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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 9 months ago

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as you know . i read this in the morning (10am is morning to Me) while drinking my silly little coffee from my silly little crocodile cup and . i realized that it rlly isn’t a good idea to consume caffeine while reading your fics. i’m shivering as i’m typing this but i don’t know if it’s bc of how dark n gray the weather is or if it’s my shitty coffee OR if it’s bc this suguru is . a Weapon formed against me.

with that being said MICKEYYYYYY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUUUUUU THE WARNINGS WEREN’T ENOUGH ……….. SWEATY SUGURU JOGGING IN THE PARK ? WOLFY SUGU?????? CHARMING FLIRTY SUGU ??????? 😭😭😭😭 this was a fucking MEAL wowowowowo i took like 30 screenshots btw

okokokokok. FIRST OF ALL . the meet cute? unmatched. the atmosphere? UNMATCHED. the scent of spring and rain and gray weather and tiny knowing glances and excuses to talk and touch. i’m rlly not kidding when i say i had full body reactions btw we’ll get into that later but like T_T … this was very cruel of you mickey (the sugu brainrot has worsened yet again)………..,. BUT YEAH I JUST NEED TO SAY IT BEFORE I FORGET even though i’ll probably repeat myself a lot later but wbk that’s the arimickey way I JUST LOVE HOW PALPABLE EVERYTHING FEELS :(((((( sniffleeeee i love spring i love parks i LOVE rain . it’s also perfect bc it’s very gray here … kinda rainy ……. i need to go to a park later just in case there r any sugus on the loose >:3

BUT OKOK LET’S GET INTO IT i picked out a bunch of parts that made me lose it completely + i just ventured out to pinterest to get all the reaction images i could ever need to express my emotions bc i KNOW my words r gna fail me this was such a genuinely lovely read mickey your fics never fail to make me happy

a pair of dark grey shorts with some black underpants underneath them, a pair of surprisingly clean sneakers on his feet, a pair of black socks, a dark blue almost skin-tight jacket and a black cap are what pull on your ropes but the messy black bun that peeks from under the cap, the various piercings and the dark purple eyes are what tie the knot. his phone is in a little make-shift bag that surrounds his very big and glorious bicep and he has earphones on.

^ let’s discuss this specimen <3 HE’S SO. hhhhh……. the cap ……… WHY is that so attractive when it’s him it’s literally not fair T—T AND THE BUN. THE PIERCINGS. BIG GLORIOUS BICEP. IDEAL SUGU i also love love love how you always write him w purple eyes mickey i’ll always be grateful to akutami for making that canon in the manga bc WOWWWWW

anyway more on This Man later bc . the . descriptions……. (SOUND OF STATIC) (SOUND OF STATIC) (SOUND OF STATIC)

AND . THE FLEETING GLANCE. i love love LOVE how the glances eventually get longer and more meaningful this is such a good meet cute i cried real tears …. ANDDDDD HOW GOOD HE IS AT RUNNING. mickey you have to understand you made him so attractive that it gave me the urge to jog……… to run ………. in the park …………. like some neglected golden retriever…………………..

AND THE SWEAT . WHYYYYYY AM I LIKE THIS he’s just so 😞😞😞😞😞 SIGHHHHHHH ok but him looking back at you also gave me butterflies he’s a sick twisted individual (get ready 4 me to say this a lot i think) THE SMALL SMILE ? :(((( cutiepie….. our golden boy…….. just a polite little guy………

also . as always your readers r the Realest there’s no way in hell i’d get any reading done w Suguru Fucking Geto in oogling distance 💔💔

he's a bit more flushed this time around, sweatier and sexier. he exudes confidence; like not the type to be an annoying fuck-boy but more of a dangerous one. the type to break your heart like it's nothing but a glass toy. but then he gives you another smile and the thoughts fades. his smile is soft and his eyes crinkle as he does so. he nods his head at you and you do it back – you reckon you're really getting somewhere here. is this flirting works?

LIKE ????????????????????????????? HHHHHHH MCIKEY YOU TWISTED INDIVIDUAL he’s :((( he’s so pretty he’s so handsome he’s so attractive it physically pains me to imagine him i don’t think there’s anything as attractive as a disheveled man. flushed cheeks and slightly messy hair. sweat. /drools WHO SAID THAT …… i’m trying very hard to be coherent btw but 😭😭 he genuinely makes me ill. sweaty sugu. what the fuck.

WAIT ALSO ALSO !! :3 i love the contrast here……. and how you depict it both through his actions and through reader’s perspective….. how they receive his fuckboy vibes but then he smiles all soft n his eyes crinkle and :(((( this is just My Take but. to me he’s…. a loverboy at heart. fuckboy by choice. kind of. i don’t think it’s superrrr intentional on his part? but he def enjoys the attention yk….. though at heart he’s a sweetiepie. when he really really loves you i think he physically Cannot hold back his loverboy tendencies.

anyway lets move on just know i love this sugu i am kissing him all over ty for bringing him to life <33

you watch him run off and almost die when he glances over his shoulder to get another look at you. a blink and you would've missed it – a wolfish grin; wide and sharp, it merely flashes at you but when you squint your eyes to observe him closer, he's already too far again.

deep inhale.

WOLFY SUGU MENTIONNNNNNNNN I STARTED JUMPING AND CHEERING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ HE’S REAL AND HE’S BEAUTIFUL i truly think his wolfy grin is the most charming thing ever all his smiles r charming but the wolfy grin activates every single neuron in my little brain . wowow. i love him sb thank you for the food i’m munching at him!!!!

you'd ask him— what would you ask him? how's the run? no, that's bad. how's the weather? horrible. what kind of music are you listening to? c'mon, you can do better than that. come here often? awful, just awful.

YOUR WRITING IS ALWAYS SO FUNNY MICKEY this made me smile….. the blend between humour n intimacy always hits i just needed to say that i adore your angst but i think you were made to write romcoms no one does them better than you 🙏🙏

AND . THE SHOELACES ….. THE SHOELACES ….. the fact that he untied them HIMSELF just to get an excuse to talk to you 😭😭 silly little loser!!! the loml!!!!!!! i’ll adore him forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"may i?" his slender finger is pointing the bench your sitting on and you can't to open your mouth, humming an reply instead. his posture is extraordinaly as he walks to you and plops down a bit too close for a stranger (you most definitely do not mind). it's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. "what are you reading?"

. part one of me squealing and giggling and kicking my feet over this fic THE “may i?” DID SOMETHING TO ME HE’S JUST . godddddd. AND ASKING WHAT YOU’RE READING mickey i’m not lying when i say this made me fully delusional i started having visions of a park bench bc i felt so immersed ……. twirling my hair like suguru geto is next to me as we speak ………………

smth about the book . feels so fitting too? for him. maybe it’s bc sugu is a lit major in my heart but i just think meet cutes w him are perfect when they involve a book . likeeee imagine sitting on a train and stealing glances w him only to realize you’re reading the same novel…. that kinda meet cute is soooo sugu 🥺🥺🥺

even as he's tying his shoelaces, he has a strong presence. he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, letting you know that he is in fact listening to you. when he's done he leans back against the bench and sprawls out his arms on the backrest; one of his is dangerously close to your shoulder but he'd never make that move this early. he just wants to make clear that he is as interested as you are. he lets his legs spread out a little wider, situating himself a bit more comfortably on the wooden bench and you stealthily pinch yourself for stealing a look at his strong thighs.

STOOOPPPPPP THIS MADNESS STOP IT RN…………….. instant part two of me squealing + giggling + foaming at the mouth over this man I’M SO. i’m so weak. YOU GET HIM YOU GET HIMMM HE’S THE MOST CHARMING MAN IN THE UNIVERSE …… THE STRONG PRESENCE THE ATTENTION THE EYE CONTACT THE ATTENTIVENESS THE LEANING BACK ? RELAXING??? ARMS ON THE BACKREST (i collapsed btw) HHHHHHHHH …. he makes me feel like a victorian man catching a glimpse of a maiden’s ankle like these tiny tiny details should NOT affect me this much but . they do. i love you mickey. i need him carnally

no but actually though whyyyyyy . does the mental image of him all relaxed and confident….. make me feel this way……… he’s just chilling on a park bench and i’m panting like a scared dog . what is wrong w him. 😔😔

AND THE MANSPREADING CANT FORGET THE MANSPREADING THE FACT THAT HE’S CANONICALLY TJE MANSPREADER AND NOT GOJO MAKES ME . INSANE . reader so real i would be OOGLING this man i’m sorry i really am

ACKKKK AND READER OUTING THEMSELVES……… i got second hand embarrassment but in THE most endearing romcom way. that’s how immersed i feel. and sugu just finding you cute :((((((((((((

your head falls down to your chest as your whole body heats up – now you're actually afraid of melting away. you hide your burning face in your palms and you sigh. so much for not embarrasing yourself, huh? he in turn, lets his head fall back as he grins up at the sky. his lip piercing shines under the greyish light and his eyes fall shut as he basks in your flustered state. when he feels like your cuteness meter is just about full - he lets you off the hook. "that's really sweet of you."

YOUR CUTENESS METER …… 🥺🥺🥺 hhhhh i was close to audibly squealing . this isn’t good….. AND GRINNING UP AT THE SKYYYY HIS LITTLE GRIN (the lip piercing)……. yeah. yeahhhh

"not totally embarrassing?" you joke, forcing down the nervousness and letting a smile sprout on your lips instead. "not at all." he assures with his saccharine voice. you almost believe him. "it's never a bad thing to be prepared." you've known him for mere minutes but you know he's teasing. the tease is smoothly hidden in his charismatic tone but it's there nonetheless. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and he wipes it with the back of his hand.

THE ATTACKS JUST KEEP ON COMING i was so serious when i said this sugu is a weapon formed against me….. created just to make me swoon and cry and faint like a damsel in distress…. he’s so. effortlessly charming…….. LIKE TRULY fuck i wish. i had the words. all i can say is every word he said made me want to blush and kick my feet and i think that’s the mark of a Perfect Sugu. HIS VOICEEEE SACCHARINE IS SUCH A GOOD WORD and the teasing……. the sweat…….. ”never a bad thing to be prepared.” sir what if i kissed you silly

HIM SAYING YOUR NAMEEEEEEEEEE GOD . GODDDDDD mickey have we ever talked abt that trope…. have i ever mentioned how insane i am abt it…… i feel like i have but T—T just. the intimacy of a name!!! of learning their name and saying it and cherishing every single syllable. SO good and so sugucoded. him purring it out 😵‍💫😵‍💫……. i never left hidden inventory episode 1 that One ”satoru” loops in my frontal lobe constantly

his hand reaches over and you follow it in slow motion; you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as his fingertips graze your cheek. heat blooms from the touch and you feel like you're about to burst into a thousand little butterflies. "you got a little something here..." he takes notice of the warmth even though the contact lasted a fraction of a second – he's as observant as ever. his foxy eyes twinkle with a dose of smugness, a certain heat running through his body at the effects he seems to have on you. pulling his hand back, he displays the single eyelash he just caught on his pointer finger right in front of your face. "c'mon, make a wish."

YOU KNOWWWWWWWWWWW HOW INSANE THIS MADE ME . I KNOW YOU KNOW . I SAW THE WHITE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL MY LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES i didn’t realize how fully inserted i was into the narrative until this moment btw bc i FULLY felt my face heat up. What The Fuck. THE PHYSICAL PROXIMITY THE INTIMACY THE SMUGNESS READER GETTING FLUSTERED ……….. ”c’mon, make a wish.” i would fall in love then and there <///3

i hate him so bad actually (i don’t) what’s wrong with him (he’s perfect) 😔😔😔😔 mickey you’re making me worse ….. this is just such a sugu move. brushing crumbs off your lip or a petal from your hair or an eyelash off your skin …… and he WOULD be so smug abt it :(((((((( hhhh why is he like this /affectionate……..

ALSOOOO THE FOXY EYES I CRIED fox!sugu is real 2 me…… sugu is a wolf and geto is a fox but . sugu is also a fox ….. and geto is also a cat ….. and a bit like a dumb husky …… you Get it

he watches your brain work out your silly little wish. he thinks about what his would be and wonders whether you'd want the same.

🥺🥺🥺 cute cute cute . i love how much of your writing has 2 do with strangers bonding mickey….. over shared smiles and laughter and childish little acts. it’s so precious n heartwarming wahhh

you nod your head, utterly bewitched by the man before you, and he knows it too. "'though it's hard to focus when i have you sitting here, too."

. READER IS ME AND I AM READER . ofc he knows…… ofc he does………… he’s so charming it’s sickening 💔💔

"oh, you're killing me..." "am i? i'm sorry for that, sweetheart."

MICKEY . MICKEU . MICKEY . WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK.

PJDKDNDKDNDNFNDK OHHHHHHHH MY GOD I’M SO DOWN BAD IT’S EMBARRASSING……. PLS HAVE MERCY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NOT THE SWEETHEART NOOOOOOO MY WEAKNESS 💔💔💔💔💔 he’s so charming …. and a little cocky…… so self-assured and flirty and :(((((((( aaaghhhhh the casual sweetheart rlly does do it for me ……….. reader is SO much better than me i would literally faint i wish that was a joke but i’d explode into little pieces and suguru would just chuckle and i would explode a second time :((((((

reader groaning and blushing …. suguru chuckling…… a single sunray lighting him up T_T he is the spring boy ever !!!!! and their dynamic is so dear 2 me ……….

"you run every day?" his ego grows in size at the surpised tone and he nods. "wait, how come i've never seen you before then?" "maybe you were actually reading your book all those other times, hm?" your heart does a little flip in your chest and you bite down into the soft flesh of your lip. he's sooooooooo...

……. his ego growing </3 that’s the suguru i know and love ……… he’s so silently smug. AND THE TEASINGGGGG WAHHHHH THE TORTURE NEVER ENDS T—T……….. READER IS THE REALEST EVER HE’S SOOOOO!!!!!! SO………..

"i just recently moved here, so... it'd actually be very nice to have somebody to show me around. the coffee would obviously be my treat, you know, if you're down for it, if you want to be that person for me."

”if you want to be that person for me” SIGH . mcikey i’m so :((((((( it’s so hard ….. to be coherent when i’m writing these …….. your writing always makes me feel so. melted …….. it’s like someone kissed me stupid and just left me on a park bench. i feel dumb and full of love.

"right... right..." one of the corners of his lips is crooked upward and he looks so good. he looks like he bites, like he would sink his teeth into you so, oh, so gently and then lick the wound to make you all better again. you're really in it now.

. HOWWWWWWW DOES IT KEEP GETTING WORSE HOW DO YOU DO IT ………………….. 😥😥

s … sigh …… weak, defeated little sigh ……….. you know how i get when it comes to sugu n biting </3 he DOES look like he’d sink his teeth into you. so, so so gently. just a little taste . and he Does look like he’d lick the wound after ….. kiss the patch of skin………… thank you for trusting him with a sweet coo……………. sighsighsighsigHSIGH

and !!!!!! the rain !!!!!!!!! wahhhh the atmosphere…. the romcom vibes ………….. i love it so much :’3

but thunder booms, yanking yourselves out of it. reminding that this chapter is only beginning and that the first page is always the shortest one anyway.

BANGER LINE BTW i just had 2 point it out ….

reader getting more confident ……… more teasing…. i know suguru fell for them even harder . i knowwww he wanted to gnaw at them a little .

he does want to bite you. his canines bite into his bottom lip as he observes you. how you're completely unfazed by the rain, how your confidence is clearly growing as you tempt him with your words.

HE DOES WANT TO BITE YOUODODJDIKDNFNDKDNXKNDIDLXNFOELDNIXDONXODMXKDLMDJDIWLDJXINFIXKDONDOEMFOMDODO sorry . i’m normal abt this. normal abt his canines and silent observation and the thoughts that must be going through his head.

"the wind and the rain have nothing on me, angel. i'd kill to get you that coffee." lightning strikes as his words fall from his tainted lips and he can't tear his eyes from you.

ANGEL !!!!!!!!!!! IT’S LIKE YOU WROTE THIS JUST FOR ME DID YOU WRITE THIS JUST FOR ME……. allllll my favorite sugu petnames :((((((((( he’s such a sweetheart guy such an angel guy….. and the lightning strike !!!!! the scenery in your fics is always so vibrant somehow …… and the thought of sugu in a thunderstorm feels so fitting…. the flash of light and the sharp gleam of his eyes………..

KITTY CAT SUGU !!!!!! NYAGURU MEOWGURU ETC ETC !!!!!!!!!!!! THE BIG STRETCH 🥺 i’m not gonna mention the happy trail. i’m just not gonna mention it. i won’t give you the satisfaction of breaking me like this. i am normal about suguru geto.

(………………………… heavy breathing …. heavy breathing……….. his happy trail ………… his happy trail………… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

okay apparently i can never actually let my guard down when it comes to you. HIS HEIGHT. him noticing your noticing and stepping closer . towering over you . 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 mickey ….. this fic will be the actual death of me…………… he’s … so………

"and maybe the rain will do you some good too... maybe it'll help you cool off, yeah?"

HE’S SO .

YOU LOVE HIS LAUGHJHHH i do too….. i know it’s the most beautiful thing in the world…… i just know……. and the banter !!!!! i love it so badddddd you’re so good at it mickey …… your banter is always so great ………

"oh, my deepest apologies, your highness. shall i kiss thy hand before we part?" his little bit coaxes out a loud cackle – his chest swells at the sweet melody, getting addicted already. "yes! yes, i think you should do that, kind sir." your cheeks hurt from smiling when you hold your hand out for him, testing whether he'd actually do it.

KNIGHT MENTION KIND OF SORT OF i am so weak. for knuckle kisses . theatrics . he’s so good he’s so good !!!!!!!!!!! n him getting addicted to your laugh….. canon. i love them :((((

(he's forcing down a full-body reaction at you calling him sir.)

^ this is the most fitting reaction image i have available at the moment i hope it gets my insanity across well enough

mcikey pls don’t hint at suguru having a sir kink only to move on and leave it like that do you have any idea ………… what that does to me …………. do you……………. 😔😔😔 he’s sick & twisted. i need him sedated. (affectionate)

suguru is not a man to back down and you're about to learn all about it. the thunder rumbles loudly, echoing through the park he takes your smaller hand into his bigger ones, raising it to his mouth. his purple eyes twinkle at you and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter. his lips graze your wet skin before he's fully pressing them against you, all while keeping eye contact with you. a shiver runs up your back and you're about to pass out. or throw up. or die. something is happening to you and he's the sole reason behind it. he lowers your hand and offers you another dangerous grin; his sharp teeth glint from behind his pretty lips as the lighting flashes again and you gulp. "don't die on me now."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARURUGUGJJFJDJJD…………. is it the caffeine. is that why my heart is racing. or is it you ……. is it him ……… T_T the mickey/sugu combo is so lethal I LOVED THIS SCENE BTW I HOPE THAT’S CLEAR ENOUGH it’s so heart-fluttering……….. and slow ……….. i might fall to my knees and cry ……………… he’s so charming he’s so charming he’s so charming he’s so :(((((((((((( i know i’ve said it alr but reader rlly is so me…… i too am abt to throw up + die + pass out. in that order i think. AND THE SHARP TEETH!!!

"the point is to get to kiss you again."

T_T stop . stop it rn. no. bad sugu!!!!!!!!

this stranger will be the death of you. your whole body flushes again, your own built up cockiness fades away, leaving you small and shivering before him. the perfect prey ready for picking.

THE PERFECT PREY READY FOR PICKING …….

"not today though. can't have the highness grow too big, now can i? but perhaps next time? over that promised coffee?" his voice is sticky and sweet, meant as a trap to catch little doves like you.

MEANT AS A TRAP TO CATCH LITTLE DOVES LIKE YOUUUUUUUU NOT THE DOVE PLS MICKEY I’M GNA CRY T—T……. ohhhh sugu being the big bad predator and reader being his little prey………. his voice all sticky and sweet……. AND THE TEASING……………. he has the perfect balance between sweet and teasing and just the tiniest bit condescending. i love him… and i love you….. thank you for writing him so wonderfully……….

by now, you're both absolutely soaked. the spring thunder cleans you from the groggy winter feelings and thoughts and gives life to... whatever this is going to bloom into.

PRETTYYYYYY <333

it's taking everything in you to do so – it's almost as if you're glued there, right in front of him and it just feels right. his voice is right, his words are right, his eyes are right, his lips, his teases; but when the thunder booms again, you know it in your guts that he's gonna be in your life for a long time.

PRETTY!!!!!! i love love loveeeeeeeee how hopeful your endings are ….. the hint towards a future together………. i know i’ve said it already but. the romcom vibes are so there and !!!! i love them. i love this couple and their banter and dynamic and the spring hope of it all……………. everything just feels so right :’3

aaaaaaa mickey :((( mickeyy :(((((((( this was just what i needed rn …… theeee sickliest sweetiest cutiest suguru fluff. it made me so happy!!!!!!!! and i hope . you understand . how much i love this sugu…. how weak he made me ………. it’s been so long since i read a fic that made me feel so flustered pdjdksbdnnd HE’S JUST. yeah. he’s a weapon formed against me.

i adore him n i adore you and your writing and how soft and lovely it always is 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 mickey i’m giving you sooooo many kisses pls give some to sugu too…. from me………… i need him to know how loved he is. this was truly such a lovely fic i’m still squealing over it a little 😭😭

i don’t have any new jjk memes to show you rn i think :((((( so!! instead!!!! pls have my favorite double page spreads from jjk <333 as a treat!!

i know you’ll understand me mickey but imho these are singlehandledly theeeee sexiest suguru panels in the whole manga . easily . no competition. need him so bad

☆. contains: suguru geto x gn!reader; a meet-cute in the park, fluff, trigger warning for a sweaty suguru, double warning for a very flirty suguru!! mentions of teeth and biting bc yk i love that shit wc: 4k

reading in the park can be such a good way to spend the day – you get to hear the lovely little birds sing to each other, you can see the kids faceplant onto the ground and laugh it off, you can smile at passing dogs, you can feel the sun and you can feel the wind and for just a while – everything is good.

it's more windy today than it is sunny but that doesn't bother you too much. the gentle spring wind dances in the trees, swaying the tiny green leaves that are just beginning to grow. the ground is still wet from yesterday's rain but it's not too muddy. you're grateful for the shower anyway, excited for the fresh grass to rise from the soil, pretty flowers alongside it. everything smells good, too. the air is crisp and filled with new beginnings and laughter and now you feel yourself getting a little too poetic.

looking down at your book, you twirl your pen between your fingers as you try to bring your focus back to the words on the pages. okay, reading in the park can be a little distracting sometimes. but most of the time it's not that bad—

you raise your head from your lap when you hear the steady steps and it's weird because you've learned to not give your attention to every passerby.

but this isn't just some passerby. the soles of his feet dig into the ground as he approaches and something about him just pulls you to him. you only have a second to look at him before he passes but it's enough to peak your interest like nothing else.

his phone is in a little make-shift bag that surrounds his very big and glorious bicep and he has earphones on. you've never been this observant with a stranger before.

right when he passes by you, his eyes flick down to yours for a fraction of a second and then he's already gone. steady pace and steady steps as he heads down the path in the park, leaving you longing behind him.

you shake your head and once again, try to focus back on your reading. but it's even harder now that you know a man like that is just jogging around the place. you eye him from a distance away, wiping his sweat as he passes another runner. you've never seen anyone run as gracefully as he does. you force your eyes from him and glue them to the pages that lay neglected in your lap.

around eleven minutes later, you hear him again. you just know it's him by the sound of his steps, by the sound of his shoes hitting the ground – you look up and find him already looking at you as he closes in on you. there's a slight flush to his face, beads of sweat rolling from his temple and he looks gorgeous. he gives you a small smile, a really fucking charming one, and jogs on, leaving you staring at him again.

he does glance back at you, though. when he's a minute away and just when the path turns back around, his eyes search for you over the field of trees. his lips pull into a smirk when your head raises toward him and you drop it the second your eyes meet from far away. cute.

another ten minutes have passed and you've reread the same page four times now. the thought of quitting on the book is heavy on your mind as you consider just focusing on the man instead. it feels silly – stealing glances at a random crush at a park but you can't help it. he has wooed you with just about nothing; you don't know nothing about him other than the facts that 1. he's ridiculously good-looking and 2. he's a really fucking good runner. the lap he seems to be doing is one of the biggest ones in the park and yet he seems to be completing it in record time. maybe it's those long legs of his?

you twist and twirl the pen again until it slips from you, rolling onto the ground. you curse under your breath and then you hear him again. scrambling from your spot, you hastily grab the pen – a little afraid to be in his way; scared to embarrass yourself in front of him.

your heart is beating way too fast for a person that's literally sitting down and your hands feel clammy. damn. luckily, you have the wind to help you cool down as you try to think of a plan to get his attention. you'd offer him water but that's a bit too far from a complete stranger. you'd ask him— what would you ask him? how's the run? no, that's bad. how's the weather? horrible. what kind of music are you listening to? c'mon, you can do better than that. come here often? awful, just awful. you decide that you won't say anything – stopping his run for some small talk would just be awkward and you'd rather just keep looking at him. that's the safe bet, that's what you'll do.

he's back. he's on his fourth lap and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. all self-respect has gone with the dancing wind as you blankly stare at the handsome stranger. the tips of his ears have grown red too and he's really panting now. he's just so— he slows down. his steps falter a few feet from you and your eyes widen. well, you didn't really consider the possibility of him starting the conversation. you check the name of your book to make sure you won't make a complete fool of yourself and repeat your own name in your head. there's no room to fuck up with a guy like him.

he glances down at his feet and your eyes follow. oh... his laces are undone. that's... disappointing. you're about to curse yourself for even thinking that he'd actually wanna talk to you but his silky smooth voice breaks your little bubble.

it's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. "what are you reading?"

you quietly thank yourself for checking the name and introduce it to the man beside you. even as he's tying his shoelaces, he has a strong presence. he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, letting you know that he is in fact listening to you. when he's done he leans back against the bench and sprawls out his arms on the backrest; one of his is dangerously close to your shoulder but he'd never make that move this early. he just wants to make clear that he is as interested as you are. he lets his legs spread out a little wider, situating himself a bit more comfortably on the wooden bench and you stealthily pinch yourself for stealing a look at his strong thighs.

"you know, i thought about what to say but i couldn't come up with anything good... 'how's the run?' is pretty stupid, isn't it?" you ramble as you feel yourself melt under his gaze.

"you thought about what to say?"

...

"i– "

when he feels like your cuteness meter is just about full - he lets you off the hook. "that's really sweet of you."

peeking from between your fingers, you look at him. his eyes peer from underneath his cap, and in a way, it's really adorable how you're both hiding your eyes from each other. maybe not even hiding, but just, sheltering them. gauging when to finally drop the act and let yourselves stare at each other freely just the way you actually want to.

"not totally embarrassing?" you joke, forcing down the nervousness and letting a smile sprout on your lips instead.

"not at all." he assures with his saccharine voice. you almost believe him.

"it's never a bad thing to be prepared." you've known him for mere minutes but you know he's teasing. the tease is smoothly hidden in his charismatic tone but it's there nonetheless. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and he wipes it with the back of his hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek as you drop your hands but avert your gaze, turning to the trees for a boost of strength.

he'd never admit it but... he too had to think of a way. he too thought that it'd be too weird to just ask about your book – he had to think of a way to break the first barrier. so, he untied his laced before he reached you. but that's a secret.

"suguru."

you whip your head your back to him, surprised by his little introduction. you repeat his name out loud and it tastes like honey, the syllables falling from your lips like a sweet goo. he does the same with yours and you swear you've never heard anyone say it the way he just did. there's a purr to his voice, coming from deep inside his chest - each letter is given so much thought and care. accompanied by the determined look in his eyes – you're just grateful you're already sitting down; he has your knees feeling weak, the muscles in your body tensing as he shifts just a little closer. barely an inch but it's enough to speed up your heart even more, enough for your body temperature to be reaching a new high.

"you got a little something here..."

he takes notice of the warmth even though the contact lasted a fraction of a second – he's as observant as ever. his foxy eyes twinkle with a dose of smugness, a certain heat running through his body at the effects he seems to have on you.

pulling his hand back, he displays the single eyelash he just caught on his pointer finger right in front of your face. "c'mon, make a wish."

he watches your eyes flick from his finger to his eyes and then back down, he watches your brain work out your silly little wish. he thinks about what his would be and wonders whether you'd want the same.

you inhale sharply before blowing on his finger, letting the eyelash take flight and disappear with the wind. smiles bloom on your faces – the childish act bonding the two strangers forever.

"the run was good, by the way." he rests his hand back behind your shoulders, making you subconsciously lean closer. "the weather is good; i like this better. hard to focus when the sun is bearing down on you."

you nod your head, utterly bewitched by the man before you, and he knows it too. "'though it's hard to focus when i have you sitting here, too."

he has you hooked and he won't let you go. your eyes widen as his bore into you, absolutely feeding off of your every reaction.

"oh, you're killing me..."

"am i? i'm sorry for that, sweetheart."

you can't keep the groan that bubbles from the depths of your throat as you double over, hiding your face in your hands again. his quiet laughter rumbles through his chest and when you swear that when you raise your head, a singular sunray shines from behind the clouds. it lights up his smile, his eyes crinkling in the process. wow.

"when are you gonna come here again?"

there's no time to waste – you have to shoot your shot. you have to.

he lets the laughter die slowly, impressed by your sudden burst of confidence. "tomorrow."

"you run every day?" his ego grows in size at the surpised tone and he nods. "wait, how come i've never seen you before then?"

"maybe you were actually reading your book all those other times, hm?"

your heart does a little flip in your chest and you bite down into the soft flesh of your lip. he's sooooooooo...

he adjusts his hips on the bench and catches you looking. he's tempted to make another tease but—

"i would've definitely seen you if you were here. you're kind of hard to miss. very hard to miss actually."

he hides his reaction with a deep hum, infatuated with the fact that you can keep up with him so well despite your flustered state. "i just recently moved here, so... it'd actually be very nice to have somebody to show me around. the coffee would obviously be my treat, you know, if you're down for it, if you want to be that person for me."

his offer almost flies over your foggy head but his last words sink their claws into you at the last minute. the butterflies in your stomach are making you feel sick, a giddy nervousness swimming in your veins.

"i'd love to be that person for you." you nod your head, gluing your eyes to his as the final push to show you that you're as interested as he is. as if that wasn't clear enough already. "mainly for the the free coffee, though."

unbeknownst to you – the sky has turned a shade darker, grey clouds now swarming the entirety of the field of blue above you and suddenly you feel a cold drop on your warm skin. and then another. and another. craning your neck up, you take in the foggy ceiling as the rain starts to soak your clothes.

you scramble to pack your bag, throwing your precious book in there before frantically looking for your pen only to have suguru hand it to you with a smile. "here."

"thank you."

you don't want to go. he doesn't want to go. the strap of your bag sits on your shoulder, the soles of your feet dig into the ground but nothing. you chew on your cheek and he picks at his fingernails – neither of you ready to part with each other just yet.

but thunder booms, yanking yourselves out of it. reminding that this chapter is only beginning and that the first page is always the shortest one anyway.

"you're gonna get a cold like this..."

"like what?" the water droplets cascade down his neck as he leans closer.

"oh, i don't know... sweaty and hot? what if the wind and the rain get to you and i don't get to have my free coffee, hm?"

he does want to bite you. his canines bite into his bottom lip as he observes you. how you're completely unfazed by the rain, how your confidence is clearly growing as you tempt him with your words.

"the wind and the rain have nothing on me, angel. i'd kill to get you that coffee." lightning strikes as his words fall from his tainted lips and he can't tear his eyes from you.

finally, he pushes himself off the bench and you watch him stretch his whole body like a big cat. an inch of skin shows itself from below his jacket, his happy trail making your eyes bulge before you clear your throat with a quiet cough and push yourself up aswell. making sure you have everything, you check your bag and your pockets and turn to him, only to find him already staring down at you. he's tall. he looked tall before too... but now that you're standing next to him – he's really fucking tall. and he seems to be thinking the same thing as he takes the oppurtunity to assert a little dominance by closing the distance between you.

"and maybe the rain will do you some good too... maybe it'll help you cool off, yeah?" there it is again – hidden by a tone of genuine advice – the tease. it slips from his curved lips with ease, with too much ease, and you hate that you can't even argue with him. you burn under his eyes and the rain is seemingly the only thing that's keeping you alive at this point.

"i think you should buy me so many coffees." you sigh, clutching onto your bag strap. he's towering over you, so you need just about anything and everything to keep your composure.

"yeah? what for?" he laughs. god, you love his laugh.

"for putting up with your teasing. i think i deserve a reward, honestly."

it looks like a scene out of a romantic little movie – the two lovers standing in the storm; fingers twitching beside their bodies, gazes lingering on each other for longer than they should. nobody would guess that this is your first meeting.

"terrible manners, by the way. i can't believe i'm still talking to you." you give him another sigh, albeit an overly dramatic one this time.

suguru hasn't been this beguiled since... ever probably. yes, his friends tend to give him snarky comments like this but it's entirely different coming from you. it gets his heart pumping like nothing else – the rush from the run has nothing on you.

"oh, my deepest apologies, your highness. shall i kiss thy hand before we part?"

his little bit coaxes out a loud cackle – his chest swells at the sweet melody, getting addicted already.

"yes! yes, i think you should do that, kind sir." your cheeks hurt from smiling when you hold your hand out for him, testing whether he'd actually do it.

(he's forcing down a full-body reaction at you calling him sir.)

a shiver runs up your back and you're about to pass out. or throw up. or die. something is happening to you and he's the sole reason behind it.

he lowers your hand and offers you another dangerous grin; his sharp teeth glint from behind his pretty lips as the lighting flashes again and you gulp.

"don't die on me now."

...

your jaw drops and you place your hands on your hips, tilting your chin up to show your 'annoyance'. "exactly what was the point of the kiss, if you plan on continuing your little act, hm, suguru?"

"the point is to get to kiss you again."

..................................

oh.

this stranger will be the death of you. your whole body flushes again, your own built up cockiness fades away, leaving you small and shivering before him. the perfect prey ready for picking.

"not today though. can't have the highness grow too big, now can i? but perhaps next time? over that promised coffee?" his voice is sticky and sweet, meant as a trap to catch little doves like you.

you squeak out a mhmm as he's already getting his phone from his little bag.

by now, you're both absolutely soaked. the spring thunder cleans you from the groggy winter feelings and thoughts and gives life to... whatever this is going to bloom into.

you exchange your socials, giggling at how the screens refuse to cooperate under the rain but you get it done nonetheless.

"please, don't get sick."

"if i do, you'd nurse me back to health though, wouldn't you?"

you slap his chest, unable to bear the teasing little remarks any longer. his charisma knows no bounds and it's 100% not what you expected him to be like. maybe you should've – the eyes betray him.

"probably, yeah. nurse you from this horrendeous act. where are you learning it from anyway? some terrible love coach?" you scoff.

"something like that yeah." he trails off, once again hypnotized by the way your wet eyelashes shine when you blink up at him.

"okay-okay, we have to stop this now or we'll both get sick." you shake your head, physically trying to remove every thought of him that has been swimming in your head for the past hour or so. he hums as a reply. he fixes the cap on his head and awaits for you to make the first move.

this kind of turned into smth way different than i intended but i'm not mad hihihi

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AAAA ITS GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!

I love your characterization of Alastor sm ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request reader dropping dead things (people/body parts, deer, etc.) at his door/radio tower? No note, just corpses. He’s gotta figure out who tf if dropping these for him.

a/n: thank you, it's so good to be back!! i really appreciate you and everyone for being so welcoming :')) <3

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"You've been doing what?!"

"I didn't think it was so bad... You're the one who wanted me to make friends!"

Charlie only gawks at you, tugging at the ends of her hair in stress. The Princess of Hell paces back and forth across the room, slowly piecing together why Alastor has been in such a foul mood lately.

"So you thought the best way to make friends with the Radio Demon was to leave dead bodies at his doorstep?"

"He loves dead bodies."

"Yeah, to eat them! Oh god, what kind of message have you been sending to him?" She babbles on, exasperated and flinging her hands around in a panic. "He must think you're threatening him or something!"

"Well..." you make some sort of constipated expression and Charlie stops dead in her tracks. "He might not know they've been from me."

"You've been leaving them anonymously?" The Princess squeaks, unsure of whether that makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse. "What was even the point then?"

"I get nervous!" You argue, flopping back on the couch and laying an arm over your eyes. "I was going to tell him eventually."

Alastor was a different breed of terrifying. He could silence a room just by breathing in it. The wailing souls in his broadcast were enough to command that sort of attention.

When Charlie had given you the task of making friends as a part of her "redemption project" you had assumed he was exempt from the list. He was, after all, fairly secluded despite his cheery demeanour. Very few had ever managed to become his companions.

However, your hopes of avoiding him had been flushed down the drain when you accidentally bumped into each other on the way out on your very first day.

He gave you a look over, scrutinizing you from head to toe until your cheeks burned. Then, demanded something very simple of you:

"Welcome! Please, do entertain me."

His first and, as of today, last words he ever spoke to you. Sure, your methods were a little unorthodox, but you had asked Husk for advice and Alastor's cannibalistic tendencies were as much as the bartender was willing to spill.

When you don't receive any response, you peel your arm away to peer at your friend. She makes another two laps around the coffee table before her face lights up.

"I've got it!"

"I don't like that look on your face—"

"Come on," she laughs, pulling you by the wrists. "You just have to be honest. And make sure he knows you're not trying to kill him!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" You ask nervously. "You just told me he's been in a worse mood than usual."

A sinister smile that could only belong to the daughter of the devil creeps its way across her lips.

Dread. All you feel is terrible dread.

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As much as Alastor enjoys a good meal, this is becoming excessive.

It must be the seventh or eighth body this week. And, as usual, there is no note. No indication of why there's a corpse or a deer head or a rabbit's foot at his door. He can't even sniff out any traces of a soul being here.

He hates charity.

Not even because he does not need it, but because the anonymity is making him think they're gifts of pity. That, or it's a threat on his life. Either way, he loathes the idea that someone is looking down on him.

The demon needs to get to the bottom of this soon. Paranoia is not common for him, but the anxious bubbling in his chest is unmistakable. Whoever keeps leaving the bodies at his door is meticulously clean when they kill. He would hate to be on the receiving end of the blade.

Just as he's about to dump the body in his swamp for later, there's a knock on his bedroom door. He hesitates.

No, he isn't afraid of whoever is on the other side of the door. However, if there were a fight, he would need to get his suit tailored again and he simply doesn't have the time for that today.

He takes slightly too long to decide whether or not the person on the other side of the wall is a threat, because soon enough his ears pick up the sound of retreating footsteps.

Alastor swings the doors open so fast that you yelp.

At first he's confused why you refuse to turn around to look at him. Lacking common manners—he'll have to bring that up to you later. Then, he's confused on why you've shown up to his door at all.

"May I help you, dear?"

A chill creeps down your spine. Charlie and her ideas... they would be the death of you. Preferably today. Right now.

"I didn't mean to disturb you!" You stammer, still not looking at him.

Alastor raises a brow before popping up behind you from the shadows. You squeak, clutching somehing to your chest and shielding it from his gaze. He does a loop around your body and you spin around to keep the item hidden. The Radio Demon narrows his eyes.

"Are you hiding something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You do another spin as he tries to get a peek of what's in your hands.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He feigns offense. Again, another spin.

"Of course not!"

"You see, I very much don't enjoy being lied to. Last time I caught a scoundrel in my midst, I cracked them open like a—"

"Okay, okay!" You suddenly burst out. You turn so slow that Alastor feels himself holding his breath.

When he finally sees what you've been so insistent on hiding, he snickers. Impolitely, mind you.

"Don't laugh," you whine, squeezing the bouquet closer to your chest. Amongst the flowers are little pieces of death—fingers, eyes, ears.

Charlie had decided that one step back in your redemption by collecting body parts like this would result in three steps forward. She allowed it, just this once.

"Are these for me?" He purrs, leaning down until his face is in yours. You'd been warned before that Alastor had no concept of personal space, but you can't help the way it robs the air in your lungs.

"Please don't get the wrong idea," you strain in embarrassment. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For leaving all those bodies here. I didn't mean for it to come across as insulting."

The demon blinks at you in stunned silence for a few moments before he cackles, standing back to let you breathe again. "Why, of course! No hard feelings, darling."

"Really?" You lighten up with a sigh of relief.

"Your little gifts have kept me on my toes," he assures. "Perhaps not my idea of entertainment, but the effort was there."

"I'm glad to hear that," you smile. "Charlie was worried you wouldn't accept my apology or want to be friends."

You seem to catch yourself, eyes going wide as you shake your head.

"N-Not that I'm assuming this means we can be friends!"

Alastor only laughs again, gentler this time. "No need to be so jumpy. I don't bite," he muses. "And tell the Princess she has nothing to worry about."

He takes the bouquet from you, hands lingering over yours for a fraction longer than he meant for them to.

"I would love to be your friend."

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