru tapped your cheek rapidly, shaking you gently again with horrified eyes and still not getting a response.

“fuck! why is this happening this isn’t supposed to happen—”

how could he be your hero? how could he stop the blood and wake you up? how could he— how could he fix this how could he take it all back how could he fix this—

“no no no baby please—” he sobbed. “not like aki baby not like her man—”

he shook you again, your head lolling to the side as if— as if you were—

no.

“baby— birds of a feather right? birds of a feather we have to stick together you can’t— you can’t leave right?” he cried, chest heaving and vision blurry and you just felt so cold.

“you’re not leaving you’re not leaving me please not like aki please god��” he cradled you up to his chest in his arms and rocked. “you can’t leave me you’re all i know and i don’t wanna know anything else please baby—”

satoru’s frantic repeated heartbroken wailing echoed throughout the arena as the crowd erupted and moved around in hysteria, him still rocking you in his arms as he turned his head with terrified bloodshot eyes to look at both of your mothers, yours hunched over in a fit of screams and cries as his had her hands in her hair in utter disbelief and tears.

“fuck what do i do!” he sobbed, legs shakily standing as he slipped one arm under your back and the other under your knees, picking your limp body up as he saw a huge group of paramedics run over to him on the ice as he carried you over.

“help—” hic! “h—help me please—”

why couldn’t satoru be your hero when it mattered most?

several of them lowered the stretcher and took you from him, laying your lifeless self on it before hoisting you up and swiftly carrying you away, all of it horrifyingly and painfully similar to akira’s inevitable death.

were you gone?

satoru looked down and saw your baby blue ribbons on the ice, wet and stained with blood, once perfect bows in your pretty hair when he had you awake and breathing.

were you breathing? had you hit your head?

he couldn’t remember.

he couldn’t remember anything but your unresponsiveness, the way your skin was colder than the ice itself as he picked up your ribbons and looked at them in his hands— and the way your blood stretched over for what looked like miles and was still there.

in front of him. taunting him.

was the world so cruel as to take you too?

it wouldn’t. it couldn’t.

you’d never done anything wrong. you’d never treated anybody indifferently as you were sweet and beautiful and talented, always in servitude of others— in servitude of him as you taught him how to ice skate when you didn’t need to at six years old, you already kind and gentle at that young age when you could’ve easily shooed him away like a little bug and told him to fuck off.

and throughout your life too, as he was well aware he was an annoying dramatic piece of shit that whined and cried and ate your stashes of sweets all of the time— but you always just giggling and looking at him with adoration in your eyes, with your cheeky smile, with the little ribbon bows in your hair he loved so fucking much.

oh how he wished he didn’t always take your sweets at that moment. how he wished he wasn’t always an annoying blockhead and made you mad at times with his persistent personality and neediness as he stood there frozen in the rink staring at your blood— dark now and dull, wishing it was him instead of you.

you were knocked out for five days at the hospital.

you and satoru also didn’t make it into the top three at the international skating union competition.

you should’ve, as your score was already higher than any other pair there and only halfway through the routine too— but that’s precisely why you got knocked out.

if you had finished your number, you would’ve landed in the top three, but it ending halfway cut off the opportunity for accumulating more points, and eventually another pair surpassed your halfway score by two points.

but satoru didn’t give a shit. fuck the olympics and fuck the international skating union while your body laid still on the hospital bed for hours on end, him refusing to leave your side as he sat there and stared off into space with nothing in his head but hatred for himself as it was his fault that this happened and his blade that sliced you— eyes red and sunken and tired and refusing to eat or drink.

you had hit your head on the ice, but thankfully the trauma wasn’t anywhere near the severity of akira’s, it only inducing a strong concussion and sending you flying out of consciousness upon impact.

but it was the loss of blood that was the problem.

you had lost so much, too much of it.

it made you weak and frail and unable to do much and satoru worried that that’s what was going to take away your fighting chance of survival.

“you should go home satoru…” your mother sighed, standing by the door of your hospital room, her own eyes red and swollen.

he shook his head no silently.

“she’ll still be here… you need to eat something or sleep please. you look awful.”

satoru smiled weakly and shook his head again.

“m’fine.”

your mother pursed her lips to the side and she sighed again, nodding.

“i’ll come by early in the morning, alright?”

he hummed, giving her a tiny wave as she left and closed the door behind her.

satoru had brought a roll of pink ribbon from your little white box in your room, unrolling the pieces he chose and lifting his hands, taking the ends of your hair and trying to tie little thin bows the way you always did, but huffing softly in irritation when they just looked like shit.

he undid the one he was working on and settled for feeling the material of the ribbon between his thumbs instead.

satoru brought you bouquets everyday too.

sometimes three at a time as he continuously swapped out old flowers and replaced them with new ones, changed their water and poured fresh quantities into each vase to keep them alive, and often picked some more from the hospital garden when he went down to get some fresh air for a minute— the least he could do for nearly killing you.

and satoru had a lot of time to think while he waited for you to wake up— bitter and resentful at the world for letting him sit there healthy while you were out, so much so that he started thinking stupid shit like how he wished you would’ve forgotten him and dismissed his yapping dreams about ice skating when you met so you would’ve been an independent skater instead, so you then wouldn’t have gotten hurt by his idiocy and you wouldn’t be laying in a hospital bed like you were now.

or swapped places. him instead of you so he could beat up the fucks that took akira away and beat up zeus or— or aphrodite or whoever the fuck that was responsible for keeping him from you so he could come back to you… unsure if you were doing the same thing as he stared at your resting face.

you should’ve just left him behind.

but he was sleeping when you woke.

arms propped up and crossed next to you on the hospital bed, his cheek mushed up on them and face to the side as you blinked your eyes open and was straight up confused, not a single memory of the incident flitting through your mind… until it did.

and it hit you bad.

your mind reeled with a pounding headache, tears prickling your eyes at the events that plagued through your mind— a part of you knowing there was absolutely no way you and satoru made top three and gutted about it, feeling shaken from the memory alone of you falling and hitting the ice.. but grateful.

grateful to be alive, for you knew akira wasn’t as lucky.

was it because of her that you had lived? had she pulled some strings to change your fate?

your eyes trailed down to a sleeping peaceful satoru, your gaze softening at how tired and broken he looked, bags dark and purple as he snored away next to you, your hand lifting and delicately settling over his fluffy white hair as you smiled that he was here next to you— caressing.

satoru shot up wide awake then as you jumped and retracted your hand, the both of you alarmed and frantic.

“baby?” he grabbed your hand and felt around it, feeling warmth for once as he stood up straight and shoved back one of the sleeves of his hoodie.

“you’re awake? are you actually?—” he pinched his arm hard over and over and you giggled.

you giggled— the sound filling his ears and lifting an undeniable dark ton off of his shoulders as he relaxed, tears automatically brimming his eyes.

“i thought i fucking killed you sweets.” his voice shook, arms gently coming around you and pulling you into an embrace.

“killed me?” you frowned. “toru what are you talking about—”

“oh god you have amnesia—”

“no!” you laughed. “what do you mean by almost killed me? you didn’t do anything.”

“i did everything.” he spoke flatly. “i fucked up that lasso lift. i pushed you up too hard and we fell. i cut you with my blade i made you bleed—”

“toru that was an accident.” you pulled back and your chest hurt over the devastated look on his face, wiping his tears and kissing his nose. “remember— aki’s partner felt just like this and we had to tell him too it was an accident. you can’t control something like that. at all. it’s just unfortunate circumstance.”

“i know but i still feel like—” he wiped his eyes and swallowed. “i still feel like i could’ve done something different. it should’ve been me and not you and i should’ve—”

“toru don’t even don’t think about things like that.” you shook your head. “there wasn’t anything you could’ve done, baby. and that’s okay.”

you gently scooched over on the bed and patted the spot next to yours, satoru immediately climbing and settling in, clinging on to you as he placed his head on your chest with his arm firm but careful around your waist, suddenly feeling how exhausted he actually was from the days he spent restless.

you couldn’t have imagined the pain satoru must’ve gone through waiting for you to wake up. you didn’t know how he even fucking managed as you would’ve been torn into bits and pieces not knowing if he was going to live or not, looking at his limp bloody body the way he had to look at yours and it reminding you of the event that brought you both the most trauma and grief.

you couldn’t believe you almost went out the same way.

satoru confirmed your thoughts later and filled you in on the results of the international skating union competition, rubbing salt into the wound a little more upon learning that you landed fourth, nearly there as you couldn’t help but cry a bit in your hospital bed when he told you that you could’ve had a spot, satoru hugging you and reassuring you that you’d both have your shot at it in the next four years.

your family was relieved that you were awake, tons of people piling in and giving you sweets and food that satoru hungrily eyed and gawked over, you laughing and passing him the ones he particularly enjoyed most as you conversed with your relatives.

and recovery was thankfully easy— doctors orders being just you taking it light and being careful not to bonk your head against anything, as well as taking care of the laceration on your leg— changing the bandage frequently every morning and night, satoru insisting he help you with that and with many other things that you needed as he tried to make up for what he still thought was his fault.

two weeks had gone by of just rest and peace and no figure skating, thinking you and satoru deserved this break, but also secretly petrified of stepping on the ice again after what had happened— neither of you wanting to hurt the other as you avoided the topic of training for the meantime at all costs.

“maybe we should work at a water park.” you suggested one day, the two of you seated on a park bench through the chilly mid january air as you shared a plate of chocolate drizzled strawberries you got from some nice lady and her fruit stand. “be lifeguards!”

“oh hell no!” he spoke with his mouthful before swallowing, readjusting the black round sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “you think i’m gonna be fine with watching random old men savoring after my wife in her little red bikini while i’m off saving some drowning kid? oh no thank you. let the kid drown.”

“toru!” you laughed, smacking his shoulder. “okay then what else?”

“janitors.”

you shrugged. “i like to clean. sometimes.”

“and your entire body is covered in those jumpsuits no stinky old men looking at—”

satoru’s phone buzzed against his jeans and he paused and pulled it out as you giggled, him barely glancing at the caller i.d before answering.

“hello?”

you mindlessly carried on plopping strawberries in your mouth and chewing.

“this is he…. oh hello! yes! how are you?”

you eyed satoru quizzically at his sudden formal change in tone, his eyes glued to the cement below.

“uh huh… really? o—okay! no yes for sure! thank you so much for the opportunity!”

opportunity?

you slowed your chewing and nudged his shoulder gently, wanting him to give you some kind of sign as to who it was on the other line.

“okay, we’ll keep in touch! thank you again!”

satoru slowly removed his phone away from his ear as the other line went dead, staring at his screen and you curiously leaning over only to see his call history log, a random number at the top.

“holy fuck.”

“what?!” you leaned in closer and tried to catch his eyes with yours, his shocked wide gaze slowly flittering to your face.

“that was the national olympic committee.”

you froze.

“shut the fuck up.” you covered your mouth. “toru what did they say what did they say—”

“one of the pairs that made it in the top three got disqualified.” he spat out quickly, shooting up and digging his fingers into his hair as he walked back and forth slowly in disbelief, spinning to face you. “i— i don’t know why i didn’t ask but we got bumped up.”

silence.

“we—” your chest rose and fell erratically, eyes darting around as satoru knelt down and grabbed your hands.

“baby we made it.” he tightened his grip. “we’re competing in the olympics—”

you squealed and jumped up and down and pulled satoru in, the both of you comically bouncing off the walls as you wailed and cried and blabbered on about how you couldn’t believe it and how a chance like this was even given to you, satoru lifting you and spinning you around but stopping and freaking out and apologizing profusely over your injured leg, you shaking your head and laughing, kissing him in return.

“we can’t avoid skating toru.” you spoke once you and him had settled down. “it’s literally what brought us together… and what brought us to aki. and even from you spinning me around like that it reminded me how much i missed skating with you.”

“i feel the same sweets.” he smiled, big and bright and handsome as he leaned over and kissed your rosy cheek. “i miss lifting you up and catching a glimpse of your ass underneath your—”

“toru!”

even though you and satoru were finally on board and accepting of bringing skating back into your lives, it wasn’t to say at all that the fear itself went away when you tried to do lifts or spins in the air with each other— apprehensive and scared as you practiced on the mats way more than necessary before moving choreography to the ice, satoru multiple times chickening out and needing a moment as he was petrified of hurting you again, and you glued in place at the thought of falling and slamming on the ground when you had just survived mostly unscathed.

but this wasn’t the time to be afraid over that anymore, and if akira were here, you both knew she’d smack you upside the heads and tell you to move… to get on the ice and do the sport you both loved and cherished most.

to finalize your dream and make it a reality.

and throughout the month that you and satoru spent before the commencement of the olympics, you trained like never before— no excuses as you worked tirelessly day and night with sweat literally dripping from your faces until every single goal was met and beyond, until every single throw from satoru was perfected and until every axel from you was delivered.

sometime during this month too, satoru finally got to take you out on that romantic candle lit dinner like he promised and asked you to be his girlfriend, him giddy and grinning the whole time and literally spoiling the moment as he meant to give you a chocolate dessert plate that said ‘will you be mine’ in chocolate syrupy letters, but accidentally eating it and smearing the words when he confused your plate with his, smacking his forehead repeatedly on the dining table as the silverware clattered— muttering about how dark it was and how he couldn’t fucking see, but you laughing so fucking much and clutching your stomach that your makeup smudged up at the corner of your eyes.

satoru was reminded again how much he loved you that day, because anyone else would’ve gotten tremendously annoyed and called him an idiot, but you…

you just giggled. giggled and hiccuped like always while he stared at you softly.

the love you and satoru shared stretched far beyond the concepts of what a platonic and romantic relationship was.

the love you and satoru shared was sacrifice. genuine sacrifice and yearn and absolute unadulterated love as you both without another thought would drop your careers for each other, would swap places if it meant the other would be safe from harm’s way, and would endure years of swallowing and pushing back feelings if it meant just keeping one another in your lives forever.

because that’s what birds of a feather was for to begin with.

a promise to stick together. a promise to keep each other safe.

a concept so pure and devoted that it translated onto the ice like no other pair when it came time for the olympics.

“you ready sweets?” satoru breathed out as you both stood in front of each other by the outside of the rink with interlaced fingers, shaking each other’s jitters out. “no matter what happens, we’ve already come so far and done so much, okay? we’ve done what we needed to do.”

“mhm!” you quickly nodded, satoru leaning down before you both rested your foreheads against each other’s with massive smiles on your faces, thunderous cheers echoing throughout the giant arena totally drowned out in your ears as you stared into satoru’s sparkling blue eyes.

“make aki proud.” you repeated softly, and he nodded, you hoping once again she was watching over you both.

you both stuck your pinkies out at the same time and looped them together.

“birds of a feather?” satoru beamed.

“birds of a feather.”

and you kissed your thumbs before sealing your promise.

you both watched the pair that you were going right after perform their routine, beautiful and difficult as you gnawed at your bottom lip in distress.

“toru…”

“yeah baby?”

“some of these pairs are crazy good…” you spoke over the music. “i’d honestly be happy with getting in the top twenty i don’t know if we can—”

satoru scoffed and shook his head, a sly smile as he looked over the rink with his arms crossed.

“nah, we’d win.”

and just like akira had done in her final olympic year— in her final moments, you and satoru made it known that it was your debut, that you had been hungry and desperate for this moment since the ages of six and seven, that you’d been raised and trained by a four-time olympic gold medalist for a decade as you executed the most technical and intricate moves and turns, you and satoru moving as one on the ice and identical as he took your hands and glided on the ice with you, raw emotion in your expressions that read love so clearly that it was impossible to miss.

with each lift, with each time satoru took you in his arms and spun, and with each time he simply held you close and tenderly to his chest as his blades scrapped across the ice with your pretty bows in his view— were all reminders for the two of you that partner figure skating was nothing without satoru and nothing without you.

the privilege of having another way to convey just how much you loved each other through the language of artistic expression and skates and ice, through the feel of each other’s skin, was one you nurtured and looked after and loved as the wind whipped through you and satoru due to the speed of your skates, performing quadruple axels like nothing while dropping the jaws of other figure skating pairs.

and because of this fact alone, how you both truly appreciated each other’s entities and had the indescribable power to correlate that into competitive sport—

was the reason why you and satoru won gold that day.

you and him, on your knees, gripping and hugging one another so hard and crying tears of joy as you both had come so far and gone through so much to get to where you were now, your dream now a complete and total reality as you stepped up onto that podium during the medal award ceremony just like akira had done— representing your country excellently with a big fat gold medal hung over your necks and a big fat kiss from satoru as he lip locked with you up there, flashings of cameras and bouquets and teddy bears scattered all throughout the ice in dismay.

“i love you!” satoru yelled to you over the roaring as you waved at the crowd, your mothers crying and blowing their noses and taking pictures from the edge of the rink as you and satoru cackled and pointed at them.

“i love you, toru!”

“no like seriously!” he put his waving hand down. “i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. thank you for recognizing that i have love and dreams too baby and for not forgetting about me even when i’ve been the most annoying dipshit of your life.”

“you’ve never been that to me my god toru! where is this coming from?” he hopped off the podium once you two were given the all clear and he held a helping hand out for you to take, you doing so and carefully stepping down.

“reeaally?” he cheesed, cheeky and silly as his big pearly white smile made your cheeks flush. “so you love me then?”

“i literally would not be with you if i didn’t—”

“hooray!” he cheered, throwing his arms up as flower petals flew from his bouquets and around. “my girlfriend loves me! and we’re gonna have rough passionate olympian sex in our hotel room—”

“toru!—”

the love you and satoru shared wasn’t something silly like ‘i like you, you like me.’

it was call me when you get home.

have you eaten yet?

here, let me help you.

whatever you need.

yours and satoru’s souls were exactly the same— blended, intertwined, and stubbornly knotted together as no amount of tug and pull could unravel you both apart, satoru finding over the years that loving you was like muscle memory from the moment he met you, his nerves and reflexes gravitating him towards you on the ice that first time even when he knew there was a huge chance of him slipping and falling, but not being afraid of it at all as long as he just got to you, convinced he knew you in another life as you just felt so familiar the moment he saw your pretty little face.

and you’re so glad that he did get to you… that he stayed with you.

fourteen years of ice cream trips and sleepovers and horror movies from the moment you were teeny tiny babies to adults, experiencing the hardships of your teenage years of loss and grief, to then adulthood and college as you had the privilege of learning to navigate it with another being that was just like you, two little birds with no sense of direction other than to each other.

and it was all thanks to one woman and one woman alone.

“i honestly believe that if she was there, she would’ve brought one of those confetti poppers with dye in it and set it off.” you commented, you and satoru sitting on the grass at her grave site as you leaned your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours, having literally just come off the plane from being at the olympics— your countries olympic button up thick jackets adorning your figures as your gold medals gleamed radiantly against the sun.

“i wish she was there.” satoru hummed, and you nodded softly in agreement.

“me too… but i’m sure she was! as a little birdie.”

he chuckled, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers as you stared at her tombstone like you’d done so many times before already… except this time it was bittersweet, you having accomplished what the three of you had strived so hard for at last.

“i miss her.” you murmured. “i miss her cussing.”

your eyes flickered down to her peace offerings, the little snow angel trinket you had gotten her still pretty and glossy and her as it sat happily on her stone platform.

satoru picked his head up and kissed the top of your head, propping his chin up on it.

“i miss her too baby.” he responded softly. “everyday.”

“but— i can’t thank her enough for giving us the bullets to fire with for skating.. y’know..” you ran the pad of your index finger along her tombstone, rough and scratchy as you traced little hearts along the edges.

“and she brought us closer together, did she not?” satoru pointed out.

she did.

a woman who was clumsy and loud and erratic with the biggest potty mouth you had ever heard that was passed down to you and satoru in the blink of an eye… but man did she know what love was as she taught it to you and reminded you both of exactly what it was each and every day.

you and satoru had accepted the fact that your hearts would never be whole again, for akira had taken half of them elsewhere and into the depths of the unknown.

but you were okay with that. completely and utterly okay with that.

for love had no limits.

you wanted her to keep it, as you and satoru stitched the remaining halves of your hearts together to create a new whole, as there was no one else you both would rather have that part of you with them forever besides akira.

and yours and satoru’s stitched up hearts grew increasingly bigger and fonder even after a couple of years later, even after winning three more olympic gold medals, you and him back at the same place in front of akira’s grave like always, sitting and laughing and chatting— but with two little baby toddlers that were half of you and half of satoru as they blubbered on about ‘mama aki’ and her trophies, a delicate twinkling ring on your finger and a golden band around satoru’s as your little family had a picnic over her final resting place.

“papa!” your son exclaimed, satoru immediately turning his attention to him in the midst of scarfing down a turkey sandwich.

“yes my offspring?”

you playfully glared at your husband.

“why do your eyes look scarier in the day?”

“HAH!” you slapped a hand over your mouth to hush your cackling, satoru’s face absolutely taken aback and offended.

“they do!” your daughter giggled. “they do! they do!—”

“baby do something!” satoru whined, shoulders slumping as he threw his head back. “i’m being bullied by five year old’s!”

you giggled and kissed his cheek, his pout quickly turning into a soft little grin as his face flushed pink.

“but your papa’s eyes are pretty you guys! and they match yours!”

“mmm— nope! scary!”

your two twin toddlers giggled uncontrollably as they thought being mean to their dad was the funniest thing in the world, you laughing with them as satoru flopped back dramatically and completely laid down on the grass with his eyes looking straight up at the bright sky.

“s’okay.” he spoke flatly. “if even my pretty little wife thinks my suffering is funny i’ll just burn my eyes to a crisp—”

“toru!” you slapped his knee. “too graphic in front of the kiddies.”

“but my suffering!—”

“mommy mommy!” your daughter tugged at your sleeve and pointed to the top of akira’s tombstone, a cute perfect white and brown bird perched up on the edge and peering curiously at the four of you, the creature not alarmed whatsoever of your children’s sudden movements as they scrambled to get closer to it.

satoru propped himself up with an elbow and stared before you both locked eyes, knowing growing smiles on your faces as he fully sat up— leaning and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting it linger.

aki.

and it was like you and satoru were reminded again of your promise that you still told each other every day.

a promise that consisted of your years together… of your love, of your undying fervor of sticking together, of your need of keeping each other safe…

of birds of a feather.

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delirious state - Luke Hughes

summary; Luke Hughes x reader

Luke gets injured and the painkillers kick him into a delirious state, which is quite funny.

warning(s); mention of injury, it's more fluff and funny, real head injuries are no fun! , maybe grammar errors

author's note; old but good! 4/4 fics done! Good night everyone ✨

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"Luke Hughes left the game and is on the way to get medical help".

This is how the disaster began. You stand in the emergency department waiting for Luke, completely worried and walking circles. "Mrs. Hughes? Mr. Hughes asked for you", an older nurse speaks with papers under her arm. You didnt know you're his wife but you're completely fine with that. Together with his nurse you arrive on a station where you can smell the typical disinfection scent.

"I'll leave you alone with your husband. Our doctor had to sew a wound on his head, two broken rips and a swollen nose. Because of the medical drugs and painkillers he can speak confused. He needs to rest. Are there any questions?", the nurse looks up from her pinning map with all informations, you don't care right now. You want to know if he's okay. "No i just want to see my husband, thank you". The nurse nods and walks back where they came from.

Quietly you open the door, afraid to wake Luke. Your poor Lukey. But damn you're wrong. Your poor Lukey smiles high and looks at you absolutely awake. He has a black eye, a neck support and plaster on his head where the doctors had to shave his head. He looks not good, hockey is a dangerous sport.

"Hey babbbyyy! Nice to see you", he waves with his hand and his voice sounds higher than usual.

"Hey, are you okay? My poor Lukey. Your family will be here in one hour. Traffic", you pet his curly hair and sit on his bed. "Oh yeah. Do you want to go to the cinema with me?", Luke smiles again not knowing what he tells. "You're not in the condition so I don't think", you giggle. It feels like you talk to a child. "You are soooo pretty", Luke does a gesture to show how much and curls your hair with his finger.

"You are pretty, too. Even with your destroyed face", you smirk. Luke is never that cheesy but as long he won't get angry you tolerate it.

"I really wanna have sex with you", he says without warning. It's atypical for him, he's very shy.

"Baby I dont think that works out right now",

"but whyyy?", Luke gets tearful.

"You have an head injury!".

"You think I'm a sucker in bed!", he replies in a stubborn tone.

"No don't get me wrong!", you never imagined you both have this conversation in the hospital one day.

"Yes you do. I'm lucky I married you before you could leave me because of that", his monitor signals louder because his heartbeat gets faster.

"You really need to rest and chill baby", you hope the topic is closed now.

"Just if you tell me you want to have Sex with me too!", you roll your eyes. "I won't say this!", you place your hands on your hip. A nurse comes in and controls his vital values until he speaks out, "Marriage is hard", he huffs. The nurse laughs off.

"We're not married. Before we reach this step you have to ask me!", your poor nerves. Honestly you need a drink to get through this. And chocolate cake.

Luke wants to stand up out of his bed, "babyyy lets go! I'm ready to get some actionnn with youu", he tipsy says. Luke's cheeks are rosy and and he looks like he gets fever. You lovely push him back to bed. "Lukey I love having sex with you but god damn lay down or I'll cain you on this bed!".

"Uhh I love when you take control", he smirks.

"Man you knocked out on ice and all you can think is about this?! and y'all say I'm the cheeky one!", you turn around behind you, hearing a familiar voice. It was his older brother.

Ellen, Jim and Jack watched this amused scenario. "Mooom", Luke groans. Ellen goes straight to his bed, hugs him and strokes his curly hair. "Can I help you with something? It looked really bad!", his mother says. "Why have you to interrupt me and my wife? Its getting hot in there", Luke is outraged.

"Lukey its fever and no sexual attraction, I'm sorry guys, he's dazed from the drugs", you try the best to get out of his embarrassing moment. "Mooom?", he calls her name again in a wailing way. "Yes?", she holds his other hand and focused. "Can I borrow your ring? I need to do a proposal". Ellen don't know what to say. Jim stays quite in the cornor as opposed to Jack. He grins the whole time and records some videos. "I have to send this to Quinn! Made my day!".

"Don't be so mean", Jim replies. "Daaaadddd?", comes from the big boy in bed. Jim steps next to Ellen, looking down to his son. "Why I'm the third one and not the first child? Didn't you make any effort to get me?", he whines. "Can't believe my smartest son asks such a stupid question", Jim shakes his head and hugs Luke, too. They don't care about this delirious state, the ony thing that matters is, he's okay. (Of course Jack will show their whole family these videos later).

[cosmorandom]

Blade.. Pet name.. Ship list.. thing... Idk

I'm on a bit of a Blade sugar rush because I'm trying to cope not getting his newest SSR. I am a simple man, and my mind immediately went to "what pet names would he use for the other clan members".

We know Blade already has his nicknames for everyone, but what if we added some of that magical shipping salt in there?

Eiden - Darling (duh)

Yakumo - Sweetie Because he IS very sweet and I'm sure Blade would take notice of that <33 BUT!! I will say, Baobei also seems like something right up Blade's alley....

Edmond - Baby I think it'd be rlly funny to see Edmond freaking out because his robot boyfriend just loudly proclaims "BABBBYYY!!! ARE YOU ON PATROL?????" In the middle of the street without any shame

Olivine - Dear/My dear this one just feels fitting. It's sweet, it's endearing but also somehow modest. Olivine would like that

Quincy - Honey because why?? Well honey can found in forests and made by little yellow insects. I'm sure Blade would look at a fuzzy little bee and think "look!!! It looks just like honey!!" And Quincy replies "no it doesn't."

Kuya - Master OKAY let me try and explain my thought process here. I feel Blade would've come up with something.. well, Blade-y. Something cute, something intimate, something embarrassing and Kuya would NOT like that. It'll take some A-grade manipulation and tampering of E-droid decision-making, but eventually Kuya would convince Blade to refer to him with something respectable, so, Master it is! Plus, with Kuya, there's gotta be some sort of "hierarchy" or power imbalance at play.

Garu/Karu - Pookie-Pup/Almighty Karu had to do a bit of creative thinking on these ones. For Garu, I feel like pookie would be cute, juvenile, cheesy and perfect!! And because of puppy boy reasons, I glued on the "-pup" on there. As for Karu, he, too, would have demanded to called Master, but since Blade can't have two masters, they settled on "Almighty Karu". Karu is very, very happy and proud of this, he successfully has a new slave! A robot slave! Humanity will surely fear him now! As for Blade, he's just happy to be here.

Dante - Lord Cutiepie Blade thinks it's perfect, Dante hates it, and Eiden and Aster are trying not to roll on the floor laughing. It's Lord Jackass but evolved through the power of love!! Don't worry guys, Dante will come to like it someday.

Rei - Boo it's cheesy and embarrassing, but Rei couldn't care less. Whatever makes Blade show up on his dissecting table

Aster - Little Sweetheart Aster proposed this himself! Blade at first didn't want to call him sweetheart, due to him already being Darling's little sweetheart, but Aster said he can be everyone's little sweetheart! ....But also because "Sugar Daddy" is a horrible pet name.

Morvay - Sugarplum plums are cute and purple! Just like Morvay! It's perfect! It's also perfect because Blade had been using "dumb cockslut" prior to "Sugarplum" without knowing what it meant, and everytime Blade called Morvay, the incubus would pop a boner right then and there and quite frankly, made everyone else in the mansion uncomfortable. Luckily, Eiden and Olivine gave him some safer options.

Now back to grinding those gems... One day you'll come home blade...

[ilovefandoms102]

How Do You Love Somebody Else?

Pairing: Daniel Seavy x Plus Size Reader

Summary: He loves me, he loves me not?

Note: A request from one of my dear friends😁

Warnings🛑: angst, friends to lovers(?), Daniel is kind of an asshole(?), mentions of alcohol, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication(everyone is of legal drinking age), mentions of drugs, smut(dom/sub aspects, dubcon/noncon aspects, degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex(f,m), slight choking)

Somehow your friends talked you into going to Coachella, mostly Daniel begging with his puppy eyes you couldn’t resist. It wasn’t a secret the two of you had been crushing hard on each other for the past 3 months now. There had been lots of shared kisses and nights spent in each other’s arms.

Little did you know that was all about to change…

The first night of the festival was incredible, the music and all around atmosphere along with your friends made the night complete. Things with Daniel seemed normal until a girl you’d never seen before started coming around. Apparently everyone knew her but you…and she seemed especially cozy with Dani.

You felt your blood boil when he ditched you to be with her, holding her hand like he did with you, holding her in his arms…just like he did with you. Then you saw him kiss her, and that was the last straw.

The alcohol that you consumed seemed to only heighten your anger, when you walked past the lovebirds, Dani was calling your name. You whipped around ready to rip into him but something stopped the words from leaving your lips.

“Where you headed?” he asked, those blue eyes staring into your soul.

“None of your fucking business, you’re such a player Daniel Seavy, I NEVER want to speak to you again.” you said, so angry you weren’t sure how you managed to not burst into tears.

“What? Babe, no it’s-I-” he attempted to reach for you, but your feet carried you further away.

“I should have known, god I was so stupid.” you whispered to yourself, turning away from the man you’d fallen for and sped walked back to your car.

You didn’t make it far until you felt a hand grab your elbow, yanking you in another direction. Squealing up at your assailant, no surprise, Daniel.

“Let go of me!” you hissed, his grip only tightened.

“Daniel!” you screeched, gasping when he shoved you against the back of a building far from the festivities.

“Shut up,” he growled, smashing his lips to yours.

You wanted to melt against him, but you remembered seconds ago he was with that other girl. Shoving at his shoulders, you tried to pry your mouth away from his intoxicating lips. The disadvantage was he was so much taller and a lot stronger than you, meaning he dodged your attempts by only pressing you further into the wall.

“You’re such a fucking brat, so needy for me.” he grinned, the humiliation of his words coursed a fire through you.

“Get off me!” you snapped, attempting again to get away.

Daniel forced his leg between yours, lifting you slightly in his arms. Now, you had no possible way of escaping. His eyes were blown out, lust and desire clouding over them.

“Can’t stand for anyone to have my attention but you huh baby?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Fuck you! Why don’t you go back to your new toy?!” you hissed, squirming in his arms as you knew what he was doing was turning you on so much.

You were disgusted with yourself for wanting him so bad.

“You’re my toy, admit it. You want this, you like it don’t you?” he taunted, skimming his nose up your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as his tongue tasted your skin, wanting nothing more than just him. He could definitely feel how wet you’d gotten, your skirt had ridden up so his thigh was right against your soaking core.

“Babbbyyy?” Daniel called, kissing your sweet spot as his finger traced up your thigh.

“N-No,” you whimpered, knowing full and well you were lying.

Daniel chuckled maliciously as he yanked at your panties, immediately feeling at your wetness now soaking his thigh and fingers. You wiggled your hips, gasping when he inserted two of his incredibly long fingers inside of you. They curled and felt around your walls, finding the places that had you moaning uncontrollably.

“Hmmm, your pretty pussy is telling me something different my love.” he whispered, his breath causing goosebumps along your neck.

“Dani-please,” you whined, unsure of what exactly you were wanting.

It’s almost like he could sense your struggle of wanting and not wanting what was happening, but he didn’t care. He would have you like he’s always wanted. You belonged to him he was certain of that. No one compared to what you made him feel. Dani smiled as he pecked your lips sweetly before pulling away completely, a desperate sound escaping your lips as they pouted up at him.

“Get on your knees my little slut.” he demanded with a sinister smile that made you shiver.

Of course you listened, watching as he shoved his pants and boxers down to free his huge cock. Your mouth watered as you stared in awe at this beautiful man in front of you. Dani pulled you back to reality when he quite literally shoved himself down your throat, yanking your hair forward until your nose touched his skin. You couldn’t help as you gagged and choked around him, gripping his thighs as you tried to pull back.

“Holy fuck baby, your mouth is just as heavenly as I knew it would be.” he moaned, thrusting his hips back and forth.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even as they blurred from tears, the way his face looked as he felt your tongue twirling was something you wanted to see again and again for the rest of your life. He finally pulled out to let you breathe, spit drooling down his cock and your chin as you coughed.

“I’ll cum down your throat another time baby, want the first time to be in you.” Daniel said as he lifted you back up.

It was ten times hotter how he was able to toss you around like his little doll despite you being bigger than most girls. He held you back up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist before plunging into you hard enough to draw a gasp from your lips.

“Fuck me-you’re fuckin’ perfect, my perfect baby.” Daniel groaned in your ear.

“Dani-baby, please move I need it.” you whimpered, hanging on for dear life as he took you to pound town.

Both of you couldn’t contain the illicit moans as Dani drove hard and fast into your sopping pussy, your warm walls pulsated around his cock as it hit your gspot instantly.

“You’re mine-don’t you ever fuckin’ forget that, you hear me?” he growled, biting down on your lower lip until you both tasted the tangy metallic of your blood.

His hand wrapped around your throat gently, squeezing lightly as his eyes stared into yours.

“Answer me my little slut.” he commanded, moaning when you nodded your head fast.

“Say it,” he hissed, his thrusts becoming more staggered from being close to the edge.

“I’m yours Dani! I’m yours, I’ll always be yours!” you cried out, shuttering as your orgasm hit you at that very second.

Daniel kept up through your orgasm, reaching his thumb down until he found your clit. He rubbed in harsh circles, making your legs shake around him as you tried your best to wiggle out of his arms.

“You’re not going anywhere baby, not until I’m done with you.” he whispered.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you gave up and let him have his way with you, and it lasted all night long…

The next morning, you woke up not only extremely hung over, but between your legs was so sore you weren’t sure if you could even get up. Reaching for your phone, you felt arms tighten around you. Looking back, your eyes widened when you saw bright blonde, fluffy hair next to you.

You must have passed out after he was finally done, you thought he’d left. When you tried to scoot away, he only pulled you further against him.

“Stay,” he mumbled, snuggling his face in your neck leaving tiny kisses where he’d marked you last night.

“Dani, stop.” you whispered, the blonde opening his beautiful eyes looking up at you confused.

“You completely ditched me for another girl you were all over.” you said, your voice wavering as you remembered him holding her in his arms.

“I know-I-…I’m so so sorry baby, please believe me. I love you, I’ve been in love with you forever and I’m so stupid.” he confessed, your heart pounding as he continued.

“There’s no excuse for what I did and I’m sorry, but please believe me it’s only you. When you yelled at me, I realized it all at once. I feel so guilty because I’ve only ever loved you.” he said honestly, leaning his forehead to yours.

“You really are stupid,” you whispered again, a smile on your lips that Dani mimicked.

“Yeah, yeah now come here.” he rolled his eyes as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“Oh, and I love you too.” you giggled, kissing him again and again until you were lost in the sheets just him and you-no one else.

[jaemsun00]

NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though” 

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the  events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the  silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

[jiminslostjam]

enhypen reaction s/o is a tomboy

pairings-enhypen x gender neutral reader

genre-fluff headcanon short drabble

au-hi my loves! I'm temporarily back from my hiatus in still not in the greatest mind set but I decided writing will do me some good! so for the time being enjoy!

warnings-none

heeseung

-he thinks no matter what you look great

-since you like more "boyish" clothing he loves shopping with you

-he thinks you suit the style really well

"baby let's go here" heeseung pointed to a store "sure let's go" you started off looking in the female section and nothing caught your eye until heeseung brought over a graphic tee with zombies and guns on it and a cool chain belt to go with it " you like" he said smiling eagerly"definatly you should get it" y/n said "not for me,for you silly" he said "ohhhh okay yeah" so you ended up buying a bunch of graphic tees and cool belts and accessories to go with them.

jay

-okay he LOVES it

-he thinks the tomboy style suits you so well

-he loves that you don't always drag him to girly stores but also stores he shops at not like he minds when you do its just a nice change

you and jay were on a shopping day for his birthday he decided he wanted to go to the mall with you "baby want to go to hot topic I want some new shirts" he said already knowing you would agree " yeah sure I need new shirts too" with that being said you held hands and walked around the store looking at all the graphic tees and accessories,you found a bunch of rings and knecklases as well as some cool shirts that caught your eye. even tho it was his birthday he still refused to let you pay.

sunghoon

-he likes it

-you suit the style well

-he lowkey sometimes steals your shirts

-makes you play sports with him

"baby" sunghoon wined "hmm" y/n hummed "I wanna go play soccer" he said latching onto y/n's arms "okay,so go play soccer im busy baby" y/n said typing on there computer " nope you're coming with me and you get no choice" he said dragging y/n out of the door with a soccer ball " you know you love me" he said smiling looking back at them " yes I do even when you bug me" y/n smiled

jake

-SKATEBORDING DATES

-he always takes you skateboarding or bike riding because he knows you aren't afraid of getting dirty

-loves it

-but he also loves when you get girly sometimes

y/n finished packing the food for their picnic with their boyfriend Jake, you guys were getting ready to go on a skateboard date together "baby" jake shouted from the bedroom "yeah" y/n shouted back closing the basket "are you ready to go" he said smiling while walking with their too skateboards in his hands "yes I just finished" they smiled "alrighty let's go baby"

sunoo

-he still makes you do skincare with him

-he thinks you look beautiful regardless

-buys you lots of accessories

"babbbyyy" sunoo whined "no I don't want to sunoo you know I hate dresses" y/n laughed making sunoo pout and do puppy dog eyes "no,no don't you dare give me those cute eyes sunoo" y/n said whining "please baby just for a few minutes and than you can change back into normal clothes" he said making y/n sigh "fine 10 minutes and you get 2 pictures that's it"

jungwon

-he thinks of it as its your body your choice

-so if you want to wear edgy clothing or if you want to wear chains than you do it

-he likes how you dress for yourself

-it makes him happy that you feel confident

y/n was currently getting ready for the day when jungwon walked in stopping in awe "wow you look so amazing baby that shirt looks great with your ripped jeans" he said back hugging y/n making them smile "thank you baby" y/n said smiling picking up a gold chain knecklase they put it on "it's the one you bought me on our first date" y/n said "I remember that day,im glad you still wear it" jungwon smiled

niki

-he loves it

-he is absolutely in love with you and seeing you dress in clothing you feel confident in makes him so happy

you guys were walking outside when you came across a muddy pile in the front yard looking at each other you took your shoes and socks off and jumped right in,you guys do this often because you think it's fun to do although heeseung will scold you for getting your clothes dirty you guys don't care at the end of the day you guys enjoyed doing these things because you got great memories out of it. "baby no" niki laughed when y/n fell in the mud pile "niki oh my God help me get up" y/n laughed and than all of a sudden niki slipped falling right beside them "well this is just great" than heeseung comes running outside and started laughing "what will we every do with you guys"

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

Sup dearie I'm asking for a hc for Shino Aburame with the daughter of Orochimaru. I love your work so much

Hiii babbbyyy! I hope u liiikkee!!

~Shino is SHOOK

~You’re whose kid???

~Naw, man

~Kinda interested in it though

~Like.. do you have the same qualities that your father does??

~Yes, you do!

~And now he’s amazed

~How did you get so cool??

~Also, you’re kind of an outcast

~I mean your father is the nastiest snake man EVER

~So Shino relates to you

~He is an outcast too, and he knows what it feels like 

~People don’t forget about you, they just actively avoid you

~Except for Shino

~Shino is there for you on your worst days

~He’s literally the best friend that you could have ever asked for (yes, I said friend. You ain’t together yetttt.)

~Something changes one night when you start questioning why you even stayed in this village with all these people who treat you like a monster because of what your father did

~Shino of course listens to the full rant and doesn’t complain ONCE

~And then he states, without looking at you, “I’m glad you stayed.” 

~And now, as you stare at your best friend, you realize

~You’re glad you stayed too

~Even if you get treated wrongly, Shino will always have your back

~And you don’t think you could ever love someone as much as you love him 

~Awwwwwweeee

~We love supportive baabbyy Shinnoooo

[starryseung]

Ivyyyyyy babbbyyy, can i please request a changbin scenario where yn and changbin are at a club and things get heated until your ex steps in ti protect you and it turns into a fight ahhhhhh ♡♡♡

seo changbin + suggestive

word count: 1.3k words

[00:39]

You were buzzed.

Not only from drinking electric drinks all night, but also from drowning under the looks of a stranger not too far away from you. He had his hands perched up on the wooden bar table, and he talked casually to his companion and the bartender as if he was a regular here. His friend leans over to whisper something in his ear, drunkenly pointing over in your direction and after a while of searching, your eyes finally meet his for the first time that night.

He smirks and sends a wink your way, and you nervously bite your lip and look away, breaking the eye contact. He turns back to his friends and cocks his head your way, signing himself out of the conversation. You glance back at him, only to find him missing. You search around for him, and find him bustling through the large sweaty crowd.

He walks over to you, the playful smirk not leaving his lips. You feel his hot presence next to you and you spare him a sultry look, before placing back your drink on the table with a soft thud under the booming music of the bar. He rests his elbow on the high table, taking in your figure with his hungry eyes, before asking,

“Like a dance?”

“I’d love to.”

And soon enough you and the complete stranger move over to the dance floor, swaying your hips side to side as he holds you. He takes things slow, moving his hands up to your waist and holding onto them as he himself dances to the funky beat. He spins you around and makes you face him, muscular arms never leaving your hips. You chuckle softly when he pulls you closer to him, his hot breath dancing on your lips. You smile when you feel him lean in, finally closing the gap between you two.

His lips move on yours in sync. It’s passionate and full of lust, similar to how one of his hands moves against the small of your back, the other at the junction of your shoulders. You smile into the kiss when you feel his hand run lower, resting on the flesh of your butt. He breaks the heated kiss to move the two of you to a relatively isolated part of the club, where people were less, but the stench of the alcohol was stronger. You grin when you reach your destination, pulling him back for a deeper kiss. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. Either it was the alcohol acting up, or the addicting feeling of his plump lips on yours, but you definitely didn’t mind since this was probably going to end up being more than a one night stand. His hand resumes squeezing your butt, small whimpers erupting you occasionally. A small thud, and your back is against the wall of the club, Changbin touching you up and down in all the right places. 

He grinds his hips against yours, dropping his head at your shoulders while biting and sucking at the soft skin. You throw your head back, whines and groans leaving your mouth endlessly. You couldn’t stop yourself, and you could feel yourself losing it due to the overwhelmingly slow pace this unknown man was using to go down on you.

You tug on his hair and lift your chest up in his face, whining louder this time to make your request be heard— though it didn’t make a difference due to the blasting music. He groans and bucks his hips into yours, and just when you feel him dropping his fingers inside your short skirt, he pulls away from you. Or more like he was forcefully pulled away from you by the one man you never expected to meet in a million years.

“Sungjoon? What are you doing here!—”

“You… You asshole! How dare… you! You touch my, my girlfriend!”

Changbin looks at you flabbergasted. None of this made sense to him. He didn’t care that this drunk man just called him an asshole. Why were you at a club— alone —making out with someone when you already had a boyfriend!

“I’m not your girlfriend Sungjoon, we broke up a year ago! Stop being pathetic and latching onto me like this!”

Changbin catches up on the situation, realizing what was unfolding ahead of him. And thus, being a gentleman beneath all his horny self, he comes up to protect you.

“I’m sorry sir, I think there’s a misunderstanding? She broke up with you, so she isn’t your girlfriend anymo—”

“You… dick! How dare you… you say that! Y/n ple…please, come back to… come back to me. Everyday is a… everyday is hell without you. You’re mine! And I will… And I will prove it!”

Your drunk ex fumes, crocodile tears threatening to fall from his sockets. To your horror, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards himself. Your eyes go wide, shocked at the audacity and shamelessness of this man in front of you. You turn around to call Changbin, but hear a shriek from Sungjoon. Blood runs down your ex’s nose, and a few patches stick onto Changbin’s knuckles. 

“I told you to fucking leave the lady, and so you listen to me. Don’t mess with me or her.” 

Sungjoon gets up, cleaning his bloody nose with the back of his hand. He doesn’t stop his attempts, still trying to take you back.

“You motherfucker! You think punching me… makes you more… more of a man? I’m gonna show you… I’m gonna show you who the real man is!”

Sungjoon throws a punch against his opponent, who easily dodges it. He grabs a hold of his arm and pushes it back, making Sungjoon weak easily due to his subconscious state of mind, and he flunks back down on the ground, incoherently mumbling profanities and your name as he breathes harshly. He gets up, fumbling on his feet and Changbin scoffs. 

“You don’t learn from your mistakes, do you?”

Changbin storms forward to hold up his weakling of an opponent against the wall he had you propped up against mere minutes ago. He grabs him by the collar and riles him up against the concrete, fumes rising from his head. He leaves one hand to throw a punch across his cheeks, but Sungjoon, for once, reflexes rather quickly and brings up his knee to the shorter man’s chest. 

Changbin stumbles back, but his anger rises. He couldn’t believe his eyes, that this stupid drunk dickhead had the guts to kick him. 

“You fucking a—”

Changbin’s movements are stopped by his friends he had been sitting with earlier. He grunts and tries to break free from his friend’s restraints, flailing around helplessly. The guards rush towards the small gathering, pulling Changbin apart from him. They kick all three of you out of the place, and Sungjoon hopelessly sits back down on the pavement resting his head against the brick wall, as you and Changbin walk away. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go through tha— oh my god!” You gasp when you take account of the small gash of blood on Changbin’s temples. He looks at you confused before trying to figure out what shocked you, touching up his face cautiously. He hisses when his fingers come in contact with the cut, immediately retracting his hand away from it. He stiffens his shoulders and goes back to walking, realizing he would fix it after going home.

“So, y/n, huh? I’m Changbin by the way.” 

“Oh! My cousin’s name is Changbin too! He’s more on the asshole side though.” You laugh along with his chuckles. Once you two reach your doorstep, you realize you should fix his cut, since it was the least you could do. 

“Could you please come over at my place? I’ll clean up your wound. I really feel bad for our first meeting…” you query. Changbin cocks his eyebrow, evil smirk dancing on his lips.

“Are you sure you’re only gonna clean up my wound? We can do more, you know.”

—

a/n: welcome to the first fic that I’ve ever written in one sitting with zero distractions.

[crankgameplaysgifs1]

Forensics babbbyyy

Okay so I’m gonna nerd out here so keep scrolling if you don’t want to read this lol

So I asked if you guys would be interested in me talking about my major, and a couple of you did! @drowninginsideofmymind​ and @staffyouresobadatrunningawebsite (I cannot tag you for some reason)

I’m now a junior in college working towards my bachelor of science in forensic science. I chose this path because A) yes, I do love all the crime shows and have watched most of them, but B) I just think it’s really cool and really fun! 

This major is really tough, I’m not going to lie. BUT IT’S GOING TO BE SO WORTH IT!!! If you guys are interested in forensics these are some of the classes you may be taking---

Some more forensic-heavy classes I’ve taken so far include crime scene processing, forensic photography and reconstruction, and physical evidence analysis. I’ll be taking toxicology, body fluid and DNA analysis, and more in the future. 

Last year, I had a bunch of boring gen ed classes like university foundation, english 1 and 2 (even though I had taken AP englishes in high school already, smh), precalc and calculus (already took those in high school) and a general science course. I also took advanced biology (again basically just a repeat of the AP bio I had taken in HS, but whatever). This year, however, was entirely different and seriously challenging. 

First semester, I had general chemistry 1 and its corequisite lab. I also had crime scene processing and the corequisite lab for that, and anatomy & physiology and the coreq A&P lab as well. I took a communications course as well, but only to fill the gen ed communication credit lol. 

This semester, I had general chemistry 2 and the lab, statistics, forensic photography and reconstruction (a lecture/lab combo class) and physical evidence analysis and the coreq lab for that class. 

Next year, I’m going to be taking Organic chemistry and lab (level 1 first sem, level 2 in the spring), Molecular and cellular biology, and physics and its lab (again, level 1 physics in the fall, level 2 in the spring). I’ll also be taking biochemistry and its lab in the spring. 

Senior year, hopefully, will be much easier! I only have a few classes: Instrumental analysis and lab, genetics, toxicology, body fluid & DNA analysis, a couple electives, and my senior capstone (BIG senior project basically). 

My eventual goal is to become a CSI, a crime scene investigator/processor. I’ll be the person that rolls up in the crime scene van, searches the scene for evidence, packages it, and documents the scene. I’m so excited for the future. 

For now, I’m in Phoenix, AZ. The summer RIGHT after graduation (class of 2022 anyone?), I’m going to move across the country to the east coast-to the beach. I love the beach, and there’s a TON of CSI positions open on the East coast. Man I cannot STAND this freaking desert haha. I’m a beach person, and I’m stuck in the hottest state in the country. YUCK. 

Each of the classes in my major are vital to the world of forensics and will prepare me in different ways: 

-Any of the biologies: forensic biologists collect and analyze biological evidence found on clothing, weapons and other surfaces to determine the time and cause of death.

-Any of the chemistries: Chemistry is used in forensic science to uncover information from physical evidence. In criminal cases, chemists analyze substances such as blood, DNA and gunpowder residue to attempt to determine when and by whom the crime was committed. In civil cases, chemists analyze DNA to authenticate valuable products and to identify fraudulent activity. Chemists also determine information from unsolved crimes and mysteries of long ago through other means of DNA analysis.

-Physics: Important, for example, when analyzing movement through crime scenes. Shootings, blood spatter, and more are common applications of physics in forensics.

-Forensic photography/reconstruction: I learned how to photograph crime scenes and how forensic units (in coordination with detectives) recreate the scene through theory and science. 

-Physical evidence analysis: This is the other side of forensics-the job that I want only involves collecting the evidence. This class is about how different types of evidence are tested in the lab after I collect it. For example, how we can piece back together broken glass, and how arson evidence, body fluid evidence, and more are examined. 

-Crime scene processing: EASILY my favorite class. I learned how to walk through crime scenes and identify evidence, take notes, collect evidence, and document the scene. So much fun!! My final in this class was a mock homicide scene where we had to walk through and mark and find the evidence, collect it, and photograph the scene. 

-Others: Genetics (typing DNA in the lab, etc), instrumental analysis will help with how to work in a lab, and body fluid&DNA analysis is crucial in biological evidence. 

Here’s a fun vlog that really shows what my day to day life will be like in the future, if you wanna watch it: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3HW4m2KQV8

This major is putting me through a lot, to be honest. However, I love forensics, so I’m going to put myself through this degree-even if it kills me lol. 

If you guys love forensics or are interested, DON’T be discouraged! It is tough, but you learn so much and it’s so worth it. STUDY STUDY STUDY!! It kind of is a niche major, but it feels like a family to me. At my college, we all know each other because there are so few of us. There are a ton of resources out there for you. Please feel free to message me, even! (Message me on my main blog, @bossninja1 I can’t message people on here).

There are so many different jobs you could get with this degree: CSI, lab analysts, detectives, criminalists, and more. (And they pay really well too hehe 😉) 

I graduate in the spring of 2022 and I’m so excited for my future. I can’t wait to be a CSI and to finally be independent and move to my first apartment. I’m going beachfront babyyy! I don’t have a lot of money but I’m saving up and I know where I want to live already and I can’t wait. 

Here’s to the future, and here’s to the nerds!

[daisukekambeswaifu]

"Baby"

Bokuto X fem reader Bokuto

Note~You and him graduated together and have been dating for 2 years,He is the coach and you are the assistant coach  at Fukurodonai.

"Hey Hey Hey baby"he says walking into the kitchen to see you cooking and kisses you on the cheek and put his head on your shoulder and wraps his hand around your waist."Hi baby"you say smiling at him,"what are you cooking?"he asks looking at you,"Yakiniku your favourite"you say."Yes thanks babe"he says jumping up the gives you a kiss on the lips and you kiss back."your welcome,can you please help me set the table?"you say smiling at him,"Of course anything for the best girlfriend ever"he says walking over to the table and you are putting the food into plates.

"So how is your break?"he asks about to put food in his his mouth,"Well it's boring without you,but at least I can sleep"you say standing up to go wash plates."How about we do it?"he says smirking,"Calm down Bokuto"you say starting to wash dishes."But babbbyyy..."he says liking your neck,"Eek!Bokuto wait"you say as you're washing the plates faster.He sweeps you off your feet."Bokuto!"you say flustered and cover your face."Heh.works every time"he says walking into you and his room and throw you on the bed.

He lies down and you get on top of him and kiss him,you remove your shirt still kissing him then he sits up and unhooks your bra,he breaks the kiss to remove his shirt and all of a sudden you hear someone knocking."Damn,who is here this late"he says as he goes to get a robe,wears it  and goes out of the room you also go and wear your robe and also go to the door to see Kuroo and Kenma."Oh hey Y/N"Kuroo says smiling at you and Kenma waves."Oh hi Kuroo,Hi Kenma"you say smiling

"Let me guess you guys forgot we were coming"Kuroo says smirking and removing his shoes,"hehe"you say scratching your head . Kuroo and Kenma sit down on the couch."So how is our two favourite coaches?"Kuroo says while nudging Kenma because he was playing games."I'm actually on break but it's really boring without Bokuto"you say leaning on Bokuto."Yeah right"he says smirking as Kenma hits his hand."Shut up your embarrassing yourself"Kenma says as you and Bokuto are laughing at them.

Sowwy y'all for ending this here it's late and I had to re do it 3 times,while watching Balance: unlimited at the same time, and it got 🔥spicy🔥at the same time.I shall happily take requests so if you have any send me a message

[peach-pops]

hi emma ! if it’s not too much trouble, i’d like to request a matchup ! my pronouns are she/her and i’m pansexual (i’d prefer a male ship if you don’t mind :)). i’d love for my quirk to be related to the sea/water. not sure what’d that entail but it’s an idea 🤷🏽‍♀️ i’m 5’10 and a half, mixed, got some chub, i wear glasses, and some real curly black hair. i also have brown eyes 😌. i’m usually very reserved but if we click instantly then i just go with the flow. i’m disorganized- (1/?)

and quite emotional. i love giving out hugs but it’s mainly with ppl that i vibe with really well. i’m clingy to an extent and i loveee cuddles 🥺. not big on pda, hand holding and quick kisses are fine. i like to have more romantics moments private. i’m really sweet and kind (most of the time) and i love to help others. but i’m always shy and awkward 👉🏽👈🏽 when it comes to someone i find attractive or i like. i become PUTTY in whoever’s hands when they play with my hair. ESPECIALLY head-2/4 ||  massages. instant simp 😭i’m definitely a big spoon when it comes to cuddling (bc i’ve only had smaller s/o’s) so idk how it feels to be little. i just like the feeling of holding them 🥺 something that really pisses me off is someone speaking to me in a baby voice ?? if that’s what you’d call it ? i absolutely hate it lmfao. i mainly watch anime, read when i get a chance but i’d rather hang out with my closest friends. ig im a mix between an introvert and an extrovert. my favorite songs- (3/4) ||  are electric love by borns and everybody talks by neon trees, i also vibe heavy with post malone. i’ve done 7 seasons of colorguard and enjoyed every second of it. i feel like i have the aesthetic of a skater/bruh girl ?? i hope that makes sense lmao. i love making other people laugh and having fun, it makes me so happy seeing my friends laugh and having a good time 🥺 bc you never know when someone needs a pick-me-up to make their day better 😌 omg this is so long i’m sorry 😭😭 (4/4)

I totally relate to the massages and playing with hair UGHHHH and Omg you would absolutely hate me I use baby voices all time with my boyfriend and if I want to be extra annoying, I do a really bad British impression. Luckily, you can’t hear my voice over tumblr lmao. I hope you enjoy your matchup and Matchups are closed!

I ship you with Kaminari! 

You know how Kaminari always messes and plays with Ojiro’s tail? That is 100% him when he spots you in a crowd. 

 It doesn’t matter if you’re chilling in the common room on the couch in the middle of a conversation, this dude will just come up to you and start playing with your curls non-chalantly while you turn into absolute putty 

Even before you two started dating, he was always finding ways to be near you or mess with you. He would always beg you to let him try on your glasses and EVERYTIME, he puts them on and refuses to give it back to you. He thinks he’s being a flirt BLEH 

He knows you hate the baby voice thing but one time he decided to try it out and OOF

“ ~ Oh babbbyyy you look so cute in your little pajamas~”

YOU DID NOT HESITATE TO USE YOUR QUIRK TO DUMP WATER OVER HIM 

You always give him a hug in the morning, after breakfast, before and after class, basically all the time and even though you do it so often, he still short circuits cause girlfriend?!? touching him?!?! voluntarily?!? 

Oh we should talk about quirks cause while your personality match, there is a bit of a problem because of your quirk

Your quirk is Hydroblade: you have the ability to shape water into weapons like tridents, spears, or small bullet-like pellets 

Its a badass quirk but you both have to be careful around each other when fighting cause water + electricity is a DANGEROUS MIX. You two are trying to figure out a combo move together to try and add his current to your projectile water weapons but the last couple of times, your fingertips were so numb you couldn’t feel anything for hours 

BUT ANYWAY

He is such a fun boyfriend. He’s always cracking jokes with you and even if you don’t find it funny, you still admire his determination to keep trying to make you laugh. 

You on the other hand can make him laugh every single time and even though your goal sometimes is just to make him laugh, you usually are able to make others in your vicinity chuckle too ( Kaminari adores this about you cause it’s never a dull moment between the two of you so if he’s also dating someone who can make other people happy, he knows he hit the jackpot)

Kaminari also loves your style like the skater aesthetic is something he wishes he could pull off but he’s slowly getting there thanks to your help

He absolutely adores you and EVERYONE knows this like he makes it a point to show you off. Even though he seems pretty chill, he gets super serious when it comes to you and your safety. One time during a training exercise, Mineta suggested to leave you behind and Kaminari almost used his 2 million volts ON THE SUGGESTION ALONE

[un-criminal]

Idk if this quarantine got my mind all fucked up or what but I wanna babbbyyy. I know I'm young & have a lot to experience but I'd be so much happier experiencing life w a tiny little me along side me. Obviously I won't just go out & have a baby bc I'm nothing close to prepared & can barely care for myself rn but I'll be so happy when that time comes. I just think although babies are a lot of stress (trust me, it doesn't compare but I had to spend years helping my sister coparent my nephews & I've never been so fucking tired in my life plus for a long time I couldn't just give them back bc we LIVED TOGETHER) I think a baby would bring so much joy to my life. Having someone to wake up for, cook for, love unconditionally, care for, work for, watch them experience life for the first time, tell stories too, learn together, grow together, idk it warms my heart to think about. I can't wait to be in love or just to love myself so my baby can some day grow up in a loving home knowing they will always have somewhere to go. One day. I will be the happiest mother on the planet.

[namjoonsluna]

Twelve

"You ready for daddy?"

Destiny nods and he moves closer to her making her lay down on her back again. He lit a candy candle and let it burn for a bit. He lean towards her and sucks her face while massaging her pussy all at the same time. Once the candle was good and melted he grabbed it and let it drip on her chest and stomach then on her nipples.

She sucks in air and arch her back at the burning sensation. "Ooh you look so hot baby," he lean forward and suck one of her boobs into his mouth. "So sweet." He says as he ate the candy wax off of her nipples. She rubbed the back of his head encouraging him to continue his pleasures.

He slurped and licked all over her body causing her to moan his name. He loved her saying his name over and over. He drips more wax on her down to her vagina and her toes curl. He sits the candle down carefully and got into a better position and ate her alive.

She was screaming and he lift her right leg up and smacks her ass hard. "Silence!" He orders and she whimpers and nod. He went back to his feasting and she tried so far to be quiet but it was becoming impossible.

"Mm jagi...suck me." He says while coming up and grabbing the candy wax again. He dripped it on his penis and he groans out. Destiny sits back and watch his phallus twitch and her mouth waters. "Come here daddy's pretty lady. Come suck me, let me feel your throat baby."

Destiny crawls to him on the massage table and lay flat on her stomach with her right leg raised up a little bit. She grabbed his shaft and began to suck him into her mouth. His knees bucked because of how hard she guzzled him into her jaws. "Mm thank you baby, you're sucking me so well. Ooh such a good girl. Ooh thank you so much baby. Thank you, thank you aaaah thank you." He praises her.

Destiny's confidence shot through the roof because of Siwon's praises and moans. She deep throated him without gagging this time. He then grab her cheeks and caress her nose and lips. His ran his thumb over her eye lid admiring her face.

"How are you this pretty? It's so unreeeaall ah shit! I'm cumming!" He screamed and she stopped sucking him. His eyes shot open and a tear breached his right eye. "Babbbyyy whyyy?" He whined and she grabs him and take him to their bed. She laid him down and got on top of him.

She slides him into her and began to bounce. He grabbed her waist to help her ride him like he liked it. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately as he gently stroke her back. His arms wrap around her as she bounce her bottom up and down. He then flipped them over while still inside and pounded in her ruthlessly.

Her screams were heard throughout the building and they didn't care. They slobbered on each other lips and faces as they tongue kiss. Loud smacking sounds from them sucking face and their precious parts colliding together filled the penthouse. "Scratch me up baby." He tells her and she dug her nails into his tanned skin while he sucks on her neck.

"Ah Shit I'm about to cum baby." He says. "Cum in me please...let me feel you completely." Destiny says and that stunned Siwon, so much that he slowed down and stared at her. "Really? Are you sure?" He asked and she nods. He started to kiss her softly while going in and out of her slowly.

They shared such intimacy with each other and that's what got them close, other than them having almost every thing in common. Siwon came inside of her and they both laid there twitching and shaking. "S-Shit that was incredible." He stuttered.

They were so stuck they couldn't move. Siwon looked over to the wall clock and it read 3 am. Destiny was able to move now and she went to the kitchen to make fruit water. Siwon gets out the bed to stretch his body parts before walking to her and engulfing her into a back hug.

She smiled at his warmth as he held her. His musk scent was so intoxicating, she could get high off of it. "Mm I love you." He says pecking her neck, then tongue was added to that peck. Then the kisses got more sensual and he grinds his body into her roundness.

"Mmm stooop I'm trying to finish this." She whined but he didn't stop Siwon was still ever so horny and he couldn't help but want to be inside of her. Destiny chopped a piece a fruit pulling away then stuffed it into his mouth. She turned back around and wore a smirk on her face until she was turned around and lifted on top the island counter.

"Ah! What are you doing?" She screeched. And he ignored her by spreading her legs then began eating her with the peach in his mouth. She hollered out from the cold and hot feeling from his mouth and the fruit. He devoured her right there letting the fruit fall out of his mouth so he could focus solely on her sweetness.

She arched her back and then looked down at him as he was already looking up at her. That got her wetter just by staring into his dark dilated orbs. He started to pump himself while he was squatting down under her. He came back up and kissed her sloppily and they both moan into the kiss.

Siwon's phallus swollen and red from the lack of stimulation to it. It oozed pre-cum as they made out on the counter. He stopped kissing her and stuck two fingers into her mouth and she slobbered on them as if they were his penis. "Ooh shit, you look incredible doing that. Mmm such a good girl you are baby."

He praised and her eyes grew into a smile. He took his fingers out her mouth and a string of saliva came out as well. He was so tempted to suck his own fingers just to have her saliva in his mouth. He attacked her lips just so he could massage and finger her vagina.

She yelp a little but not to much because he swallowed her screams into their kiss. Once she was good and soaked he continued to kissed her then slid inside of her nice and slow. She threw her head back and let out a whimper. He grabbed the back of her neck and placed his thumb on her bottom lip.

He began to speed up his movements inside of her and she whimpers his name. "Hmm baby? Speak up." He says. "Siwon..I l-love y-you!" She tried shouting he grinned then attacked her lips while wrapping her legs around him. He picked her up and continued kissing and drilling her as he walked her to his tentra chair.

He pulls out and lay her on her stomach touching the chair as he gets behind her slipping back inside of her pussy. She grabbed onto the chair for dear life as he pound inside. "Ah! It hurts you're too deep." She gasps and he tried to slow down but he couldn't. He needed to feel her guts that was the point of the chair.

She continued to cry and moan at the same time. He slowed his pace down then stopping once he saw her tears fall. "Shit baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He said kissing her cheeks and she shakes her head no. "Keep going please, these are tears of pleasure." That's all he needed to hear before he ram back inside of her.

Her juices splashed onto his lap as he plowed her. "Destiny you're the best, the best I've ever had ahh! Fuck!" He grunts out and she screams as she cum from his words. He groans sexily as he came inside of her once again holding her body close to his still pumping in her. He was still so hard.

This time she bounced up and down and his mouth shoots open and his eyes roll. He looked down and watch her chocolate cheeks jiggle and shake on his penis and he stared in awe. "Fuck! Look at this. You're so wet and warm..shit Destiny I'm cumming again!" He yells. "Me too!" She followed suit and they came again together at the same time. She bounced and bounced and he fucked upwards until they couldn't anymore.

He changed her position so she was turned sideways. He grabbed her right leg and bent it so he could suck her toes as he continued to pound. He couldn't believe he came so much tonight he loved every bit of it. She started to pant then moan then she yelled out again once he stabbed her g-spot.

"Give me your cum baby." She groaned and he did just that. He spilled into her and this time he was at his limits. He had to catch himself or he would smashed her with his body weight. "Shit I'm lightheaded now." He laughed and she chuckled. "We need food baby. We can have more sex once we fuel up." She tells him while he slipped out of her slowly.

"Mm can you make me some ramyun? And rice? Please?" He asked her and she nodded. "Just finish making the water." She ordered. The clock read 5am and the sun began to show itself. They pause at the sight and he grabs her and kiss her lips as the sun rises in the background.

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"So basically y'all had sex for those two days Ms Johnson?" Ravi smirked

Destiny looked at him and blushed. "Yeah, we did." She shutters then her phone rings. "It's unknown what if it's him?" "Answer and speaker phone just Incase." The detective says.

"Daddy's home baby girl. Did you miss me?" The voice said and she dropped her phone on the table.

[hiimwebby-vanderwaal]

Archetype — The Explorer Birthday — March 31st, 2003 Zodiac Sign — Aries Sun, Pisces Moon, Aries Rising  MBTI — ENTP Enneagram — 7; The Enthusiast Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Gryffinclaw Moral Alignment — Lawful Good Primary Vice — Envy Primary Virtue — Kindness Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — Arabella Vanderwaal nee Beakley (Deceased) Father — Liam Vanderwaal (Deceased)  Mother’s Occupation — Spy/Secret Agent in espionage for S.H.U.S.H agency Father’s Occupation — Spy/Secret Agent in espionage for S.H.U.S.H agency Family Finances — Middle class presently. Decent money was made though when everyone was a spy Birth Order — Only child. Webby’s parents died when they were three while in the midst of an under cover mission, there wasn’t much time for the birth fo another baby Brothers — None Sisters — None Other Close Family — Bentina Beakely, she’s Webby’s grandmother on the maternal side and also presently Webby’s legal guardian.   Best Friend — She doesn’t have one YETTTT. UGHHH SOMEONE BE HER BEST FRIEND!!!!! She so lonely :((( I mean at this point if I have to give her one it would be her grandmother lol Other Friends — She doesn’t even have A BEST-FRIEND so that means she doesn’t have any FRIENDSSS!!! Please make sure this changes for my babbbyyy. She needs friends in her liffeee Enemies — Right now she really doesn't have any considering that she's been living locked up wherever her grandmother is, but maybe she'll make some along the line. Who knows!!!  Pets — None Home Life During Childhood — Webby's parents died when she was only three and then at that point her grandmother took complete custody of her. From then on, Webby has basically been living a very locked up, sheltered life. Her grandmother treated her very well and Webby does love her very, very, VERY much but she just wished her life wasn’t so  What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Very decorative!!!! But strategically so. Webby is very organized. She has a huge map on one of her walls and she has tacks pinned as to where she wants to go, where she has been, and possible history/mythical adventure areas all color coded!!! She also has boards up some with like her academic schedule, and others with things that she’s obsessed with!!!  Any Sports or Clubs — Not really only because lil Webby was basically stuck at home with her granny BUT she’s very athletic and will happily get her hands dirty!! Don’t count her as your typical girly-girl, she is not!!!! She does know about sports though and could tell you the rules to each one.  Favorite Toy or Game — Does spy training count?! Because she loovess that!!! And is damn good in combat and espionage tactics. She even has a back-pack of handy dandy gadgets!! Her favorite board game though is Catan and video game is Call of Duty  Schooling — Webby was homeschooled. This is her first year in an actual school here in Swynlake Secondary :D Favorite Subject — History Popular or Loner — Loner :((( Not by choice!!! She does want to make FRIENDS!!!   Important Experiences or Events — There was the death of her parents, although Webby was only three when this occurred it can be marked as an important event on her life because that was how her life with Bentina had occurred. The day when she was dropped off at Seamus’s and he was given temporary legal custody of her. Her first day of REAL SCHOOL!!!!  Nationality — British/Dutch Culture — British Religion and beliefs — Webby doesn’t really practice any religion but she does study them!!! She’s intrigued by their practices, rituals, history and often times myths that are attached to them. She can read a lot of ancient religion languages too. Bring on those ancient texts and documents!!!! She LOOVESS them!!!! 

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Sabrina Carpenter Complexion — Fair skin with freckles on her nose and cheeks!! Hair Colour — Blonde but like more of a darker, dirty blonde. No where near platinum   Eye Colour — A beautiful pale, sky bluueee!!! <3 Height — 5ft. (Omg she’s my height!!!!) Build — Slim to average build Tattoos — Nope, mainly because of Bentina BUT she does want one!!!! Someone take her to her FIRST ONE!!!!! Piercings — Yes, just the standard two ear piercings. Common Hairstyle — Loose and down. Webby ain’t got time to be doing any fancy extra shit lmao. It would end up a wreck anyways because she can’t sit still. Sometimes it is picked up in like a make-shift ponytail or bun but that’s about as fancy as she gets. If you see something else, someone else did her hair xD  Clothing Style — You guys will see because she’s going to get a closet task done on her woooo!!!! But it’s pretty girly for a girl who does shit to her hair lmao Pretty, floral, cute tops in soft colors. Some type of flow-y cardigan or something always over her shirts. If it’s a graphic tee it’s normally related to like zodiac or mythical stuff. Often times she has a very girly skirt on, but best believe there is always shorts underneath it because she will still kick some ass with her skirt on xD. You can catch her in work out clothing as well: sweats, tank-tops all that jazz. She does stay on top of her exercise!!! Mannerisms — Loud, energetic, constantly in someone’s face (but not like in a confrontational matter), bubbly, always smiling, always curious

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Nope. Webby is healthy as a horse, Bentina was very on top of this and has ebbed that into her granddaughter as well.  Physical Ailments — Nothing as of right now, but I am sure she’ll be breaking a bone sometime soon xD  Neurological Conditions — I think we are good in this part. I mean some people might consider her having like ADHD, but honestly that’s just her personality  Allergies — None Grooming Habits — Good. She has clean hygiene habits. Like don’t get her wrong she has no qualms getting down and dirty, jumping in puddles and mud all that stuff but she does clean up after haha Sleeping Habits — Oh my god no one should ever sleep with Webby. Webby has HORRIBLE sleeping habits!! She tosses and turns constantly, takes up like her entire bed space and is a serious blanket hogger xD She might be a bit more tamed if someone else slept with her but like only an itsy bitsy tiny little bit xD Eating Habits — Webby like sort of falls on both ends of the spectrum because on one hand she is conscience of what she eats and wants to make sure she has a well balance meal with all it’s appropriate food groups in BUT on the other handdd she is the first one to eat a SHIT TON of sweetsss!!! She has hard-core sweet tooth on her and that’s mainly because she wasn’t able to indulge in such things when her granny was around so now she’s taking FULL ADVANTAGE  Exercise Habits — On point!!!! Part of her spy training was remaining fit and always having a set required time for exercising. She still follows through with this even with her granny not around. She now goes to the gym though!!! EEEE. Before it was at home with her grandma.  Emotional Stability — Webby is like all over the place when it comes to her emotions. They like hop. She can never just be one emotion for far too long and then she’s very open about them. Webby is not one to really stuff her emotions down.   Body Temperature — Pretty average, nothing special. She like doesn’t lean one way or the other.  Sociability — Super AWKWARD!!! She has no concept of personal space, often times pauses leaving an air of weird silence, is VERY over enthusiastic, energized and blunt but in a very kind way. She isn’t shy, she just doesn’t know how to play it cool so it all comes off so bad lmao Addictions — None. Drug Use — Nope. Alcohol Use — Not really.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — Chewing on her pens, awkward silences, rocking on her heels, loosing eye contact because her eyes always wonder around, tapping on her finger nails when speaking, short attention span hahaha, loud, has no awareness of personal space whatsoever or normal social cues Good Habits — Always smiling, very nice,  highly enthusiastic, very open, not shy AT ALL, trustworthy, loyal, moral, very intelligent, her willingness to listen (even with a short attention span haha), her joy in making FRIENDS!!! Best Characteristic — Her enthusiasm :D Worst Characteristic — Her lack of knowing even the most common of social cues xD Worst Memory — Her granny having to leave her for a super secret spy mission that she can’t be part of. (Would be the death of her parents but she was very young when that happened)  Best Memory — Her first ever SUCCESSFUL SPY TRAINING EXAAMM!!! Her first ever somersault and every other fancy spy fighting technique!!! ANDD all the great fun memories she knows she’s going to make in Swynlake!!!   Proud of — All the languages she has learned to read and speak!!! She loves learning about languages and the fact that she has so many of them under her belt is a great personal achievement for her :DD Embarrassed by — Webby is kind of a hard person to embarrass tbh... so I don’t think at the moment she has anything that would embarrass her haha. She should be embarrassed about her horrible attempts at “playing it cool” but she really does believe that she does a good job at it.... sighh Driving Style — Webby doesn’t drive  Strong Points — Her determination and enthusiastic drive in life!!!  Temperament — Sanguine Attitude — Optimistic, joyful, determined, feisty,  Weakness — Her inability to tune herself down. She can be a bit too much almost all of the time xD   Fears — The lost of her Granny!!!! She’s the only biological family Webby hasss  Phobias — None  Secrets — Webby comes from a family of top secret spies all part of the S.H.U.S.H agency!! And she herself has been trained by her Granny to excel in the art of espionage much like all of those before her!!!  Regrets — None right now!!! Let’s see how long that lasts haha Feels Vulnerable When — She’s alone and when it may dawn her that someone doesn’t like her or thinks that she’s extremely odd... although she hasn’t learned social cues quite that well, she is aware of that and knows that she can be a bit too much to handle.... :((  Pet Peeves — Doesn’t really have many that she’s aware of... because I really doubt Webby would be self aware of her own pet peeves haha  Conflicts — The isolation she has been under while living with her grandmother. It has left Webby with very poor social skills because she isn’t aware of the social normalities of the world. She never had to use any, so although she may not be that aware of it, it can cause conflicts with the person she’s holding a conversation with.   Motivation — Making her granny proud and hoping that one day she’d become an exceptional spy like everyone in her family!!!!! Being able to one day find some of the mythical secrets of the world!!!  Short Term Goals and Hopes — Excel in school, make friends, go on an ADVENTURE!!!! Long Term Goals and Hopes — To become a spy!!!! Fully complete her bucket list Sexuality — Bi-sexual although she isn’t aware of this because Webby has NEVER had the chance to explore her sexuality. This is my take on what I think is where Webby leans Exercise Routine  — She was definitely placed in a very tight and heavy training routine with her grandmother where she has learned all about espionage. Now that her grandma isn’t around to continue her training, she’s taking to making sure she stays fit by going to the gym, mostly every morning on the weekends and after school during the weekdays. She also repeats some of her training everyday to make sure she remains on top of those. Day or Night Person — Both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert  Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist

Likes and Styles:

Music — Everything!!!! Webby legit listens to anything and everything even instrumentals!!!  Books — I wrote them in one of the WriMo tasks for her butttt The Davinci Code series, Harry Potter Series, J. Robery Kennedy’s James Acton series. She’s also very into non-fictional books that talk about Ancient societies and the mythical beliefs attached to them. Magazines — Nope. Foods — Webby did keep to a rather strict food habit, but that was when her Granny was around!!! Now that Bentina isn’t around she has indulged in some unhealthy yummy food including tons of sweetss   Drinks — JUICEEE a HUGE lover of juice!!! Any kind really but her favorite is fruit punch!!! Not a fan of tea though  Animals — All types and sorts of mythological creatures!!!! Unicorns are her favoritttee but tbh she wants to see them ALL.  Sports — Not really that into sports if she’s honesstt, but she’ll play them!!!! Just give her the rules (if she doesn’t already know them because she does know a great deal of them) she’s a very fast learner!!!!   Social Issues — Ughhh she’s still very young right now and politics isn’t her top focus in life tbh haha  Favorite Saying — “I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.” F. Scott Fitzgerald Color — Pink!!!!  Jewelry — None. She’s not a huge jewelry person, does puts on studs for her ears from time to time Games — Again I wrote some of them on that WriMo task, but her absolute favorite game, at least video wise is Call of Duty!!! Board game it would have to be Catan  Websites — Webby does have a Facebook and an Instagram!!! Her insta handle is: webby_aroundtheworld. She uses the internet a lot though for researching!!! Her history would contain of a lot of history and mythical texts sort of searches haha  TV Shows — Really, check that task out!!! But her fave tv show issss The Librarians.  Movies — Scary/Horror movies!!!!! The Saw series are her favorite!!!!! All those BOOBY TRAPS!!!!  Greatest Want — To have her own FREEDOM!!! and MAKE FRIENDS!!!!  Greatest Need — Honestly, to freaking learn some social cues maann!!!!!

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Webby currently lives with Seamus as for right now he has temporary custody of her until Bentina is to return sooo his house haha Household furnishings — Gotta ask Sav about that bahaha the house looks like how she envisions it since it belongs to Seamus xD. Neighborhood — the Farmlands, southwest part of Swynlake Town or City Name — Swynlake, England  Details of Town or City — We all know how Swynlake issss Married Before — Nope. Significant Other Before — Also, nope. Children — Nope. Relationship with Family — Close!!!!! Webby has a tight-knit relationship with her Granny!!!! She’s also the only living relative she has soooo Car — Nope. Career — No career at the moment, her career is school Dream Career — A spy!!!! For the same agency as all of her family!!!! Maybe even becoming an Explorer too or like an Archeologist!!!  Dream Life — One where she get’s to travel the WORLD, learning about all the ancient secrets out there from once living and thriving ancient societies, going on some crazy wild spy missions, and expedition adventures!!!! EEEE that would be her DREAAMMM.  Love Life — None at the moment but I don’t think she would be closed to the idea if it ever strolled along. Webby is a free spirittt  Talents or Skills — Fully trained in espionage defensive and offensive tactics!!! Fluent in a good bunch of different languages, skilled in gymnastics and tumbling, can play both the violin and cello!!! Does know how to diffuse a bomb and/or other type of explosion items (part of her spy training). Highly and exceptionally sufficient with the computer and researching what she needs as well as records about people... I am sure there is more but right now I am drawing a blank... Intelligence Level — Highly intelligent!!!!!! But it’s definitely not something she like throws at people’s faces, if anything people tend to forget about her intelligence due to her constant enthusiasm   Finances — She can manage haha 

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — None yet, but she has #careergoals!!!  Past Lovers — None.  Biggest Mistakes — I’m going to leave this open because she’s only sixteen she still hasn’t made what one would consider their biggest mistake, she has a lot more to go  Biggest Achievements — Same as above. 

[missmarauderbvtches]

What if when we saw Tony snap and sacrifice his life for the universe, we actually saw a hologram of him? I mean he has advanced in his tech a lot... It would be so cool if that's what happened. And only Nick Fury and Steve know. And he's somewhere out there, undercover for some reasons and planning his big return (which is obviously very dramatic) And this is what I imagine if he came back after five years to Pepper and Morgan:

Tony: * dramatic entrance *

Tony: Ha! That's right! I'm baaackkkkkk babbbyyy! I'm ali–

Pepper:

Tony : Wait don't kill me I just came back from the dead.

[bisouriah]

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