#all that combines into me not being able to walk five feet without having to sit down for at least a minute or two

[selfindulgentpixies]

Soothing words and decaf

Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto one shot

When nightmares wake you up once again your boyfriends decide they can't just leave you to sit up alone. Gn!reader, reader wears glasses and has bad eyesight, not stated where in the timeline this is. It's an AU where Suguru never left though. This is really just to comfort myself because my nightmares have been bad lately and making sleep super difficult. It why i've been slow on writing stuff because i'm tired a lot. Also i couldn't decide on just one of them for this comfort fic and needed to be doted on by both. Pls excuse any typos or mistakes

You wake with a start, a stuttering in your chest and a choked gasp. You gaze blearily up at the ceiling, your current location slowly invades your senses and pushes away the personal hell your subconscious  had been creating for you. There’s warm breath fanning over the crown of your head. It would probably be ruffling your bangs if not for the fact they were plastered to your forehead by the sweat. You glance to your right and see that at some point in his sleep Satoru had decided you were his personal teddy bear. Your eyes then drift to the left and you jolt slightly to find that Suguru is blinking back at you with a combination of tiredness and concern. 

“Another one?” He asks, voice low and thick with sleep. This had unfortunately become routine.

You go to speak and nothing comes out the first try but upon clearing your throat slightly and trying again you let out a small. “Yeah.. Go back to sleep, Sugu.” 

He huffs a little at your words and how you begin to try and wiggle out of Satoru’s arms without waking him. An impossible task given that all three of you weren’t what anyone could call heavy sleepers. Trauma will do that afterall. So it’s unsurprising when Satoru grumbles and tightens his grip on you. “You should take your own advice.” Satoru’s voice is just as gravely as Suguru’s and when you glance up you see him peering down at you with his impossibly bright eyes. 

“You know I can’t do that… Let me up and the two of you can get some sleep.” You scoot up to a sitting position, Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist making your task of reaching over him to the side table to get your glasses a far harder task than it needed to be. You whine and flop on him. Fine you’d just be blind. You wiggle down and under his arm, surprised he allowed you to do so as you slide to the end of the bed to get up. 

You didn’t feel like giving Satoru a chance to change his mind about letting you go so you don’t walk past him to get your glasses and instead just pad your way into the kitchen. Your shared apartment with the two men was so familiar you could probably navigate it wearing Satoru’s blindfold. 

Once you’re close enough to the microwave to make out the little glowing numbers you let out a huff. It wasn’t even five am yet. You’d maybe managed to get four hours of sleep which was becoming painfully typical. Today would be another day of surviving off coffee and hopefully slipping in a nap as soon as you got a chance. Your nightmares seemed to happen less when you slept during the day. 

You’re shuffling around the cupboards getting down what you need to make coffee when you hear quiet foot falls, perhaps near silent for someone else but your ears were sensitive and seemingly more so when you chose to mostly forgo being able to see. Anything beyond a couple feet away from you losing all clarity and blurring around the edges. Impressions of objects you only recognized based on familiarity.

Well mostly. “That’s the sea salt, love.” Suguru whispers against the shell of your ear as he takes the long cylindrical container from your hand to place back on the shelf and then grabs a very similar but not identical container that houses the sugar. 

You grumble. “Why do we even keep them next to eachother on the shelf?” Suguru’s hair tickling your neck makes you twitch slightly but you don’t brush it or him away as he leans over you, enveloping you in his warmth, resting his chin on your head as he bends at the waist and wraps his arms around your middle.

“Normally you’re wearing your glasses and can tell the difference.” there’s the smallest hint of amusement to his voice. 

You sigh. That was true. It annoys you but it’s true. You rock back on your heels and lean into his chest. “Really you should get more sleep. Go cuddle with Satoru, I’m sure he’s lonely trying to sleep alon-”

A loud yawn cuts through the kitchen as Satoru walks in. “Too late, already here.” 

“Seriously you both should-” 

“If we should be sleeping so should you. So either you come back to bed with us, or we’re all starting our day at this ungodly hour.” You feel Suguru’s jaw moving against the top of your head as he talks. 

You frown deeply, slouching in his hold. “I… can’t sleep okay? If i go back to sleep it’ll probably just start again.” 

Suguru hums and rocks the both of you back and forth. “Then it sounds like we’re all getting up then, right Satoru? “ He turns you both so you’re facing Satoru who’s much closer now.

Another yawn. “Sounds about right.” And as he says this he places your glasses on your face, bringing his own into focus for you. Satoru is beautiful as always but definitely looks like he needs more sleep. But you know very well how stubborn both he and Suguru are, they’re worse than you are. 

You cave. “Fine, stay up if you want then.” You wanted to sound petulant but instead you just sound tired. Suguru Squeezes you before rising to his full height and releasing you. “Go relax, I’ll make the coffee.” 

Before you can respond he gives you a small nudge in Satoru’s direction who doesn’t give you time to protest as he scoops you up and carries you toward the plush living room couch. He flops both of you down before rolling you so he’s squishing you into the plush fabric. “Satoruuuu-” You try to protest as he nuzzles into your neck. If you were more awake you might have caught on to what the two men were doing since in the kitchen Suguru put away the regular coffee and switched it out for decaf before brewing it. They still had some hope of lulling you back to sleep and caffeine wasn’t part of that. They knew you well enough that you likely just needed to be soothed and given time to get out of your head so you could be directed back to bed. 

“Mmm don’t want to cuddle me?” He pouts at you.

“You’re squishing me, you big menace!” 

The two of you go back and forth, you sinking back into the couch and giving Satoru his way despite complaining when what feels like suddenly Suguru is there holding two mugs of coffee and judging by the heap of whipcream on the third mug a cup of hot chocolate for Satoru. He kicks one of Satoru’s legs. “Move over and quit crushing them. “ 

Satoru grunts and starts to complain until he looks At Suguru and spots the mug topped with whipcream. He sits up quickly, suddenly looking angelic which earns a sigh from both you and the long haired man. You sit up and give Suguru a grateful smile as he passes you one of the steaming mugs. “Thank you, Sugu.” 

“Of course.” He leans forward and brushes his lips over your forehead. He gets you to scoot over slightly and as you often do you find yourself squished between the two men. You didn’t need to be squished, the couch was big enough, Satoru just seemed dead set on not moving further than he had to. 

You don’t really talk as you quietly sip at your coffee, instead listening to Satoru and Suguru talk about the upcoming day, voices low and soothing. You hardly notice when your mug is pulled from your hands and placed on the coffee table before you can spill the remnants of your drink on your lap. You blink rapidly realizing you’ve been completely zoned out only now to have Satoru’s face directly in yours. It’s brief because the next thing you know he’s picked you up for the second time that night, or rather morning. “Satoru-” You cut off in a yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders, body shaking slightly with a stretch. 

“I think it’s time we head back to bed. Suguru and I have been talking to you and you haven’t even noticed,” he says amusement clear in his voice. You can hear Suguru in the background putting your mugs in the sink before following the two of you.

“Mm sorry,” you mumble against his shoulder, your glasses being pushed askew though you couldn’t care less. You feel more than hear Satoru laugh. And it feels like in the next blink he’s laying you back in bed, and gently slipping your glasses off before crawling in after you, wrapping you in his arms. It’s only a couple moments later that Suguru follows. A rough warm hand sliding under your sleep shirt to splay over your stomach. 

You’re finally back asleep then, safely tucked between the two of them where no harm can come to you, even if your dreams make you feel otherwise. The two of them will always be there to remind you that you’re safe.

@nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @icy-spicy

@gojoest

[dreamsinarcadia]

MORNING

In which Son Heung Min tries his hand at impressing his girlfriend with breakfast in bed (and fails).

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: fluff and some suggested smut

The sound of her bare feet padding against his hardwood floor might’ve been loud at this hour if it weren’t for the fact they were merely joining in the cacophony Heungmin was already creating.

Bang

Clash

Thud

“NO!”

She grabbed at the fabric sliding off her shoulders and attempted the impossible task of making his oversized shirt fit her frame. The cotton brushed against the skin of her thighs with every step. Underneath, her bare body was still humming with the contentment he’d gifted her a few hours ago. Contentment so blissful that she’d fallen asleep less than a minute after he growled her name into her neck. She couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten from sitting in his lap to being spooned under the covers, but she wished she could – just so she could have seen Heungmin’s face when he finally realized she was going to be spending the night.

She’d thrown his discarded shirt over her head and made her way down the hall when she heard the first disgruntled-Heungmin sound, the dawn light illuminating the vacant, but warm, sport beside her.

She rounded the corner and was met with a boxer-clad Heungmin looking though his pantry with undisguised disappointment. “Are you okay?” she croaked, her voice hoarse from a lack of use combined with residual strain from last night’s screaming.

He jumped in surprise and turned to her immediately, a smile breaking across his face as he saw her using his shirt as a dress. “Hello, my love. Sorry for waking you,” he apologized, teasing her gently.

“What’re you doin’?” she asked, her usual eloquence still not quite with her.

He let out a sorry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but my pancake mix was expired. I swore I just bought them though,” he rambled, muttering the last part to himself. He kept talking as she took in the sight of his five o’clock shadow emphasizing his jawbone, the same jawbone she’d affectionately lavished last night. “And then I thought I could make you some eggs, because you’re always cooking to keep me alive and this is all I know how to make.”

She started languidly walking towards him while he continued explaining his foiled attempt at romanticism. By the time she was at his side, she couldn’t resist temptation anymore, so she grabbed onto his arm and lifted herself up on her tip toes to kiss him.

However, she hadn’t had the opportunity to do this before without the added high of her heels, and she fell embarrassingly short of being able to reach his mouth, so settled to peck his chin.

He stopped mid-ramble and turned his head to the side to beam at her. Raising herself back onto her toes, she looked him in the eye and murmured, “Kiss me.”

The fact he had to noticeably bend over to kiss her while she was standing at her full height was not lost on her, but it faded to the back of her mind as his hands cupped her cheeks and drew her into him. They stayed like that until her toes burned and his neck presumably felt the mutual strain. She let her eyes flutter open slowly as she lowered herself back down, melting into the way his hand slipped under the shirt to rub up and down her back.

“Heungmin,” she repeated softly, reaching around him to switch the stove off with ease.

“Hmm?” he murmured, letting his face fall so he could kiss a trail down the curve of her neck.

“Come back to bed,” she requested, tugging on the waistband of his boxers playfully.

And that he did.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Let Me Know You (Another Level - Installment 3)

Summary:

“Because I wanted someone who is tolerable for more than five minutes,” Nanami snapped, adjusting his tinted glasses. “And who will take this seriously instead of treating it like a game.” “I’m offended,” Gojo lamented, his hand going to his chest. Rinko pushed herself to her feet, fighting the slight smirk as she listened to them bicker. “I take our job very seriously-” “Alright, kids,” she interjected. She held her hand out for the car keys, which Yaga tossed to her without question. “You can fight when Dad isn’t watching later, but for now, behave. Nanami, let’s get going. It’s a bit of a drive, and I’d hate to have you working overtime.” - “You don’t even know me,” she finally whispered. It was the one thing that had been nagging her since he’d first offered hours before. “You know bits about my technique and that I’m a Zenin mistake. But technically, because of my sealed records, that could be a lie.” “Let me know you, then,” Gojo said, a small smile on his face as he spoke so calmly. It was almost as if he’d asked what she thought of the weather.

AN: Say 'hi' to Nanami, everyone 👀 I decided to combine Let Me Know You into one part instead of two, btw.

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Let Me Know You 2010

“Kurisaki-chaaaan,” Gojo’s voice sang, causing her to turn slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Kuuurisaaaaki-chaaaan.”

“Gojo,” she replied easily, watching a grin appear on his face as she spoke. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I should be asking you that,” he stated, his long legs reaching her in a few strides. “You’re the one so far away from home. What are you doing in Tokyo?”

He leaned down so his face was level with hers, his bandages doing little to hide that he was assessing her shamelessly.

“Came all the way to see me?” he asked cheekily, his grin growing. “You shouldn’t have.”

This time, it had only been a few months since she’d last seen him, but she was genuinely surprised. While her knowledge of his activity was limited, she did know he was frequently out on exorcisms. Being the only active Special Grade - and quite literally the strongest in the world - meant he was in high demand.

Whatever their last encounter was, it had been interesting. He’d fulfilled his promise to ruin her thoroughly, barely allowing her any time to rest between rounds. She’d been sore for days afterward, but it had been a satisfying soreness that left her feeling warmer inside when she remembered the reason.

It seemed that rumors about Gojo Satoru were rarely wrong.

Before she’d left his hotel the following morning, he’d given her an absolutely sinful kiss - full of the promise of even more ruin - and told her that he’d see her again soon.

Pressing her against the wall beside the door, clearly reluctant to let her go. He took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue as if he hadn’t spent hours learning every inch of her inside and out.

“You sure you gotta go so soon?” he asked against her lips, smiling smugly when she moaned as he palmed her breast through her shirt. “You could stay here and-”

“I have to work,” she’d insisted, wrenching her lips away from his. “And so do you. I’m sure you need to get back.”

Feeling smug herself, she smirked up at him when he pouted at her.

“It was fun, though,” she said, still feeling breathless. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

His eyes darkened at her words, pressing his hips against hers and grinding. The hard line of his cock told her she needed to leave quickly before he held her up any longer.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s more than a maybe. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

She’d somehow been able to detangle herself shortly after, tossing him a wink as she’d closed his hotel door behind her and headed home to shower before work.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she teased now as she turned to keep walking. “I’m actually here for work. On request from Yaga.”

“He didn’t tell me about that,” Gojo remarked, following behind her. “Strange.”

“Not surprising,” she said dismissively. “It doesn’t concern you.”

“Don’t be like that, Rinko-chan-”

“Kurisaki,” she corrected, giving him a hard look. She didn’t know what they were. Friends? They’d passed acquaintances at this point. Still, she didn’t feel comfortable with him acting so casual with her in public, especially not at work. “Gojo, don’t you have better things to do than to worry about a Grade 2 like me?”

That made him pull up short. He stopped following her, and she chose to keep walking until he grabbed her forearm.

“You’re still only a Grade 2?” he asked, his voice low. “You’re joking. You’re a Semi-Grade 1 at least.”

“Take a guess,” she stated flatly, ignoring how his hand tightened. “Take one single guess as to why-”

“Zenin,” he deduced, voice still quiet. “Huh. Guess I should have known.”

Nodding, she freed her arm, turning away to continue to Yaga’s office.

“I could help with that,” he offered, catching up again easily. “Put in a word. They don’t deny me very often-”

“No thanks,” she cut him off. “While I appreciate the offer, I’m fine with where I am. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to be late.”

She left him in the hallway, staring after her as she entered Yaga’s office.

Nanami Kento’s head turned to meet her gaze briefly. His frown shrank briefly before it grew to a scowl as his eyes shifted to glare at something over her shoulder. Without looking, she knew Gojo had followed her inside.

“Gojo-san,” Nanami greeted coldly. “I don’t recall you being invited to this meeting.”

“Nanamin,” Gojo’s loud voice was just next to her ear. “You wound me-”

“Don’t call me that,” Nanami snapped, his jaw clenching. Rinko couldn’t help but conceal a small smile. “Kurisaki-san and I have things to discuss with Yaga.”

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse,” Gojo countered, plopping down into a chair and folding his hands in his lap.

“Ignore him,” Yaga said, sounding tired. “Focus on the task at hand.” He turned his attention to Rinko. “Kurisaki, thank you for coming all this way. I asked for you because I think you’re well-suited to assist Nanami. He’s still adjusting to being back in the swing of things.”

“Seems a bit overkill to have someone accompany a Grade 1,” she noted, raising her eyebrows. Nanami had been a Grade 1 since his last year in school. “On top of that, wouldn’t another Grade 1 be better suited to-”

“There was one other option,” Yaga said. Lifting one of his own eyebrows, he left her to discern what he meant. Nanami scowled at Gojo when he pouted dramatically. “I’ll be honest with you, Rinko. While you’re an excellent fit for this, you weren’t my first choice. Utahime was unavailable and suggested you.”

She knew. Hime had told her as soon as she’d gotten off the phone with Yaga.

“All the others are busy,” Rinko replied, smiling self-deprecatingly. “I understand. I don’t take it personally.”

Nodding, he let out a small sigh of relief.

“It should be textbook. Simple,” he continued, pulling the file out and handing it over. “An abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Asakusa. Three teenagers went missing last week while trespassing for a dare.”

“Are we assuming them dead or alive?” she asked, opening the file and flipping through it. “Is this retrieval or simple exorcism and move on?”

“Use your best judgment, both of you,” Yaga replied, watching her closely. “But the end decision should be Nanami’s since this is his job.”

As soon as she nodded her agreement, he dismissed them, his stern voice then turning to Gojo.

“Satoru,” he said, tone harsh. “Why are you here?”

Gojo only shrugged, lounging back in his chair.

“Just curious about Nanamin’s first assignment,” he said innocently, grinning. “Since he didn’t want me going with him-”

“Because I wanted someone who is tolerable for more than five minutes,” Nanami cut him off, adjusting his tinted glasses. “And who will take this seriously instead of treating it like a game.”

“I’m offended,” Gojo lamented, his hand going to his chest. “I take our job very seriously-”

Rinko pushed herself to her feet, fighting the slight smirk as she listened to them bicker.

“Alright, kids,” she interjected. She held her hand out for the car keys, which Yaga tossed to her without question. “You can fight when Dad isn’t watching later, but for now, behave. Nanami, let’s get going. It’s a bit of a drive, and I’d hate to have you working overtime.”

-

The drive had been quicker than Rinko anticipated since Nanami was more talkative than she had expected.

She’d only met Nanami Kento twice. The first was at the Goodwill Event during her third year when she’d briefly faced off with him and Haibara Yuu in the main event on the first day.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had been absent, which she’d believed to be a blessing. It meant they’d had a better chance at winning.

But her short encounter with Nanami had told her he was strong. With Yoshinobu having ordered her to limit the use of her technique to help avoid an incident like the year prior, she’d been outmatched and forced to retreat from the fight before it could really begin.

The other time she’d met Nanami had been at Haibara��s funeral. It had been brief and solemn, and she’d stayed near the back with Utahime. She’d only spoken to Nanami to express her condolences and then spoken with Shoko briefly before she was on the train back to Kyoto.

But now, the conversation was mostly focused on his distaste for Gojo’s carefree attitude.

“He’s irritating,” Nanami stated, his monotone voice rising just slightly to convey his annoyance. “And has absolutely no sense of professionalism.”

“Coming from a former salaryman,” she teased, her voice light as she parked the car and climbed out.

He wasn’t wrong, though. In her limited experience, everything was a lighthearted joke to Gojo. With a few exceptions. The look of bloodlust that had overtaken his face when she’d first mentioned Toji came to mind when she thought about how serious he could be.

“He’s a child,” Nanami continued, loosening his tie as he followed her. “And that’s why I’m grateful you agreed to do this. Really.”

Giving a careless shrug, she grinned at him.

“I don’t mind,” she replied, extending her duplicates to their limit to scan the perimeter. Pausing, she created a veil, waiting until it was in place before continuing. “I know I wasn’t the first choice to accompany you, which I understand. But I won’t complain. Since this was a last-minute ask, Yaga agreed to pay me double.”

He rolled his eyes at her statement, retrieving his wrapped blade and rolling his shoulders.

“Still not sure why they think you needed to have a chaperone,” she muttered, focusing momentarily as her duplicate came across a curse. She recalled it immediately, seeing the cursed spirit’s energy spike at the sight of her. “But don’t worry, we’ll knock this out in no time. No overtime for you, mister salaryman.”

His heavy sigh made her want to tease him more, and she turned to meet him toe-to-toe. He was strong. She could tell from his nonchalance and her memory of knowing she needed to retreat during the Goodwill Event as a student.

But things had changed a lot. Her skill level had only continued to grow since she’d last encountered him. And he’d only just returned from a few years as a regular civilian.

“Come on, Kento,” Rinko pressed teasingly, “I know part of you likes the rush. Adrenaline coursing through you as you let loose? Have some fun. This will be an easy job, so we may as well enjoy it.”

Another heavy sigh was paired with him pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I’m beginning to regret this,” he said bluntly, causing her to laugh. “You’re just like the rest: insane and chasing a high.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. She knew that very well, especially after her last encounter with Gojo. But all the more reason to poke her overly stoic companion.

“Careful, Kento,” she said, a chuckle escaping when he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ll hurt my feelings.” Pausing when one of her duplicates spotted something, she focused momentarily to check on it. “I found our teens.”

Nanami looked taken aback before composing himself, stretching his shoulders more.

“Don’t worry, Nanami,” she said quietly, leaving her duplicate to keep sight of the victims. “I’ll take this seriously.”

A flick of her wrist withdrew her stiletto blades from their cursed sheath.

“They’re still alive,” she said. Two boys and a girl, the girl the only of the three awake and aware enough to scream. “Curse seems to be feeding off them slowly, draining their lives over time.” Her eyes closed, tensing when another duplicate came across more curses. “At least two of them are Grade 2. The rest are likely Grade 3 and below. Should still be a walk in the park.”

“How many total?” he asked, prepping his blade once again. “And where?”

“Hard to tell how many there are,” she replied, opening her eyes. Flipping her knives between her fingers easily, she grinned lazily at him now. “They’re waiting for us in the basement.”

“Best not to keep them any longer then.”

-

She’d been right. It was easy.

It had been hard to fight the scoff in the back of her throat when the first Grade 2 was felled easily. Retrieving the teenagers, she ensured they were safe before rejoining the fight.

The Grade 3’s were cut down effortlessly, her blades sinking into the concrete floor when she pierced the final one.

Turning, she yanked them from the quickly dissipating corpse of the curse. Flicking them, she cleaned the blood off and flipped them playfully, sheathing them again.

Nanami handled the other Grade 2 and most of the Grade 3s while she took care of the teenagers. He was breathing heavily from the exertion but otherwise was unphased.

“See?” she asked as he followed her from the basement. She picked up the girl while he heaved the other two over each shoulder. “Simple. Quick. I told you it’d be easy. I’ll even buy dinner to welcome you back and celebrate my doubled paycheck.”

“Wait to celebrate until we get these kids to safety,” he grunted, taking the stairs two at a time and leaving her struggling to keep up. “I’m surprised.” His voice was even as he turned to give her a calculating look over his shoulder. “Why aren’t you Grade 1 or Special Grade 1?”

She almost tripped, the tip of her foot catching on a stair in her surprise. Her body didn’t respond when she tried to get it to continue forward, frustration pooling in her chest as she grit her teeth.

It’s a compliment, she told herself, taking a deep breath through her nose.

The question caught her so entirely off guard, having not been prepared to be asked that question twice in one day.

Gojo was technically different because he now knew enough that he could understand why she’d be tight-lipped about it. And he understood just how damn spiteful they would be.

Special Grade 1? Seeing as only Zenin clan members held that rank, they would have hell freeze over before they let her even breathe in the direction of that promotion.

“That,” she began, forcing her legs to keep going as she shoved the anxiety down. “Is a very personal question.” She knew her voice still conveyed her annoyance and anxiety bundled into one. “One that - sorry to say - I don’t know you well enough to answer.”

He watched her closely as they piled the kids into the backseat of the car and she set off towards the nearest hospital.

His eyes bore into the side of her face. Suspicion and curiosity were on full display.

She couldn’t blame him, honestly. Few knew the exact reasons for her rank, most just assuming she was painfully average. The fact that there were specific holds on her ability to move up, holds meant to keep her at Grade 2 forever, was sensitive information. Even fewer knew why there were barriers keeping her from moving up. Her sealed records did their job well. And she was essentially the Zenin’s best-kept, dirty little secret.

As much as she’d love to embarrass them by letting the world know her father had had an affair with a non-sorcerer, she knew better. Revealing something like that was the best way for her to end up dead within a week. They weren’t afraid to get rid of her if they thought necessary.

He stayed silent as they arrived at the hospital, her checking the kids in and leaving Yaga’s name for them to contact if they had questions.

“Okay!” she said happily, clasping her hands together as she spoke. “Time for food! You like ramen? Or are you more of an oyoko-don kinda guy?”

-

Asakusa was one of her favorite places to get street food. The katsu sando felt like heaven on her nearly empty stomach as she devoured it.

Stopping briefly at a dango stall, she ordered three for herself and pressured Nanami into at least getting one.

“You can stare all you want,” she said flatly, ripping a dough ball from one of the skewers. “But I’m not gonna talk about it.” 

She could feel him trying to read her expression to find some hint of information.

This wouldn’t be another instance like with Gojo where she would spill her guts about her family. She’d taken a big risk letting him know her affiliation, but she also couldn’t just tell anyone and everyone now that she’d told one person.

Nanami’s small eyes narrowed behind the tinted glasses as he raised his eyebrows.

“I’m surprised,” she continued, finally turning slightly to meet his gaze. “You don’t seem like the type to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“And you don’t seem like the type to have such deep, dark secrets,” he replied easily, discarding his own empty skewer in a trashcan as they approached the car. “If you’re not already a Grade 1, then you must have done something to prevent them from letting you promote.” Crossing his arms, a small smirk found its way onto his face. “Now, what could that be?”

Ah yes, she thought bitterly, being born was such a horrendous crime.

“You got me,” she drawled instead, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Seriously Nanami, drop it.” She made no effort to keep the ice from her tone. “Not only do I not know you well enough to talk about-”

“Yet.” His statement was sure as he cut her off. Her mouth fell open in surprise. “You don’t know me yet.”

What did they feed these Tokyo boys that made them so fucking forward? 

Nanami’s eyes were shining ever-so-slightly behind his tinted glasses, his smirk having grown as well. He seemed proud to have rendered her speechless.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she huffed, a small laugh escaping. “I don’t think you can handle getting to know me, Kento.”

Holding her gaze as he leaned forward just slightly, still keeping a respectable distance between them.

“Try me.”

Her grin transformed into a smirk.

“You’re more fun than you let on.”

By the time they returned to the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech campus, the sun had set, and she bid Nanami farewell after they’d reported back to Yaga.

“Told ya we’d have fun,” she called, waving as Nanami walked away. “See you next time, Kento.”

His small smirk when he waved over his own shoulder told her all she needed to know.

“A fun time with Nanamin, hm?”

Tensing at the sudden voice at her ear, she couldn’t help the amused smirk that found its way onto her face.

“Gojo,” she said easily, turning her head to see him smiling down at her in return. “What’s it to you?”

“Seemed real cozy,” he replied, his hands in his pockets. “Have a good dinner with Nanamin, too?”

His smile faltered as he spoke, and her eyes narrowed at him.

“What makes you think we had dinner?” she asked, watching his grin transform into more of a baring of his teeth. “Don’t tell me that Gojo Satoru had nothing better to do than follow us?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he straightened so he towered over her.

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t more than you two could handle,” he replied easily, smirk sliding back into place. “You take every jujutsu sorcerer you meet to dinner after an exorcism?”

And there it was. She debated what to do and what to say. While she’d enjoyed poking fun at Nanami earlier, nothing compared to how quickly she knew she’d be able to provoke the soon-to-be not cheerful sorcerer in front of her.

“And if I do?”

So many buttons to press she almost couldn’t decide which to choose first.

Maybe the big, shiny button that her brain had labeled with very big letters ‘DO NOT TOUCH.’

“Last one bought me dinner, though,” she continued, watching his mouth twitch. That button was just begging to be pushed. And who was she to deny it? “Was nice enough to get my favorite. Almost made up for the subpar fuck I got afterward-”

His growl sent a spark to her core, and she dodged out of the way of his grasp just in time to swap places with her duplicate. Moving through the woods as quickly as she could, she sent another in a different direction, letting its cursed energy flow wildly.

A new trick she’d learned thanks to him.

Somehow, her decoy worked. Feeling the air shift around her, one glance through the eyes of the double told her he’d fallen for it.

“I know you can hear me,” he whispered in its ear, pulling a small smile to her face at how rough his voice sounded. “It’s a nice little trick you’ve got. But I’ll find you, just like last time. You know I will.”

“Promises promises,” she said through her decoy, grinning when he pulled back, eyes narrowing at her for just a moment. “Looking forward to it, Gojo-san.”

Releasing her hold on it, she recalled the duplicate and focused on moving farther away. Leading him around the trees, their game continued. Disappearing just when he got a glimpse of her and reappearing just long enough to smirk at him, she did her best to stay a step ahead. She knew she’d annoyed him enough when he removed his blindfold to stare around.

He was done playing games, it seemed.

The Six Eyes found her instantly, and she heard his dark laughter echoing in her mind from every duplicate that heard him. Just as predicted, he was on her in an instant. Shoving her against the closest tree, he gave her no chance to escape as he slammed his lips against hers.

“New surprises each time,” he breathed. “Impressive.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes,” she replied, whining when he bit her lip harshly.

He hummed, his hand moving to her hair to angle her mouth against his and deepen the kiss. Teasing her tongue with his, his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her against him.

“Subpar fuck,” he stated, his voice low, threatening. His hips were grinding into hers, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. “That what you’d call making you cum so hard you begged me to stop?”

The question made her breath hitch, and she felt another spark move through her, straight to her core.

“Maybe I was begging you to stop because of how bad it-”

The hand in her hair moved to grasp her throat, the squeeze he gave serving as a promise.

He saw it, the spark in her eyes. A sadistic grin appeared as he leaned back, his bright blue eyes shining down at her.“That’s what I thought,” he growled, grinding against her. “Guess I just need to remind you what happens to brats.”

“I really could, you know.”

Gojo’s words were spoken gently as he watched her pull her shirt over her shoulders. Leaning against the wall by the door leading to his ensuite bathroom, his eyes were deceptively soft as they stared at her.

At his statement, she paused buttoning her shirt, looking up to meet his gaze with a quirked eyebrow. Ignoring the way his eyes darkened as they zeroed in on the unfinished buttons, she waited for him to elaborate.

“Grade 1,” he finally said, clearly struggling to force himself to meet her eyes as his gaze kept dropping back down to her partially concealed breasts. Smirking, he met her irritated gaze.

She hadn’t forgiven him for ruining her bra earlier that evening, and he could clearly tell.

“Why?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. “Why would you want to do that for someone you barely know?”

He only shrugged in response, almost as if he thought it all the way through.

“I could recommend your promotion,” he stated, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants casually. “They won’t turn down a rec from me. Yaga could be your second, and then you-”

“No.”

His brow furrowed at her firm refusal, his mouth parting in surprise. It was clear he wasn’t expecting her to give it a second thought before accepting.

“What do you mean, ‘no?’” he asked, a frown pulling at his lips. “I’m offering to help you.”

“I don’t need any favors,” she replied, her jaw set in determination. Her gut told her that it was a bad idea, and she was never one to ignore that feeling. “I meant what I said earlier: I’m fine with where I am now. If I’m gonna get Grade 1, I don’t want the help of people who will just hold it over me later.”

“I wouldn’t-”

She silenced him with a harsh stare, skepticism bleeding into her posture as well. When he said nothing else to contradict her, she resumed buttoning her shirt.

“I wouldn’t hold it over you,” he whispered, pushing away from the wall and walking over to where she stood at the foot of his bed. Pulling her towards him, he ignored her quiet protests about needing to get dressed. “It’s clear that you deserve to be Grade 1. I saw you tonight, saw how you handled the situation. Nanami doesn’t compliment people easily, either. He meant it when he asked why you aren’t a higher grade.”

“Tell me again why you followed us?” Rinko asked, absently swatting at his hands that were discreetly working their way beneath her shirt. “Did you really have nothing better to do?”

His sly smile made her roll her eyes, his hands still trying to sneak into her shirt. She leveled him with a sharp stare, her hands swatting his harder than before.

“I wanted to see you in action,” he replied, his smile shifting to a mischievous one as his eyes gleamed down at her. “The only times I’d seen you fight were against me. I thought it’d be fun to see you in a fight where you can win instead of just being annoying.”

Her eyes narrowed at him as he spoke, knowing he was trying to rile her up. Too bad he didn’t seem to realize she liked being annoying. To him. It was, in fact, one of her favorite pastimes.

Caressing her sides under her shirt, he squeezed her lightly, grinning when she yelped and flinched away.

“Don’t you dare try to distract me with that,” she warned, glaring up at his grin. “You are such a child.”

“Nice knives by the way,” he said, changing the subject. “You looked good using them.”

His hands were pushing her shirt up again, trying to subtly inch it up, but he was stopped when the few buttons she’d managed to fasten caught. She smacked his hands away, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Quit it,” she snapped, fighting the smile at his pout. “I need to go- Gojo, I mean it-”

“When did you learn to use your duplicates for scouting a location?” he asked, clearly still trying to distract her as his fingers dug into her sides.

“A while ago,” she answered vaguely, remembering how raw her ass had been after his little game the last time he asked her questions about her technique. She’d been sore for over a week. A good kind of sore, but still sore. “Did you like the decoy?”

She still felt smug about fooling him, even if it was only for a few moments. Taking his suggestion to mask the energy and flipping it around on him had definitely caught him by surprise.

His grin almost showed pride as he nodded, his fingers ceasing their wandering while he praised her.

“You had me,” he admitted, seeming amused. “I expected you to try to mask the energy, not max it out for a red herring. Way to think outside of the box. Can you control it just like your own body?”

“Not yet,” she admitted, pursing her lips to the side. “It can’t move freely yet, but I know it’s possible. My next goal is to create a perfect copy that I can control independently.”

“I ran into someone who could,” he said quietly, eyes watching her own. “Few years ago. He was weak, though.”

Releasing a scoff, she smirked up at him.

“Everyone is weak to you,” she retorted drily. “I’m a long way off from being able to control it, but I thought you’d like that decoy trick-” her voice cut off with a squawk when his hands swiftly released a few buttons on her shirt. “Stop!” she scolded, but she was unable to fight the giggles at his dramatic pout. “I’m serious. You’re gonna make me miss my train! I need to go home-”

“Ooorrr,” he drawled. One of his hands moved to cup her ass, pulling her so her hips were flush with his. “You can stay the night, have breakfast with me, and then accept my Grade 1 recommendation.” He leaned down so he could kiss her neck. “Come on, it’s the weekend and I know you don’t have work. Have some fun with me, Rinko-chan.”

“Oh, I think you’ve had plenty of fun,” she remarked, breathing a quiet, satisfied sigh when he sucked on the skin of her neck softly. “And I still don’t understand why you want to recommend me so badly if not to have something to hold over my head.”

Nothing in life was free. People, especially people like him, didn’t just do nice things for the sake of it.

“It’s as simple as that you deserve it,” he stated, leaning back to stare at her seriously. “You should be a Grade 1. And they’re holding back your potential on purpose. But they won’t deny my recommendation. I give primary rec, Yaga seconds it, and Nanami volunteers to have you shadow him and boom: Kurisaki Rinko is a Semi-Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer well on her way to Grade 1.”

The way he said it made it sound so simple, which was exactly how she knew it had to be anything but.

“Gojo Satoru doesn’t do things out of the kindness of his heart or for the sake of fairness.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, moving his hand up to cup her cheek sweetly. “Do you trust me?”

She thought for a moment, the answer already finding its way out before she had time to process it.

“No. I don’t trust you,” she admitted, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “I’m no one, not to you. I annoyed you enough a few years ago to intrigue you. You’ve made me cum a few times- don’t start,” she held a hand up when he looked insulted. “None of that is enough to-”

“Because I want to.”

The simple statement took the breath from her lungs, suspicion once again taking root.

“But why?” she questioned, still not understanding. “What reason-”

“Think of it as a friend helping a friend,” he said, clearly growing tired of their back and forth. “Let me help my friend, Kurisaki, achieve her dream of being a Grade 1 sorcerer.”

“You don’t even know me,” she finally whispered. It was the one thing that had been nagging her since he’d first offered hours before. “You know bits about my technique and that I’m a Zenin mistake. But technically, because of my sealed records, that could be a lie. Why would you do anything to help me unless you want something in return?”

“Let me know you, then,” he said, a small smile on his face as he spoke so calmly. It was almost as if he’d asked what she thought of the weather. “When’s your birthday?”

She sputtered for a moment, her eyes widening in shock at the abrupt topic change.

There was no way in all hell that he just asked-

“I can be your friend, Rinko,” he said, arching his brow at her in challenge. “Here, I’ll start since you seem to have forgotten your own birthday. My birthday is December 7th.”

She blinked up at him, dumbfounded for another moment before sighing and shaking her head.

“October 18th,” she murmured.

What was he up to?

His lips ticked up into a small smile. A genuine, gentle smile, and she couldn’t for the life of her understand what was happening. If she knew anything at all about him, this wasn’t who Gojo Satoru was.

“Favorite color?” his voice held a teasing lilt. But his eyes remained serious as her lips parted once again in surprise. “Come on, Rinko-chan, it’s an easy question.”

Crystalline blue, her mind said in a haze before she realized it was only because she was looking into his eyes.

“Seafoam green,” she said quietly. “Light, pale green that’s somewhere between sage and jade.”

It was the color of her mother’s eyes. Growing up, it had been Rinko’s favorite sight to see those eyes light up when she did something for her.

He grinned now, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss felt different than any of their others, which were typically in the throes of passion. This kiss had no clear goal in mind, just existing, and she felt herself melt into it slowly.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Friends don’t typically do this,” she noted, her voice a whisper. A chuckle escaped when he pouted. “Unless you’re going to tell me this is how all of your friendships are? Because that’d be very interesting.”

That made him laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her lips to meet his again. Pressing his tongue into her mouth, his other hand went back to her shirt.

“I’ll admit this might not be a conventional friendship,” he murmured, releasing the few buttons she’d managed to fasten earlier. “But that’s what makes it fun. We can have sleepovers-”

His excited tone made her pull away, unable to contain the snort of laughter. He was completely insufferable. And she needed to leave before he convinced her to stay longer.

Looking down, she sighed at her fully open shirt, shooting him a glare.

“No sleepover tonight,” she said, snickering when he reached for her. “Stop. I’ll tell you what, I’ll think about the recommendation-”

“You’ll accept the recommendation,” he corrected, pulling her with him as he backed to the bed. “And you’ll stay the night. You don’t have anything planned for tomorrow-”

“And how would you know if I have plans tomorrow?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. She didn’t, but that wasn’t the point. “Gojo-”

“Kurisaki,” he mimicked her tone, sitting on the bed now. “Stay.”

He made no effort to pull her down with him, just stared up at her expectantly. His thumbs massaged her bare hipbones soothingly, remaining silent when she didn’t immediately refuse him again.

Finally, she sighed, closing her eyes and lifting her head towards the ceiling.

“I’m going to regret this,” she muttered, looking down to see his hopeful smile beginning to transform into a grin. “I’m leaving right after breakfast, got it?”

The look in his eyes told her he disagreed as he yanked her down onto the bed beneath him before she could continue.

“First thing,” he agreed, nodding solemnly. He shoved her shirt from her shoulders and latched his mouth to her breast. “Absolutely.”

She already knew it was a damn lie.

Boarding the train two days later, flushed and desperately trying to make sure the numerous bruises on her neck were covered for the general public, she fought the stupid grin that appeared when she saw him happily waving goodbye from the platform. His other hand was in his pocket, a giant smirk on his face as he stared at her over his sunglasses.

‘See you soon,’ he mouthed, his smirk growing when she flushed further.

-

Next - Semi-Grade

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Bad Dreams - Part One

(Bad dreams is big, so I am splitting it up.)

There are no good ways to wake up at five in the morning, but I’d safely say that one of the worst ways to be woken up at five in the morning is by the sound of screaming coming from across the hall.

Fortunately I know why there’s screaming coming from across the hall, which doesn’t make it better but does make it not as bad as it might have been. After all, mysterious screaming would present a whole host of other issues to deal with, so I’m glad it wasn’t that. It was Nisien screaming, the guy I live with, my buddy, my pal.

Again.

For as long as I’ve known Nisien - which is all of his life, given we’ve been friends since we were both tiny little babies - he’s had some pretty alarmingly vivid bad dreams from time to time. I mean really alarmingly vivid. We all have bad dreams from time to time and sometimes they’re bad enough we wake up feeling pretty shaken. Nisien has that, but far worse.

And since we live together now I get to be there when they happen, too.

Also no, I don’t know where his name comes from either. I did ask him once and he said it was one of his grandparent’s names and I was like sure, cool, that’s an answer. It sounds Welsh to me, but maybe I’m miles off the mark? Suppose I could have looked it up online but at this point I’m kind of committed to the mystery.

After all, what is life without a few unanswered questions?

Anyway. he’s in bed and he’s having a bad time and he and I have danced this dance before so I know what it is that I have to do - go across and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

Is it enjoyable walking over and occasionally having to delicately restrain someone you care about as they thrash and sporadically scream in their sleep? No, no it is not, but that’s what you have to do sometimes. Wonder if that’s a metaphor for life?

Probably not.

Anyway again, none of that matters. I, awake enough by then to realise what’s happening and what needs to happen, lurch to my feet, nearly fall over, walk head-first into the door, curse, and then stumble blearily across the hall to Nisien’s room, walk into his door too (and curse again), actually open his door, stumble blearily into his room and then take a knee next to his bed to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t roll out of it or start strangling himself with his duvet or leap up and try to climb out the window again.

I do this for a good few minutes.

Luckily his screaming died down pretty quick - he usually only gets off one or two good ones when this happens anyway - so I was mostly just watching him whimper and writhe and twitch which is, you know, great and all. He does try to roll off the bed, too, and when I try to stop him the contact wakes him up. Whoops.

Waking up really doesn’t do him any favours and the thrashing gets that much worse and I have to basically hold him down for a second until he realises where he is at which point he promptly bursts into tears.

That part is quite recent, the crying. I think it’s the stress of it happening so often, honestly, combined with not being able to ever have a proper night’s sleep. Anyone would start crying. Some nights I feel pretty close to it myself given that this just won’t stop happening.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright man, you’re alright, come on,” I say in as comforting a tone as I can manage, helping him up into a sitting position in his bed.

And he says - or sobs - something in response but he’s still mostly asleep so it doesn’t really make a lot of sense and doesn’t really have many actual words in it. But that’s fine. Most of us aren’t our best when half-asleep and that’s when most of us aren’t filled with irrational dread from things we can’t control.

Suppose we can’t control anything irrational, can we?

“Yeah I know, I know but it’s alright, come on,” I say, giving him a hug and a pat on the back as he clings onto me like if he doesn’t he’ll float off into the sky and disappear into space, crying the whole time of course. Poor lad.

So he’s there getting tears and snot all over my shoulder and I’m there rubbing his back and telling him that it’s okay and that he’s safe and I’m thinking to myself that this is happening a lot more often than it used to.

Mean, it used to be something that might happen once every six months, maybe, tops, and even that was more of a general guess than a hard-and-fast rule. It might have happened once every six months and he’d feel embarrassed and I’d tell him it was fine and we’d both have had a rough night and that would be it, but it just as easily might not have happened.

In fact, like I said before, they’d looked to have been on their way out, winding down, tailing off, much to Nisien’s relief.

But then a month or so ago it seemed to just start happening once a week. And then this month it’s basically been happening every night. Every night the screaming and the sobbing and the slow coming back to reality and the cup of tea and the embarrassment, only this time without the break of a few calm months to wind down in. 

So all that embarrassment is mounting and building up with nowhere to go and no time to bleed off naturally, along with all that stress of, you know, waking up screaming every night. Poor guy looks like he’s a few inches short of having a breakdown. 

And I’m not exactly running laps around the lake and clicking my heels in excited delight - waking up screaming every day is bad, getting woken up by screaming every day isn’t exactly all that much good for your sleep hygiene either. I’m knackered.

And if it wasn’t a weird enough shift of gears, I’ve also been having bad dreams every night, too, in those few hours that I’m asleep before having to wake up and go and soothe Nisien. 

Normally I barely dream at all - or, rather, I don’t remember my dreams as apparently we dream every night regardless but usually don’t remember? I’m not an expert - so this is a change for me, certainly, especially with it being every night. 

So that’s two pretty big, inexplicable changes for two guys in two rooms in the same house.

Now, I’m the kind of person who’d much rather put strange things down to coincidence. Strange things happen all the time without anyone having anything to do with them, that’s just life. No sense in wasting time looking for the culprit when the culprit is just things being things. 

But I do also have limits, and this is pushing dangerously close to them.

So I figure, since this is a strange thing, I should go and ask a witch about it. Luckily I know a witch and, since it’s a weekend, luckily I got the free time to go and see her.

And so that happens. What would you have done?

Rose is another person I’ve known since I was a tiny baby. She and Nisien and me used to go roll down hills and climb up trees. One time a boy made Rose cry and so me and Nisien stuffed his shirt with grass until he cried. We got in trouble for that, which is fair. 

Rose was also a witch. A few years ago she got the hat and everything, fully qualified and paid up. 

When I was a younger person (a ‘child’ I believe is the term) I had some people tell me that witches were nasty and mean but Rose was neither of these things and never has been, thus demonstrating to me at an early age that people would seek to lie to me for their own strange purposes.

Those things aren’t really related, really.

I go around to hers and I ring the bell and I wait and a little moment later the door opens and Rose is standing there in her pyjamas (and her hat, obviously), holding a mug of tea and blinking at me, clearly not having expected to see me standing there.

“Did you - are we doing something today, did I forget? Sorry, I had a really bad night,” she says yawning and rubbing her eyes and while it’d be rude to say that she looks like she had a bad night she looks like she had a bad night. Like I did. 

I probably look worse.

“Bad dreams?” I asked and she blinked again, pausing in her eye rubbing to squint at me.

“Uh, yeah. How did you…?”

I indicate with a gesture that I’d like to come in and continue this important discussion inside, out of the cold. Rose gets this and steps aside. In I go.

In her rather cramped little lounge we pick things up again:

“I also had bad dreams and I’ve been having bad dreams consistently. So has Nisien, only his have obviously been worse,” I said, sat on her sofa.

“His terrors come back?” Rose asked, concerned, before taking a sustaining sip of her tea.

“Oh my, yes.”

A fuller explanation of recent events followed. The reappearance of Nisien’s really bad dreams, the drastic increase in their regularity, our shared sleeplessness, that whole shebang. Rose listens and the more she listens the less happy she looks about it all.

“Since last month?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner? Or go to someone else? Or do anything?!” She asked. She showed hints of exasperation. Understandably, really.

“I did say he should, but you know what he’s like about this, he’s embarrassed.”

Not that he has any reason to be, but that’s how embarrassment works, really. If it made sense and could be easily dealt with it wouldn’t be the problem we all know it is, would it?

“But now you’re coming to me because you suddenly think it’s kind of weird?” She asks.

Rose looks like she’s going to come back at me with something else but then pauses and really thinks about it a second, chewing on her lip and clutching her mug. She takes another nerve-steadying sip of tea. I can smell her tea and it smells like the kind of tea that I wouldn't drink, but I’m glad it works for her.

“Well, it is weird, isn’t it?”

“It’s unusual,” she says, eventually, which basically means it’s weird.

The warm glow that washed over me was triumph, I was sure of it. I sat back on the sofa and it promptly started trying to swallow me, as sofas are sometimes wont to do.

“That’s what I thought. So I came here because I thought it might be worth seeing if you could do any witchy junk and shed any light on it. Just on the off-chance, you know?”

She gives me a look. 

She keeps giving me the look in silence and the moment drags. It doesn’t take long for me to crack. Rose could crack walnuts with some of the looks she was capable of putting out.

Literally, actually, what with her being a witch and all.

“What?” I ask her.

She keeps the look on me a few seconds longer, so it really sinks in for me.

“...’witchy junk’?” She then says. I shrug.

“I don’t know what you call it.”

“Magic, we call it magic. Everyone calls it magic.”

Seems obvious now she says it.

“Right, well, that then. Is there any of that you can do?” I ask.

For a second it looked like Rose was all set to give me an abrupt, negative answer. She took in a breath and opened her mouth and raised a finger and everything, but before anything like that could come out she stopped and something seemed to occur to her. The breath let out, her mouth closed and the raised finger moved to scratch her chin.

“Maybe,” she said, frowning to herself.

She’s clearly chewing the subject over so I keep my mouth shut and let her have at it. Scratching her chin changes to tapping her chin which then changes to wagging her finger at me as she stares off to one side still frowning and thinking.

“Assuming it has anything to do with magic - and this could just be a coincidence, most things are just coincidences,” Rose says, as she shares this sentiment with me and rightly so. “But assuming it has anything to do with magic I should be able to pick up a trace of it from one of us. I could try having a look at you, if you’re okay with that.”

“Not that I don’t like volunteering for things but wouldn’t it also work with you, being as how you have bad dreams and all too?” I ask.

“Yes, but it’ll work better with you because you’re magically inert.”

“Nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Do I have to do anything?” I asked.

“Sit still,” she said.

“Think I can manage that.”

Rose slurps up the last of her tea, sets her mug down and then gets up out of the chair she’d been perched in to come and perch along the sofa from me. Once she’s done that she settles herself, takes a few calming breaths and then just touches me right between the eyebrows with a finger.

This is weird, but I guess magic is weird so that tracks. I sit still like I was told to.

Kind of tingles.

And I keep sitting there quietly while Rose, with closed eyes, kind of mouths things and screws her face up in concentration. It feels a bit strange to watch her do this so I try and see what else I can see without moving. Not a lot, as it turns out. I can see she’s found some new badges to put on her hat - which is pretty cool - but other than my view is pretty limited.

“There’s definitely something there…” Rose then says, which is a relief from the awkwardness.

Though learning that you’re the victim of magical shenanigans isn’t great, I guess.

“Oh?” I asked, continuing to sit still as Rose brings up her other hand and puts two fingers on another part of my head. Presumably this is all in aid of something. 

“Yeah, definitely. Someone did this. Not to you specifically, but generally...explains why it got me and Nisien too. Probably a lot more other people as well, probably just about everyone in the area. This is local, I think. Whoever is doing this isn’t that far away.”

(Rose being local to me, only living a street away from me and Nisien.)

(Also, wow.)

“You can tell that?” I ask, deeply impressed.

“I can tell that.”

Magic is so magical, and Rose is such a fine and talented witch.

She spends a little bit longer poking and prodding my head and a few other parts to get a bit more information and once that’s done declares that she’s going to do of reading up on dreams and dreaming and related subjects and get back to me once she feels she’s got a better handle on the subject.

I ask her if that means she’s going to read one of those big, leatherbound books she has. I like those books. I looked in some of them once and they’re illuminated and everything. Rose says it does. This excites me on a base level so I make myself scarce so she has some space to do her thing.

When I get back to mine and Nisien’s place I find Nisien drinking bad coffee, watching children’s cartoons and trying not to fall asleep. Poor sod hasn’t even had breakfast and, since it is around lunchtime, I make some for me and some for him and we eat it and watch children’s cartoons together. Quality stuff.

I also make him better coffee. I have no idea how Nisien is so consistently bad at making coffee. He was bad back before he was sleep deprived and spring-tight with anxiety, too, so that’s no excuse.

It’s instant coffee, how do you do it wrong?

“Where’d you go?” Nisien asks during an ad break. He’s cradling his mug and - and I say this with all the love in the world - he looks like crap. Chap needs a nap.

“Rose’s,” I say simply between chews of lunch.

That gets his attention.

“Oh?” He asks, an eyebrow cocked.

“No,” I say, flat as anything.

“Oh,” he says, honestly a little disappointed.

Despite Nisien’s on-again-off-again absolute conviction that Rose and me have something going on we never do, never have and never, ever will. Just not the nature of our relationship. It’d be just as likely that me and Nisien would get into something.

Which is to say, not likely. At all. Just not the nature of our relationship.

That being said I should probably mention that I have kissed both Rose and Nisien exactly once each in all the time I’ve known them. While there was nothing technically wrong with either kiss - perfectly good as kisses go - they were both very much the wrong person for me to be kissing, something we all agreed on after the fact and have lived comfortably with since.

One way of finding out, right?

Anyway. That’s a tangent. It’s just that Nisien brought it up, as he regularly does, and pulled me off-course. I swallow my mouthful of lunch and chase it with a mouthful of slightly-about-average coffee before setting him straight on why I went there:

“Looking into this dream stuff. I’ve been having bad ones too, you know? Not like yours, obviously, but still bad. Rose as well. Something fishy is going on. Magically fishy, she says.”

Going to this topic immediately puts a damper on Nisien. Probably should have been a little more delicate about it. Oops.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask, putting a hand to his shoulder.

“Fine,” he says.

I put my arm properly around his shoulder after that, pull him in.

“Don’t worry about this, man, I’m on it, I’m going to sort it. Me and Rose are all over this, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, adding after a moment: “Thanks. For looking after me. You don’t have to.”

Strictly speaking in a grand, cosmic sense do any of us have to do anything? Suppose it depends on what you believe. Certainly though on a day-to-day basis there’s no beams of light descending on us from on high to compel us into doing things. We do things because we think they’re important to do and worth the effort, or we don’t.

It’s on us.

But that’s me. Probably wrong. I squeeze Nisien a bit tighter, to reassure him. Hopefully.

“No I don’t, but I do it because I want to and because I can and I know you’d do the same for me without even thinking about it. Rose too. That’s us, eh? Solid as a rock,” I say.

“Heh, yeah,” he says.

And there the matter rests. We watch more cartoons.

Later, Rose gets in contact and asks me to come round again, and so I do. I ask Nisien if he wants to come as well but he demurred. He’d rather sit and blankly stare into space and try not to fall asleep.

Poor Nisien, this really needs sorting.

So I go around and this time the door isn’t answered by a sleepy, pyjama-wearing Rose, no. This time the door is answered by a fully-dressed, fully-awake and quietly-excited Rose. You can tell she’s quietly excited because the brim of her hat has stopped being all floppy and has gone all stiff.

Is that a metaphor for something? One of these days I’ll find a metaphor for something.

“I think I’ve got enough for us to try and investigate to see where this might be coming from,” she says to me, grinning one of her particularly excited grins (she has a selection).

“Ooh,” I say to her. She nods.

“I’ve done a little reading on it so I should have an idea of what to look for once we get up there.”

“Up there?”

Rose switched to a different calibre of grin at that. This could have either been a good thing or a bad thing, with her grins it was always kind of hard to tell. Enigmatic would be the word. I think it was a witch thing, she never used to grin like this before she got the hat, I’m sure.

“Follow me,” she said, beckoning with a crooked finger.

When has anything bad ever happened after you follow someone who beckons with a crooked finger? Never. Probably. With some exceptions.

I followed her.

Locking the front door of her place behind her she led me around the corner and up that odd shared-access passage her place had to what could charitably be called the garden.

Once, however long ago it had been when these houses had been built in the first place, I imagine the garden would have been bigger. But that had been then and this was now, and now we lived in a period of time after someone had decided to sell most of the garden off to someone else, making the garden smaller.

Smaller to the point of actually being a little cramped.

“Give me a hand,” Rose said, going to a small half-shed thing and rummaging around. I gave her a hand and what this turned out to entail was to help her remove something and lay it out in the small, cramped garden.

There was no way what we laid out could have fitted in what we pulled it out of. But that’s just one of those things, no sense in getting caught up on it. I was too busy looking at what it was I’d helped her with anyway.

I could see what it was. Even my uneducated eye could see what it was. Had a basket and everything.

“Why do you have a giant balloon?” I asked her.

“Why don’t you have a giant balloon?” She hit back with.

Good question.

“...fair play,” I said.

“We’re going to use this to get up and have a look around. Evening is coming in, people will be going to bed so now is probably whenever whatever is happening, you know, happens. It’s local, so we might be able to spot it,” Rose said.

I saw an issue with this.

“We’ll be able to spot dreams?” I asked.

“Trust me. I read about this,” Rose said.

True, she had, and I hadn’t. Balloon inflation followed.

I didn’t really have a lot to do with that. I mostly just stood back and let Rose get on with it, it being her balloon and all, and her being the one with the skills necessary to get it inflated. 

Ballooning - balloonery? Whatever it’s called - is not exactly something I know a whole lot about. I know balloons are involved and that they are big, certainly bigger than the one I’d helped Rose lay out in the little garden. Mean, it was big, but in the sense that it took up most of the available space. 

The other thing I knew was that there was a big engine-looking thing that shot fire. That’s the sort of thing that sticks in the mind, fire-shooting engine-looking things. They filled the balloons with the hot air for which they were famous. Rose did not have one of those.

Instead she had a small box and with this box she fiddled.

Heh. Fiddling with her box.

The exact details of her fiddling (heh) were unclear to me, given that she was squatting over the thing and therefore blocking most of my view and I was stood off to one side anyway in an effort to not get in the way. I saw various arcane hand gestures though, and heard many a muttered word I could not comprehend.

At length, all of this must have paid off because the box - having been secured into a cradle of sorts beneath the body of the balloon - all at once started to glow, and the balloon started to inflate. Somehow. I’m sure it made perfect sense to Rose, given her training.

Again, magic is so magical.

[skyclanpo3]

SkyClanPo3 - Changes

List subject to changes and additions as the story develops. Updated 08/27/24.

General

She-cat -> Molly

Medicine cat -> Cleric

Permaqueens are given the title of Matron. Ferncloud and Daisy are both ThunderClan matrons.

Most matrons are female, but the same title is applied to all cats, similar to the matron roles in UK hospitals.

At a cleric apprentice’s first half moon meeting, they receive a mentor from StarClan, called a Guide. A guide is usually the most recently deceased cleric of their Clan (typically their mentor’s mentor) but there are exceptions. Guides give advice, relay prophecies, and teach clerics about StarClan. For example, Leafpool’s guide is Spottedleaf, Willowpaw’s guide is Mudfur, and Echosong’s guide is Fawnstep.

Sometimes, lost or abandoned kits are found by Clan cats. They are almost always adopted by a queen, and are usually treated the same as biological kits (depending on their age). These cats are called Foundlings. An example would be Swiftpaw, who was a foundling adopted by Goldenflower and Tigerclaw.

Cats can be LGBTQ+, and this is completely accepted within Clan society without any issues. The Clan cats are commonly xenophobic, but they are not homophobic or transphobic.

Queens do not have to share who sired a litter. Cats usually only get suspicious if they think the kits are Half-Clan.

The founders (Thunder, Tall Shadow, Wind Runner, River Ripple, and Clear Sky) did not receive the -star suffix, like Code of the Clans stated. Their successors did, but the founding five are remembered by their original names (like in Code of the Clans).

Crowfeather’s crush on Feathertail was not reciprocated.

Physical Changes

Generally speaking, the Clans have different body types to suit their different environments. Of course, this does not apply to every cat within a Clan, but the idea of the average cat differs between the Clans.

ThunderClan cats have an average build, but with more muscle. They have a wide variety of skills (with a focus on battling) and are not as specialized as the other Clans.

ShadowClan cats are smaller and more compact with webbed feet. It's said that their size is due to the harsh territories they reside in and a lack of bountiful prey (especially in the forest territory). Their webbed feet help them travel across the marshland.

WindClan cats are taller and leaner with longer legs, larger ears, and shorter fur. This allows them to stride across the moors with ease.

RiverClan cats tend to be larger (and fatter) with wide paws and long, glossy pelts. This helps them swim in the water and insulate heat. They are often the most well-fed Clan.

Ancient SkyClan cats were similar to ThunderClan, but with stronger hind legs and longer claws. They were easily able to climb any tree and launch themselves out of trouble.

Modern SkyClan has a lot of variety due to their different backgrounds, and they do not have a common build.

SkyClan

Creekfeather -> Mistfeather. This establishes where Mistfeather comes from (instead of being introduced and dying in The Apprentice’s Quest) and helps me not confuse him for Crowfeather. Additionally, Creekfeather vanishes without a note after SkyClan's Destiny, giving me an opportunity to insert Mistfeather where he was.

Frecklewish -> Frecklewing. Why are there two cats named Frecklewish?

Blossomheart and Cloudmist have been fused into a new cat: Lilykit. Daughter of Sharpclaw and Cherrytail, she is a white molly with blue eyes. The two sisters have been combined to slightly reduce numbers, and because they have the same prefixes as Blossomfall and Cloudtail.

Speaking of Sharpclaw and Cherrytail, I have decided to make Cherrytail's former mentor Patchfoot, so it's not weird anymore. Sharpclaw mentored Rockshade instead.

Tinycloud has a different mate - Shrewtooth. The walking ball of anxiety is the father of Pebblekit and Parsleykit, preventing Pebbleshine and Hawkwing from being cousins.

Spottedleaf did not give Leafstar a life, though she was present for the ceremony. Instead, Clear Sky gave her a life for strength.

Honeytail -> Ambertail. She shared the same prefix as Honeyfern (who takes priority).

Sandynose, Birdwing, and Ambertail are from Dodge's group. They decided to sneakily follow SkyClan back to the gorge at four moons old, and were pseudo-adopted by Clovertail. They aren’t considered foundlings, but Clovertail liked to take care of them as SkyClan’s matron.

(I feel like everyone in present-day SkyClan is related to Clovertail, and I wanted to remedy that)

Skypelt and Silverpelt

SkyClan cats do not go to Silverpelt when they die, they go to Skypelt instead (name taken from @ bonefall).

Skypelt is a lush autumn forest at dawn, with warm light filtering through the leaves and a gentle breeze flowing through the trees. At the center of the forest is a gorge with a creek, cutting deep into the earth with lots of rocky ledges to climb. There is often birdsong in the forest, and plenty of prey rustling beneath the leaf covered forest floors.

Skypelt is separate from Silverpelt, and cats from Silverpelt can only walk in Skypelt through an invitation. The cats present for Leafstar’s nine lives were invited for the ceremony and vanished once completed.

Birdflight, Gorseclaw, and Spottedpelt can walk freely between the two, spending most of their time in Skypelt.

[courtforshort15]

The Trouble with Vending Machines

Word count: 700

General summary: Matt Murdock can do things that no ordinary blind man can do, but he still runs into things that remind him of his disability.

Trigger warnings: discussion/content about Matt Murdock's struggle with his inability to see

Masterlist

"Excuse me," Matt calls out, knowing full well someone is about to walk by him. He waits until the woman is close enough that he can pretend he only hears her walking past him once she gets within a few feet. In reality, he heard her before she even entered the building. "Can you help me?"

The clacking of a woman's heels come to a stop, and he smells the scent of her shampoo float towards him as she turns back around to face him, hair swinging around her shoulders.

"Oh, sure," she replies once he assumes she has noticed the cane in his hands and the frame and dark lenses perched on the bridge of his nose. The sharp sounds of her heels echo through the hallway of the campus building as she makes her way over to him. "What can I help with?"

Matt has learned to adapt in a world without his sight, and would have done so even without the crotchety old man who had tried to make him into a perfect soldier. But even if no one was around, and even if he was able to use his abilities to navigate freely around the building, using this old goddamn vending machine would still be a struggle.

He knows vending machines that are user friendly for the visually impaired exist, but this machine is not one of them, and it's frustrating.

Matt smiles tightly. "First, can you tell me if this vending machine only takes cash, or is there a credit card option?" He already knows both are available, but his public persona is a series of acts and half-truths, and one must look the part of a blind man.

"You have the option to use either," she answers him in a kind, but matter of fact tone. The woman doesn't seem awkward or hesitant around his disability, which he appreciates. Some people walk on eggshells around him, nervous and afraid to offend him, and he hates it.

"Oh, great," he sighs in fake relief as he pulls out his wallet. "Does this machine have candy bars, by any chance?"

"It sure does. Do you have an idea of what you want?"

"Is there a Snickers bar?" Matt knows there is; he can smell the caramel and chocolate and peanuts. His guilty pleasure. "Or maybe a Reece's Cup?" The woman hmms briefly as she looks at the snacks inside.

"Yup," she responds. "It has both."

"Perfect," he smiles at her in what he knows is one of his most charming smiles, based on the reactions he gets from people who find him attractive. "I'll take both. How much is it? I'd rather not use my credit card, and I've only got five bucks on me." Cash in the United States dosen't have any Braille identifiers, which he thinks is ridiculous. He only knows which bill he has because Foggy helps him fold the corners of the cash a certain way, depending on the denomination.

For a country that supposedly prides itself on inclusivity, it sure isn't accommodating to people with disabilities.

"Yeah, it's only $3.75, it looks like. You've got enough." Her heartbeat assures him she's not lying, so Matt hands over the cash. The buttons beep on the vending machine as she enters in the letter and number combination assigned to each item. Matt hears the machine take the cash, and 30 seconds later, the candy bars are placed into his hands, along with the change.

"Thanks so much, I really appreciate it," he tells her, and he's being completely truthful as he does so. For all of the skills and techniques that Stick drilled into him as a child to help him manage his senses, this is something he honestly cannot do by himself if the machines aren't set up to accommodate people like him.

He is always able to tell which candy bars and chips may be housed behind the glass of the vending machine, but he can't tell what letters and numbers are associated with each snack, and he definitely isn't able to read the total dollar amount on the screen when places use older machines like these.

"Yeah, no problem," the woman says easily, which he appreciates. Most people tip-toe around his disability, and he can tell when people seem frustrated for having to do just a little extra work to accommodate him. "Do you need help getting somewhere? I know my way around the building pretty well."

Matt smiles, and it's one that's wider and more genuine this time. "No, but thank you. I can find my way back to the classroom."

"Okay, then. Have a great rest of your day."

"Yeah, you too." Matt hears the clacking of the woman's heels as she resumes her journey towards her next destination. Once she's gone, he unwraps the Snickers bar and throws the wrapper in the trash, before taking a large bite and making his way to his next class.

Happy Disability Pride Month!

This post had two main motives:

1. I wanted to take a moment and highlight the fact that even the littlest things can cause harm, even if it's something you don't personally struggle with, and that all these things deserve attention and consideration in making a world that is inclusive to everyone

2. I did this from a fanfiction lense...Matt Murdock is 100000% blind, even when he describes his "world on fire" to Karen, and that fact sometimes got lost in the shuffle

Please please PLEASE let me know if something looks off, if I should change something, etc. I know it can be a sensitive topic and the last thing I want to do is cause more harm.

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[rcksmith]

Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

Tagged: @bubblegumflamingos

[nope-body]

Scratch what I said before about being fine, this fucking sucks.

Guess which idiot took their morning-only med (a stimulant) at night?

This one!

[endlessymphony]

It’s You.

pairing - fred weasley x reader

summary - best-friends to lovers <3 fred finally recognizes his feelings for his closest friend. wc - 1.4k

based on some of these - https://oc-interrogation.tumblr.com/post/647240190963908608/friends-to-lovers-prompts-for-when-theyve-finally

a/n - this is cute, but barely has a plot :,) i’m sorry !

Inseparable.

That’s how people would describe you and Fred since the two of you became practically attached at the hip by the age of five. Your parents had gone to school with Molly and Arthur, therefore resulting in your families being quite close- intertwined almost at certain points, hell, your families even vacationed with each other. It was surprising when one was seen without the other, since everyone started to act like you guys were some sort of package deal.

Well, it did seem that way- You guys did everything together and shared a lot of things as well; having a lot of the same classes, the same friends, you were even both on the Quidditch team since Fred didn’t want to go to the try-outs alone, and you guys were even able to understand each other without speaking.

The feelings remained strictly platonic up until sixth year when Fred went home for the winter break. Molly combed through his hair as your family was coming to visit the Weasley’s for dinner and a gift-exchange. She attempted to make small-talk with him, “So Fred, has anyone caught your eye this year?” she hummed, smiling sweetly as he turned to face her. He pursed his lips. “No.” was the easy answer.

“I heard from Y/N’s mum that Y/N is interested in a boy named Cedric,” Molly started, “but you didn’t hear that from me.” His stomach churned, unknown feelings bubbling up into his chest as he felt his heart start to crumble. A small “oh” was the only thing he could muster, turning away to look down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. “He’s handsome, and good at everything. I can see why Y/N would like him.” He tried to contribute to the conversation.

Fred didn’t know why he was taking that information like this, ‘I don’t even like them!’ he practically screamed inside his head.

Molly pulled the comb away and set it down on the dresser, patting his shoulder before smoothing out some of the wrinkles on his shirt. “They’ll be here soon. Come help me set the table, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing by that point, consuming him.

maybe he did like you after all...

You were sitting in the great-hall, picking at your food as you half-listened to all the chatter around you. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze, the two of you sharing a small smile. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded, ‘not hungry.’ You both went back to what you were doing previously. Dinner eventually came to an end, and you managed to sneak out early. He walked out of the Great Hall with Lee and George, the same sickening feeling returning as he spotted you and Cedric chatting away in the hall; you were giggling over something Cedric said. It made him feel defeated.

You noticed your friends, starting to walk towards them. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” you called out to Cedric as you hurried to catch-up with Fred and the others. You began to walk alongside them, looking up at Fred and frowning slightly when you noticed that he had his brows furrowed. “You always do that with your eyebrows when you're sad,” you commented, he looked down at you and released the tension that had unknowingly gathered in his face. You continued, tilting your head slightly. “I hate to see you sad. What’s wrong?”

“Just got a shitty mark on a research paper, no big deal.” he shrugged your question off, forcing himself to smile so that you would stop asking questions. “Do you want a cookie? I managed to snag some.” Fred offered, pulling out the napkin-wrapped sweets from the pocket of his robe. You struggled to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nodded, reaching out to take one from him. “You always know my weaknesses, Weasley.”

He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes always seemed to glimmer when you smiled, and the way your cheeks flushed slightly, and your lips…

“this is why we’re best-friends.” that comment snapped him out of his daze. He nodded, “yeah, best-friends.”

He finished walking you to your dorm, cracking a few jokes along the way just to catch sight of that breath-taking smile a few times more.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Fred.”

He ruffled your hair slightly, pulling away to watch the door shut behind you; a small sigh escaping his lips as he turned to walk down the stairs, preparing to spend another night staring at the ceiling- wishing that the pillow next to him was you.

‘How do you tell someone you love them? Especially when it could ruin everything you’ve ever known. There’s safety in the comfort of knowing that at least you’ll always be their best-friend, at the very most. The uncertainty of reciprocated feelings twists your stomach, and could alter everything forever.’

A week had passed since then. Classes were out for the day and Fred was sitting on your bed watching you hold up a million different outfit combinations. “C’mon, I need more than an ‘okay’ or a ‘sure’” you whined, stressing yourself out. “what else are best-friends for if not to be each-others fashion advisors?”

“I never signed up for this.” He rolled onto his back, letting out a small huff, “So, you’re really going out with Diggory?”

You turned away from the mirror to raise an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nah.” Fred faked a smile, “Why would I have a problem with him? He’s a golden-boy, there's no one better for you.” ‘other than me.’ he thought, biting his tongue.

You smiled, turning back to pick up the two outfits you were torn between. “Ripped jeans and the green top, or…” you held-on to the ‘or’ as you picked up the other option. “The jean shorts and white graphic tee?” Fred pretended to be deep in thought, tapping at his chin with his index finger. “What shoes?” he asks. “My Converse, probably.” You look down at your socked feet briefly before looking back up at him. “Then go with the shorts, it’s hot, and… why don’t you wear the green top with them? The colour works with your skin.” He smiles for real this time, imagining how nice you would look in the outfit.

“Thanks Freddy, now look away, I’m changing.”

“Oh c’mon, it's not like I haven’t seen you change before.” He teases.

“Shut up, it’s different now. Cover your eyes!” you laugh and toss the white top at his face.

“Fine, fine. Eyes are covered.” Fred grumbles as he puts his hands in front of his eyes, waiting for the ‘all good’ from you to look again.

You hurry to get changed, eventually telling Fred he can look again. He hurriedly uncovered his eyes, a smile growing as he looks you up and down. “What are you looking at?” you shoot, playfully. “You look stupid.” he replies as he maneuvers himself so he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you start to struggle with the clasp of a necklace. Fred shakes his head and stands up, standing behind you and taking the clasp from your hands. “Let me help.” His voice was low and gentle. You smile to yourself, face flushing slightly as you feel his cool hands against your warm skin. He finishes with the necklace and you turn to look in the mirror, Fred looking in it with you.

“You look gorgeous.” he places a hand on your shoulder, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Oh, shut up.” you muse back at him, turning to face him. “No, I seriously mean it.” Fred looks at you, looking genuinely sincere. “You look amazing, breathtaking even.” He pretends to brush a strand of hair from your face, just looking for an excuse to touch you, hand eventually resting against your cheek. “Diggory is really lucky.”

For a second, you forgot about Cedric- the outside world seemed to fall away. It was just you and Fred, like it had always been, but this time something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and he was looking at you in a way that you had never seen before. You felt your stomach flip as you locked gazes, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Something took over him.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” he mumbled, leaning down slightly to press his forehead against yours. And you did; It was sweet, and short, definitely not what you would expect from someone like Fred.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Fred chuckles, a bit breathless. His heart was going what felt like 300 mph, and his face was feeling red-hot. “No one ever compared to you. I mean, how could anyone compare to you?”

“Forget Diggory.” you said, tone breathy. “Kiss me again.” A smile spread across both of your faces.

Fred had no issue doing exactly what you had asked for.

🏷- @miss-starkov @wizardwheezes @i-love-scott-mccall @hogwarts-1d-drarry-stan @angstology

[360iris]

do you have any wips? sorry i’m just curious, i’m in love with your writing

Luv, Hold Me Down (Sirius Black x Reader, WIP)

Warning: Mature themes? I don’t know with this one.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: You’re gonna hate my ass because I have zero intention to finish the smut on this one shdhd. Maybe when I’m less busy I’ll come back and update it (although not atm). There are typos galore too so I’m sorry in advance!

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The infamous Bubblegum Bomb Incident of 1972. Casualties: one.

During Year Two, Sirius had resolved to get revenge on Cissy’s insufferable boyfriend ever since he tripped him in the halls to get a laugh out of his Slytherin lackeys; and what better way to do that than ruining his precious platinum locks.

It was suppose to be a quick and untraceable procedure. He’d get to personally serve Lucius his own brand of justice and the job would be completed without having to suffer detention.

If only you hadn’t been rushing through the halls that day.

Lunch had just ended, and you were haphazardly ducking and dodging through the wave of students, on your way to visit Remus. He’d been sentenced to a strict, three day period of consistent bed-rest in the infirmary after a particularly bad transformation.

You’d just wanted to bring him a slice of his favorite Hogwarts style coconut cream pie, but one wrong turn and you were suddenly bombarded with three quick pelts of homemade exploding bubblegum bullets.

Sirius had designed them to be quick and lethal with their distribution of rubbery goo so that the target's hair was sure to be ruined.

The first shot sent the small plate in your hands completely airborne. The next two hit you square in the chest, knocking you fully onto your back.

The aftermath was so extreme that it took the combined effort of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and eventually, the guiding hand of Madam Pomfrey to free you from the sticky sludge and off of the stone pavement.

By the time they’d got to the infirmary, your entire head of hair had been deemed unsalvageable by sweet Poppy, and the only thing she could figure to do was shave it clean off by hand.

You’d spent the next two days unexpectedly alongside a tired Remus, confined in the sick bay, crying your eyes out hysterically. You’d had no idea who had done this to you or why.

That was until the third day, when Poppy finally allowed visitors in, in hopes of lifting your spirits.

Your guests included:

An empathetic Lily and Mary, both girls bringing you and Remus an abundance of flowers from the greenhouses, with explicit approval from Professor Sprout; alongside the homework you’d missed and plenty of junk foods.

An overzealous Marlene who’d spent the entirety of the three days drafting up and collecting signatures for a petition to permanently ban disruptive joke shop type inventions.

And lastly, an uncharacteristically stonefaced James and solemn Sirius who both quietly observed the crucially placed scarf on your head meant to distract from your current state of baldness.

“Go on then. Tell her, man. It’s only proper.” James said abruptly with folded arms, for the first time ever foregoing his usual impeccable home-taught manners and any form of courteous greetings altogether.

You watched confused as Sirius stood some several feet away, staring directly down at his shoes. After another coarse verbal prod from James, he stepped forward, eyes wide and brows furrowed.

“I- You have to understand, I couldn’t have known, Y/N! It happened so suddenly and before I knew it, it was too late!” He pleaded desperately and you weren’t quite understanding what he meant.

“I don’t follow, Sirius. What are you on about?” You asked, watching as he began wringing his hands.

He looked over to James again, seemingly pleading for aid that wouldn’t come. James looked positively severe, intent on standing by his decision to have the boy do this by himself.

“I- I was the one who blew the gum bullets.” Sirius finally whispered, looking positively terrified of your reaction. “But I didn’t intend on hitting you, I promise! It was for that git Malfoy! Remember when he tripped me in front of all of those sixth years last month? I’d been working on a way to get him back ever since! You’ve got to believe me, Y/N!”

But you’d stopped listening after the initial reveal. Your blood ran cold and it was hard to focus on anything in particular before suddenly all of your senses came rushing back in, and you were furious.

And even though James and Remus had been gauging your response, neither could have been quick enough to match the speed at which you pulled off both of your slippers and hurled them at the older boy’s face.

Successfully managing to clock him so hard, he reflexively reached up to clutch his sore, but still intact nose.

After that day, you had deemed Sirius public enemy number one, he managed to outrank even the silver-spoon fed Slytherins and that antagonizing blight, Peeves.

While there were tonics for quickening hair growth, you cursed Sirius Orion Black, every time you had to awkwardly apply a plethora of random oils to your scalp and walk around campus bald for an entire semester.

When he looked your way, you glared back mercilessly. If he dared to even address you, your responses were far from being deemed PG-13.

He’d spent the first six months wearily but consistently trying to apologize, however the damage had already been done, and it’d destroyed any semblance of friendship he’d crafted with you beforehand.

So after a while, he gave up. If you were going to hate him regardless of his actions, he figured he might as well stand up for himself during the bickering matches that transpired whenever the two of you were less than six feet apart.

Over the years, you’d remained bestfriends with Remus and James, though they could never hang out with the both of you at the same time.

For example, if you were eating breakfast with the two boys in The Great Hall and Sirius arrived late after sleeping in, you’d promptly roll your eyes and slide away to talk with Lily.

——

“That most definitely is not healthy, James.” You grimaced, tilting your head back laughing. The book in your lap, long since abandoned from the moment your bestfriends entered the common room.

“Muggle five second rule, Y/N! You were the one who told me about it to begin with!” He grinned from his spot sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you.

You couldn’t help bursting into a fit of giggles, desperately trying to respond. “Rem- Remus! Please! Inform him that it doesn't apply to dropping a sandwich down an entire flight of stairs!”

“Believe me I tried, but he seemed pretty determined to eat it, hair and all after catching up to it.” Remus replied softly, a fond smile playing on his lips as you began making gagging noises of disgust.

“No! James Fleamont Potter, tell me you didn’t actually eat hair!” You laughed, extending your socked foot to shove him.

“I will suffice by just saying that, there may or may not have been a stray hair or two on it when I picked it up- Oh! Sirius, how was detention?” James trailed off to greet a certain boy and your demeanor immediately soured.

Your textbook on alchemical runes suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing in the world.

“It was worth it. Mcgonagall must be getting tired of me because she had me choose a book and read for three hours. Don’t let me interrupt the fun though. Looks like you’ve finally coaxed the Ice Queen to defrost for a bit. Shame I wasn’t here to see it.” He remarks, and you didn’t need to be looking at him to know he was wearing that infuriating smirk.

“Don’t worry, Black. I’ll never be able to truly relax knowing you’re still out running amuck. Next time you get written up, I’ll be sure to beg Mcgonagall to keep you chained outside with the rest of the wild animals.” An acute look of disgust etches across your face as you close your book, promptly shoving it into your bag.

“If you’re so desperate to see me in a collar, the person you need to be begging is right in front of you, doll.”

You could not have rolled your eyes harder at his remark. In a huff, you tug the strap of your bag around your frame and stand indignantly.

“You’re actually right for once. James? Keep your mutt on a tighter leash, before I’m forced to be the one that puts him down.” You sneer, flipping your hair over one shoulder and striding up to the girls dormitory before he can get in another word.

Remus sighed, unhappily leaning back against the couch he was currently sprawled across. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Sirius watched as your figure disappeared up the stairs before turning to the boy, a dumb smile playing on his lips.

“She doesn’t hate me nearly as much as she tries to make you believe.” Was all he offered giddily before skillfully changing the subject.

———

Much like the infamous playboy Sirius Black, you were known for how frequently you broke the hearts of anyone you hooked up with. They found that sex with you was a spiritual experience, but were usually crushed when you made it clear you weren’t interested in recurring partners.

When Gryffindor’s Quidditch team won a mid-season match against Ravenclaw, James was relentless in persuading you to come to the after party. And though you weren’t originally keen on the idea, you figured it’d be an ample opportunity to relieve some stress.

The night had gone well. You’d garnered a nice buzz from the punch James made in his dorm and had your eyes fixed on Theodore Nott who’d been snuck in by Marlene.

Sirius, who was working his way onto his third cup of punch, watched you make eyes with the Slytherin boy from across the room.

He sat silently seething as you adjusted in your spot on the couch, crossing your legs while holding that snake’s gaze. In the end, all it took was the simple curl of your index finger for Theodore to hand his drink to an unimpressed Marlene and approach you.

Sirius watched as the two of you exchanged a handful of words before you sultrily dragged the boy away by his collar.

It took a minute for him to register that the styrofoam cup in his grasp was crushed.

After grabbing a napkin, he irritatedly ran a hand through his hair and his breath was ragged.

Why did he care that you were probably seconds from fucking a random guy? He definitely wasn’t one to judge, he’d been with plenty of people over the years.

However, no matter how many times he rolled the idea around in his head, he was getting angrier by the minute.

Remus approached him to spark up a conversation, but he was already slipping past him, towards the direction he watched you disappear to earlier.

He found you in the hallway, lip-locked with Theodore who had a grip on one of your exposed thighs. Meanwhile your hands were tangled in his hair.

Sirius’ body switched into autopilot, moving at such a speed that his brain couldn’t even keep pace.

He had harshly pulled the boy off of you, slung you onto his shoulder and made his way to his dorm. Partygoers standing confused as you beat his back, yelling at him to let you go. Once he’s on the stairs away from prying eyes, he delivers a sharp slap to the exposed skin on your thigh.

“Stop screaming bloody murder, Y/L/N.” is all he says and you bite your lip at the sting.

By the time he locked his door and tossed you onto his bed you’re looking at him like he’s insane. Scurrying to get off the mattress but he quickly grabs you ankle, pulling you back to where he dropped you.

“What the fuck has gotten into you!?” You hiss, watching him run a hand through his locks.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat and realize you like me. Tired of watching you hop on random dicks that aren’t mine. You want to get laid tonight? Fine, fuck me then.” He growls and you’re instantly overwhelmed.

“Did a screw come loose in your head? I don’t know what the hell you’re on but I’m not fucking you all people!” You respond by grasping a pillow from his bed and chucking it at his head. He easily catches it with a roll of his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since our first year, Y/N. And I’ve observed you long enough to know if you genuinely hated me or not.” He confesses and you freeze. His eyes were crystal clear and you’re at a loss of words so he continues.

He gently grasps one of your hands, bringing it up over his heart. You can very faintly feel his heart racing and your brows furrow. He was actually being genuine.

“You want fuck me so bad you’ve officially gone stupid?” You ask but he sees the tiniest smirk on your lips. And for whatever reason, you actually let him move in to kiss you.

He jumps a bit when you bite his bottom lip and you giggle before he’s pressing you back onto the bed.

It’s a fight for dominance, neither of you wanting to be the one that relents.

[storiesforallfandoms]

kissing strangers ~ pete davidson

word count: 2522

request?: yes!

“Can you do a story where the reader is at New Year's Eve and she wants to kiss someone and she kisses a random man she finds out it's Pete Davidson after?”

description: in which she’s single for the first time in years and decides to kiss the first person she sees at midnight on new year’s eve

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol usage

masterlist (one, two)

Why did I think this would be a good idea? you thought to yourself as you looked around at your fellow partygoers.

Your best friend had convinced you to come to a New Year’s Eve party thrown by someone you didn’t even know. Your boyfriend of five years had broken up with you just a few days before (between Christmas and New Years, perfect timing), and all you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry. Your friend, however, wanted to get you out of the house, even if it was just for one night.

“I’ll be by your side all night,” she had promised. “I won’t leave you alone at all.”

That lasted all of ten minutes.

The moment you walked through the door, the host of the party whisked your friend away. She called over her shoulder that she would come find you soon. That was roughly three hours ago and you were still stood in a corner all by yourself, watching your fellow partygoers having a much better time than you.

There were too many couples sitting or dancing together, grinding or making out. They were all basically one step away from fucking right there in front of everyone. If it wasn’t couples, it was single people attempting to hook up with anything that moved.

Being what felt like the only single person in the room made you regret coming. You found yourself even becoming angry at this thought and wanting to leave. But you were already two drinks deep and you were sure your friend was more than shitfaced at this rate. So, instead of leaving or sitting there and continuing to feel angry, you decided to follow her lead and get completely obliterated.

You down your next two drinks in quick succession, and did a few shots with a group of very drunk people that were in the kitchen when you went for your third. By the time you had gotten halfway through your third drink, you could barley see straight and your stomach was starting to churn.

You went outside for some fresh air, nearly sighing with relief when the cold air hit your face. You hadn’t realized how stuffy it had gotten inside until that moment.

You were leaning on the railing of the balcony, two couples standing on either side of you, already getting started on their midnight kissing. You cringed at the very public displays of affection, but also secretly wished you were still with your ex to do the same thing.

Who breaks up with someone before New Year’s? you thought to yourself. Especially so close after Christmas? The greedy fucker probably only wanted his Christmas gifts then to kick you to the curb.

Your anger started to rise at this, and just in time for someone to announce that there was only 30 seconds left of the year. Everyone raced outside, either onto the balcony where you were or into the yard below, to start the countdown to the new year. As they began to chant from 10, you noticed almost everyone around you had someone for their midnight kiss. Everyone except for you.

A combination of your anger and drunkenness caused you to make a decision you never would’ve made if you were sober.

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

Without thinking, you turned to the person closest to you that wasn’t already attached to another girl, and pulled him in for a kiss as the fireworks lit up the sky around you. Your poor victim seemed shocked at first, going completely tense as your lips met his. The somewhat sober part of your brain was screaming at you for your stupid decision (You don’t even know who this guys is! What if he’s some creeper or he has herpes or something?!), but you were too faded to really care at that point.

His hands found your waist and he pulled you to him, pressing his body as close to yours as he possibly could. Your hands gripped at the soft material of the shirt he was wearing, slipping under for just a moment to feel his warm skin against your cold hands.

Before either of you could go further, though, your stomach lurched and you quickly pulled away from him. You had gotten just a glance of what he looked like before you went running back into the house and to the nearest bathroom.

After hogging the bathroom for upwards of 20 minutes, you finally stopped throwing up and were able to get up from your place beside the toilet. You splashed your face with some cold water and decided your best course of action was to get some water, find your friend, and leave as soon as possible.

The first stage was very easy to fulfil, however the party was so jam packed with people, and the lights were so dim, that it was hard to tell where your friend could’ve gone. You were starting to wonder if maybe she ditched you for the host of the party, or for some guy she had picked up along the way. Neither would’ve surprised you all that much.

You decided to take your water and sit outside the front door to see if she would leave any time soon. If you didn’t see her within the next hour, you decided you’d just walk home on your own.

You were finishing the contents of your cup when someone sat next to you. He was a tall guy, around your age, with messy black hair and brown eyes so deep you felt like you could get lost in them. You almost had to chastise yourself for thinking of him in this way so soon after your heartbreak, but you had to admit that he was a very attractive man.

“I hope my kissing wasn’t that bad that you had to go vomit,” he said.

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, and when you did you cringed. “Fuck, that was you?” He nodded, a slight grin on his face. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. That was so wrong of me, I hope I didn’t ruin your night or anything?”

“Again, only the thought that you threw up because you kissed me would have ruined my night,” he responded. “Trust me, I will not complain about a beautiful woman randomly kissing me during a party.”

You blushed at his compliment and looked down at your cup, hoping he wouldn’t see.

“I didn’t throw up because of the kiss,” you assured him. “I just had too much to drink way too quickly and it all caught up to me at once.”

“Sounds like normal New Year’s Eve party behavior.”

You shook your head. “Not for me. I don’t usually drink. I kinda went overboard tonight because...” You trailed off, looking up at your still unknown midnight kiss. “Sorry, you don’t wanna hear this. We don’t even really know each other.”

“Well, we can fix that. I’m Pete, and you are?”

“(Y/N).”

“Nice to properly meet you, (Y/N).” You giggled and shook the hand he offered to you. “Now, tell me, what has you so troubled that you got shitfaced, kissed a stranger, then threw up? And now has you sat out here all by yourself.”

You sighed and looked down at your lap. “My um...my boyfriend of five years broke up with me a few days ago. My friend dragged me to this party to get me out of the house, but she immediately ditched me, and watching all these couples being lovey dovey with one another, or horny drunks trying to hook up, just sort of set me off. I decided to get absolutely drunk, and at midnight I was drunk and angry so...I kissed the nearest single person.”

“Which was me,” Pete finished.

“Which was you,” you confirmed. “At least, I hope you’re single. If you have a girlfriend already I am very sorry.”

Pete chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I am very much single. I don’t think a girl has even looked at me that way in months. That I know of, anyways.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, happy to know that you hadn’t drunkenly made the moved on a man who was already taken.

“And, if I might add,” Pete continued, “I know that I literally know nothing about you besides your name, but your ex is definitely an idiot. Five years and he decides to end it? Not even put a ring on it? That’s shitty, and stupid. If I were your boyfriend, I’d put a ring on it within a few months.”

You giggled and shook your head. “You don’t mean that. You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t, but I know your kissing is so good that I’d never let it go.”

Your face heated up with blush again. This time, Pete caught it and smiled back at you.

The door opened behind the two of you and you looked over your shoulder, hoping to finally see your friend again. When a group of drunk girls walked out instead, narrowly avoiding kicking the two of you or tripping over you, you sighed and rolled your eyes to yourself.

“I know, drunk girls, right?” Pete joked, thinking your reaction was to the girls who were now walking away.

“That wasn’t meant for them,” you told him. “It was meant for the friend I came here with. I spent who knows how long trying to find her after I threw up so we could go, or at least so I could tell her I’m leaving, but there’s no sign of her anywhere. I’m just annoyed that she ditched me when she told me she wouldn’t.”

“That’s fucked up,” Pete agreed. “Listen, this may be a bit forward since we only just met, and I understand if the answer is no, but I haven’t been drinking tonight. If you want to go home, I can drive you home. Fuck your friend, leave her here to get home on her own. I think you have more than a good enough reason for that.”

While part of your mind was screaming at you to not get into a car with this man that you didn’t know, the other part was reminding you of your stomach, which was still not feeling the best, and the heartbreak that led you to coming to the party and meeting Pete in the first place. You just wanted to be home and, at this rate, you’d take any offer to get home.

“Yes please,” you responded. “That’d be fantastic.”

Pete smiled and stood. He offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet. You stumbled slightly, falling into him. He quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. You looked down into his eyes and felt your legs turn to jelly (although, that also could’ve been thanks to the alcohol still in your system).

“Can you walk?” Pete teased.

“I can,” you confirmed, pulling from his embrace and slowly walking down the two small stairs. He laughed at your attempt to seem sober and led you to his car.

The minute he turned on the heat, you were blasted with hot air against your face. He quickly reached to turn it off, but you caught his hand before he could. “Leave it on, please. It was way too cold outside for me to just be sat around in jeans and a t-shirt.”

Pete chuckled and agreed.

As he started driving, you rested your head against the window, a weird sensation of the cold glass mixed with the hot air surrounding you. The world outside passed in a blur and you could barley focus on it too much as it was hurting your eyes and your head. You ended up closing your eyes for a while and, before you know it, Pete was waking you up outside of your apartment.

“I’m gonna help you to the door,” he decided. “Just to make sure you don’t pass out or anything on the way there.”

You wanted to protest, but you knew that was a smart idea. You were suddenly feeling very tired and could already feel the effects of the hangover you’d have in the morning.

Pete helped you out of the car and walked you to your door, one hand around your waist as he did so. His touch was warm and you just wanted to stay there forever.

You got to the door and unlocked it. You stepped in and turned to Pete, almost expecting him to be following you inside. Instead, he stayed just outside the door, leaning against the doorframe.

“Well, m’lady, you have made it home safe and sound,” he said. “Make sure you keep an Aspirin by your bedside table for your hangover tomorrow, and drink a lot of water.”

“I will,” you told him. “Thanks again for all of this, Pete. It means a lot to me that you’d drive me home.”

“Anything for my midnight kiss.”

You giggled at this. You both stood in silence for some time. You didn’t want Pete to go. Although you were still feeling an ache in your heart, you could also feel something else for Pete. Something that went beyond two strangers kissing at midnight, or a potential rebound with him. You felt like, once you got to know him, you might have some real feelings for him.

“I feel like it’s my duty to make sure you’re not completely miserable tomorrow when you wake up,” he said suddenly. “So, I hope it’s not too forward if I ask you for your number. Just so I can check on you tomorrow, of course.”

You smiled brightly. “Of course. Give me a second.”

You grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote your number down. As you passed it to him, his smile mirrored your own. He looked down at the number for a long time before looking back up at you.

“This is a real one, right? I’m not gonna call a Chinese place by accident tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Yes, it’s my number. You gotta have some faith in people, Pete.”

He nodded. “You’re right. I do. One last question before I go: do you think we could try that midnight kiss again? You know, without you running away to vomit afterwards.”

“I can’t promise I won’t vomit, but I’d love to try the kiss again.”

Pete smiled and almost immediately took you into his arms. Your lips pressed against his and you could almost hear the fireworks that had been lighting up the sky during your first kiss. Except, this time, there were no actual fireworks. It was just the feeling that came from kissing Pete.

He pulled away from the kiss first, literally having to drag himself away from you. “Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Pete.”

You closed and locked the door behind him, watching him walk back to his car and start it before silently celebrating to yourself.

I guess tonight didn’t turn out so bad after all.

[sylvies-chen]

Get me for Brettsey 😏

Mathematically speaking, someone Sylvie's size should be no match for someone Matt's size.

The size difference has always been noticeable to her. He'll wrap his arm around her while walking out of the firehouse and she'll be reminded just how massive his arms are, she'll have to tilt her head up when kissing him and is reminded of their difference in height, sees him making daring rescues that she probably doesn't have the core strength for. Most times, this difference in height, weight, and strength isn't scary but rather comforting. She feels safe in his arms-- in fact, some days it's the only place she does feel safe. This time, however, it becomes an obstacle.

They're in some warehouse that's on fire. There'd been victims who couldn't be moved without medical assistance so Sylvie and Violet had been sent in to help the victims. Only now she's here, trying to get the victim out with the members of Truck 81 surrounding her, and she's reminded just how risky coming into a building like this is. They're on a floor that the fire hasn't reached yet, thankfully. But fire isn't always the only obstacle in these kinds of situations.

She's standing there waiting for Truck to find them a decent exit as Violet keeps an eye on the victim they'd found. It's then that she notices it: the crumbling ceiling. At first, it's just bits of drywall flaking off, but then in turns into crack in the walls. Her eyes follow the trail of cracks and, much to her horror, the cracks start forming a spider web-- a single point of impact-- right above Casey. Her Casey.

It's not normally a requirement to have to check ceilings but something must be putting pressure on that single spot between the two floors that's causing a break under the stress of the fire. She knows Truck shouldn't be expected to notice the crumbling ceiling. But dammit, why the hell hasn't anyone seen it yet?

It starts getting worse. It's situated right above Matt, who's less than twenty feet away from her. But it's going to crumble, she feels that in her bones. Ten seconds later, large chunks of cement starts tumbling down and she knows she was right-- which, now, is not the slightest bit comforting. She can't bear the thought of anything happening to him. It's even more daunting, being five feet away from it all. So to hell with it. She's not standing around and doing nothing to help.

"Matt!" She yells out, but he wastes the half second of time he had to turn his attention to her instead of ducking, moving, anything. Maybe shouting was the wrong move, she thinks, because he didn't get the message. Sylvie doesn't have the time to explain it though, can't find the words even if she did.

This is where the mathematical impossibilities somehow kick in. Because before Matt can react, Sylvie's running. She pushes through the rubble and past her 81 friends, trying to reach Matt right away and toppling into him. On any day, she'd expect this to have no effect on him. Trying to knock him over is like trying to push a wall sometimes. But Sylvie does have two things working in her favour. One, is that she's got freakishly strong arms from her Fowlerton country girl days. The second is that Matt's decked from head to toe in firefighter gear which weighs him down and makes him less balanced. Those two things combined mean that when she takes him by surprise and plows into him, it actually works. They tumble out of harm's way, Sylvie landing right on top of him as they both grunt from the force of the fall.

They both look behind Sylvie's shoulder at the exact right moment, only to see a chunk of ceiling about three feet wide and weighing at least 200 pounds, thumping down on the ground. Violet and the rest of Truck take five steps back, stunned by the sudden collapse of the floor above them and bewildered that Sylvie caught it-- and, she thinks, that she was able to knock their tough, stocky Captain over.

She turns her head back to Matt, whom she's still on top of. "Sorry," she apologizes quietly, coughing slightly due to the dust from the collapsing drywall. Admittedly, through the dust he can probably still see her cheeks heating up with a rosy blush. She's straddling him and they're not normally in this position in a professional setting, to be frank.

"No, don't be," he dismisses politely with an awkward clearing of his throat. "Thanks. For, you know... saving me."

Sylvie can tell, even through the dust and chaos and smoke coming from the hole in the ceiling, that his awkwardness is not brought on by embarrassment or shame at being toppled by his tiny, sweet girlfriend. No, she sees it in the way his eyes heat up with something wonderfully intense as he stares at her. Because of course Matt Casey would be incredibly turned on by his girlfriend saving him.

But hell, with the way he's looking at her as they untangle themselves and get the hell out of the warehouse with their victim, she thinks she should definitely save him more often.

[toorusbaby]

end of the day

summary: after a very bad day, all you really want is for your boyfriend, kei tsukishima, to hold you in his arms. however, things don’t go the way you hoped they would.

warnings: self-angst, a very upset y/n, tsukki makes up for it <3

word count: 4,987

The loud jingling of your keys as you unlocked the door to your shared apartment weren’t enough to push the negative thoughts out of your mind. The sound of chirping crickets in the air weren’t capable of relaxing your nerves either. 

It had been a long day to say the least, more exhausting than others. If you were running on batteries, the last of your juice was used up hours ago. It was safe to say that you were burned out. 

You had left the apartment at seven in the morning, fifteen minutes later than usual because your phone decided to go missing. Since Kei was sound asleep after a long night at the museum, you were on the lookout on your own. In the end, your phone turned out to be on the kitchen counter, the battery half drained. By the time you reached the station, you barely missed the train by a millisecond, having to hail a taxi instead. If one thing went right today, you made it just on time to work. 

On the other hand, with the combination of being reprimanded by your boss for missing an important deadline that slipped your mind, a coworker spilling hot coffee on your new blouse, and your thoughts jumbled due to yet another argument you had over the phone with your traditional mother the night before, it was as if your world had come crashing down in the span of a few hours. 

It was eight in the evening when you finally left the office, arriving at your apartment’s front door thirty minutes later. The fact that you were starving only made you more antsy. All you wanted at that very moment was to be held by your longtime boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, as you buried your face in his chest. You needed him more than ever. 

Twisting the doorknob, the familiar creak of the wooden door made its way to your ears when you entered your apartment. The living room lights were on, symbolizing that Tsukishima was home. Letting out a sigh of relief, you gently shut the door shut behind you, locking it in the process before your eyes made contact with plastic bags on the coffee table. 

Just as you were going to check what was inside, you stopped in your footsteps when you heard the voice of your favorite blond from the kitchen. 

“Y/N, is that you?” Tsukishima’s head popped out slightly from the kitchen entrance, his honey brown eyes meeting yours. A tired grin immediately made its way to your face at the sight of your boyfriend, who wore his favorite grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair was a bit damp, probably from his shower. Without missing a beat, you walked your way over to greet him with the usual peck on the lips, holding your arms out for a much needed hug. 

“Kei, I missed you—”

Suddenly, Tsukishima had brought his phone back up to his ear. Your heart dropped at the sight. 

“Is he serious?,” Tsukishima scoffed into the phone. “The exhibition isn’t supposed to open for another five weeks. How are we going to make it work in only two? Fucking ridiculous,”, He grumbled, turning his body away from you momentarily. 

If you thought the coffee that spilled onto your shirt spread fast, the pain in your chest expanded even faster. You understood that you weren’t the only busy person in the relationship; Tsukishima was both an employee at the Sendai museum and a volleyball player for the Sendai Frogs. Compared to him, you felt as if you had no right to complain about being tired. After all, you only had one job, which was working for a well-known design company. And after today’s fiasco, you weren’t sure you even knew how to do your job correctly. 

Kei doesn’t need me bothering him right now, you thought to yourself. He’s busy with work, which is understandable. 

The thought was bittersweet; how could you be so proud of your boyfriend yet feel so lonely? 

 Almost as if he remembered that you were standing before him, the tall volleyball player turned back to face you. Tsukishima pulled the phone away from his ear and placed his palm over the speaker, walking towards you. 

“Sorry about that, Y/N. I should be done soon—” You unintentionally cut your boyfriend off.

“Don’t apologize, Kei,” You spoke with the most enthusiasm you could muster. You hoped it was believable. “I know you’re busy with the upcoming dinosaur exhibition.” 

When you lifted your hands in front of you to wave his apology off, your navy blue blazer had spread open, revealing the brown coffee stain on your white blouse. Tsukishima made brief eye contact with it, immediately frowning to himself; he knew you had been waiting for it to arrive for weeks. 

The exhaustion of the day was catching up with you and you found yourself feeling much more sensitive than usual. Sadness flooded your chest, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with your boyfriend. If you did, you knew you would only end up crying; Tsukishima didn’t need to add you to his list of worries. 

Unbeknownst to you, the blond noticed your stiff posture and the way you refused to meet his gaze. Tsukishima opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke first. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Seriously. But if you’ll excuse me,” your voice slightly wavered. “I’m going to take a shower and call it a night. I’ll see you in a bit.” Flashing a small grin at Tsukishima, you made a beeline to your shared bedroom. 

Even if you had tried your absolute best to give him a proper smile, Tsukishima wasn’t stupid. He knew that you were faking it. It only hurt more to know that you were hiding your pain from him. 

༺♥༻

Stripping your clothes off, you mindlessly left them in a pile on the edge of your king sized bed. Taking one last glance at the coffee stain on your shirt, you clenched your jaw in frustration. You weren’t sure you could hold your emotions in any longer. 

Your feet padded across the room and into the bathroom, your hands moving on their own to open the see-through door of your shower, turning the knobs of the shower faucet. Finally, you stepped inside and shut the shower door. 

Although the steamy hot water cascading down your back helped relax you the majority of the time, that wasn’t exactly the case in this situation. Your posture was stiff, your jaw was still clenched, and the crease between your eyebrows only furrowed deeper. 

The only sound should have been the water falling onto the shower floor, tumbling down the drain. If that was the case, why could you hear the voice of your boss in your head?

‘I expected more from you, Y/N. A lot more. You’ve never let me down, not once. What happened this time? Do not miss a deadline as important as this again or there will be consequences. I hope you don’t make me regret promoting you.’ 

The disappointed voice of your respected boss morphed into your mother’s, the tone furious. Memories of her words from the other night played like a record on repeat in your mind.  

‘Do you really think that living with your boyfriend at this age is acceptable? You and Tsukishima are only twenty three. A man and woman should not live together unless they’re married. I don’t think you two will last for long anyways. Your father may have been more accepting about it, but I think you made the wrong choice. You’re lucky I’m hiding this from your grandmother. What do you think she’d have to say, knowing her granddaughter was so easy?’ 

You blinked once. Then you sniffled twice. 

You had finally reached your limit. Every hurtful word from your mother, every head shake from your boss, and even not being able to peck Tsukishima on the lips for a second, the way you usually did when you got home, echoed in your head. Before you knew it, hot tears leaked from your eyes and down your cheeks, small hiccups escaping your mouth. 

What’s wrong with me?, you clamped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. That didn’t help much. Why am I such a fucking mess?

Wrapping your free arm around your torso as if to hug yourself, your knees buckled in a moment of weakness. Quiet sobs wracked through your body, annoyance filling you up to the brim when you couldn’t silence yourself. You really didn’t want Tsukishima to hear. Despite the heat of the water affecting your senses, you stood still, allowing the water to mix with your hot tears. 

Little did you know, Tsukishima had been standing silently outside your door the moment you had turned the shower on. As soon as he laid eyes on the bunched up clothing on your shared bed, the blond knew you were bottling your emotions. You were always tidy; you never left a mess behind unless you were out of it. You were more similar to Tsukishima than you thought. 

And because you were so similar, your boyfriend knew that you were trying to drown out the sounds of your crying as you stood under the shower head. Even if he hadn’t been able to hear your cries, Tsukishima knew you all too well, only because he was the same way. And he loved you far too much to let this continue. 

Two quiet knocks on the bathroom door startled you, your hands rushing to wipe your face before you blinked. Trying your best to quietly clear your throat, you sniffled once. 

“I-I’m in the shower, Tsukki!”, you called out. “Is everything okay?”

Tsukishima’s silky voice still managed to make your heart skip, even if he was on the other side of the door. 

“Not really,” you heard him say in his usual monotone voice. “Mind if I join you?” 

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened out of nervousness. You did not want him to see your puffy eyes; you were sure you looked horrible. 

“Um, give me a second!” you called out. There was no use in hiding the fact that you were sobbing your eyes out; the reddened skin around them made it very apparent that you were bawling like a baby. The best you could do was rinse your face repeatedly until most of your sniffling went away. 

After a few seconds, you cleared your throat. “Y-You can come in, Kei!” 

When the door opened, revealing your tall boyfriend who placed one of his t-shirts on the counter, you bit the inside of your cheek. However, when he began to strip, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. His toned, fit physique made your heart race and your pulse quicken. Even if you and Tsukishima had been dating for six years, living with each other for two of those, you couldn’t help but still feel a bit shy. 

After all, Kei Tsukishima was your first everything. Your first crush, your first boyfriend, your first kiss. The first person to see your naked body, the person who gave you your first sexual experience, but most importantly, he was also your first love. You knew deep in your heart that the sharp tongued blond would also be your last. 

Silently, you watched as Tsukishima opened the shower door. You stepped to the side, allowing his tall frame to enter the shower which was larger than most apartments would have. When the honey brown orbs you loved so much met your own eyes, you gulped. 

“Kei,” you mumbled with a questioning tone. “Weren’t you busy with work? And didn’t you already take a—” He cut you off with his own questions. 

“I hung up the moment you left the kitchen,” he spoke. ”You’re my priority. What’s going on, Y/N? Why were you crying?” Tsukishima wondered, his tone a bit sharp. Although his tone may have seemed a little harsh to an outsider, you knew that the blond was only worried for you. When he sounded frustrated, it only meant he was concerned. As a result, you only felt worse. 

As Tsukishima reached behind you to lower the excessive heat of the water, you let your eyes wander everywhere but his face. This only made the volleyball player clench his jaw. Even though Tsukishima was known for his patience, he wouldn’t tolerate your avoidance of his question. 

“It’s nothing, baby. Just a bad day, that’s all. I’m okay. Just a little tired— Kei!” you shouted when the warm water suddenly cut off. The cool breeze entering the bathroom from the open window was sure to give you goosebumps. “Kei, stop messing around. Turn the water back on,” you humorlessly chuckled. You really didn’t find it funny.

You reached for the shower knobs, wanting to avoid any confrontation. Your tears were the last thing Tsukishima needed to worry about, especially because he had to focus on preparing for the new exhibition. Your feelings simply weren’t that important. 

As soon as your hand was about to reach the handle, Tsukishima grabbed onto your wrist, gently pushing your back against the shower wall. You let out a loud gasp at the sudden feeling of the cool wall tiles behind you. 

“T-Tsukki, what the hell! It’s cold!” You shouted, your back instinctively arching. Your eyes were wide, finally meeting his golden brown ones. 

About time, the blonde thought. He missed having your eyes on his. 

Suddenly, the boy pinned you against the wall. Tsukishima’s stare was so intense, you instinctively rested your back against the cold tile. His bare body against your own caused your cheeks to redden. When goosebumps formed on your arms, the blond used his free hand to rub them away in order to warm your skin. The action was loving, despite his serious gaze. 

“I’ll turn the water back on when you tell me what’s got you so upset, baby.” Tsukishima calmly spoke, his hand quickly moving to lift your chin up the very second you were about to look down. He knew you well; too well. “What is it that hurt you to the point where you’re hiding your tears from me?” 

When he asked the second question, you noticed that Tsukishima had used a softer tone, one that was gentle yet doting. The feeling of the pad of his thumb gently stroking your chin brought you back to reality. You loved Kei with your entire being. Despite your fear that you would stress him out, you couldn’t lie to him. 

After a moment’s pause, you were ready to open up. Your mouth felt dry, but you forced yourself to speak. “I-I just…” you trailed off. Your eyes wavered on his, your emotions threatening to take over once again. 

Tsukishima could see the glossy screen making its way over your eyes. He knew that you always tried to display your strong side, but he also understood your sensitivity. For you to cry alone, Tsukishima would never allow it. But for you to cry in front of him, in his protective arms, he wanted you to know that everything would be okay. Even if things didn’t seem like they were going to go well, Tsukishima would make sure everything worked out. For you. 

Everything he did, Kei Tsukishima did it for you. 

“Kei, I just…” your voice was uneven. You blinked rapidly. 

Tsukishima’s hand moved its way to cup your cheek in his palm. When he felt you trembling, the blond didn’t hesitate to turn the water back on to its hottest setting. Understanding that you couldn’t meet his gaze at that moment, the volleyball player used his free hand to lay your cheek against his chest. Then, he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. 

You shut your eyes, your heart aching in your chest. Your hands instinctively reached out to hold onto his biceps. You felt like a burden. The moment you felt a kiss on the top of your head, you broke. 

“Kei, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered in a desperate voice. Your vision became cloudy with tears once again. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Why can’t I do anything right for once?” you whimpered. Your throat began to ache from holding in your cries. 

Tsukishima felt your shoulders trembling in his arms. In response, he held you tighter to his chest, his large hand reassuringly grazing up and down your bare back. A quiet sigh of relief left his lips when your body relaxed from his touch.  

“First, it was an argument with my mom. You know how she’s always been about us living together,” you mumbled. Your shoulders relaxed when you felt the low vibrations of your boyfriend’s chuckle in his chest. 

“Trust me,” the blond mused. “I know.” The memory of your mother throwing a temper tantrum the day you and him officially moved into your shared apartment was burned into his memory. 

Even though tears were dripping down your chin and your sniffling had returned, a small smile made its way to your face. Tsukishima didn’t have to use his words to make you feel understood. 

You cleared your throat, the smile slowly fading. “And then it was my boss. I-I understand why he was upset. I mean, it was my fault for forgetting about the deadline. But I just…” your grip on his biceps tightened and you sighed. “I hate knowing that I’ve let people down. I really don’t mean to.” Your voice cracked. 

Momentarily, your boyfriend pulled your face away from his chest. The sounds of your whimpering made his chest ache. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wordlessly wiped from under your eyes and gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead. Your eyes responded by welling up with a new batch of tears. 

“Kei,” you breathed out. “Kei, you’re gonna make me cry even more.” You whined and felt your bottom lip tremble. With his large palms now cupping your face, Tsukishima only smiled softly down at you. 

“So cry then. Let it all out, Y/N.” As soon as Tsukishima’s words registered in your head, golden brown eyes watched as tears leaked from your eyes that he loved so much. His thumbs held your head in place gently, his lips moving on their own to kiss both of your tear streaked cheeks, ignoring the salty taste on his lips. In that moment, Tsukishima only cared about making you feel better.

“It’s okay to cry. And it’s okay to have bad days. But it’s not okay to keep all of these emotions to yourself. Why do you think you have me, you dummy?,” the blond gently chided, his lips pursed together when you grinned. After a pause, he continued. 

“I know that I’ve been really busy with work and I’m sorry.”

“Tsukki, you don’t have to apologize—”

The pointed stare your boyfriend gave you halted your words. When you fell silent, Tsukishima gently grazed his knuckles on your cheek. His eyes never left yours. 

“But nothing is more important to me than you. Work can wait, you come first. You always will.” Tsukishima’s hands reached behind you to grab your strawberry scented shampoo. The two of you fell silent for a second, the only sound being your sniffling and the water tumbling down the drain. When your boyfriend poured some shampoo onto his palm, his fingers working to lather the substance into your hair, you swore your heart was going to burst. It was only the sound of Tsukishima clicking his tongue that brought you back to reality. 

“I know you well enough to know that you’ve been calling yourself a burden or some shit like that, so stop it.” Tsukishima watched as your cheeks reddened from the truth of his words. He let out a small sigh, amused at the fact that he was correct, but upset that you viewed yourself as one. The idea of you putting yourself down over inevitable events didn’t sit right with him. 

The feeling of his fingers lathered in shampoo against your scalp released the tension in your body, the scent of strawberry filling your nostrils and the silky sound of his voice filling up a void within you that had been empty just before. It was as if Tsukishima was picking up your broken pieces, placing them back together again. 

“But trust me. You’re far from being a burden. If anything...” the blond trailed off, gesturing for you to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. Leaning your head back, you let the water wash the shampoo off. Tsukishima already had conditioner in his palm, ready to loosen the tangles in your hair. 

“If anything,” he continued. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Tsukishima admitted. The blond could feel heat rise to his cheeks, but he didn’t care. His long, calloused fingers worked their magic on the tips of your hair first. 

“My favorite part of the day is waking up by your side in the morning.” Untangling your hair, then rinsing. “Every time you kiss me, I fall in love all over again like an idiot.” A peck on your forehead. “I love teasing the hell out of you, only because I know you secretly like it.” A smirk and a gentle spank on your butt. You pouted playfully. 

“But holding you as we fall asleep,” Tsukishima breathed out, his forehead against yours. “The feeling of having you in my arms every single night?” His voice was a drug and you couldn’t get enough.

Your attention was only on Tsukishima. You didn’t even feel that the water was slowly growing colder. You wouldn’t care even if you noticed. You had the love of your life keeping you warm and that’s all that mattered. 

“Knowing that you need me, just as much as I need you… You’re the only person I’d go soft for, but you’re also the best thing I could ever ask for, baby. Not even close to a burden.” You felt Tsukishima’s hand intertwine with yours, fingers locked together. 

“I love you so much, Y/N. This will never change.”

You’ve heard Tsukishima tell you that he loved you hundreds of times. The love confessions often paired with either his famous smug smile, the sad eyes Tsukishima only showed to you after a rough day, or the tired tone in bed after a heated argument, after the two of you would apologize; both of you never went to bed angry. 

Hearing Kei Tsukishima, the man with a sharp tongue who was known to conceal his true feelings, remind you of how much you meant to him and feeling him hold you so closely, your body moved before you could think. 

Grabbing hold of his neck from behind with your free hand, you pulled the blond into a deep kiss. Tsukishima didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, his hands running through your wet, now silky hair as he pulled you closer by the waist. You tilted your head to the side, feeling his nose  brush against yours as he deepened the kiss. 

You were on cloud nine. 

It was a long moment later when you pulled away, out of breath and cheeks ablaze. You quickly used your thumb to wipe away the small string of saliva on your bottom lip, embarrassed at how forward you had behaved. Tsukishima only had a smug smirk on his now swollen lips, his tongue poking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. He chuckled when you wordlessly buried your face in his chest. The blond immediately wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, resting his chin on top of your head. 

“I’d rather have you give me a sloppy kiss like that than see you crying, moron. Thank god you’re cute though, even if your eyes are puffy.” 

You groaned into his chest, spanking his butt out of spite. His sudden jolt made you smirk. 

“I love you Kei, but please shut up.”

“Mm, I don’t really feel like it.”

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What once was steamy hot water had soon turned cold by the time you and Tsukishima left the shower. Freshly clean and your tears completely washed away by the water and your boyfriend’s sweet kisses, you were now dry, wearing the blond’s large olive green t-shirt and a pair of black panties.

Tsukishima had gone to the living room to make sure the doors and windows were locked, telling you to get comfortable in bed. Only in his grey sweatpants, the blond didn’t feel like wearing his shirt. You definitely didn’t mind. 

On the edge of your bed, your pile of clothing from earlier was placed in a laundry basket, only to be replaced by the plastic bags you had seen on the coffee table the moment you entered your apartment. A very familiar scent was coming from whatever was inside and your stomach growled in anticipation.

No way, you wondered with wide eyes. Did he…?  

“Did you really think I’d let you go to bed hungry?” 

Your head swiveled back to face your favorite blond. There Tsukishima stood with plates in one hand, water bottles gathered in his other arm. Your excitement must have been evident on your face because your boyfriend gave you an authentic, loving smile, all signs of smugness gone. 

“Baby,” your fingers happily toyed with the plastic bag’s tied handle. “Did you get curry buns?”

Tsukishima made his way over to you, settling the plates down on the bed. Then, he lifted his hand to gently flick your forehead. “Why don’t you open the boxes and see for yourself, hm?”

༺♥༻

The humming sound of the fan in front of your bed blowing cool air into the room filled the air. Very faintly, you could still hear the crickets chirping outside when you lifted your head. Glancing at the nightstand, the clock beside Tsukishima’s glasses read that it was a bit past ten thirty. 

With a stomach full of curry buns along with other side dishes your boyfriend so lovingly spoiled you with, you sighed contentedly. In a sleepy daze, you laid your head onto Tsukishima’s warm, bare chest and closed your eyes. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat was one of your favorite things to do when the two of you cuddled; you found it endearing and intimate. Although he’d never admit it, Tsukishima felt the same way.

A protective arm wrapped its way around your waist, Tsukishima’s long legs tangled with your own. His free hand played with the ends of your hair, twirling it repeatedly with his fingers. You began to feel even sleepier, the food coma making an entrance. You slowly blinked, then turned your head to look up at your boyfriend who had a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“You know I love you, right Kei?”

“If you didn’t, I wouldn’t have bought you curry buns, Y/N.”

Before you could give a sassy response, Tsukishima tilted your head to face him. Then, he gently pecked your lips twice. 

“To make up for earlier. I’m sorry I missed it when you came home. Never again,” he mumbled, using his hand to move strands of hair away from your face. 

You giggled quietly, your face tickled by his blonde hair that loomed over you. You loved it when he was physically affectionate. “Thank you for loving me, Kei,” you whispered. Your eyes were fixated on his, his pupils dilated in the room’s soft yellow lighting. “I love you. So damn much.”

With a kiss to his nose, you readjusted yourself so you could snuggle into Tsukishima’s chest. The volleyball player leaned over to turn the night lamp off before placing the blanket over the two of you, the scent of your strawberry shampoo creating butterflies in his stomach. When he looked down at you for the last time that night, you were already sound asleep with your arm securely wrapped around his torso. 

Sure, the majority of your day consisted of mostly negatives. And yes, you had to say goodbye to your new blouse. Coffee stains on white were a done deal. But it wasn’t as if you couldn’t order a new one. Your boss would eventually get over your flaw at work; you’d compensate somehow and get back on track. And when was your mother not upset with you? It was hard, but it was worth it if that meant living with Tsukishima. Your mom would eventually come to terms with the fact that you were twenty three, almost twenty four. You were an adult after all; days like this were normal.

But at the end of the day, Tsukishima was always going to be there for you. Despite the difficulties you faced and the many downfalls that were yet to come, you knew that Kei was going to be there to hold you when you fell asleep. You’d do the same for him if it was the last thing you ever did. 

Your faint breathing and the whirring fan were the only audible sounds in the room. With his golden brown eyes threatening to flutter shut, Kei Tsukishima gave one last glance at his cabinet across the room. Inside the third drawer underneath his volleyball practice clothes, sat a black velvet box with a diamond ring waiting to be worn on your left ring finger. 

A smile formed on the blond’s lips when he leaned over to kiss the top of your sleeping head one last time before dozing off. He truly couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him when the time was just right. But for now, it was already the end of the day. Regardless, Kei Tsukishima was excited to share a new beginning with you.

[script-nef]

So why won’t you realise it '^' | Gojou Satoru

Category: fluff

1.9k words; Movie date [2/6]

Spoilers of Howl’s Moving Castle!! Beware!!

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“Eh, Shouko! What do you mean you can’t make it?”

“I mean, another person is about to come in and they need me to heal them. By the time I’m done the movie will be finished.” Shouko’s voice over the phone is laced with annoyance and sadness coupled with lethargy. You don’t know how she pulls off such a unique combination of emotions but she somehow accomplishes it every time. “And I was looking forward to it…”

This would have been the first time you had a break with her since the trip to France. And while she enjoyed it a lot, the same couldn’t be said for the two males. Which was weird since Gojou is infatuated with sweets and Ken-chan agreed to come. So it was kind of weird when there was a tense atmosphere between them. You know your brother and Gojou are nearly polar opposites, but their animosity wasn’t usually that strong. 

They brushed it off as nothing when you asked if something was wrong, which was sort of dubious since you could kind of see the black cloud looming over the both of them, but you let it go. If it was something important, they would be able to handle it themselves or report it to you. You couldn’t sense any cursed spirits nearby so you guessed that they were just in a bad mood for some reason.

Still, you had a wonderful time and found some new snacks that everyone enjoyed. So a day well spent, all in all. 

And Ken-chan told you to tell him if Gojou ever offers overseas trips or anything similar, so he must have enjoyed it. Maybe you can ask Gojou to take all of you to Denmark one day.

“Ah… my dear Howl. Life and curses separate us again.” Her voice is full of sadness now, no doubt mourning over her chance of watching her favourite character on a huge screen with surround sound disappearing. 

“It’s okay! I’ll bring you the figurine and we can watch it again here in about… uh…”

“Ten years?” She sounds like she’s about to drop dead.

“Uh… yes… But maybe five years? Hopefully? You know, I shouldn’t watch it without you. I’ll come back to school.” 

“No, no. Watch the movie. At least you’ll get to see it. Ah, they’re coming now so I have to go.”

“Ah, okay. Bye, Shouko! Stay positive!”

A non-committal sigh accompanies a small “Bye” before the call clicks off. A frown takes over your face at the lost opportunity for her. She was looking forward to this for a long time and you leapt at the chance for another girls�� day out. Being able to watch a childhood favourite is an added bonus. But now you’re standing in the movie theatre, the ticket desk just across the room and an extra on your hand. 

It’s a shame because it cost quite a lot. Shouko is definitely going to mope about this when you get back and maybe start smoking again. She always has a pack on her even if she said she quit, and smokes one if she’s stressed or angry. You should call someone and make sure somebody takes it away from her.

You should probably hold onto the ticket and give it back. Or maybe that would make it worse for her, serving as a reminder of this day. Conflict rages inside your head. There’s a high possibility of either decision breaking her heart. Again. A buzz from your phone saves you the trouble of deciding.

Shouko: I sent someone as my replacement. 

A tap on the shoulder makes you turn as you type in a reply and you come face to face with a black jacket. Gojou’s head pops down.

“Hey there. I think you called for a replacement!” He seems to be in a ridiculously good mood, even more so than usual. Maybe his students successfully finished another mission. Which is great. It also means more paperwork for you. Which is not so great.

“How did you com—ah. Teleportation.”

“Ding ding ding! Correct!” He's been using the skill more frequently lately, popping in and out of places like one of those Whac-A-Mole games. . It gives you heart attacks all the time and you’re sure he gets a kick out of it. You saw how his smiles widen when you flinch or react. Thankfully it’s when you’re alone so other people never see you jump what feels like a metre into the air.

“Do you want popcorn?” He breaks you out of your thoughts. “I think they have the new caramel flavour. Apparently it’s way too sweet.” So perfect for Gojou. Even though he’s asking if you want it, there’s a spring in his step which definitely means he’s getting some. Probably the biggest option they have.

And you’re proven right because he comes back with two huge buckets which look impossible to finish. When you try to object, he cuts off with “I’ve eaten three buckets before. Alone.” With the smile he’s giving you, it really doesn’t sound like he’s joking. You try to take one to lighten the load but he says it’s alright. 

He signals the way to the theatre rooms with his head, walking beside you as you find your way.

“So what’s the movie?” Your head snaps to him in confusion.

“You don’t know?” A shake and a shrug. “It’s Howl’s Moving Castle. This was Shouko’s idea since she loves it and this year is Studio Ghibli’s 40 year anniversary. The cinema is having an exclusive showing of their movies this month. Only one session per movie, for some reason. Surely they would make more money if they played it over multiple days, but. I dunno. Executives make weird decisions.” A light scoff from him to tell he knows exactly what that’s like. His hatred for the higher-ups runs deep. You don’t push it.

“So she wanted to come but got held back at the last minute?”

“Yeah. Ah, here are our seats.”

You’re placed in the very middle of the room and you both make yourselves comfortable. Shouko went all out for this movie, upgrading the seats and making it a recliner. Your poor back, abused after sitting in chairs and hunched over computers for so long, practically melts into the plush cushion. It’s so comfortable that you might fall asleep in it if it isn’t Howl that’s about to start. 

Feet dangling in the air, you look over to Gojou to see him on his phone. It looks like he’s in a chatroom and you catch the words ‘Shouko’ and ‘favour’ before looking away. You didn’t mean to peek, but it’s not like you can consciously not read something. It was in your line of sight and you averted your eyes as soon as you realised what you were reading. Your brother brought you up better than to pry into other people’s businesses, even if it’s really, really tempting.

“Phones need to be placed on silent, you know.” The ads are coming on the screen. He smiles at you, slipping it into his pocket.

“Just talking to Shouko. She says she hasn’t even started properly.”

Disappointment fills you. Gojou is a good friend to watch this with but you hoped Shouko would somehow miraculously finish in time. She would be devastated.

“I’ll have to make this up to her when we get back. Give her the figurine and keep her hap—ah! I forgot! Gojou, I was supposed to ask someone to take her ciga—” He cuts you off with a light pat on your hand.  

“Don’t worry, I did it already. All of them are safe out of her reach and I gave her packets of hot chocolate instead. When we get back, she’ll have drunk at least half of them and be in a good mood.” What a Gojou-like replacement. He smiles like a child wanting pats on the head for a job well done. You just barely catch yourself from moving. 

Gojou gets a rep for being aloof and neglectful, but he does take care of the people he holds dear to him. His friends, members of the school, his students. You hope you’re included in the list. 

Actually, the more you think about it, the more you realise he’s different from initial perceptions. You learn more and more about him as time goes on, in the most delightful sense. He’s somewhat like an onion, new characteristics being revealed every time a layer is peeled. A snicker escapes at the thought of Gojou dressed up like an onion, just waddling around. He shoots you a questioning head tilt which you wave off.

In the years that you’ve known him, he made himself into a trustworthy friend. One full of laughs and ridiculousness. Maybe it’s his childishness that puts you at ease, but he’s incredibly comfortable and easy to relax around. Thoughts trail and the words fly out of your mouth before you even think.

“You know, I think you would make a wonderful boyfriend.”

He freezes completely, like somebody’s zapped him in place. You stare at him, wondering what’s wrong, but the lights dim and by the time he gathers coherence, your concentration is on the opening sequence.

“Ah, that was so good! Ugh, I love Howl. Isn’t he so cool?” You skip out of the room, remembering to take the figurines provided at the exit, with Gojou trailing behind you. “You know how she asks him to wait for her in the past? The first thing he says to her in the movie is ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you.’ He searched for her the entire time! This is modern poetry. This.” 

“Do you think Howl would be a good boyfriend?” The question stops you. It’s different than usual for some reason, the voice asking the question and the intensity of it. He’s still his aloof self, all smiles and grins, but there’s something you can’t quite place that’s wrong. It’s unnerving, but you diligently answer his question.

“Um, I mean, yeah? Look at how cute he is with Sophie. See?” The figurine is a frozen shot of Howl and Sophie dancing in the rain with an umbrella that’s not being useful at all. They’re both incredibly detailed, so much so that you can see their clothes and skin drenching wet. Wow, this is actually a phenomenal job. Shouko will be so happy. It makes your heart lighter knowing that at least something might light up her day. 

“Why is he cool?” Gojou seems to be invested in Howl. It confuses you since he just watched the movie with you and he saw how awesome Howl is. 

“Hm, well for one he can do magic.” He opens his mouth but you shush him with a finger to his lips. “Yeah, I know, what we have is kind of like magic too. But theirs is just… different. He just makes it seem kind of elegant. And he overcame his fear just for Sophie. Remember the scene with Sulliman and in the cluttered bedroom? He still found the strength to protect her even though he was so scared before. It’s admirable. I guess I like strong guys.”

“Hmm~” His tone is contemplative. “You know I’m stronger than him, right?”

A question mark forms over your head. He’s being really weird today. “Yeah? You’re the strongest in the universe, silly. What’s up with you?” Gojou just chuckles and ruffles your head.

“Nothing, nothing. Just making sure you know.” He slings his arm around your shoulder, the intensity gone and the light spring in his step back. “Who else do you think is strong?”

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When The Lights Go Out

❣When The Lights Go Out❣

❤ Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

❤ Genre: Suggestive & Fluff

❤ Word Count: 5.1k

❤ Song Suggestions: Daybreak by DreamCatcher & Squeeze by Fifth Harmony

“Hey Y/n!” The door swung open, forcing you and Gahyeon to jerk apart your hovering lips. Yoohyeon, followed by the rest of the DreamCatcher girls entered the green room from the venue of the show both your group and your girlfriend’s were going to perform at. “Long time no see!”

It’s not like the rest of her group don’t know that you two are dating, you never tried keeping it a secret. And even if you wanted, it was almost impossible to keep something hidden from them. 

DreamCatcher was one of the closest groups you have ever met, they dropped and picked up Gahyeon from all your dates even before you two were official. It was also important for her that you met all of them beforehand. 

You remember that day pretty vividly. It was a little nerve racking, the thought of meeting all these powerful girls that were her older sisters, of course they’re watching over her. You do the same with the maknae of your group, so you understand where that came from. But luckily for you, they all loved you. Putting aside all the joking threats, or at least you hope they were jokes, of taking care of Gahyeon, you actually became pretty close with all of them.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with that. But you would be lying if you said that sometimes you wish they weren’t around all the time.

“Hey Yoohyeon!” You waved with your free hand as you wrapped the other around your girlfriend, she sheepishly cuddling into your shoulder. “Hi girls!”

“Did we interrupt something?” Handong chuckled as her gentle eyes laid over you both. 

“No, not really,” You responded while shaking your head, bringing Gahyeon closer to you with your arm as she chuckled in your neck. “We were just talking-”

“Really? Wow, how boring.” SuA scoffed at us, sitting besides me as she took out her phone. “If I were you and I hadn’t seen my girlfriend in so long I would just ea-”

“Unnie!” Gahyeon reached and jokingly punched SuA away. 

“What?! I’m just saying the truth!” She defended herself, trapping you in between of a bickering battle. “We’ve all been busy with comebacks and don’t pretend you weren’t all ‘Aw, I miss my Y/N!’ every single day for you two to be all ‘We’re only talking’ Gahyeon-ah! Especially when Y/n is dressed like that!”

Red rushed up to your cheeks as your eyes scanned your body from head to toe. Thanks to your comeback, you embarked on your usual ‘tour’ around music shows. With all the glamour, of course the extravagant outfits were included, and this time, you fancied a two piece costume that highlighted all your best, exalted all your movements and most importantly, could make everyone fall at your feet at any given time. All combining with your newest concept, a classy version of the already known girl crush concept. You had asked to be the first in the dressing room and the makeup chair, so you could be able to visit your girlfriend in her green room as soon as possible. 

Gahyeon wasn’t complaining about it either, since your comeback overlapped with the promotions of her group’s comeback. They were already on their last week of promotions whereas this was your first one, giving you both an opportunity to spend a little time together, even if it just meant stealing kisses in between stages, curtains and dressing rooms.

“So...! You really missed me that much?” Your hand raised your girlfriend's chin to meet her eyes with yours. 

“Of course I did, you pabo.” Gahyeon poked your nose with hers as you giggled together. 

It’s not like you weren’t that lovey-dovey, but you preferred not going overboard with the public demonstrations of affection that much, it just didn’t feel comfortable enough. Especially with both of you being idols, you never knew what pair of eyes could be around.

But right now, you were only surrounded by her members and staff, who already knew you and your relationship pretty well, so maybe sneaking a kiss wasn’t so bad-

A knock on the door made you turn your head away from your girlfriend, especially when the voice coming from the opening entrance was the one from your group leader.

“Hello Dreamcatcher sunbaenim!” Her head peaked in, scanning around for you as she bowed to all the girls and staff in the room. Her eyes finally landed over you, a relieved gasp coming out of her mouth as she signed you to follow her. “It’s five minutes until they call us to stage Y/n!”

You sighed, nodding at your leader in response. Gahyeon patted your chest letting you know it was okay for her since, after all, this was work for both of you, and you couldn’t neglect it just for a relationship. You stole a quick peck from her lips and stood up from the couch.

“Will I see you later?” Gahyeon asked, playing lightly with your hair.

“I’ll try my best jagi.” You winked back at her.

Maybe it was the outfit with a combination of a makeup that perfectly highlighted everything she already loved about you, or maybe all this accumulated time without seeing each other, but Gahyeon couldn’t resist pulling your hand and you with it in for a more lively kiss. 

Of course you didn’t reject the offer, softly brushing your lips against hers, before going for a more daring approach. She wrapped the edges of your top around your neck, pulling you closer. Recognizing the flavor of her favorite lip balm, you never got tired of tasting her lips over yours. 

“Sooo… ” Your leader cleared her throat as she rested against the door frame, waiting for you to stop saying goodbye to your girlfriend. Her voice hesitated as she tried to make the moment a little bit less awkward for the spectators. “Congrats on the song unnies! It’s pretty good!”

“Thank you!” JiU chuckled back to her, following the thread of awkwardness. You started noticing the clumsy pace of the conversation, laughing against each others’ lips in the process. “Your album is pretty good too! Gahyeon invited us to listen to it and we really liked it.”

You heard your leader giggling and halting her words, and just then is when you felt the entire room turning their eyes over at you both. You placed a last peck on her lips and pulled away, unhurriedly releasing her hand in the process. Gahyeon sent a flying kiss your way and winked back at you, causing your cheeks to flare up.

“You guys know we love you both but you don’t have to rub it all on our faces.” Siyeon sneered, making you turn to her. Her happy eyes relieved you, knowing she was just messing with you as she often liked to “You know? Some of us feel a little lonely and you don’t help.”

“I’m so sorry Unnie,” You chuckled at her as you bowed in respect, moving towards the exit door. “Good luck today everyone!”

“Thank you!” All the girls waved back at you, in a chorus of happy and excited voices. 

“And good luck to you too,” Your girlfriend planted a kiss on your cheek as she accompanied to the door. “Give your all Y/n, promise?”

“It’s not going to be hard with you on my mind.” You returned the kiss as you stood under the door frame. Getting lost in her perfect eyes once again, a calling force that didn’t let you say goodbye to her completely.

“Let’s go, I told the girls we would meet them behind the stage.” You leader pulled your hand, calling you back to reality. 

“Oh, true.” You shook your head to ground you back, taking in a deep sigh. You allowed yourself one last word to your girlfriend as you started walking away from Dreamcatcher’s dressing room. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She was quick to respond as she waved to you.

You started walking backwards unable to take apart your eyes from her. It was your leader who rolled her eyes at both your puppy-eyed faces and turned you around by the waist, playfully slapping your shoulder to bring you back once again.

“You’re feeling lonely Siyeon-ah?” You heard SuA’s loud voice coming from the inside. “Let me fix that for you!”

“Unnie, what are you doing?” Siyeon responded in a fairly confused tone. “Unnie!?”

You chuckled at the last words you could hear coming from that dressing room before your girlfriend closed the door behind her. You had enough time to get to the stage by then, so it wasn’t necessary to run towards your destination. 

“Should I remind you?” Your leader broke the silence as you walked together. “They haven’t even raised our dating ban, if someone-”

“...Someone catches us like that I could get into big trouble.” You finished your leader’s words as you sighed. “We’re both adults, we know what we’re doing.”

“I don’t doubt that, but you’re still in a rookie group.” She shoved her shoulder against yours, shaking her head. “Don’t forget that Y/n.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You giggled as you shoved her back.

You both arrived at the stage just when your group was being called in to pre-record your performance, all your group got into their positions as you greeted the team and the staff. Usually it takes about three to five takes of the same choreography, with different camera angles and closeups so that they can be stitched together and edited to get the final cut that will air later. 

Your group breezed through the first three easily and quickly, but by the third pass, a new fire rose inside of you when with a glimpse you spotted Gahyeon on the stage wings, her eyes not leaving your moving silhouette as you graced the stage with your daring choreography. 

By the fourth and fifth take, you noticed how cameras focused a bit longer on you. BUt what they didn’t know is that you only made it for the girl living inside your heart, and standing a few feet away from you.

What you couldn’t notice until you finally finished your pre-recordings, was that your girlfriend already fashioned her comeback attire and her killing makeup, the sight punching you straight in the stomach, leaving you breathless. All happened behind you as your group thanked the show’s staff for their hard work and started moving out of the stage. Not until one of your members jumped and surrounded you with her shoulders, happy with the smooth shoot.

You shook your head back to reality, walking alongside your members. And just as you were exiting the stage, it was DreamCatcher’s turn to record their performance. Remembering to hide your relationship from unknown eyes, Gahyeon brushed by your side just politely bowing to all your group, and her eyes maybe lingered an extra second over yours. Only then you were able to catch a closer glimpse of her outfit. 

DreamCatcher always had this super badass concept attached to them, and their styling was no joke either. Rolling with this new biker concept, Gahyeon fashioned some shorts that kept her thighs uncovered, a leather jacket loose enough to drape off her shoulders and high black leather biker boots. Her hair was let down, styled to look as if the wind tapered just enough against it. Her members fashioned similar outfits, some with pants or vests, but it was your girlfriend who you couldn’t take your eyes away from.

“Hey guys,” You called your group as you kept your eyes firmly over Gahyeon. “Do you mind if I stay over here for a while? I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Your leader chuckled at your obviously flustered expression. “Just don’t get caught on camera drooling over Gahyeon.”

You instantly raised your hand to your mouth, cleaning over a fictitious drool that your leader made you thought was already hanging from your mouth. Your groupmates chuckled at that, as you furrowed your eyes towards them, as they headed back to their green room.

DreamCatcher’s comeback music started resonating over the entire venue, turning you around to pay attention. Making sure you were well within the shadows and out of the cameras’ reach, you leaned over a wall, making yourself comfortable to watch your girlfriend give it all on her performances.

You never got tired of watching her in her element, you could see the passion seeping through her in every movement she nailed and every verse that she sang. All combined only prompted you to fall more and more for her, wondering whatever you did to deserve such an amazing girlfriend in your life.

Lost in your trance, you never noticed how they only needed three takes to get everything perfectly, and they were already on the finishing pose of the last one. Maybe it was one of the advantages of being in a more experienced group. 

“This has been DreamCatcher!” JiU and the girls acknowledged the staff’s hard work as they bowed, making you remind in embarrassment how you were all hypnotized to forget that. “Thank you so much for your hard work and caring for u-”

Abruptly, the lights of the entire venue shut completely off, leaving everyone in the dark. Mumbles of confusion were heard all around as people started using the lanterns on their cellphones to light up the rooms around. 

You straightened up the wall, ready to run to your girl if necessary until your urgency was relieved when her group was instantly surrounded by all their managers and their cellphone lights. And really it was you who was going to need a little more help to find your way around, since your phone was with your managers, all the way back at your dressing room.

“Attention!” One of the high ranked staff called the entire stage area. “There has been a problem with our power plant! All artists must be moved to the dressing room area until we can get the backup power back on!”

People started moving around you, and you decided that it was better to stay exactly where you were, hoping somebody could help you. To your great luck, one of DreamCatchers managers who already knew you well enough, saw you and invited you into their lighted brigade. 

You greeted the girls in the formal way that you were expected to when there were other people around, bowing down them as they politely greeted you as if you hadn’t been kissing one of their members an hour ago.

“Really good performance out there DreamCatcher sunbaenims!” You congratulated them, walking besides them to their green room. 

The girls giggled at your comment, partly because they were not used to talking so formally with you by now, but they all thanked you genuinely anyways. A light brush against your hand made you slowly turn your head towards it’s direction, only to find your girlfriend staring to the front, but walking right beside you.

You understood her message perfectly, taking her hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. After all, the darkness wouldn’t let anybody see what was going on down there.

You entered their dressing room behind them, only to end up once again at the same couch you were with before being called by your leader. 

“The heaters are off too, it shouldn’t be too cold but we can give you this in case you’d like to cover yourselves.” One of the show’s staff approached behind you, handing out blankets to everyone. “We’re so sorry for the inconveniences.”

“Thank you!” All the people inside the room chorused as they exited the room, heading to the next one with another batch of blankets.

Gahyeon grabbed one from the stack over the table, and draped it over both your bodies, using it as a perfect excuse to cuddle back into you. 

“You were amazing out there.” You whispered to your girlfriend as the air started filling itself with other conversations to kill time. “I was really thinking ‘Wow, that’s my girlfriend!”

“Y/n! Stop, you’re making me blush!” She whined back to you. Her hands roamed under your laced shirt, resting over your core. The whole gesture caused a chill to bolt down your spine, as you surrounded her shoulders with your arms. “You’re not bad yourself Jagi!”

“You really liked it?” 

“Of course I did!” She playfully slapped your arm, a little offended by your questioning. “And I’m so excited to see everything you guys can do, especially you.”

“Oh, can think of one thing that I would love to do…” You added, chuckling to yourself.

“Really? What is it?” Gahyeon excitedly jumped in her place, her bright eyes still shining in the obscure room, full of curiosity.

“Eh-” Caught off guard, you cleared your throat as you avoided her eyes. “I can’t tell you now-”

“Y/n-yah! That’s not fair!” She complained, puckering her lips. “You can’t go saying that and then just not tell me!”

“Yes I can.” You answered dryly.

“Please tell me?” She begged in the cutest voice she could, trying to get you to fall for her. 

“No.”

“Then I’ll make you!” She returned with a confidence that flustered your brain.

“No, Gahyeon. What are you-” You halted when you saw Gahyeon’s smile grow up, as you felt her hands roaming to your exposed ribs from under the blanket. “Oh no, don’t you dare.”

But it was too late, she started tickling you mercilessly making you contort over your own body, trying to fight back the laughter that urged to come blasting out of your mouth. The blanket ended up falling on the floor from all the movement, as you fighted against your girlfriend’s playful hands. 

Your stomach was starting to hurt from trying to contain the laughter and all the shifting out of your body, as she couldn’t stop cooing at you, taunting you to say exactly what she wanted to hear.

You somehow managed to stand up from the couch and away from your girlfriend’s hold. And it was your turn for vengeance. Gahyeon could see it coming from the wicked smile growing on your lips, and didn’t waste a second standing up and running away from you, out of your reach and quickly enough, out of the room you were sharing with her group.

Bolting behind her, you weren’t sure if you heard the voices of your members or DreamCatcher call both your names or you had just hallucinated them. But it was a worry that lasted just one second, enough for your eyes to catch the silhouette of your girlfriend running away from you across the dark halls of the venue. 

Gahyeon’s cute taunting giggles helped you go behind her as this game of cops and robbers started for both of you. She ran in between the different dressing rooms and up and down the stairs, sometimes barely avoiding your hand as she turned out to be faster than you imagined.

She just knew that once your hands were on top of her, there’s no way you were taking them off. Which, right now, wasn’t such a bad idea for her. 

She cut the corner and quickly entered an empty dressing room behind her, covering her mouth from the giggles and heavy breaths that tried to escape and give away her location. But it didn’t work out too well after all, because even in the dim light that the entire building was buried on, her platinum, purple-ish hair was bright enough, and you knew exactly where she was hiding.

Gahyeon’s breathing calmed down but she stopped hearing your steps. She waited for a few seconds, but curiosity won over her, and to her own demise, she peaked her head out of the dressing room’s door to try and find you. That’s when you jumped in surprise against her, surrounding her with both your arms to avoid another escape attempt.

“Finally! My vengeance will fall upon thee!” You thickened your voice as your hands fought against your girlfriend to find her tickly spots. 

“I promise I won’t do it again!” She giggled, looking at your eyes for forgiveness. “Only if you tell me what you wanted to say downstairs!”

“Ah…” You abruptly stopped trying to reach her, trying to remember what you actually wanted to say. You placed your hands around Gahyeon’s waist, pulling her close to you. “Wait- I don’t remember what that was.”

“Want me to remind you?” You felt her hands sneaking back to your ribs once again, a cheeky smile growing on her perfect lips as she giggled.

“You’re in a very compromised position right now.” You raised your eyebrows this time, softly moving your hands up and down her waist to remind her that you could attack first. “Would you really-”

The new sudden tickle attack caught you off guard, making you accidentally kick the door to the dressing room close behind you. But at least you weren’t defenceless now, as you started tickling her back in response. 

Drowning in between your smiles and giggles, you didn’t realize there was a couch sitting exactly behind you. And just one more step back was enough to tumble both of you back over it, with Gahyeon falling on top of you.

“Fine! Fine. I give up!” You breathed out as you took in the impact and laid down the couch comfortably, Gahyeon snuggling against you as you both calmed down your breath. 

“So you’re going to tell me what you wanted to say before?” She looked up at you, and there was no way you could say no to the brightest eyes in your life.

“I can’t remember it exactly,” You started, gaining a sigh out of her. You took her chin in your hand and raised her close to your lips. “But I think it would be better to show you.”

Her head tilted in curiosity, with her eyes narrowing full of desire to know and a light nod from her head were enough of an answer for you.

Your hand traveled back to her neck as you pulled her closer to you, crashing your lips together with an accumulated craving from both sides. Letting your fingers play with her hair as you soaked your senses in each other's fragrances. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Gahyeon’s voice resembled that of her morning voice, as she tried to keep her tone and volume low. Just exclusive for the moment.

“For longer that I can remember,” You whispered back against her lips, sneaking words between each gentle brush of your lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls. But we don’t get much time together… Alone.”

“And you couldn’t wait a bit longer?” She giggled, raising her eyebrows but clearly not against everything that was happening. 

“You tell me about it,” You scoffed back. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep her hands off me down in the dressing room.”

“Look,” She moved her hair to the side, shaking her head as she seductively leaned her lips against your ear.  “I’ll just say that whoever put you in that outfit deserves a raise.”

“I’ll make sure to pass down that message to the stylist then.” You teased back as you turned your head, capturing her lips with yours once again. 

Time seemed to stop for both of you as your lips coordinated their delicate choreography. It didn’t matter how used to each other they were, they would never have enough of the velvet like sensations and flavors, those whose combination sparked fireworks up in your hearts and entire melodies in your bellies.

Her hand made it up to your cheek, gently caressing it as you couldn’t have enough of each other. You raised your hand to meet hers, interlacing your fingers together and pulling your hands apart of your face. A smile growing against your lips prompted you to sit up, directing Gahyeon up with you. Her unoccupied hand shooting up at your collar as she pulled you up herself, not breaking your lips apart at any moment.

Only a lack of air in both your lungs prompted you to halt, but your hands clutching to each other gave up how far from the end this was it. Gahyeon took advantage of the break to move on top of you, straddling your hips. The dim light of the room was enough to catch a glimpse of her hooded eyes and cheeky smile, just as she snaked her arms around your shoulders and up your neck, lacing her hands with your hair. 

You let your hands roam to her hips, pulling her as close to you as possible. The smirk growing on your lips caused a big smile on your girlfriend’s face. You shook your head, incredulous of the entire situation, begging that no one woke you up if you were dreaming. 

Only Gahyeon was able to bring you back, as she used her hands behind your head to bring you closer to her. Benefiting from that, you placed her lips right on the edge of her jaw, charming your way around her skin. Your hands roamed to her thighs, gently holding at them as you slowly kissed lower each time, eventually arriving at her exposed neck. Little gasps escaped your girlfriend’s mouth as you dangerously kissed closer to her collarbones, but her private whispered whines only kept you wanting more.

“Y/n?” She gasped your name, immediately making you pull apart. 

“What happened Jagi?” Your hand gently put her hair behind her ear, resting over her blushing cheeks. “Anything wrong?”

“No, just...” She sheepishly whispered, locking her eyes with yours. A glance full of love in its purest form only made you question why you hadn’t crossed each other’s life earlier. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Not hesitating a second you smiled back at her, gently pulling her head closer to yours. 

Connecting your lips once again, lingering with each other a bit more aggressively this time around. Your leather and lace outfits smoothly grinded against each other as you desperately enjoyed each other as much as you could, feeling your heart burn itself with a sweet warmth that you knew only by Gahyeon’s side. 

Your tongue brushed against her lips, asking for permission to go further. She let you in with a mild whine as your tongues played against each other for dominance, unleashing brief moans from both of you, as her hands pulled your hair roughly and your fingers dove harsher against the skin on her hips.

Between the clicking of your mouths and the creaking of your complex and expensive costumes, you didn’t notice the door creaking open, and a hand clicking the light over the room.

“Here you are, they’re calling us back to the st-” Dami’s voice abruptly stopped as her eyes laid upon the sight in the room. Her cheeks heavily blushing, her eyes growing in circumference as the words she planned to say completely left her mind.

Both of you jumped apart, looking back at Dami startled. For what seemed like minutes, none of you three dared to move as to try and hide from your own existence, each of you asking for the earth to swallow you whole.

“Oh, look at that,” You cleared your throat as you quickly took your hands off your girlfriend’s hips, hiding them behind your hair. “The light is back…”

“That’s… That’s good!” Gahyeon janked her hands away from your shoulders, standing up from your thighs and fixing back her clothes. “Yes, that’s definitely good.”

Dami could do nothing but stand there just, staring back at forth at the both of you. And you both dared to do anything but stand up and try to fix your clothes as much as you could. A crushing silence engulfed the room as you three just… stood there in awkward quietness.

“Hey, did you find them Unnie?” Your leader’s voice approaching from the hall made you shut your eyes and furrow your eyebrows, shrinking in your place.

“I haven’t but I think I heard Dami over here.” JiU’s voice answering back marked Gahyeon’s turn to hide behind her hands, pulling them up to her face as both’s steps kept moving closer to the room. “There she is!”

“Hey Dami, did you find somethi-” Your leader’s voice now at the door halted when her eyes laid upon yours, as you apologetically smiled back, your cheeks growing in redness.

Both your leaders crossed their arms at the sight in front of them, bearing the disapproving grin all over their faces, it was kind of clear for everyone what had happened in that empty room, and if it wasn’t for poor Dami, who might have to carry that image in her mind for the rest of her life, who knows how far you and Gahyeon could have taken it. 

“Do we want to ask about it or...?” JiU called off as a grin grew on her face. 

Both of you just shook your head, walking towards the door to go back to work. Your leaders followed you close behind as you walked the halls of the now lighted venue all together. You turned your head towards your girlfriend to catch her already looking back at you with a faint smile on her perfect lips. You returned the smile adding a wink to the mix, to what you both giggled at the ridiculousness of the entire ordeal.

“Oh hey! There you are- WOAH.” SuA stopped her steps as she came closer to both of you. But contrary to the other girls before her, she released a loud chuckle to the air. “Oh Gahyeon-ah. I knew you would take my advice.”

“SuA!” JiU told her off but there was no turning down her loud laughter as that called the rest of the girls around you.

“Yeah…” Siyeon tried to contain back her laughter as she scanned both of you from head to toe. “There’s no way you both are going back into the stage like that, hurry to hair and makeup quickly for a retouch.”

“Yes unnie.” Gahyeon and you chorused as you took a quick peek at each other. 

Your disheveled hair-dos matched your lipsticks, that now lied beyond the borders of both your lips. Not mentioning the ran eyeliner, but you could swear that was from the tickling and not the making out part. But neither of you bothered explaining, you both knew you were gonna get nagged about this for a long time, and preferred ot giving them more weapons to do so.

“Dami, are you okay?” Yoohyeon’s sudden change of tone to one more concerned called everyone’s attention to both of them. “You look like you had seen a ghost.”

Gahyeon and you couldn’t contain the cackle that the comment caused, JiU and your leader following with you. Soon everyone but Dami was giggling as they understood the real reason of her appalled expression, as she sighed lowering her head, trying to get the image out of her head.

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

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stood up | jj maybank

summary: jj rescues you from being stood up

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of smut (if you squint), tiny bit of angst, tooth rotting fluff, rafe being a prick, jj being a soft angel

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It's gotten to the point where you are actually twiddling your thumbs to entertain yourself while you wait. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you glance at the analog clock on the diner wall. 

Your waitress, who you've learned over the last five times she's checked on you is named Cathy, walks toward your table again. “You sure I can't get you anything while you wait, sweetheart?” Cathy asks, holding her notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to take any order you give her. She seems like a sweet older woman, maybe in her mid-60s, but you can't help but be annoyed at her for continuing to come to your table. You know it's her job, but doesn't she realize that you're probably not going to change your mind about ordering no matter how many times she comes back.

You feel your face warm as blush blooms across your cheeks and you shake your head. “He should be here any minute,” you tell her in an attempt to be convincing, however, the waiver in your voice giving away your true feelings.

You had been sitting in this booth for just under an hour and a half waiting for your date. To say you were shocked when Rafe Cameron had abruptly asked you on a date last week would be an understatement. The two of you had barely spoken to each other and before that, you didn't even know that he knew your name.

Pulling up the text conversation between the two of you, you check again to make sure that you got the time and date right, even though you've looked seven other times already. Much to your dismay, the text still hasn't changed.

Meet me at Joe’s Diner on 

Friday night at 7.

“I'll just grab you another Dr. Pepper,” Cathy says, giving you a look of pity as she takes away your empty glass.

You lick your lips. “Actually, I'll just take a water,” you tell her, knowing that the more sugary, caffeinated soda you drink the more anxious you will become.

Cathy nods. Walking off to another table.

Did he really stand you up?

Sure you were aware of the fact that Rafe Cameron had a reputation of sleeping with a lot of girls, but would he really stoop this low? It's true that you weren't very well known at the kook academy. You made pretty good grades and ran for the cross country team, but for the most part, you went unnoticed at school. Maybe you should have realized that a guy like Rafe Cameron would never actually want to go on a date with a girl like you.

Your stomach turned in your belly and you debated calling your older sister to come to pick you up. Looking around, you noticed most of the people in the diner were giving you sympathetic looks, obviously understanding that you had been stood up.

This might as well go down as the most embarrassing moment in your life.

Gulping, you shuffle your feet under the table preparing yourself to make a fast exit out of the diner. You are taking one last deep breath when someone plops down in the seat across from you.

You quickly look up and your eyes meet none other than JJ Maybank. The infamous pogue and weed supplier of almost every teen on the island.

“Hey,” the blonde boy says to you with a smile, picking up his menu. “Sorry, I'm late. The traffic is insane right now.” 

You continue to stare up at him in bewilderment, completely confused about what is going on.

He leans forward slightly and you do the same. “I'm JJ. Just go with it, yeah?” he says in a whisper. “Whoever didn't bother to show up is a dick,” JJ adds, sitting back in his seat as his eyes roam the small menu in his hands.

Your eyes widen in realization and you look around to see that no one is staring at your table anymore. You open your mouth to tell him he doesn't have to do this for you when Cathy returns, notepad open and pen at the ready.

“Finally,” she says under her breath, but still loud enough that both you and JJ are able to hear her. “What can I get for you two?” Cathy asks.

“We'll have two cheeseburgers and two orders of fries,” JJ says in a cheery tone. “Oh and two chocolate shakes,” he adds after a second, handing off both of our menus to Cathy.

You look at him again, mouth gaping open like a fish, but no words find their way out. JJ just smiles at you, softly patting your hand which is resting on the table in front of you.

Cathy finishes writing down your orders and looks up, eyes moving between the two of you in suspicion. “Will that be on one check or two,” she asks, her voice slightly monotone.

“One.” “Two.”

JJ and you speak at the same time. Your eyes move to his and you stare each other down.

“One check, please,” JJ says without looking away from you.

“That'll be right out,” Cathy says, quickly scurrying away from the two of you.

Unable to stand the continuous eye contact with the cerulean eyed boy, you glance down at the napkin in your lap. “You don't have to stay here, you know?” you say to him, not looking up. “I'm fine on my own.”

JJ shrugs. “As far as I'm concerned, I just scored myself a date with a really pretty girl,” he says as if it's no big deal that he just saved you from the embarrassment of the century. “Speaking of which, I didn't catch your name.”

You look back up at him and JJ offers you a small smile. A curl from his mess of blonde locks has fallen on to his forehead and you have an indescribable urge to reach across the table and move it to the side. You've heard a lot about JJ Maybank and his player ways over the years, but being this close to him for the first time you finally understand why all the kook girls are so obsessed with him. He's gorgeous; tall, tan, and toned. The three T’s.

But in the past few minutes, you've decided that there is an even more prominent quality that attracts guys and girls alike in figure eight. It's his pogueness. That's the best word you can come up with to describe the combination of his fashion sense, lifestyle, and aura. Everything about him is everything that kook teens are not. They do say that opposites attract.

“I'm (Y/N),” you say, reaching your hand out across the table for him to shake. It's the first time you've spoken directly to him and JJ is bewildered. Your voice is confident and yet it has a softness to it and JJ can tell from the small interaction that despite the fact that you conform to peer pressure, you have a strong will.

After a moment of silence, you speak up again. “Seriously,” you tell him, sincerely, “You don't have to stay here with me.”

“Seriously,” JJ says, slightly mocking you. “I want to,” his tone is so honest that it makes you really want to believe him. “In fact,” he adds, his eyes brightening with an idea, “Let's make it official.”

You give the blonde boy a confused expression so he continues. “(Y/N)- wait what is your last name,” he asks quickly and you tell him. He clears his throat, pulling one of your hands into his two big ones. “(Y/N)(Y/L/N), will you do me the honor of going on a date with me.”

For a moment you are distracted, looking at how he is holding your hand, but you snap out of it, looking up at him.

You just got stood up by the wealthiest and most attractive guy in figure eight, who by the way has nothing on the blonde boy in front of you. How are you supposed to believe that JJ actually wants to go on a date with you?

You think about the fact that he practically saved you and how he's been nothing but sweet since he got here. 

“Sure, JJ Maybank,” you say with a smile. 

JJ’s brows furrow and he smirks. “You know me,” he asks, but it's more of a statement. It is your turn to look at him in confusion so he explains. “I never told you my last name.”

You blush, hard, knowing that you were caught. Trying to play it off, you shrug. “Everyone on this island knows who JJ Maybank is.” The blonde boy’s smirk only grows at your statement.

“So I've got a reputation,” he asks cheekily.

You nod your head, playing along. “Oh, yeah. A big one,” you tell him, a big smile growing on your face.

“Hmm, let me guess,” JJ says, leaning forward in his seat. “You've heard all about how I'm a weed-smoking party boy who goes home with a different girl every night?” You nod, the smile never leaving your face. “Well, I guess I have some work to do to show you I'm actually a decent guy huh?” 

The boy almost pouts at his words and you can't help but let out a small giggle. JJ smiles wide, thinking that your laugh has to be the cutest thing he's ever heard.

You open your mouth to give him a snarky response, but before you can, Cathy walks to your table with your orders. Your jaw drops and your mouth waters at the sight of the large cheeseburger in front of you.

JJ laughs at your reaction. “I probably should have asked if you eat meat,” he says. “But judging by your reaction you do,” he adds with a laugh.

You blush at his comment as the two of you dive into your burgers and fries. As the night goes on you learn that you have more in common with the blonde boy than you ever thought possible. You share a very similar taste in music and you bond over your love of the ocean.

You are in the middle of ranting about your adoration of sea animals and how you would love to study them one day when you notice JJ staring at you with an unreadable expression. 

“What?” you ask, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. Do you have food on your face or something?

JJ shakes his head with a smile, resting his chin on the palm of his head. “Nothing,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “You're just really beautiful.”

You know that your face is tomato red at his comment. Pulling your hands up, you cover your face with them in an attempt to hide your blush. JJ tugs at your arms, gently pulling them away from your face. “Hey, don't hide,” he says with a small giggle. “Your blush is adorable.”

A few minutes later when your embarrassment has simmered and your face is back to its normal color, you look up at JJ, copying his actions from earlier and resting your head on your palm.

“You're way different than I expected, JJ,” you tell him with a small sigh. 

JJ smiles. “Is that a good thing?” he asks, his smile not faltering.

“Good,” you say, simply.

“Good,” JJ says, smiling wide.

When the check comes you offer to pay half but the boy refuses. “At least let me pay the tip, JJ,” you plead, moving to pull some bills out of your wallet. 

JJ puts a hand on yours, stopping you. “Next time,” he says and you comply out of shock from his words. He wants a next time?

Cathy wishes the two of you a good night and you glance down at your phone noticing it was a little past 11 meaning that you and JJ had been together for almost two hours.

JJ walks you home like a true gentleman and the two of you stop in front of your door. He grabs both of your hands in his, looking down at your shoes and back up to your face.

“So, I know this was kind of unconventional,” he says, voice slightly waiving with nerves, “But maybe you'd want to go on a real first date with me sometime.”

He scratches the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes, and a big smile makes its way to your lips.

“I'd love to, JJ,” you say, tugging his hand so he looks back at you. JJ has a smile that matches yours and his eyes flicker down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes.

You bite your lip. “If you don't stop me right now, I'm gonna kiss you,” JJ says seriously.

You look down before looking up at him confidently. “What if I don't want to stop you,” you say, not breaking eye contact with his cerulean eyes.

JJ wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. His hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the other gripping your waist as his lips work against yours. You let your arms snake around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Pulling away, the two of you breathe heavily. 

JJ touches his forehead to yours, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

“You gonna invite me in?” he asks, only half-joking.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Not a chance, Maybank,” you say and he pouts.

“One more kiss,” he asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You laugh pressing a quick peck to his soft, pink lips before slipping out of JJ’s arms. He lets out a dramatic groan.

“Pick me up tomorrow at 6,” you tell him confidently before you open your door. Looking back you see him nodding profusely so you walk inside, shutting the door softly behind you.

Leaning your back against the door, you can't help the grin that makes its way to your lips. 

Your sister spots you as she walks downstairs. “Hey, (Y/N/N),” she says with a smirk. “You're home late. I take it the date went well.”

“Yeah, really well.”

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