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lostfracturess Ā· 23 hours ago
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LAST DECEMBER MORNING ā€” SATORU GOJO
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pairing ā€” satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader
summary ā€” on a frost-bitten december morning, you watch satoru gojo prepare for his fated battle with sukuna with infuriating calm, like he isn't planning to sacrifice himself for the greater good. you've spent years being his secret, clearing battlefields for him and stealing kisses between missions, but now you're faced with the most brutal truth. that sometimes the cruelest curse isn't the one that kills you ā€” it's loving someone who belongs to the world before they belong to you.
word count ā€” 5.4 k
warnings ā€” heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of blood and violence, implied death, unhealthy relationship, sad ending
author's note ā€” this has been rotting in my drafts since the final jjk chapter dropped, and i finally dragged it out into the light bc i'm procrastinating uni. fair warning, this is pure angst with zero comfort, just two people breaking each other's hearts because sometimes love isn't enough. anywayys, happy reading <3
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Winter had never felt so much like an ending.
You watched frost creep across the windows of your shared apartment, each crystalline pattern forming like cracks in glass, spreading slowly but inevitably.
Outside, the world lay hushed under winter's blanket, everything soft and serene. Birds traced lazy patterns against a sky so blue it hurt to look at, and fresh snow made everything clean and new.
It was the kind of morning that belonged in fairy tales, the kind poets write about when they want to capture peace in words. Strange, how you'd never imagined death would choose such a beautiful day.
You watched Satoru move through his routine, each gesture precise and unhurried. White hair caught the pale sunlight as he smoothed it back, his reflection in the mirror handsome as ever before he adjusted his clothes, and put on his blindfold.
You'd watched him prepare for countless missions before, but this felt different. This felt final.
The normality of it all was almost cruel ā€” how he could stand there, getting ready like this was just another day, just another fight. Like the sun wasn't rising on what could be your last morning together.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily forward, each second falling like a stone into still water. Time felt strange, both rushing too fast and moving too slow. You wanted to grab the clock's hands, force them to stop, to give you just a few more moments in this morning that felt like borrowed time.
"You're staring," he said without turning around, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"Can you blame me?" You were curled up in the window seat, tea growing cold in your hands. "It's not every day yourā€” whatever we are goes to fight the King of Curses."
He turned then, and even through the blindfold, you could feel the weight of his gaze. "Whatever we are?" There was amusement in his tone. "After all this time, you still don't know what we are?"
"Well, we're not exactly big on labels," you pointed out, trying to keep your voice light despite the heaviness in your chest. "Secret relationship and all that."
"Ah, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it?" He crossed the room to where you sat, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "The sneaking around, the secret meetingsā€”"
"Satoru." You caught his hand. "How are you so calm about this?"
He tilted his head, considering. "Would you prefer if I was panicking?"
"I'd prefer if you showed any emotion at all about the fact that you're about to fight Sukuna." You stood up, setting your tea aside. "You've been acting like this is just another day, just another fight, but it's not. You know it's not."
"I think I've shown plenty of emotion," he said, pulling you closer with a playful smile. "Just last night, if I recallā€”"
"Don't." You pressed a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length. "Don't deflect. Not today."
The smile faded from his face, replaced by something more serious. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell me why you're so calm. I want you to tell me why you're not worried." Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed on. "I want you to tell me why it feels like you're saying goodbye."
He was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing patterns on your wrist where he still held it. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. "The world needs to move forward. It needs to find someone stronger."
"What are you talking about?" You pulled back slightly. "You're the strongest there is."
"Am I?" His smile was gentle, almost sad. "Or is that just what everyone needs to believe?"
"Satoruā€”"
"The world has relied on me for too long," he continued. "They've made me their symbol, their savior, their stupid hero. But what happens when I'm gone? Who protects them then?"
"You're not going anywhere," you said. "You're going to win. You always win."
He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "Sometimes winning isn't about surviving. Sometimes it's about making sure what comes after is better than what came before."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm trying to tell you that whatever happens today, the world will keep turning. It will find new leaders, new protectors. Maybe even better ones."
"I don't want new protectors," you whispered. "I want you."
"Ah, but you've always had me," he said softly. "Ever since that first mission together, when you told me my head was too big to fit through doorways. Do you remember?"
You huffed. "You were showing off, making everything more complicated than it needed to be."
"I was trying to impress you."
"You're always trying to impress me."
"But it's working, right?"
You pressed closer to him, breathing in his familiar scent. "You know it is, you idiot."
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. For a moment, you both stood there in silence, listening to each other's heartbeats. The familiar rhythm brought back memories of how this all began, of the first time you'd been close enough to hear his heart race.
For loving Satoru Gojo had always been the most beautiful and dangerous thing in your world.
It started in blood, as most things in your world did. A mission gone wrong, cursed spirits thick in the air, the metallic taste of death sharp on your tongue. Youā€™d seen him fight beforeā€”who hadnā€™t?
But that night was different. That night, you saw him bleed.
A special-grade curse caught you both off guard. One moment, he fought three curses at once like some untouchable god, and the next, he was crashing through three buildings, blood gushing from his mouth.
Something in your chest cracked at the sight ā€” not from the impact of being thrown back yourself, but from seeing him, the strongest sorcerer alive, look so terrifyingly human.
You remembered how his blindfold had been torn, those devastating blue eyes meeting yours across the wreckage. Blood trickled down his chin, his usually perfect hair matted with debris, and yet he smiled. That damn smile that made your heart stutter even as cursed spirits attacked you from all sides.
ā€œTrying to steal my spotlight?ā€ heā€™d joked, wiping blood from his lips as he stood. ā€œIā€™m the only one allowed to look cool here.ā€
You wanted to strangle him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to scream at him for making jokes when he could have died. You did none of those things. Instead, you cleared the area, giving him the perfect opening he needed to obliterate the special grade.
Later, after the dust had settled and the reports had been filed, he cornered you in the darkened hallway of Jujutsu High.
ā€œYouā€™re angry,ā€ he said, not a question but a statement.
ā€œIā€™m not angry.ā€ You were furious. ā€œIā€™m just wondering how someone whoā€™s supposed to be the strongest can be so fucking reckless.ā€
He stepped closer, backing you against the wall. ā€œWorried about me?ā€
ā€œYou wish.ā€ But your voice shook, betraying you. Because you had been worried. Terrified, actually. The image of him lying in that wreckage, blood staining his white hair red, had burned itself into your mind.
ā€œLiar,ā€ he whispered, and then his lips were on yours.
Everything they said about Satoru Gojo was true ā€” he was overwhelming, all-consuming, impossible to resist. Kissing him felt like being struck by lightning, like being unmade and remade in the space between heartbeats. You broke apart, both breathing hard, and reality came crashing back.
ā€œFuck,ā€ you summarized eloquently.
He laughed, the sound low and rich. ā€œThat could be arranged.ā€
ā€œSatoru.ā€ You pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm. ā€œWe canā€™t.ā€
ā€œWhy not?ā€
ā€œBecause youā€™re you. Because Iā€™m me. Because there are a thousand reasons why this is a terrible idea.ā€
ā€œIā€™m only hearing excuses.ā€ He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. ā€œNot actual reasons.ā€
And that was how it started ā€” with blood and curses and kisses in dark hallways. With terrible ideas that felt too good to resist.
Keeping it secret was both easier and harder than you expected. Easier because everyone already knew how Satoru was ā€” flirtatious, tactile, always pushing boundaries. No one questioned when he draped himself over your desk during meetings or appeared uninvited in your office and stayed for hours.
Harder because every moment felt like a lie of omission. Harder because you had to watch him walk into danger again and again, had to maintain professional distance when all you wanted was to grab him and never let go.
You stole moments where you could find them. Quick kisses in empty classrooms, heated encounters between missions, quiet nights in your apartment when the world thought he was somewhere else entirely.
It ate at you sometimes. Not because you wanted to announce it to the world, but because each moment felt borrowed, stolen from a future you might never have.
Every time he left for a mission, every time he faced another curse, you wondered if this would be it. If this would be the time your last memory of him would be a secret smile across a meeting room, a cryptic message that no one else understood. But then heā€™d come back, always with that insufferable smile, usually with some ridiculous story about how amazing heā€™d been.
Heā€™d find ways to touch you in public that looked casual ā€” a hand at the small of your back during briefings, fingers brushing as he passed you documents, his body angled toward yours in crowded rooms like a sunflower seeking light.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part was how good he was at pretending. How easily he maintained his public persona ā€” the untouchable, unbeatable Satoru Gojo, who flirted with everyone and meant it with no one.
Sometimes youā€™d catch him looking at you in meetings with the same expression he gave everyone else, and for a moment, youā€™d wonder if youā€™d imagined everything between you.
But then night would fall, and heā€™d show up at your door with takeout and that soft smile he saved just for you. Heā€™d kiss you like he was trying to apologize for every moment he had to pretend you were nothing special, like he was trying to prove that this, the two of you, was the only real thing in his world.
You never talked about the future. How could you? In your line of work, tomorrow was never guaranteed. Each mission could be your last, each kiss could be your goodbye. The closest you ever came to acknowledging it was in the desperate way heā€™d hold you after a close call, in the way youā€™d trace his features in the dark like you were trying to memorize them by touch.
Some nights, when sleep eluded you both, heā€™d tell you about the weight of being the strongest, about the exhaustion of being everyoneā€™s last hope.
Heā€™d whisper his fears into your skin ā€” not of death or defeat, but of failing those who believed in him. Those were the moments when the great Satoru Gojo disappeared, leaving just Satoru, just a man who carried the world on his shoulders and made it look easy.
You lived for those moments. The quiet ones, the real ones, the ones where he wasnā€™t the strongest sorcerer alive but just yours. Just as you were his.
You carved out your own little infinity in the spaces between battles and duties. A secret world where his laugh wasnā€™t for show, where your touch wasnā€™t professional, where you could just be the two of you without the weight of expectations and reputations.
But infinity, as it turned out, had limits. Even his.
Looking at him now, preparing to face Sukuna with that same causality he brought to everything, you wondered if this was how your story was always meant to end. If all those stolen moments were just preparing you for this ā€” one last morning, one last smile, one last chance to pretend tomorrow might come.
The world needed someone stronger, he said. But you needed him. And maybe that was the cruelest curse of all ā€” loving someone the world needed more than you did.
"Promise me something," you said then.
"Hmm?"
"Promise me you won't just give up. Promise me you'll fight to come back."
He pulled back slightly, reaching up to remove his blindfold. His striking blue eyes met yours, intense and clear.
"I promise," he said, "that everything I do today will be for a better tomorrow."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's the only promise I can make."
"Stop." Your voice turned sharp, anger finally breaking through. "Stop talking about tomorrow. Stop talking about the future and the next generation and whatever noble sacrifice you think you need to make. I don't care about any of that."
"Don't you?"
"No, I don't." You grabbed his jacket, fingers twisting in the fabric. "I don't care if the world needs someone stronger. I don't care if the next generation needs to step up. I care about you, you impossible man. I want you here, alive, with me. Is that so wrong? Am I not allowed to be selfish when it comes to you?"
"Huh." He caught your hands in his, but didn't pull them away from his jacket. "And here I thought you understood me better than anyone."
"Don't." You tried to pull away, but he held firm. "Don't you dare try to make this about understanding. I understand perfectly. But you're wrong. You don't have to do this."
His smile faltered slightly. "It's not that simple."
"It is that simple!" Your voice cracked. "You're choosing to make it complicated. You're choosing to walk away, to... to what? Make some grand statement about the future? Prove that the world can survive without the great Satoru Gojo?"
"Someone has to."
"But why does it have to be you?" The words burst out of you, raw and desperate. "Why do you have to be the one to show them? Why can't you just fight to win, to live, to come back toā€”" You cut yourself off, biting back the words that wanted to follow.
"To you?" he finished softly.
"Yes," you said, dropping your forehead against his chest. "To me. Call me selfish, call me short-sighted, I don't care. I want more mornings like this. More everything. More of you, being insufferably calm and making terrible jokes and acting like the world isn't ending when we both know it might be."
He was quiet for a moment, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. When he spoke, his voice was gentler than before.
"I can't promise to come back." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But know this, every moment with you has been worth fighting for. Worth living for."
You pulled back enough to look at him, really look at him. "Then fight for more moments. Fight to make more memories. Fight to come back to me, not for some greater purpose or stupid sacrifice, but because you want to."
"And if I told you that wanting isn't enough?"
"Then I'd call you a liar." Your voice turned cold. "Because you're Satoru fucking Gojo. When has anything ever been impossible for you? When have you ever let anyone tell you what you can't do?"
ā€‹ā€‹"This is differentā€”"
"How? How is this different? Because it's Sukuna? Because it's the fate of jujutsu society? Or because you've already decided how this story ends?"
His hands tightened on you, and for a moment, just a moment, you saw something flicker behind those blue eyes ā€” doubt, fear, longing, you couldn't tell. But then it was gone, replaced by that same calm certainty that made you want to scream.
"Because I can't protect everyoneā€”can't protect you if I allow myself to believe in a tomorrow," he whispered.
The gentleness in his voice, the soft way he delivered words meant to cut, made you want to tear the world apart. It was so perfectly Satoru ā€” to break your heart like he was doing you a favor, to wound you with a tenderness that felt more cruel than any violence could be.
"I never asked you to protect me," you said finally. "I asked you to stay. There's a difference."
"Is there?" His hand came up to cup your face, shaking ever so slightly, betraying the calm he fought so hard to maintain. "Because every time I look at you, all I can think about is how many people would use you to get to me. How many would hurt you just to prove they could touch something I care about."
"So your solution is to what? Die nobly? Make sure there's nothing left for them to use against you?"
"My solution is to make sure the world doesn't need me anymore." His thumb brushed across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "To make sure you don't need me anymore."
"That's not your choice to make. You don't get to decide what I need. You don't get to martyr yourself for some greater good and pretend it's for my protection."
"Then what would you have me do?" For the first time, there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "Ignore my responsibilities? Pretend I'm not who I am?"
"I would have you fight like you want to come back!" The words ripped from your throat. "Fight like there's someone waiting for you after. Fight like you love me as much as I love you!"
The confession rang out between you, and the moment it left your lips, you realized you'd never said it before. Through all the stolen moments, all the secret touches, all the nights you'd spent memorizing each other's bodies ā€” you'd never actually spoken those words aloud.
You'd both danced around it, implied it in every action, every look, every unfinished sentence, but neither of you had ever dared to make it real with words.
Until now. Until you were angry enough, desperate enough, terrified enough to let it slip from your heart straight past your defenses.
"Love?" His voice was barely a whisper.
"Of course I love you, you idiot." Your voice equally quiet. "Why else would I be standing here, begging the strongest sorcerer alive to be selfish just once?ā€
He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, maybe a sob, his fingers tightening on you. "Don't," he whispered, and for the first time that morning, his voice was shaking. "Don't make this harder than it already is. Don't say things that make me want toā€”" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "That make me want impossible things."
"Impossible? Since when does Satoru Gojo believe in impossible?"
"Since I realized being with you means putting you at risk." His thumb brushed your cheek, the gesture achingly gentle. "Since I understood that staying alive isn't the same as keeping you safe."
"I hate this." You shook your head. "I hate how calmly you can stand here and talk about sacrifice like it's inevitable. Like there's no other way."
"Would you prefer if I fell apart?" His smile turned sad. "If I raged and cried and promised things I might not be able to keep?"
"Yes," you admitted, your hands coming up to cover his where they still held your face. "Because at least then I'd know you want to stay as much as I want you to."
"Oh, my love." The endearment fell from his lips like a confession. "Wanting to stay has never been the question. The question is whether I can live with myself if I do."
"And what about whether I can live with myself if you don't?" Your voice broke. "What about whether I can forgive myself for not fighting harder to make you stay?"
"This isn't your fight."
"Like hell it isn't." You pulled back. "You think I spent months learning to clear battlefields just so you could take center stage? You think I perfected my technique to complement your infinity because I had nothing better to do?" You dug your nails into your palms, throat tight with fury. "I've been fighting alongside you since before you ever kissed me in that hallway. Before you ever decided I was worth protecting. Don't you dare tell me this isn't my fight when I've spent years making sure you had the space you needed to be great."
He was quiet for a long moment, studying you. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost reverent. "And that's exactly why I need to go. The world doesn't need more people making space for me. It needs people who'll fill that space themselves."
You recoiled like he'd slapped you, hurt burning in your chest. "Is that what you think I've been doing? Making myself smaller for you? Made space for you because I was afraid to reach higher?" You stepped closer, deadly calm now. "I made space for you because that's what you do when you love someone."
His lips twitched into a smile. "So you do understand me."
"Don't pretend those are the same thing."
He was quiet for a moment. Then, instead of answering, he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like goodbye. Like all the tomorrows you'd never have, all the moments you'd never share, all the promises neither of you could keep. You kissed him back with everything you had ā€” all your fury and fear and love condensed into this one perfect, terrible moment.
His hands tangled in your hair like he was trying to memorize the feeling, yours gripping his jacket as if you could keep him here through sheer force of will. When you finally broke apart, hearts pounding, foreheads pressed together in the space between one heartbeat and the next.
"I'll hate you," you whispered against his lips. "If you don't come back, I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, and for once, his smile held an edge of something raw, something that looked almost like pain. "No, you won't."
"I will." Your fingers tightened in his jacket. "I'll hate you for making me fall in love with someone who was always planning to leave. I'll hate you for every morning I wake up alone, for every mission briefing where someone else stands in your place, for every year I have to leave flowers on your grave."
"You'll move on. You'll find someoneā€”"
"Fuck you," you cut him off, the words sharp enough to draw blood. "Don't you dare tell me how I'll feel. Don't you dare stand here and plan out my future without you in it."
"I'm just trying toā€”"
"To what? Prepare me? Make it easier? There's nothing easy about loving you, Satoru Gojo. There never has been. But I chose it anyway. Every day, knowing this moment would come."
"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to say goodbye? Make it messy and painful and real?"
"I want you to stop pretending this is just another mission and show me something that tells me this is killing you like it's killing me."
The silence stretched between you like a chasm. For just a moment, beneath his careful composure, you caught a glimpse of the man behind the name ā€” vulnerable, conflicted, maybe even afraid. But he buried it quickly, like he buried everything that might make him waver from his chosen path.
You'd always known this about him, hadn't you? Known it from that first bloody mission, from every fight where he'd put himself between the world and destruction.
Satoru Gojo was a man built for sacrifice, shaped by duty and power into something that could never truly belong to just one person. You'd fallen in love with him anyway, foolishly hoping that maybe love could be enough to make him choose differently.
But watching him now, seeing the gentle finality in every movement, you understood with crushing clarity that this was always how it would end. No amount of pleading or anger or love could change what he'd already decided.
He'd made his choice long before this morning, probably before he'd ever kissed you in that darkened hallway.
"Keep the tea warm for me," he said finally, stepping back. The words were casual, almost playful ā€” exactly the kind of thing he'd say on any other morning. But that's what made it cruel. Even now, he was trying to soften the blow, pretending this was just another goodbye, just another mission.
You didn't say anything as he walked to the door. Didn't wish him luck or tell him to be safe. The time for those platitudes had passed.
Instead, you watched him pause in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame. For a moment, you thought he might turn around, might drop the act and let you see something real. One last true moment before the end.
He didn't fully turn, but his voice carried back to you, soft and achingly sincere. "I love you. More than anything." A pause. "That's why I have to go."
The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. You'd never expected them, had made peace with the silence between heartbeats where those words should have lived.
You'd imagined them differently, in all the quiet moments you'd shared ā€” whispered against your skin in the dark, laughed into your mouth between kisses, murmured sleepily on lazy mornings. Not like this. Never like this.
How cruel, that he would finally say them now, when they felt more like a funeral rite than a confession. A parting gift from a man walking towards his own chosen end, making what should have been beautiful feel like another wound. The words you'd never dared hope for now hurt more than a lifetime of silence ever could.
Your throat burned with all the things you wanted to scream at him ā€” about how love should mean staying, about how he was breaking your heart while trying to save it, about how dare he make those words sound like goodbye when they should have been a beginning.
"I hate you," you whispered.
He made a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been something more broken. "No, you don't." The certainty in his voice felt like another wound. "You love me. You said so yourself."
"I'll hate you." Your voice hardened with each word. "I'll hate you so much it'll make you wish you'd stayed."
His hand tightened on the doorframe, knuckles white with tension. For a heartbeat, you thought you'd finally cracked his composure. That he might turn around and choose you over duty, love over destiny.
He didn't.
The door closed behind him with a soft click that sounded like an ending.
"But I'll wait for you anyway," you whispered to the empty room, hating yourself for the truth in those words.
The truth was, you'd always known it would end like this, known that loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who belonged to the world before he belonged to you.
But you'd been naive enough to hope. Foolish enough to think that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough to make him choose differently. That your selfish desire to keep him alive and whole could outweigh his selfless need to reshape the world.
The morning light cut across the empty room, highlighting the space where he'd stood moments before, and you wondered about the cruelty of it all.
Was it wrong to want to keep him here? To ask the strongest sorcerer alive to choose personal happiness over humanity's future? How many would suffer because you'd asked him to be selfish just this once?
But then again, how many had already been saved by him? How many times had he bled and broken and pieced himself back together for a world that only saw him as a shield, never as a man? Didn't he deserve the chance to live for himself, just once?
If love died today, buried six feet under noble intentions and greater goods, then maybe hate was all you had left. And wasn't there something pure in that? In hating him with the same intensity you'd loved him? In letting that hate fill the spaces he left behind, burning away the softness until all that remained was sharp edges and bitter truths?
The world needed Satoru Gojo the symbol, the untouchable god of jujutsu. But you'd needed Satoru, just Satoru, the man who brought you tea exactly how you liked it and kissed you like you were his everything. The man who was walking away, leaving you with nothing but memories and the taste of hate on your tongue.
Was it selfish to think your love was worth more than the world's need? Was it cruel to measure the weight of one heart against humanity's future?
Love and duty were never meant to be weighed against each other like this, weren't meant to be choices that tore a person in two. And perhaps that was the real tragedy ā€” not that he was walking away, but that you'd let yourself believe he wouldn't.
You'd known how this story would end from that very first kiss. Had tasted it in every goodbye before a mission, felt it every time you waited anxiously for his return, seen it lurking behind every smile that never quite reached his eyes.
Loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who was always meant to be sacrificed. You'd just been naive enough to think sacrifice could look different, that it didn't have to end with you here, choking on love turned to ash in your mouth.
Your fingers traced your lips where those three words still lingered like a curse. The tea was getting cold on the windowsill. You should pour it out, make a fresh cup. Should start preparing for a world where Satoru Gojo was just a memory, a legend, a story of sacrifice and strength. Should learn how to breathe around the thorns growing in your chest where love used to live.
Instead, you stayed frozen, caught in the space between what was and what could have been. Because maybe he was wrong. Maybe the world didn't need someone stronger. Maybe it just needed him to come back. You certainly did.
But it was too late for maybes now. He was already gone, walking toward a destiny he'd chosen long before he'd chosen you. And you were left here, caught between hating him for leaving and loving him for exactly who he was ā€” a man who would always choose the greater good, even when it shattered both your hearts.
But perhaps the cruelest irony was that in trying to protect humanity, he'd forgotten he was human too. That in becoming everyone's shield, he'd forgotten shields could break. That hearts could break. That yours was breaking.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, indifferent to your pain, indifferent to the way your world had just walked out the door with a smile and a promise he might not be able to keep.
You'd wait anyway. Even knowing how the story was meant to end, you'd wait. Because that's what love was ā€” not just the beautiful parts, but the ugly parts too. The waiting. The hoping. The hating.
The choosing to love someone even when they choose something else. Even when that love turns to poison in your veins.
Even when they choose the world over you.
The tea had long gone cold when you finally moved, muscles stiff from standing still for so long. You'd sworn you wouldn't watch. Had promised yourself you wouldn't be there to see him die for his greater tomorrow.
But your hands were already reaching for your jacket.
Because that was the thing about loving Satoru Gojo ā€” even when it turned to hate, even when it felt like acid in your throat, you couldn't look away. You'd watch him fight Sukuna. Watch him smile that infuriating smile as he chose the world one last time.
After all, you'd already promised to hate him if he didn't come back.
The least you could do was be there to keep that promise.
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whtepony Ā· 15 hours ago
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HEYYYY
acquainted was so fye twin šŸ™
i was wondering if you could write something abt bakugo wanted to pick up chubby!reader (for wtv reason šŸ˜­) and reader being like ā€œim too heavyā€ and katsukiā€™s just like ā€œbitch what are you talking about. iā€™m katsuki bakugo.ā€
NEED this rn šŸ’”šŸ’”
ā˜… i need a hero!
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ft. katsuki bakugo x chubby fem reader
warnings: idk chubby reader obv, dry humping, making out
notes: I LOVE MY MUTUALS HIIII !! responding to this immediately bc UGHHJ as a plus sized woman i just know he prefers big girls sorry. heā€™s so strong and could give less of a fuck abt your size. also iā€™m high rn so this got slutty sorry yā€™all
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katsukiā€™s got you sat in his lap on your shared couch, his fingers massaging the plush skin of your thighs as you kissed. heā€™d often pull you to him like this as soon after a particularly long day; as soon as heā€™s in the door, heā€™s gotta have his hands on you. he shifts his grip to your ass, pulling you ever closer to him with a low groan into your mouth. itā€™s messy and intense and you can tell the dinner youā€™d made just before he got home would be cold by the time you both got to it. not that you minded at all with the way he ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his hero costume.
you pant as you pull away for a moment, leaning your forehead against his and watching where your bodies met. he continued dragging you against his length, a hazy grin on his face at the sound of your whines. ā€œm-missed you, suki,ā€ you sighed, fingers carding through his blonde locks. he groaned in response, nipping at your neck. ā€œmissed ya more, princess,ā€ he says hurriedly, kiss-bitten lips slotting against yours once again. ā€œcanā€™t believe i ever left. shitā€™s stupid.ā€
you giggled breathlessly at his attitude, knowing he loved his job more than anything (well, maybe besides this). ā€œit was nine hours, baby, we do this every day-ā€œ youā€™re cut off by your own gasp as his hips buck into your own, a low laugh rumbling from your husbandā€™s chest. ā€œdoesnā€™t mean i gotta like it.ā€ he gruffs, sliding his arms beneath you and shifting his weight to the front of the couch cushion.
ā€œdonā€™tttt, iā€™m too heavy!ā€ you yelp, smacking his chest as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. katsuki laughs again, raising his eyebrows at you in disbelief. ā€œyouā€™re what now?ā€
ā€œi said iā€™m too heavy, let go so i can walk! i donā€™t want you to get hurt-ā€œ
ā€œoh, so ya think iā€™m weak now, is that it?ā€
you frown, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. he always had a way of challenging you on things like this that just made your concerns feel silly - and, well, most of the time they were. ā€œyou know thatā€™s not what i mean, suki, shut uppp,ā€ you groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. ā€œnah, you shut up,ā€ he murmured against the skin of your neck, kissing and licking his way up to your ear. ā€œā€˜nd let me carry ya to bed so i can remind you how easy it is for me to toss ya around.ā€
yeah, maybe sometimes you forget how strong katsuki really is, but heā€™ll be sure to remind you.
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puck-luck Ā· 2 days ago
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Quinn, Diamonds, Prompt #9 (option to include #1 - both are so good!!) šŸ«¶šŸ»
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warnings: using a camera during sexual acts, dirty talk WC: 575
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ā€œAw, baby, this is just what you needed, huh?ā€ Quinn asks, smirking devilishly through his grainy reflection. ā€œYouā€™ve been so stressed. Thatā€™s all over with now, right?ā€
You nod mindlessly, grinding back on his cock. Youā€™d been preparing for this interview all week, over-preparing to the point that youā€™d be able to answer any hypothetical question that your (hopefully) future employer could throw at you.Ā 
Quinn had helped you, of course. Heā€™s a doting boyfriend who wants whatā€™s best for you and heā€™ll help you in any way we can. Part of helping you was the promise of stress relief, or a reward for doing so well after you complete your interview. You had chosen the big reward, wanting to focus on prepping for your interview rather than getting distracted by sex, and Quinn had told you to trust him.Ā 
After your interview ended, he closed your computer and replaced it with his own. He opened his camera and had you center yourself in frame, the way you had when you were talking with the hiring managers a few minutes before. Then, Quinn had done something surprising. He had stood behind you and kissed over your neck until you were melting into his touch.Ā 
Then heā€™d unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your ā€œpretty titsā€ and the bra that confines them. Heā€™d cradled their weight in his hands, still kissing over the sensitive skin that covers your pulse point.
It hadnā€™t taken him long to get you standing. Heā€™d pushed the chair away from you, then bent you over the edge of the desk with a gentle, guiding hand. Then, he had rid you of your pants and pulled your panties to the side, crooning into your ear as he entered you with a finger.
ā€œMy smart girl,ā€ Quinn had said. ā€œSo capable. You killed it, baby.ā€
A second finger. ā€œTheyā€™d be stupid not to hire you after that interview. Almost as stupid as youā€™re going to be when Iā€™m done with you.ā€
It was a promise and heā€™s made good on it so farā€“ heā€™s at the point where heā€™s long since abandoned using his fingers and is now fucking into you with sharp, precise thrusts. Youā€™re clenching down on his cock like youā€™re trying to milk the cum out of him. Your moans are echoing throughout the bedroom, and occasionally Quinn will remind you to look at yourself on the screen.
ā€œWhat would they think, baby, if they could see you now?ā€ Quinn asks, bringing a hand to the back of your head and gripping your hair. ā€œYou think theyā€™d like the show? Make you CEO right away just because you look so pretty when youā€™re squeezing my cock?ā€
ā€œOh my God,ā€ you whimper, blushing at the mere idea of it. Quinn loves to humiliate you a little bit, especially after a hard week for you. It makes you looser, louder, more eager to come. He knows how to erase all of your thoughts with just a few words.
ā€œNah, youā€™d never let that happen,ā€ Quinn muses. ā€œOnly I get to see you like this, isnā€™t that right?ā€
ā€œOnly you, Quinn,ā€ you agree breathlessly, your head dropping forward again to rest on your forearms, entirely fucked out.Ā 
ā€œAh-ah, baby,ā€ Quinn corrects, pulling your head back up with a disapproving shake of his head. ā€œLet the camera see your face when you come. I want to watch this back next time I go out of town.ā€
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classyrbf Ā· 46 minutes ago
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dad bod!toji whoā€™s still the big, muscular man he is but you can tell heā€™s gotten older and his metabolism has slowed down a little bit. Heā€™s gotten chubbier in his arms, thighs, tummy. Not to mention, heā€™s started to gray and grow stubble on his face, the perfect salt and pepper mix. Toji says he hates it, always moaning and groaning about needing to hit the gym but youā€¦? You fucking love it. It takes everything in you not to ravish his right then and there, wanting to pounce on him every second of the day. Youā€™re always kissing up on him, grabbing on him, dragging him to the laundry room while the kids watching tv so you could have a quickie. And heā€™s so confused on where all this extra energy and affection has sprouted from, but he loves it. Youā€™re always so eager for him, fucking your self on his cock, him waking up to you kissing his neck and stroking his dick, dropping to your knees and giving him head without his asking. He wonders what heā€™s done to deserve all of it.
Heā€™s standing in the mirror one late night with his shirt off, examining just how chubby heā€™s gotten. Heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t a little insecure, thinking how gorgeous you are and how you shouldnā€™t settle for him. ā€œIā€™m losing myself,ā€ he grumbles. ā€œWhatā€™s going on, baby?ā€ You walk in the room, a smile immediately on your face when you see his shirt is off, definitely a sight to see. ā€œI need to head to the gym is whatā€™s going on.ā€ He flexes his muscles in the mirror. You giggle and walk up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist. ā€œI think you look so handsome with a little weight on you,ā€ you whisper in his ear. ā€œDoes something to me.ā€ You nibble on his ear before trailing kisses along his jaw, and thatā€™s when Toji realizes why youā€™ve been so affectionate with him, like a lightbulb going off in his head.
Just mere minutes later, youā€™re riding him like your life depends on it, slamming your hips down on his, creating a sticky mess between you two. ā€œS-shit,ā€ he pants, ā€œslow down, mamaā€”fuck!ā€ His bruising grips on your hips only tighten the faster you ride him. Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, clenching around his throbbing cock. ā€œI canā€™tā€¦you get so me so hot and bothered, baby.ā€ You grin, running your hands down his chest.
He swears he could cum right then and there, with the way you were riding him and that look in your eye, he was ready to give you another kid. And now you were kissing his neck, moaning and whimpering in his ear. ā€œYouā€™re so perfect, Toji,ā€ you mewl. ā€œFuck me.ā€ His eyes roll back before fluttering shut. ā€œKeep going, yes, yes, just like that, mama. Youā€™re gonna make me fucking cum,ā€ he groans. You keep that same rhythm, squeezing your pussy around him, milking him. He suddenly wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. ā€œAh, fuck!ā€ You cry out, your cum dripping down his shaft. His thrusts grow sloppier and harder and next thing you know heā€™s filling you up, pushing his cum deeper inside of you with slow thrusts. Laughter erupts from your chest as you catch your breath, kissing him slowly and passionately.
ā€œMmm, goddamn,ā€ he huffs, pulling you to his chest. ā€œNow I finally know why youā€™re so goddamn horny all the time,ā€ he chuckles. You blink up at him with a small smirk. ā€œCan you blame me?ā€ You trace patterns on his skin. He can see the look in your eye, that hungry stare youā€™re giving him, wanting more. ā€œWhat are you thinking about, hm?ā€ He caresses your cheek. ā€œOh nothingā€¦just how badly I wanna give you some head right now, but Iā€™ll wait.ā€
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revelboo Ā· 3 days ago
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I'm in love with the way you portray Jazz, and there just so little writing for him.
I was wondering if I could request another part for Jazz or IDW Starscream šŸ™ your fics are giving me life. I check Tumblr every day hoping for more!
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Over It Now Pt 10
IDW Jazz x Reader
ā€¢ Itā€™s such a little thing, nothing really, but when you start reaching out to him, itā€™s like a weight lifted from his shoulders. Asking him how his day was. How it really was, not letting him just smile and play it off. Encouraging him to be real even if it leaves him vulnerable and it means so much to him, even as he canā€™t let go of that mask just yet. Thereā€™s still the fear that if he does, you wonā€™t like whatā€™s underneath. Maybe if you see all the frustration and anger just under the surface, youā€™ll finally refuse to sit with him altogether. So he keeps the smile in place, keeps joking, but at night before you disappear inside to sleep, he sings for you in Cybertronian everything he wants to say, but is too afraid to. He bleeds out the poison night by night, needing the warmth of you against him so he doesnā€™t drown in it, because thereā€™s so much.
ā€¢ ā€œYouā€™re quiet today,ā€ you say, studying the big Autobot. And that unusually somber expression is gone in a twist of a sly smile. Playing that part again, but it doesnā€™t bother you as much as it once did. After that night, you almost feel like you understand that his smile is sometimes all thatā€™s holding him together, because when he sings? Even though you canā€™t understand a word of it, thereā€™s anguish and hope and fury all twisted together in that haunting voice. It cuts you straight to the bone, hurts you, but you just curl against him and let him sing. Because as much as it hurts you, to keep all that inside must be slowly killing him.
ā€¢ ā€œJust thinking, doll,ā€ he says, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. Not entirely a lie, though worrying might be a better word. Theyā€™d found a viable energon mine, but so had the Decepticons. The same mine. Bumblebee had reported seeing Ravage skulking about. Itā€™s not like he hadnā€™t known the war would eventually boil over again, but both sides are so starved for energon, heā€™d thought this uneasy truce might last just a bit longer while they replenished their stores. And worst of all, that mine is far too close to your home, to the nearby city. Heā€™s already started setting up a space for you in his quarters, knowing youā€™re going to hate him for it, but if fighting breaks out? He canā€™t leave you here. He canā€™t lose you. ā€œDidnā€™t mean to worry you.ā€
ā€¢ Watching him drum a servo nervously against his thigh, you know heā€™s lying, but you make yourself let it go. Heā€™d promised to not lie about the big stuff and while he lies as easily as you breathe, youā€™d believed his serious tone that night. The same night heā€™d first sang and then pulled you into his arms while you cried for him. Just thinking about makes you feel unsettled, like thereā€™s something hanging right between you both, just out of reach. Something that if you try to take it, will shift everything between you and you donā€™t want to risk what you have. Heā€™s frustrating and you canā€™t trust half of what he says, but he does make you laugh. He makes you happy.
ā€¢ ā€œI have to worry,ā€ you say, eyes so serious as you lean on your crutches and look up at him. ā€œBecause you wonā€™t.ā€ Oh, kitten, you have no idea how he worries, but he smiles crookedly, reaching out to gently tap you on the nose with a servo. Playing the clueless, goof even as anxiety eats him alive and you swat at his servo without any real heat. Just like you have no idea how much you mean to him, how much heā€™ll sacrifice to protect that feeling of peace you bring him and to protect you.
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eelnoise Ā· 23 hours ago
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zoro x gn!reader cw: fluff, first kisses, you and zoro are a little drunk an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BELOVED AMAZING SWEET BOY. sorry it's a day late :( high key the prequel to this fic and it's sequel (both nsfw!) but more a fun fact than a requirement btw. wc: 4.2k
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It's Zoro's birthday, and while he's never been one to make a fuss about it, this year the ship is conveniently docked for the night, giving the crew the perfect opportunity to celebrate. He doesnā€™t exactly mindā€”and itā€™s not like he can avoid itā€”heā€™s not used to the attention such a day brings. Leaning against the railing and staring off into the sunset, he remains quiet, distant in the way he always is.Ā 
But thereā€™s a softness in the way his gaze lingers on the crew, their laughter and warmth filling the air beneath the fading light of the setting sun. The comfort it brings doesnā€™t feel strange anymore. Itā€™s simply a part of his world now, like the rising and setting sunā€”familiar, irreplaceable, and quietly essential.
Heā€™s snapped out of his thoughts by the unmistakable sound of your footsteps approaching, your voice cutting through the noise of the crew. ā€œYou alright? Are they too much for ya?ā€
Zoro glances over his shoulder, his usual deadpan expression in place, but there's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as they land on you. "Nah, theyā€™re not botherinā€™ me," he grumbles and shakes his head, his act deliberately nonchalant. ā€œIā€™m alright.ā€
Heā€™s good at hiding it, at playing off the unfamiliar tug in his chest every time you speak to him like that. But the truth is, heā€™s not used to the way your presence settles something in him, not used to how easy it feels just to be near you.
You smile, and itā€™s effortless, like youā€™ve known him for years, and maybe you have, but thereā€™s something different about it tonight. Something that makes him feel strangely exposed, even though youā€™re only a few feet away. Heā€™s used to being left alone, used to carrying the weight of his thoughts without anyone noticing, but with you, itā€™s like he canā€™t hide behind his usual walls.
Coming to a stop just next to him, Zoro turns around to properly face you and notices that youā€™re holding something behind your back. His brows furrow slightly, his eyes narrowing in a way that makes you think heā€™s already figured it out, even when he hasnā€™t.
ā€œWhatā€™re you hiding?ā€ he asks, his words slow and steady, but thereā€™s a hint of curiosity beneath the surfaceā€”heā€™s trying too hard to play it off, and he still canā€™t quite mask it.
ā€œI know you don't care much for gifts or whatever butā€”ā€ His attention sharpens, but he doesnā€™t press. Instead, he just crosses his arms, a half-smirk tugging at his lips, like heā€™s willing to let you have your fun for now. But even then, his eyes donā€™t leave you, waiting, just a little too interested.
With a sly grin, you reach behind your back and pull out two bottles of sake, one in each hand. ā€œI remembered how much you liked that sake from the island we visited last month,ā€ you say, holding up the bottles for a closer look. ā€œThought itā€™d make a good birthday gift. Yā€™know, some good memories.ā€
You glance at him, offering a small, almost shy smile. Thereā€™s no big gesture, no over-the-top presentationā€”just something simple that you thought he'd appreciate.
Zoro is speechless, his arms still crossed over his chest, trying to keep his composure and not let on to how much the gesture seems to throw him off. Heā€™s not used to being on the receiving end of things, and gifts are especially new territory. For a long moment, he just stares, his eyes flitting from the bottles in your hands to your face, like heā€™s waiting for the punchline. But it never comes.
He wasnā€™t expecting anything. He didnā€™t want anything. Still, as you stand there before him, looking so genuine and kind and truthful, something within him swells. A warm feeling blossoming in his chest.
Zoro swallows, his words a little rough, more vulnerable than he wants them to be. ā€œDidnā€™t have to do that,ā€ he mutters, but thereā€™s a quiet fondness in his expression that contradicts his words. He holds out his hand, silently asking for the bottles, waiting patiently for you to hand one to him.
You offer a bottle, and he takes it from your hands, his fingers brushing yours for just a second. He hesitates, clearly unsure of how to respond, before muttering, ā€œThanks...ā€ in that awkward way he does when heā€™s caught off guard. But then, as if a thought suddenly strikes him, he looks up, a hint of something softer in his eyes.
ā€œHey... you wanna share a bottle?ā€ he asks, his tone casual, but there's an underlying sincerity there. He quickly clears his throat, as if the offer itself was a bit more vulnerable than he meant it to be. "I mean, you went out of your way to get it for me. Least I can do is share."
The way he says itā€”slightly gruff but definitely not uninterestedā€”makes it clear that he doesn't want you to walk off just yet. It's not just about the sake. He wants you to stick around.
You grin, ā€œOf course I do, in factā€¦ā€ trailing off, you quickly produce two shot glasses from your back pocketā€”stashed just for this very instance in mind. The small glass makes a soft clink against the wood as you slide one over the railing to Zoro with a knowing look. ā€œI figured you'd be in the mood for a drink," you add, gesturing for him to have the first pour.
He catches the glass between his fingers and uncorks the bottle to pours the clear liquid gently into the small glass. Raising it to his lips, he swirls it slightly before taking a sip. The alcohol burns pleasantly down his throat, warming him from the inside out. He lets out a satisfied sigh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.
"Not bad," he comments, raising his glass in a silent toast before taking another drink. His eyes linger on you, studying your face in the fading light. "You know me well," he adds, his expressionĀ  thoughtful, as though he's still processing the simple truth in the words.Ā 
Zoro tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that's both casual and strangely intense before handing the bottle over to you. He watches you closely as you fill your glass up, his focus once again lingering on your face, as if trying to read you.
You take the bottle with a small, knowing grin, your fingers brushing his as you accept it. Your glass is already in hand, and you pour a generous amount, the clear liquid catching the last of the fading sunlight. As you bring the glass to your lips, you meet his gaze, holding it just long enough to make him wonder whether youā€™re savoring the moment or just being playful. The warmth of the alcohol spreads quickly, but it's not enough to dull the sharpness of the connection between you both.Ā 
The night stretches on and the deck clears out, leavingĀ  Zoro and you settled into a comfortable rhythm, now relaxed with your backs against the hull, the warmth from the alcohol fighting the chill of the crisp sea wind. The conversation has shifted from casual banter to deeper, quieter exchanges, though neither of you is particularly worried about keeping things serious for long.
But now, his eyes are fixed on you in that way he always has when he's trying to figure something outā€”or just when he's being his usual teasing self. Youā€™ve had a few too many, and while youā€™re not exactly stumbling, your laughter has taken on a loose, carefree qualityā€”and for a moment heā€™s so taken with you he doesnā€™t catch the smile in his cheeks.
Zoroā€™s expression doesnā€™t escape your notice, making your brow furrow. ā€œWhatā€™s with the look?ā€ you ask, flashing a playful grin.
He smirks, taking another swig from his glass before leaning against the railing. ā€œYouā€™re such a lightweight, ya know that?ā€
ā€œAnyoneā€™s a lightweight compared to you, dude.ā€ You reply, rolling your eyes slowly, but with a touch of amusement, you let out a little laugh. Itā€™s hard to stay annoyed with that smug grin of his.
There's a dare in his poise, playful and teasing, but with an edge of something elseā€”a spark of excitement, a hint of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the wall, he shifts just enough so his gaze locks with yours.
Zoro chuckles, low and deep, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe so, but I bet I could still outdrink you any day."
There's a challenge in his tone, playful and teasing, but with a hint of something elseā€”an edge of excitement, a spark of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the ship, he shifts just enough so his look meets yours.
"What do you say? Think you can handle a little competition?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his words.
You nod eagerly, your eyes lighting up with the same mischievous energy. A slow grin spreads across your face, the alcohol lending you the courage to match his boldness. "Oh, I'm game," you reply, shifting slightly closer, your thigh brushing against his as you adjust your position. "What are you thinking?"
Zoro's eyes glint with mischief, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Simple," he says, his voice low. "We take turns guessing something about each other. If you're wrong, you take a shot."
He tilts his head, his gaze never leaving yours. The mischief in his eyes still lingers, but there's a lighter edge to it now, a playful gleam that makes the moment feel less intense and more... electric in its own way. The air between you shifts, not a spark, but something that quickens the beat of your heart.
The thought of being so close, trading secrets and truths, sends a little thrill through you. Even in the dim light, you can see every detail of his face, his expression open, his eyes sharp with interest. It's intimate in a way both familiar and new, and your heart hammers in your chest.Ā 
ā€œYou're on," you reply, the words coming out a little more breathless than you intended. "But don't think I'm gonna go down easily."
Zoroā€™s smirk deepens, his stare never wavering from yours, the tease in his eyes sharp and unwavering. He leans in slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in his look. ā€œLet me guess," he says smooth and confidently. "Your biggest fear... itā€™s not something simple, right? Nah, I bet itā€™s something that really gets under your skin." He pauses, studying you with a critical eye, before letting out a slow breath. "Iā€™m gonna say... itā€™s being helpless. Not being able to protect the people you care about."
His words hang in the air, his eyes still locked onto yours, as if he's daring you to confirm or deny it. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much, but you canā€™t help but feel a strange warmth at the fact that heā€™s thought so deeply about it.
A shiver runs down your spine at how close he is, the way his voice wraps around the words, and the sheer truth of it all. You swallow, trying to keep your expression neutral as you meet his eyes.
ā€œDamn," you murmur, a hint of surprise in your voice. "That's more accurate than I care to admit. How the hell did you guess that?"
Zoro laughs, "Maybe I just know you that well, eh?" He playfully nudges you, the alcohol, and you, are calming him more than he'd like to admit. He's very comfortable in this moment, and it's something he can't deny to himself, so why not indulge in the rare privacy? "Drink up." He adds with a nod.
A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound a little shaky. "Seems like it," you mutter, the reality of how well he knows you sending a strange wave of heat through your chest.
Following his instruction, you swallow down a hefty gulp of liquid courage, the burn of the alcohol sliding down your throat. You exhale, the feeling only adding to the flutter in your stomach.
"All right, my turn," you say, trying to steady your voice despite the flutter in your chest. "I've got a pretty good guess for you, too."
Zoro leans back slightly, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Alright, let's hear it," he replies, low and curiously, the challenge in his tone still present but tempered by an edge of amusement.
"I think..." you begin taking in his relaxed, more casual expression. It makes you smile, and you don't think about trying to hide it, either, "You're a big softie, and I think that you know it."
TheĀ  smile falls, and he looks almost surprised, like he wasn't expecting you to be so perceptive. But then, his eyes narrow, and his smirk returns, only with a flicker of something softer. "Oh, so we're gonna play like that, huh?" He chides, his playful act never faltering.
Mhm," you confirm with a nod and a sly grin. "Now answer the question, softie."
Zoro clicks his tongue in annoyance as he realizes youā€™ve caught him in a rare moment of vulnerability. He runs a hand through his hair, his chuckle low and almost reluctant.
ā€œDammit,ā€ he mutters, shifting against the railing with a sigh. He falls silent, studying you in the dim light like he's weighing whether to keep up the act. His gaze softens just slightly as he exhales. ā€œAlright, fine, you got me,ā€ he admits, the words gruff but unavoidably sincere. ā€œGuess I do have my moments.ā€
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that," you note, tilting your head slightly and softening your tone, a playful glint in your eyes. You scoot a little closer, your inflection gentler now, as if you're letting him in on something only the two of you share. "Makes you human, you know? And honestly, itā€™s kinda... nice, seeing you let your guard down for once."
Zoro's lips twitch in response, a strange vulnerability in the way he responds to your words.
"Yeah, I guess it does," he replies, scratching the back of his head. He looks away as if embarrassed by the admission. "Still, I'm not about to go around announcing it to the worldā€”I have an image to maintain, ya know."
You catch the flicker of that vulnerability, and the teasing smile on your lips softens just a bit. ā€œYour secret is safe with me,ā€ you assure him with a wink. ā€œYou can keep being the big, tough guy on deck, but I wonā€™t spill.ā€ You give him a playful nudge, your tone light but warm. ā€œNow drink up, softieā€”let's see how long you can hold onto that image.ā€
Zoro lets out a rough laugh, the sound just a touch shaky, as if he's more affected by the moment than he'd like to let on. He takes the glass and tips it back, taking a long swallow. "All right, then. My turn to guess, huh?
A soft hum of amusement escapes your lips as you watch him drain the glass. "Mhm," you confirm with a nod, a small, satisfied smile on your face. "Let's see what you've got."
Zoro sets the glass down with a soft clink, his eyes locked on your face. A smirk twists at his lips, and he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his expression sharp and playful.
"I think..." he begins, his voice dropping slightly, "you're a lot more observant than you let on. You catch things that I wouldn't dream of, and sometimes, you just know what I'm thinking before I do. But, you're also pretty damn stubborn."
Your eyebrows arch at his observation, both impressed and slightly taken aback. It's eerily astute, and you know you can't deny it. With a sigh, you lean your head back and tilt your head toward with a wry smile.
"Oh? What kind of things do you notice that I catch?," you murmur, unable to hide the hint of surprise in your reaction. "And someone has to be stubborn to put up with you." You add with a tease.
Zoro chuckles, the sound low and throaty. He leans in close, a teasing smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? And who said I need putting up with?"
He tilts his head, studying your grin for a momentĀ  before continuing. "You're smart," he remarks thoughtfully. "You pick up on things the rest of the crew doesn't, like when I'm irritated or when I'm lying. It's a pain in the ass."
The truth falling from his lips hits you hard, he feels genuine. Totally real and just honest with you right now. It dawns on you that Zoro lets you see him this way, and to deny the butterflies in your stomach would be a lie to the world.
"Leaves an impression though, yeah?" You force out, though the words are slightly sheepish. "I mean, we're here talking now, so you must like me enough to keep around."
Zoro's laugh is softer this time, a hint of something warm and almost fond in his expression.
"Yeah, I guess I do," he admits, shaking his head slightly. The night's quiet around you, except for the soft sound of the waves lapping against the hull. "You're stubborn and annoying as hell, but... yeah, I like you."
"I'm glad," you reply, letting the playful tease linger. You shift a little closer, your voice softening, but the warmth is still there. "It's nice 'putting up with you,' even if you make it way harder than it needs to be." You let out a small laugh, meeting his gaze with a fond smile. "But I guess someone has to deal with you, right?"
Zoro rolls his eyes playfully, as the gesture makes you giggle. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get too cocky about it," he replies, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
But then thereā€™s a stillness between you two. A quiet that feels different from the rest of the night. His attention lingers on you, the air thickening in a way that makes everything feel closerā€”heavier, more intimate.
Youā€™re not sure when it happened, but suddenly, youā€™re sitting so close that you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. His breath brushes against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he tilts his head down, his eyes locking intently onto yours. He canā€™t help but notice how your presence seems to fill the space between, how the world around you fades to just the soft rhythm of your breathing, the quiet pulse of the moment.
Time seems to slow as your proximity to him registers fully. Zoro's heart skips a beat as he realizes how close you've gotten, the feel of your warm breath against his skin causing a shiver to race down his spine. Instinctively, he wants to pull back, to distance himself from this vulnerability, but something holds him in place.
Despite every instinct screaming at him to pull away, he finds himself stuck in place. Your proximity is intoxicating, making his heart race in his chest. And then, without a thoughtā€”pure impulseā€”he leans in.
His lips meet yours, firm and sure in a kiss that's both unexpected and exhilarating. The rest of the ship falls away, and now, it's just him and you, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions and fueling the fire that's been quietly building between you.
Zoro's hand moves almost on its own, reaching out to tangle in the soft strands of your hair, pulling you closer against him. The heat of the moment, fueled by the alcohol and the low thrum of tension that's always hung between you, is overwhelming. It feels both familiar and completely new, and his mind struggles to keep up with the onslaught of feeling.
It's slightly awkward, he isn't sure exactly what he's doing but gets the jest of it, the initial clumsiness rapidly melts away as he gets lost in the kiss. It's clear he's never been in this exact situation before, yet his instincts guide him as he lets himself be swept away by the moment.
His other hand moves to your waist, pulling you flush against him, the feel of your body against his suddenly more electrifying than anything he's ever felt.
As he pulls you against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, a low rumble of appreciation escapes his throat. The feeling of your body against his is electric in a way he's never experienced, the heat between you growing hotter with each passing moment. It's different from a fight, but the adrenaline feels just as battle would.Ā 
He pulls away from you and thereā€™s a beat of silence. The world seems to pause around you both, and for a moment, neither of you knows what to say. Zoroā€™s hand is still tangled in your hair, his fingers brushing lightly against your scalp as if heā€™s holding onto something grounding. His breath comes out in a shaky exhale, his eyes never leave yours and theyā€™re flickering with something unreadable.
"I... I, uh..." he mutters, his words stumbling in a way that's completely out of character for him. The usually confident, aloof first mate is blushing like a damn tomato, and it makes something warm stir in your chest.
You can't help but smile, the cool night air doing little to quell the warmth spreading through you from that kiss. It's an unexpected, but not unwelcome, shift in the air between you. "It was nice," you say, your voice soft but steady, letting him know you're not about to make this more awkward than it already feels, "But I understand, weā€™re both probably a little... off balance right now."
Zoro glances at you, a flicker of relief in his eyes before he looks away again, clearly trying to regain some of his usual composure. "You... should probably get some sleep," he mutters, his gaze darting to the deck, clearly embarrassed by his own reaction.
You chuckle softly, though there's no judgment in itā€”just a quiet understanding. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. But no worries, Iā€™m not going to hold it against you," you tease, the teasing lightness still there, but without any pressure. You're still floating somewhere between cloud nine and feeling completely grounded in the moment.
Zoro exhales, a little too sharply, before he slowly releases his grip on you, his hand drifting back to his side. There's a beat of silence as he clears his throat, looking sheepish for the first time tonight. Itā€™s kind of cute, honestly.
"Here, let me..." he starts again, his words are rough but calmer than usual. "Iā€™ll help get you to bed."
He reaches out for your hand, his fingers firm but careful as he takes it in his own. The gesture feels different nowā€”gentler, more deliberateā€”and it makes your heart skip a beat. Itā€™s endearing, how much heā€™s trying to be careful with you, and for once, itā€™s nice to see him not so sure of himself. You feel a little giddy, but you donā€™t pull away.
He guides you slowly across the deck, the atmosphere still charged with unspoken tension. As you walk, you can feel his gaze flick to you every so often, as if he's checking to make sure you're alright.
The sound of footsteps on the deck is the only break in the silence. Finally, you reach the door to your quarters, and Zoro stops, turning to face you.
He stands there, still holding your hand, clearly at a loss for what to do next. The low light catches his features in a way that makes him seem more vulnerable than usual, and for a brief moment, he seems unsure of himselfā€”something you donā€™t see often. His mouth opens and closes as if heā€™s trying to find the right words but keeps getting stuck.
ā€œYouā€¦ you, uh, you get some sleep, okay?ā€ His voice sounds softer than itā€™s ever been, a little awkward, sure,Ā  but thereā€™s a gentleness to it that you werenā€™t expecting. It's like he wants to make sure you're okay after everything.
You smile, your heart fluttering at how cute he's being. "You too, Zoro," you reply, squeezing his hand lovingly and flashing him a warm, sweet smile. ā€œAnd happy birthday.ā€
Zoroā€™s face flushes a deeper shade of red, and his ears go a bit pink too. It's so obvious now how much the night has affected him. He quickly looks away, mumbling something too quiet for you to catch.
ā€œYeah, yeah,ā€ he mutters, his demeanor a little gruff but still somehow tender. He glances at you again, then looks away quickly, embarrassed. ā€œIā€™ll see you tomorrow, alright?.ā€
You give him one last smile before you turn to leave and Zoro watches you disappear into the room beyond, his heart beating a little faster than usual, and the warmth from your smile lingers with him long after youā€™ve disappeared into the night. He stands there for a while, staring at the spot where you were standing, and when he finally heads to his quarters, the usual brash first mate is nowhere to be found.
When he settles in his own bunk, Zoro's mind keeps replaying the moments with you. He can't help but smileā€”just a little, but it's there, soft and real. He lies in the dark, still feeling the warmth of your hand in his, and it brings an unfamiliar but comforting warmth to his chest. Itā€™s not something heā€™s used to, but... it feels nice.
Zoro drifts off to sleep with a small, genuine smile still on his face, the first real one heā€™s had in a long time.
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@tetzoro here is ur tag hehe
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dutiful-wildcraft Ā· 2 days ago
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I re-emerge with a soft and vaguely angsty Nik/Price/F!Reader
Unedited, 1k, enjoy <3
It's not unusual for Nikolai to look after her while Price is away. As a matter of fact it grew common, the burly Russian staying with her more often than not, even when John was home.
And what had originally been a friendly extension of John, extra security at her call, had evolved into another soft body in their bed, both men's mingled cologne sinking into her sheets as she slept tucked between them.
However, these last few days had been devoid of soft embraces and stolen kisses, but rather wretched coughing and sniffly noses.Ā 
Nikolai, has been sick as shit for days.
Thankfully, he'd been minding her with only a small amount of caterwauling. Huffing and puffing about her not sleeping beside him, whining as sickly boys are want to do.
His raspy voice somehow stupidly effective in getting him his way.Ā 
Can I have more blankets lisichka? he rumbles pitifully.
What will we have for lunch? Ā he asks with big brown eyes.Ā 
As if he could keep anything more than cheese and crackers down.
Unable to sleep due to Nikolaiā€™s chainsaw level congestion snores, she slinks down stairs in the wee hours of the morning. Having already decided to make her favorite comfort food. Something simple, savory and carb heavy for the pair of them.Ā 
On a whim she gives John a video call, setting it up on the counter while it rings and rings.Ā 
She hardly expects him to answer, he rarely does.Ā  And considering he'd already been gone 4 out of his supposed 6 week stint, she was sure her man was still up to his chest in work.
She's got a maw full of shredded cheese when John's voice rings through the receiver.
ā€œHello darlingā€
She sputters, recovering quickly to flash him a big goofy smile.
ā€œHey loveā€ she whispers back, heart fit to burst as she takes him. There isn't much to see, just the pale light of his phone illuminating his features in the darkness. His beard is scruffy, bags under his eyes far too heavy for her liking.Ā 
ā€œHelloā€ he repeats again, an infinite fondness in his voice. His sweet cheeks pulled up into that little smile that still makes her blush. She sheepishly brushes the remnant shredded cheese off her tits, tries to quickly adjust her hair.Ā 
She can see her own image reflected in the top corner of her screen, she looks like hammered hell honestly. Hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes, clad in ratty stained oversized shirt. She almost feels a little guilty for not looking more presentable for him when he chimes in again.
ā€œMissed that sweet face.ā€ he murmurs, and all those nagging thoughts plop right from her noggin. The goofy man would think she'd look hot in a trash bag.Ā 
ā€œMissed your face too baby, you okay?ā€ She knows better than to ask about the op, instead lets him pick and choose what he likes to talk about.Ā 
ā€œMuch better now, might even be home sooner than we thought.ā€
Her ears perk at that, spiritual tail wagging hopefully. She missed him dearly, occasionally shed tears in the lonely showers away from Nikolai, when the weight became to much for her to bare. She does her best not to say anything, doesn't want him to feel bad for being so far away. Instead she sends him updates, pictures of the animals, of her meals, this weeks favorite song.
He doesn't reply, she knows he can't, but he does read them, follows up with each one in a big text or call when he can. Somehow holding the details despite whatever hell he sees.
ā€œWhat you makinā€™ over there?ā€ he cuts in, trying to eye the counter with a raised brow through the screen.Ā 
ā€œI was hankerinā€™ for some potato soup, thought the patient would like it too.ā€ she chuckles a bit.
ā€œMmm, sweet thing aren't you? How is he?ā€
ā€œHe's only a little whiny, spends his day trying to coax me close enough to cough on me, claims he just wants a cuddleā€ she laughs.
John chuckles too, shaking his head with a fond exasperation.ā€œWell, you gonna show me how to do it?ā€
ā€œHuh? Right now? I was just callingā€¦you can get your rest babe, I just wanted to hear your voice.ā€
ā€œI'm far from tired with a pretty thing cookin for me, now go on.ā€
She flashes him a knowing look. John Price was no chef, he did well enough, but she'd caught him on more than one occasion following along to the little cooking videos he'd dug up on the internet. Especially those made by other soft southern women.
With an expectant look she continues her work, cutting vegetables and getting the stock pot ready.Ā 
ā€œTalk to me love, need to hear your voice.ā€ he reminds her.Ā 
Not want. Need. And who was she to deny him? So with a little fumbling she starts narrating, mimicking the smooth diction she'd often heard in those same videos, biting back a smile as she watches John fight sleep. Tired baby blues drooping lower and lower, closing briefly before the sharp snick of cut carrots stirs him again. Eyes straining to keep watch.
Sweet man.
She knows he's exhausted, more so than she can probably imagine. What hell he's had to dodge up until this point, and possibly a few days more until he can see them again.
Something in her chest stirs at how he stills for her, easily drawn into the soft bubble of comfort she can provide at such a distance. Lulled easily by a silly soup recipe, simply because it's her voice. She wonders now if he uses her voice messages similarly. She wonders if he would let her read him to sleep.
She files it away. Along with the thought of sending him softer voice messages for when he's away.Ā 
She looks to him again, bristly face squished against his pillow. Eyes closed serenely.Ā 
ā€œWanna know my secret?ā€ she asks, soft and playful, watching one of his pretty blue eyes creak open at her tone.
ā€œW'sat luv?ā€Ā 
ā€œI use instant mashed potatoes to thicken up my soup, makes it extra potatoe-yā€ she giggles.
ā€œMy clever girlā€ he mumbles dreamily, followed by a string of more barely intelligible praise. It rolls easy and proud from his chest, voice no more than a sleepy purr that makes a grin split her face.Ā 
By the time she's finished up John is fully asleep, his measured breaths pouring through the receiver just shy of a real snore.
Her heart aches deep in her chest, a chunk of it long gone and far far away in the form of one John Price, and while she can see him now, know he's alive and relatively well, she longs more than anything to crawl in next to him. Hold him close tucked beneath her chin, where she can keep him warm and safe herself.
As if on cue, a pair of strong arms wrap around her middle, Nikolaiā€™s hot cheek pressed to her temple where he briefly lays a kiss. This time she doesn't fight him.Ā 
Getting sick be damned.
ā€œPretty thing isn't he?ā€ Nikolai rumbles quietly, eyeing the phone screen with those fond brown eyes.Ā 
She simply hums an affirmative in his arms, words caught in her throat by the emotion that's threatening to escape her.Ā 
Nik seems to catch on, giving her a soft squeeze. ā€œHow is he?ā€ he whispers instead, voice low to not wake the man on the other side of the world.
The question is able to at least shake a little out of her. ā€œHe seems okay, worn out, fell asleep watching me cook.ā€ She watches John for another moment before sucking in a deep sigh, squirming around in Niks arms to face him, tuck herself into his arms.Ā 
ā€œI'm just ready for him to be homeā€ she mumbles into the soft plush of his chest.
Nik pulls her in closer, warm hands petting along her back, squeezing the back of her neck soothingly. ā€œMe too, malyshkaā€ he returns, the weight of John's absence equally heavy in his own voice.Ā 
The pair stay there for some time, swaying gently in each other's embrace, listening to John's soft snores until the sun paints their meager kitchen gold.
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girl-next-door-writes Ā· 1 day ago
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And Everything Changed
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Characters: Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: Eddie Munsonā€™s D&D game takes a surprising turn when a new player arrives, leading to unexpected romance and vulnerability.
Word Count: 1527 words
Prompt: ā€˜Now Kiss her.ā€™
A/N: This is for @caplanbuckybarnes Disney Celebration
Eddie Munson sat in the dimly lit room, drumming his fingers on the table, waiting for the Hellfire Club members to arrive. This was their big campaign night, the night when their characters would either emerge victorious or face unspeakable doom. But there was a problemā€”Gareth had dropped out last minute, flu. A replacement was required, and fast.
When Dustin suggested the idea earlier in the caffeteria, Eddie had balked.
"Are you sure about this?" Eddie asked, his fingers still tapping a restless rhythm. "She's never played DnD before."
"Trust me, Eddie. Sheā€™s cool. Plus, she's into fantasy stuff," Dustin replied, already confident that this would work out.
Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his untamable hair. It wasnā€™t that he doubted your ability to grasp the gameā€”it was something else. Youā€™d been hanging out with them more lately, joining their lunch tables and occasional after-school hangouts. And as much as Eddie tried to play it cool, there was something about you that made his pulse race and his thoughts jumble. You were... different. And maybe thatā€™s what scared him.
"Alright, fine. Bring her in. But if she can't handle the pressure, it's on you," Eddie said, pretending to be casual, even though a small part of him was excited at the thought of spending the evening with you.
When you walked into the session that evening, Eddieā€™s breath hitched. You looked a little out of place, unsure of what you were stepping into, but still radiating confidence. Dustin had given you a brief rundown of what you were getting yourself into, but nothing could have prepared you for the theatrical spectacle that was Eddie Munson running a Dungeons & Dragons campaign.
"Welcome to the Hellfire Club," Eddie said, his voice deep and theatrical as he gestured to the table. "I hope you're ready for the most intense adventure of your life."
You smiled, a little shy but intrigued. "Thanks. I hope I donā€™t mess up too much."
"Nah, you'll be fine," Dustin chimed in. "Eddie's a good teacher."
Eddie shot Dustin a glare, as if to say 'don't oversell me,' but then he turned back to you and gave you one of his trademark devilish grins. "Alright, sit down, newbie. Letā€™s get started."
As the game kicked off, Eddie watched you carefully. You were picking things up quickly, asking questions when needed but mostly diving into the story with surprising enthusiasm. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone got lost in the game, but Eddie couldnā€™t help but be distracted by you.
It wasnā€™t just your characterā€™s quick thinking or the way you seemed to take to the fantasy world so easilyā€”it was you. The way your eyes lit up when something exciting happened in the game. The way you leaned forward when your character was in danger. And how, when you laughed at one of his ridiculous voices, it felt like a little victory.
As the campaign progressed, something shifted. The game wasnā€™t just a game anymoreā€”it became a stage for something bigger. Every glance between your character and Eddieā€™s NPCs seemed to carry more weight. Every time your characters interacted, it felt like the two of you were playing out something just beneath the surface, something neither of you had the courage to confront directly.
And then it happened.
The group had just survived a major battle. Your character, an inexperienced mage, had managed to cast a spell that turned the tide in their favor, saving everyone from certain doom. Eddie, as the dungeon master, described the aftermath in vivid detail.
"The smoke clears, and all thatā€™s left are the charred remains of your enemies. But as the dust settles, you realize somethingā€”your companion, Sir Andor," he said, referring to the noble knight NPC heā€™d been playing, "is badly wounded. He falls to the ground, bleeding."
You looked at Eddie, your brow furrowing. "I rush over to him. Can I do anything?"
Eddie leaned forward, the intensity of the moment pulling everyone in. "Sir Andor looks up at you, his breaths shallow. 'I fear... this is the end...,'" he said, dropping his voice low to play the character.
"No," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine emotion. "It canā€™t be the end."
The rest of the group was watching in silence, completely wrapped up in the drama unfolding between your character and Eddieā€™s. Even Dustin, who usually cracked jokes during the game, was unusually quiet.
"I want to... try to heal him," you said, almost hesitant.
Eddieā€™s heart skipped a beat. He wasnā€™t sure if it was the game or if it was you, sitting right there, your eyes locked with his. For a moment, it felt like everything else fell away.
"Roll for it," Eddie said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The dice clattered across the table. It was a high rollā€”just enough to succeed.
Eddie cleared his throat, slipping back into character. "Sir Andor looks at you, his eyes softening. 'You... you saved me,' he says, his voice filled with gratitude. He reaches out and touches your hand."
The room was thick with tension, everyone waiting for what would happen next. Your character had saved him, but the moment felt bigger than the game.
Dustin, sensing something in the air, leaned forward with a mischievous grin and whispered, "Now kiss her."
The table erupted in laughter, breaking the tension. But Eddie, instead of laughing it off, looked at you. He wasnā€™t sure why, but he couldnā€™t pull his eyes away. His heart was racing, and the playful comment had hit a little too close to home.
You looked back at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Well, Sir Andor?" you teased, breaking the silence.
Eddie chuckled, but there was something different in his laugh nowā€”something real. "I think Sir Andor... owes you more than just a kiss."
The rest of the game played out smoothly, but the dynamic between you and Eddie had changed. What had started as a game had turned into something far more personal. By the end of the night, as the other players packed up their things and said their goodbyes, you lingered behind, waiting for Eddie.
"I had fun tonight," you said softly, your voice carrying more meaning than just the game.
"Yeah? Even though you got thrown into the deep end?" Eddie asked, trying to sound casual, but his nerves were betraying him.
You shrugged. "I think I did alright. Plus, I had a good teacher."
Eddie smiled, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes now. He wasnā€™t sure if it was the game, the way youā€™d thrown yourself into the character, or the fact that youā€™d stayed after everyone else had leftā€”but something had shifted. He wasnā€™t just crushing on you from a distance anymore. There was a real connection here, something deeper.
"I, uh..." Eddie started, his voice faltering. He wasnā€™t sure how to say what was on his mind, so he just blurted it out. "Iā€™ve kinda liked you for a while, you know."
Your eyes widened slightly, but instead of pulling away, you stepped closer to him. "I know," you said quietly.
Eddie blinked, surprised. "You do?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Iā€™ve noticed. And... I kinda like you too."
Eddieā€™s heart skipped a beat, the world around him fading into the background. For a moment, he didnā€™t know what to say. He wasnā€™t used to feeling this vulnerable, this exposed. But at the same time, it felt right.
"I, uh... I donā€™t know how to do this," Eddie admitted, his voice softer now. "Iā€™m not exactly the guy who gets the girl, you know?"
You reached out and took his hand, your touch grounding him. "You donā€™t have to be perfect, Eddie. I donā€™t want perfect. I just want someone who sees me, whoā€™s willing to stick around even when things get messy."
Eddie looked at you, his heart swelling with something he hadnā€™t felt in a long timeā€”hope. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you said, stepping even closer. "I want someone who can love the parts of me that arenā€™t always easy."
Eddie swallowed hard, his eyes searching yours. He couldnā€™t believe what he was hearing. It was like you were speaking the words heā€™d always longed to hear but had never dared to hope for.
For a moment, there was nothing but the two of you, standing there in the dimly lit room, the echoes of your words hanging in the air. And then, without thinking, Eddie leaned in and kissed youā€”not in the way Sir Andor would have kissed your character in the game, but in a way that was real and raw, like it was the first time heā€™d ever truly let himself feel this way.
When he pulled back, his heart was pounding, and he could barely catch his breath. "So... does this mean youā€™re coming back to Hellfire next week?" he asked with a teasing grin.
You laughed softly, still holding his hand. "Yeah. I think Iā€™ll stick around."
And just like that, everything changed for Eddie Munson.
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oddie-odette Ā· 3 days ago
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I've never written fanfic in my life.
That's a lie but I never post shit so
I made a thing for Arcane season 2 and my growing love for Sevika will never endšŸ’œ
There is some use of y/n I apologize if cringe but Iā€™m not the smartest.
Story is under the cut! šŸ«¶
ā€œShh! Keep it down! I swear to godā€¦ā€
ā€œOoh! What does this do-?ā€ CLATTER!!!
ā€œOi! What did I just say?!-ā€œ
ā€œAnd what brings you home so late, my dear?ā€ The light of a warm lamp flicks on and Sevika, Jinx and Isha flinch at it. There you were, sitting there in your robe and pajamas on the couch, arms crossed. It was a shock to see not only your girlfriend walk through the door after 2 weeks being gone but nowā€¦ Jinx and some mysterious child?
ā€œShit- what are you doing here-?ā€ Sevika grumbles as she walks further into the house while ushering Jinx, who was carrying Isha, inside.
ā€œThe real question is what were you not doing here? Where the fuck have you been?ā€ You snap back at her before looking at the gold eyes of the young child in the room. ā€œPardon my language.ā€ You mumbled as I stood from the couch and walked over to Jinx.
ā€œHi y/nā€¦ā€ Jinx greeted, her voice soft but it cracked a little. They all much better tired, especially Sevika if sheā€™s just planning on crashing at home with these two. You nod towards the adorable child that Jinx is holding with a questioning look. ā€œUh- this is Isha. Sheā€™s been following me around..ā€
You perk up at her words, little surprised that the child would even want to be around Jinx much less, Sevika. ā€œWell youā€™ve come to the right place at this point.ā€ You look back up to Sevika and frown, still made of her absence for 2 weeks. You know sheā€™s been busy but the on and off of leaving and not knowing when sheā€™d come back wasā€¦ tiring.
There was a long drag in the air until the microwave dinged and lingered softly before you take a deep breath.
ā€œSo, whoā€™s hungry?ā€ You ask with a warm smile and offering hands.
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ā€œThis is so good! Iā€™ve missed food!ā€ You hear Jinx whine and playfully cry out about the food while shoving it into her mouth. Isha was only copying what she was seeing from Jinx and shoveled food into her mouth as well. They both sit at the two seated round table while you and Sevika have a long chat about what exactly has been happening.
ā€œYouā€¦ canā€™t be serious..ā€ you grumble as you place down the take out food on the counter and rub the bridge of your nose. You knew Sevika was deep into trouble with topside butā€¦ you didnā€™t think sheā€™d fight with their little special team of enforcers, directly. You lean your weight on the counter and shake your head trying to take this all in.
ā€œIā€™m still pissed at you.ā€ You mumble before you feel a sour little smile break on your face. Sevika lets out a heavy sigh and places down her food as well.
ā€œI know itā€™s notā€¦ ideal. But this is what weā€™re working with now.ā€ Sevika said softly as she took a step closer and slowly cupped your face. At first you wanted to angrily pull away from her touch but then you lean into it. Youā€™ve missed it. Her large, rough hand always so warm. It made you feel safe.
You suddenly wonder about her other arm and you look down at it. Itā€™s currently being covered by her red poncho but you can see the childish blue and pink paint covering it. You chuckle softly and you can feel Sevika laugh softly and roll her eyes at the fact her new arm wasā€¦ quite something.
This tender moment was spoken through just the mind. Between you two, a million words were said at once through one look butā€¦ it was more than enough communication from both of you. Sevika slowly places her lips on the top of your head and held you close. You sigh and finally relax in her presence. Sheā€™s finally home.
Suddenly you feel a small tug on your pants and you look down to see Isha with her empty bowl and pleading big eyes. Your heart melts at the sight and assume she was asking for more food. Poor girl must be starving still. Sevika backs up from you without a word, picks up her bowl and makes her way to the table. Probably to talk to Jinx for a bit.
ā€œYou want more?ā€ You ask softly as you take the empty bowl with gentle hands. Isha nods immediately and so much that she almost looks like a bobble head. You laugh and pat her head before turning to the take out food packaging and poured some more into her bowl. You placed it into the microwave and started it. Isha tried to jump up on the counter to peer up into the microwave, she probably never has seen one. You chuckle and shake your head at the energetic child before scooping her up easily and holding her firmly on your hip. You turn on the light inside the microwave and you just watched Ishaā€™s eyes glimmer as she followed the plate spinning aroundā€¦ and aroundā€¦
Sevika was secretly watching the interaction and felt something in her slowly bloom. Seeing you like thatā€¦ so warm and inviting for kids. Itā€™s not something she really touch upon in recent days butā€¦ itā€™s not impossible to think about now. She felt Jinx nudge her and smirk.
ā€œSoā€¦ you think about marrying her?ā€ Jinx cracked up at her with a grin and Sevika swears that she almost choked.
ā€œW-what?ā€ She sputters in disbelief but she heard the words from Jinxā€™s mouth. Sheā€™s not stupid and neither is Jinx. Sure Sevika thought about it. A nice spring dayā€¦ far away from Zaun, you in that crisp white dress that complimented your skin so beautifully. Soft air around with flowers and sunlightā€¦ Sevika dreams about it. But only one could dream.
ā€œYou donā€™t have to talk about it for me to know. Iā€™m not blind.ā€ Jinx said in a snarky remark but in the inside she meant well. Sevika grunted quietly in reply before looking back to you and Isha. Now that the food was heated up you were passing it back to her and gently warning her that it was still hot.
Yeahā€¦ Sevika could get used to this.
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heresthestorymorningglory Ā· 18 hours ago
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Boys in Bars
A/N:Ā Hi Babes! :D So uhhā€¦.me again with the never say never....this one's a love I've had for...20 odd years and comes clad in yellow spandex....
Another one that was meant to live in the WIP and has taken on a life of its own...
I didn't tell @ken-dom this one was being shared, so she's probably gonna lose it....Sorry xD love you big much.
Sheā€™s still been mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist much like everything I've written over the last year and a half.
As always, this NSFW 18+ (Not yet but like...it's getting there ok?)
I wasn't gonna share it today, but with the digital DP&W release I felt I should and @coggedcorset aggressively encouraged as they do <3
Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shotsā€¦..so yeah, this will be multiple partsā€¦.Iā€™m just not sure on the final tally yet.
Enjoy my loves! <3Ā 
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You sighed glancing down the length of the bar; Logan sat there, like he did every other night of the week. Silent and unmoving, save for occasionally reaching for the half empty bottle sat on the bar top.Ā 
Usually he minded his own business, and no one else paid him any mindā€¦usuallyā€¦the bar wasnā€™t particularly busy tonight, and you were bored.Ā 
You made your way down the bar on the opposite side, stopping where he sat. He glanced up, his brown eyes meeting yours for a brief second before they dropped again to examine a particularly interesting knick in the polished wood of the bar.Ā 
ā€œYou should eat somethingā€Ā 
ā€œNoā€ he spoke into the bartop and you rolled your eyes
ā€œMmm good, just going to destroy your liver twice as fast tonight, got itā€Ā 
You reached for the near empty bottle and his hand snapped out with lightning speed, the hint of his metal claws poking out between his knuckles; his fingers warm against the back of your handā€¦too warm thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol running through his system.Ā 
ā€œLeave itā€ he nearly growled.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you going to do, cut off my fingers?ā€ you rolled your eyes pulling the bottle out of his reach. ā€œYouā€™re doneā€Ā 
He snorted with a laugh ā€œAm I?ā€ claws retracting back under his skinĀ 
You ignored him, dropping the bottle back in the well ā€œThe spare bed is still made up upstairs if youā€™re interestedā€Ā 
ā€œAre you giving me an option?ā€ he quipped as you walked around the other end of the bar, going to lock the door and flip the sign to ā€˜CLOSEDā€™Ā 
ā€œSure,ā€ you smiled sweetly and he cocked an eyebrow ā€œThe couch is a little small, but I guess curled up on the floor is an option tooā€Ā 
He barked a laugh, louder than necessary, but given how much he had had to drink you were shocked he was coherent at all.Ā 
You flipped off the lights and the bar was cloaked in darkness, moonlight streaming in through the door and windows, giving you enough light to navigate back to where Logan still sat.Ā 
He sat up straighter as you came to stand over his shoulder, but made no move to stand. You wrapped an arm around his torso, draping a muscled arm around your shoulders as you heaved him to his feet; this hadnā€™t been the first time and sadly you didnā€™t think it would be the last either. The two of you had gotten into a bit of a routine since you had started working here regularly. He leaned heavily against your comparatively tiny frame as you grabbed his worn brown leather jacket with your free hand, draping it over your arm as you lead him to the narrow staircase, minding his feet, knowing full well that one stumble in his clunky work boots would send you both crashing to the bar floor and he was significantly harder to pick up from there.Ā 
ā€œI swear you only make me do this on nightā€™s I wear heelsā€ you muttered, using the wall to support yourself in the almost too narrow stairwell as you pulled him up with you.
ā€œI can walkā€ he slurredĀ 
Despite his declaration, his weight leaned heavier against you and as if to prove your point, he misjudged the next step, toe catching on the lip of the step, sending him careening forward, forcing you to catch yourself against the wall, fingernails digging into the flesh of his hip to keep him from smashing his perfectly straight teeth on the stairs.Ā 
He grunted, catching himself on the wall on the other side without much success and you sighed as he righted himself.Ā 
ā€œYou were saying?ā€Ā 
ā€œShut upā€ he muttered as you reached the landing, wrenching the heavy wood door open that led to your tiny apartment.Ā 
ā€œYou should really fix thatā€ he mumbled as you dragged him into the dark room before flipping on the light and kicking the door closed with your foot
ā€œIā€™ll get right on itā€ you sighed, finally letting go of the grip youā€™d had around his waist, causing him to stumble slightly as you reached to pull your heels off. ā€œYou know where your bed isā€ you yawned, draping his jacket over the nearest chair.
ā€œMy bed?ā€ he repeated to the back of your head as you made your way to the bathroom.Ā 
You turned only enough to look over your shoulder at him standing on surprisingly steady feet, the first three or four buttons of his plaid shirt undone and you had to force yourself to meet his eye.Ā 
Heā€™s drunk the little voice in the back of your mind whispered It would be unethicalĀ 
You snorted at your own inner monologue before answering him ā€œWell, no one else spends as many nights hereā€Ā 
This seemed to be answer enough for him as he sat with a heavy thump on the couch, bending to untie his boots before kicking them off, leaving them haphazardly strewn on the living room floor.Ā 
You made your way down to the bathroom, closing the door most of the way behind you as you ran the hot water to wash your face and change.Ā 
When you reemerged, youĀ  found Logan sitting on the edge of the spare bed, leaned against the headboard, snoring softly.Ā 
You giggled softly and seriously considered leaving him there, but thought better of it.Ā 
ā€œLogan,ā€ you whispered, touching his arm gently, careful to keep clear of his hands. Nearly being impaled once when you startled him awake the first time he had spent the night was enough.
He hadnā€™t even stirred at your touch.Ā 
You sighed ā€œAny other night and youā€™d almost take my head offā€ you muttered
You grunted bending to lift his legs up on the bed and he mumbled something in his sleep as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. Pulling the comforter up around his shoulders you turned off the small lamp next to the bed, nearly jumping out of your skin hearing a slurred ā€œThanksā€ from where he laid.
ā€œJust donā€™t puke on my bedā€Ā 
You heard him scoff with a laugh as you made your way to your own bed, drifting off to sleep almost as quickly as he had.Ā 
***
You turned over in your sleep with a heavy sigh through your nose; a heaviness pressing on your mid-section. You blinked sleep from your eyes as you took a deep breath as you turned over, you jumped slightly when your nose nearly brushed against Loganā€™s as he slept.Ā 
Your shoulders sagged as you sighed a second time, his arm still heavy across your middle as you studied his face in the dark. His face was weatheredā€¦not that you blamed him, you knew heā€™d been through the ringer before he ever graced a stool at the bar. Some he talked about, most he didnā€™tā€¦you assumed. He was handsome still though, ruggedly so. You watched as his forehead creased with worry; he was dreaming.Ā 
He dreamt a lot, or more accurately had nightmares a lot. You wondered if he thought the drinking helped; they seemed to be worse on the nightā€™s he drank heavierā€¦you had tried pointing that out once and nearly lost a limb because of it. Logan wasnā€™t the mostā€¦level headed man; although you could say with absolute certainty that he wouldnā€™t ever hurt youā€¦anymore.
You turned over to the best of your ability, still trapped under the dead weight of his arm. He hadnā€™t even noticed, just carried on mumbling incoherently in his sleep, jerking slightly. You reached with a hand to brush your thumb gently across his cheek and his features softened instantly as he relaxed under your touch.Ā 
ā€œShhhā€ you cooed, feeling his fingers twitch slightly against the small of your back ā€œItā€™s okay, youā€™re safeā€ you whispered, his arm instinctively squeezing tighter, pulling you closer.Ā 
It was that exact moment that it occurred to youĀ  that Logan was no longer wearing a shirtā€¦.or pantsā€¦
You pressed your lips together in a hard line, wanting nothing more than to shake him awake and immediately demand an explanation, but you didnā€™t. This hadn't been the first time you had woken up with Logan next to youā€¦. although it was a first for him to be sparsely clothed.Ā 
Instead, and in spite of yourself, you settled more comfortably against him, tucking your head under his chin and closed your eyes, letting the heat radiating from him lull you back to sleep.
***
The sun streamed in through the window far too early, and you cursed yourself for not remembering to close the curtains the night before.Ā 
You tried to roll over on your back and were met with a wall of resistance. Very warm resistance.Ā 
You shifted with a scoff, reaching to shove him.Ā 
ā€œGod, get off me, you're so hotā€ you whined, trying in vain to move away.Ā 
A grunt of response over your shoulder as Logan stirred awake. ā€œFuckā€ he growled, shielding his eyes from the light against your shoulder.Ā 
ā€œThat's what you get for drinking half the barā€ you quipped, immediately gasping with surprise as his teeth found purchase in that same shoulder and you twisted away, turning to face him.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t bite me you weirdoā€Ā 
He smirked sleepily with a shrug ā€œDidn't seem to mind it much last timeā€
ā€œLast time doesn't countā€ you muttered and he snorted with a laugh
ā€œJust because you say it doesn't count doesn't mean it didn't happenā€
ā€œShut upā€ you snapped, attempting to pull yourself up out of bed, and failing; Logan's strong arm keeping you pinned against his chest. ā€œYou were drunkā€Ā 
ā€œIf memory serves, so were youā€ he whisperedĀ 
ā€œYeah well,ā€ you shrugged against him ā€œThatā€™s the thing about memories isnā€™t it?ā€Ā 
He sighed against your neck, his warm breath causing your skin to ripple with goosebumps
You closed your eyes and sighed as his fingertips toyed lazily with the fabric of your t-shirt ā€œLoganā€ you breathed and he hummed questioningly against the hollow behind your ear
ā€œDonā€™t,ā€ you sighed heavily ā€œW-we canā€™tā€Ā 
Another hum as you turned your head and the tip of his nose dragged along the line of your jaw.
ā€œLoganā€¦ā€ you repeated; noses nearly touching at this pointĀ 
ā€œWhy not?ā€ he whispered, lips brushing against yours as he spokeĀ 
You could feel your whole body flush with heat as you swallowed hard; mustering up enough willpower to push him back gently by the shoulders; his brown eyes searching your face.Ā 
ā€œBecause we said we wouldnā€™t, remember?ā€ your voice was soft, but the words were shaky, you were on the verge of cracking and you had no doubt he knew it. You needed to move, needed to get out from under the delicious weight of his torso, needed to put space between youā€¦.
You cleared your throat and wriggled out from under his arm, throwing the blanket back as you clumsily got to your feet.Ā 
ā€œCā€™mon,ā€ he coaxed, propped on an arm ā€œWeā€™re both adultsā€Ā 
ā€œYes, exactlyā€ you nodded in agreement as you turned away, pushing your hair back off your face ā€œAdults who make informed sober decisionsā€Ā 
ā€œI prefer your drunken decisionsā€Ā 
ā€œYou wouldā€ you scoffed ā€œGet out of my bedā€
ā€œThatā€™s not what you said last-ā€
ā€œWill you shut up about last time?!ā€Ā  You snapped
ā€œYouā€™re bitchy in the morningā€ he mumbled climbing out of the bed on the other side.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s rich coming from youā€ you rolled your eyes in spite of facing away from him as you pulled on a pair of jeans from the night before.
You came around the end of the bed, pushing around him as you pulled open the drawer to your dresser, digging for a clean shirt before looking up at him ā€œTurn aroundā€Ā 
He scrunched his nose slightly ā€œWhy?ā€
ā€œWhat do you think this is, a peep show?ā€Ā 
ā€œNothing I havenā€™t seen beforeā€Ā 
ā€œOh my godā€ you rolled your eyes again and Logan just shrugged
ā€œWell it isnā€™tā€Ā 
You sighed, not really having time to argue, you pulled your t-shirt over your head, dropping it on the floor at your feet. You looked up at Logan and he wasnā€™t looking back, you had been ready to give him shit until you noticed his eyes were fixed on your collarbone, and the ugly scar that disappeared under your bra strap. You pulled the clean shirt on, the scar covered underneathā€¦at least most of the way; half an inch or so still poked out from under the deep v of your shirt. Loganā€™s eyes hadnā€™t moved.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s fineā€ you spoke softly, snapping him from his thoughts and he met your eye. His usual grumpy scowl was more of a pout. ā€œItā€™s fineā€ you repeatedĀ 
He just grunted in response and you made to move around him to finish getting ready. ā€œEveryone knows I shouldnā€™t be allowed around sharp objectsā€ you joked with a gasp as he grabbed your wrist as you walked by, stopping you from going any further and turning you to face him. He towered over you, the man was unnaturally largeā€¦you often wondered how you managed to haul him up here multiple nights a week by yourself.Ā 
He hadnā€™t pulled you against him, but he stood closeā€¦too close.Ā 
The hand not holding your wrist slowly reached to push back the collar of your shirt, exposing more of your scar. Your free hand reached to close over his, keeping it in place.Ā 
The room was quiet for a beat before you spoke again, neither of you moved.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s not whyā€ you whispered; you were looking at him, but he was looking at the jagged raised skin across your collarbone.Ā 
You curled your fingers around his hand still resting against your chest. ā€œI figured you would have forgottenā€ your voice still softĀ 
His eyes met yours then, no hint of humor in his features.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s fine,ā€ you smiled gently ā€œI livedā€Ā 
ā€œBarelyā€ he finally spokeĀ 
ā€œWell thatā€™s what I get for trying to wake Edward Scissorhands from a nightmareā€Ā 
He just glaredĀ 
ā€œCome on grump,ā€ you changed the subject turning toward the door ā€œPut some clothes on, you owe me breakfastā€Ā 
ā€œOwe you?ā€ he repeated, letting you walk awayĀ 
ā€œYeah,ā€ you nodded, turning to look over your shoulder as you stood in the doorway ā€œAnd I know most places have a pretty lax dress code, but I donā€™t think yellow boxer briefs are gonna cut itā€Ā 
***
Despite having gone your separate ways after breakfast, Logan found his way back to his favourite bar stool by nine thirty. You watched him reach over the bar top and grab the bowl of peanuts you kept tucked underneath for when he inevitably showed his face. He had changed, you noticed, swapping the red flannel heā€™d had on this morning for a blue one.Ā 
You handed the guy across from you his change as he blatantly looked down the front of your top and you fought the urge to deck him as he dropped a twenty on the bartop.Ā 
ā€œSo..uh,ā€ he started and you would bet it took every ounce of strength he had in him to meet your gaze ā€œWhat time do you get off?ā€Ā 
You laughed lightly taking the money off the bar and shook your head ā€œNo thanksā€Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€ he pressed, ā€œYou got like a boyfriend or something?ā€Ā 
ā€œOr somethingā€ you smiled politelyĀ 
ā€œWell heā€™s not here is he?ā€ the guy tried againĀ 
ā€œWell,ā€ you shrugged, scrunching your nose and glanced down the bar before looking back to him.Ā 
ā€œThat guy?ā€ his face twisting in disapproval as he looked down the bar at Logan who was finishing off his first round of peanuts. ā€œYou know who that is donā€™t you?ā€Ā 
You raised your eyebrows, straightening your stanceĀ 
ā€œHe-ā€
ā€œYou can leave nowā€ you cut him off ā€œThank youā€Ā 
ā€œBut-ā€ he looked from you down to Logan and back at youĀ 
ā€œWhat can I say,ā€ you smiled ā€œI like ā€˜em sloppyā€Ā 
The guy opened his mouth to say something more and thought better of it, closing it again.Ā 
ā€œWise choiceā€ you rolled your eyes before turning on your heel and making your way down to the end of the bar where Logan sat.Ā 
ā€œFancy meeting you hereā€ you smiled setting his usual glass in front of him and refilling the empty bowlĀ 
He took the glass, nearly draining it before putting it back down ā€œYou changedā€Ā 
You laughed lightly with a shrug, handing him the whiskey bottle. ā€œThis outfit gets me better tipsā€Ā 
He looked up with a raised eyebrow as you gently tossed the twenty youā€™d just been given on the bar in front of him. ā€œDoesnā€™t have pockets though, hold on to that for me, would you?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat do I look like, a bank?ā€ he grumbledĀ 
ā€œNo,ā€ you smirked ā€œBut I owe youā€Ā 
His eyes narrowed again as he studied your face ā€œYouā€™re giving me your tip money?ā€Ā 
ā€œNo,ā€ you said againĀ 
ā€œBut you owe me?ā€ he asked, lines in his forehead deepeningĀ 
You giggled, walking around the bar, intentionally walking too close to where he sat, brushing against his broad shoulder. You knew you were flirting with disaster, but you had started to regret not taking him up on his offer this morningā€¦.against your better judgmentā€¦and getting under Loganā€™s skin was so easy, sober or not.Ā 
ā€œStop itā€ he warnedĀ 
You stopped mid stride, chest purposefully pressed against his shoulder. ā€œWhat?ā€Ā 
He glared and you smirked ā€œYou're so easy to rileā€ you teased, messing up his hairĀ  ā€œI thought it was nothing you haven't seen beforeā€
ā€œYou wanna play this game?ā€ He narrowed his eyesĀ 
ā€œWho's playing?ā€ You leaned to whisper next to his ear.Ā 
He growled and you giggled before walking away to make your rounds.
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jillsandwhichs Ā· 1 day ago
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Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 6 , Beer and Sex
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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller
Summary: You, Joel and Tommy are at an event in Austin that includes being outdoors, drinking & games! Well, long story short, you and Joel end up heading back to his place for some indoor fun
Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends
WC: 3.0k
Type: NSFW
Warnings: No outbreak (AU), Usage of alcohol, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Making out, Breast play, Living room sex, You ride Joel, Unprotected sex, Choking kink, Clit rubbing, Denial of orgasm, doggy style & you ride him
A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you
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You sat back down whilst laughing. Picking your beer back up, you sipped it and put it back down. You haven't drinken in a while, it's nice to finally do it again. You're usually so busy with work that you never have the time or energy to get some alcohol in your system. Your friends Joel and Tommy convinced you to go with them to this event in town though and when you saw there were drinks, you couldn't refuse.
The only reason Joel and Tommy are here is because Maria is hosting this event. She's very big with the city council and hosts events like this from time to time. You don't mind coming. You're actually enjoying yourself. Just a bit ago you were playing darts with Joel and then tether ball with Tommy. You're slightly buzzed too. You can't get full blown drunk though, you need to still drive home.
As you watched some of the younglings run around and play, you felt the weight of the table increase as Joel sat down. It's a muscular man. He weighs a good bit. "Hey." You said in a friendly tone. "Hello." He replied, sipping his tall boy. "You got another one? Shit, don't make me go get another one too, I still have to drive home." You joked, resting your head in your hand. Joel chuckled. "My house is just a few blocks away and I walked here so I ain't even bothered." Joel stated.
That's right, he lives in the suburbs. That's not something you'd expect from a country boy like him. Then again, being country is defined by where you live. "Where did Tommy and Maria go?" "No fuckin' clue," Joel snickered, "Probably fuckin' in the bathroom or something." He teased. You laughed and nodded. "They are newly weds, what can you expect?" You said whilst giggling. Joel nodded. "True that."
Joel was once married, he even had a daughter with the woman. Joel has been single for years now though. Everyone jokes he's out of commission but he just says he's waiting for the right lady. Sarah, his daughter, is almost twelve. She's getting older and cuter by the second. You've met her quite a bit, even babysat her, she's a dear. Joel told you she's with her mother right now, so he's free.
"At least Maria is getting some. It's been a good few months for me." "Months? Try years darlin' and it ain't by choice." You cackled at his words. He isn't wrong. He's celibate from what you've heard. "Sorry Joel, that has to suck." "It sure fuckin' does." He took a shot of his beer. You nodded and sipped off of yours too. The beer was getting warm. Gross. You sighed deeply. "I'm going to go get a new beer, I'll be right back."
You stood up and headed towards the cooler. This cooler was brought by Tommy himself. He decided to provide it for everyone. It's the good stuff too. You bent over and picked up a new one. It was ice cold to the touch. "Hell yeah." You murmured, cracking it open. You're currently wearing a black tank top and short jean shorts. It's hot during the summer, you have to stay cool somehow.
When you turned around, you saw that Joel's eyes were on you. He looked like he was trying to play it off as if he wasn't just checking you out but he totally was. You can't lie, you've checked him out too. Those big muscles and that handsome face are a sight for sore eyes. He's a hottie, admittedly. You giggled and sat back down beside him.
"You were totally just checking me out, weren't you?" You said with a laugh, tipping your beer into your mouth and drinking it all while looking into his brown eyes. He snorted and nodded. "You caught me." Oh, so he was? You don't mind. You knew Joel would be there and that did somewhat take part in what you're currently wearing.
You've always thought he was sexy. The day Tommy introduced you to him you though that. That was only two years ago. Your guy's friendship has been great but you're awfully surprised the two of you haven't hooked up yet. You've definitely flirted and hit on one another. You've even went as far as to having him lick salt off of your stomach before taking a shot of tequila and that had you soaked.
It is very surprising.
"But you can't deny you were checkin' me out earlier." Joel whispered to you with a husky voice. You giggled. "Guilty as charged. You've also caught me red handed." This isn't just the beer talking. You totally were. When he was putting the cooler down earlier, you were indeed gawking at his veiny, buff arms. You giggled and bit your lip while looking up at him. "How drunk are you?" You asked him. "Not drunk enough." You rolled your eyes at his words.
You looked around the area. You still have no clue where Tommy and Maria are. "I'll shoot him a text. Let's get out of here." He whispered to you. You scoffed and breathed in deeply. "Alright." You giggled. He got off of the picnic table and took your hand in his, helping you out of the table as well. You smiled at him. Your guy's hands stayed interlocked. Is this actually going to happen? Are you going to fuck Joel Miller? After all this time?
"My house ain't too far from here." Joel said to you in a deep voice. "I know." You smiled, walking alongside him. You don't feel drunk. You do feel buzzed. It isn't anything you can't handle. You're a heavy weight. It takes you time to really hit the drunk point. The trees around you and Joel brought you two shade, but you're already too hot, in more ways than one. He looked down at you and chuckled. "I can't wait to fuck you." He admitted. You huffed out. "Good." You bit your lip to hold back a big grin.
You glanced over your shoulder. You hope no one will wonder where you two are. You'd rather keep this between you and Joel for now. "Will we come back once we're done?" "We'll have to, I left my goddamn brother back there." You laughed loudly. "That is true... He'll be fine, right?" "He's a grown man, he's fine. Like I said darlin', I'll text him." You nodded. You just don't want them to come looking for the two of you.
You'd rather not be in the middle of getting fucked when Tommy and Maria show up.
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As Joel opened his front door and locked it behind him, he chuckled and grabbed you, smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back. His messy beard scraped against your face. "Mmph." You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He picked you up into his arms like you were a feather. You giggled and continued to kiss him. His hands were on your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he took you two to the living room area.
"Baby?" "Hmm?" "Bedroom or living room?" You snorted at his question. At least you get a say in this. You thought for a moment. "Let's keep it fun-living room." "Glady." Joel smirked, kissing you again but this time, his tongue found it's way into your mouth. You didn't mind. It made you even more horny. Your guy's tongues fought for dominance. You wanted to explore every crevice of his mouth. You moaned loudly as he sat you down on him. You could feel his erection through his stained work jeans.
You giggled and kissed him before reaching your hands down to the end of your tank top and pulling it off. Joel just stared in admiration. He thinks you're gorgeous. "Look at you," He purred, "You're beautiful." He whispered. You grinned. "You're handsome, and so sexy." You spoke seductively before licking his lower lip and kissing him again. His hands went to your tits, he squeezed them gently. Joel is more of an ass guy though.
After making out for a little bit, Joel finally pulled away to take deep breaths. "I'm fuckin' twitchin'." He sighed deeply, looking down at his bulge. You think that's the sexist thing ever. You love when a man is vocal about how he feels or what you're doing to him. "I'm so wet for you, wanna feel?" You whispered against his ear. Joel's breath shuttered. "Badly." And his hands went to your shorts, undoing them and helping you out of them as well.
Stepping out of your shorts, you climbed back into Joel's lap and sighed. "Feel." You whispered, kissing his neck and jawline. Joel brought his finger down to your core and pulled your panties to the side. As he dipped his fingers through your folds, he let out a low groan. "So fuckin' wet, just for me, hm?" He whispered, nibbling on your jawline. You giggled. "Just for you." This surely isn't the first time you've gotten wet thinking about Mr. Joel Miller.
Joel swiped his fingers through your folds, picking up all of your juicy wetness. You continued to kiss him. He seemed desperate, like a wild animal. He's hungry for you. You bit his lower lip and once again swiped your tongue along his. You moaned so quietly, it was more of a whimper.
He pulled his finger away and grunted. "Need to feel you from the inside." He murmured as he pulled his cock out of his jeans. Oh yeah, he's big. You're excited. It's been so long, especially for him. You hope you're as good as he'll be to you. Grabbing his member, you yourself pulled your white panties to the side before you then sat down on his dick. Both of you made sensual noises as your folds and cunt enveloped him. He was already so deep inside of you. It feels so good.
"How's that?" You chuckled, your arms around his neck. He snickered and gripped your ass tightly, landing a smack onto it which caused you to jolt slightly. "You feel so good. Now fuckin' ride me." He began to squeeze and slap your ass and you started to ride him. You went slow at first. Your movements were just simple grinds back and forth but you'd occasionally lift your ass up and back down, literally bouncing on his cock.
You wanted to savour this. You haven't felt this good in awhile. Having sex with Joel tonight was not on your agenda of plans but seriously, it is a welcomed surprise. He feels amazing. He knows what he's doing too. Each time he pinches your ass cheeks or spanks you playfully, it either makes you moan or kiss him even harder and more passionately.
Now, Joel is holding your hips. You began to ride him faster too. His dick is so deep inside of you, you can hardly believe it. "I've wanted this for a long time." You moaned out, looking him in the eyes. His eyes got darker and even more full of lust. "Me too babygirl, me too." He then swatted your ass again before going back to squeezing your hips. You're sure you'll have red marks all over your cheeks by later in the evening.
Bouncing on him, each thrust was just a mark bringing you closer to your climax. His member is deep inside of you and is shoving itself against your tight walls with each movement. "Yes baby." He groaned, kissing and licking your neck. He thinks you smell amazing. You did put on your perfume before going to the event. You're glad it's doing it's job.
"Babygirl, turn around, cowgirl, y'know?" You giggled at his words. "Yes sir." You teased and lifted yourself off of him slightly to turn around. You were surprised he asked you to switch positions, but you aren't complaining. You pushed yourself down onto his dick again and you both made whimpering noises. He seems to be feeling good. That's all you want. It's been years for him, you better make it good.
Once you got comfortable, you moaned loudly as he started to thrust up into you. "Joel!" You practically screamed, tossing your head back against his broad shoulder. He cackled and kissed your neck, leaving numerous bites and hickies onto it too. How are you supposed to go into work on Monday? You're sure these'll last a few days, hopefully not. "Need to make sure I still got it." Joel grunted, now he is the one fucking you and man, it's heaven.
Joel noticed your head was still tilted back against his shoulder. He smirked. He brought his left hand up to your neck and held it, choking you now. You moaned and turned your head slightly, kissing his messy hair and giggling. "You're so deep inside of me." You panted. "Yea? You're takin' it so fuckin' well too baby." Joel replied, kissing your cheeks numerous times, making you smile and chuckle.
His free hand, his right one, was one your lower stomach, holding you in place. You wanted to look down to see him moving inside of you, but you couldn't. With his hand on your neck, there's not much you can do with your head. You aren't complaining. You think it's hot to be choked. He does it so well too. "Been thinkin' about fuckin' you for awhile now," He whispered against your ear. His breath was warm. "You feel better than I ever could've imagined." That made you whimper in pleasure.
You felt his right hand slither down from your waist and to your clit. You whimpered. "Oh God!" You whined out as he began to rub your clit fast and with pressure. It felt so good. He works well with his fingers. He continued to thrust up into you, which made the experience a million times better. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered to him. "No baby, not yet, hold it in." What!? How are you supposed to just hold it in? "What?" "You heard me babydoll." He licked behind your ear and bit on your lobe. "Do not cum yet." He sternly stated.
"How?" "Just do it."
How are you supposed to hold back your orgasm? No hookup has ever asked you to hold it back. Actually, they need you to cum quickly or else they'll finish before you. You whimpered and bit your lip. No, you're going to cum. "I can't," You panted, "I just can't." Joel didn't respond. "Joel!" You moaned out, reaching your hand behind his head and tugging on his hair. He grunted and bit down on your neck.
"Cum for me."
That was it. You moaned softly as you coated his cock in your fluids. You let go of his hair. Shaking in his lap, Joel continued to rub your clit until you came down from your high. It overstimed you even. "Holy Christ." You moaned. You went to turn your head to kiss him but he lifted you up and chuckled. "I still haven't finished." He then pushed you down onto the couch, doggy style, and began to pound into you.
You moaned loudly and gripped the couch beneath you. Your knuckles even went white. He moved so skillfully inside of you. Each pump was one of excellence. "Wish I could cum inside of you." He whispered, running his hands up and down your back before he ultimately rested them on your rear. Joel gripped your ass, squeezing it tightly before leaving multiple slaps onto it, all of which made your moan or squeal.
With just a couple more thrusts, Joel finished. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself. He finished all over your ass and lower back. "Fuck sakes." Joel groaned, caressing your ass as he came. You pushed your ass against his manhood and giggled. He spanked you again and snickered. "One sec." He leaned over and grabbed a random wipe, cleaning your ass and back off. He tossed the rag to the other side of the living room and you chuckled.
Joel heaved deeply and lifted you up by your waist and pulled you back into his lap. You were basically completely naked, only in panties whereas he was fully dressed. So unfair. "Was it good?" You asked him, resting your head against the arm of the couch. He glanced down at you, still breathing heavily. "You're a funny girl." He leaned down and kissed you softly. "It was fuckin' glorious." He then nibbed on your jawline, making you giggle cutely.
You hummed and looked up at him. "You're the only man whose ever denied me of finishing, by the way." You snorted. "That's because you've only done slept with boys who finish too quickly. I think it's sexy to see a woman be restricted of her pleasure." You giggled at his words. "It felt better." "That's the point babydoll." He caressed your cheek and you brought yourself closer to his face, kissing him gently.
He breathed in deeply and cupped your face firmly, holding you in place. "Don't convince me to fuck you again." He said with a smile against your lips. "If you can't handle it..." You bit your lip. You acted like you were about to get off of his lap and you suddenly squealed as he tossed you back onto the couch and put you in missionary. Your legs went over his shoulders and you smiled.
"Oh I think I can handle it."
That was where the next of many rounds began.
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Hi my love! I absolutely love the stuff you write for Nanami! I was hoping that you could write something (any length you wantā¤ļø) about the reader give him a handmade gift? I love making stuff for my loved ones and would love to see how you think heā€™d react to a hand made gift
āˆ˜ a/n: hi love! thank you for this adorable request i hope you enjoy <3
āˆ˜ ft: nanami
āˆ˜ includes: nanami on his birthday!!
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The savory aroma of spices filled the air, weaving all throughout your house. One of your favorite traditions for Nanamiā€™s birthday is to cook him dinner. Although you sadly couldnā€™t get him to call out of work for just this one day, you knew that he would be home just in time to enjoy dinner with you on his special day. After years of being together, you continue to try to top all of his birthdays after the last. Heā€™s one of those people who chooses not to make too big of a fuss over them, claiming ā€œit's just another day.ā€
To you, Nanamiā€™s birthday is your favorite holiday. A day where you get to celebrate him in every way you know how. It always starts off as soon as he opens his eyes, showering him in kisses, low groans leaving his body as he slowly begins to wake. You know youā€™re not actually bothering him, but he would never admit to you how much he enjoys being woken up like that. You already had coffee made for him, knowing that he wouldnā€™t be able to stay with you long before work. Walking him to the door, he gave you one last kiss on the forehead before heading out.
Now, you can hear his keys jingling in the door, excitement immediately rushing throughout your body as you finish plating his food. Itā€™s not long before you hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen, a tired looking Nanami walking through. Without a word exchanged, he opens his arms, a clear sign of what heā€™s craving. You move towards him, instantly melting in his arms as he wraps himself around you. A tired sigh leaves his lips, hands rubbing your back as he physically relaxes against you.Ā 
ā€œI missed you so much, my love.ā€ Nanami whispered. You look up at him, watching as his eyes tell you so much without him having to say a word. You could tell his day has been hard on him, as they mostly always were. He places a soft kiss on your lips, making your heart flutter in ways you couldnā€™t describe.Ā 
ā€œI missed you more, honey.ā€ You reply, kissing him on the cheek before pulling away. ā€œI know you must be hungry, come sit down.ā€ You motion to the now finished meal, watching Nanami smile as he takes a seat. ā€œIā€™ll be right back!ā€ You say, quickly walking to your shared bedroom, pulling out his gift. You were very excited when his idea for his birthday gift came to your mind. Trying to think of something that he could use, it wasnā€™t hard to come up with the perfect handmade gift that he would absolutely adore.
Stepping back into the kitchen, you held up a black box decorated with a red ribbon on the top of it. Nanami couldnā€™t help but smirk at your face, seeing the excitement written all over you. Handing it to him, you make your way to your seat next to him, watching in amusement as he tears through the ribbon to get the box open. He takes out a tie decorated with pictures of you and him, all sewed together. You know how much he loves his ties, and being able to make him one littered with happy pictures of the two of you makes it even more special.
ā€œThis was the best gift I couldā€™ve ever asked for.ā€ Nanami looks at you lovingly, taking your hand into his. ā€œSeeing how much effort you put into making this day specialā€¦ā€ he trails off, palm coming up to caress your cheek. ā€œThis means so much to me.ā€Ā 
A warmth spreads through you, feeling his hand on your cheek and the weight of his words. You lean into his touch, savoring the quiet moment between you, letting the dayā€™s efforts and all the love youā€™ve poured into this day settle around you both.
"I'm glad," you whisper, squeezing his hand. ā€œI just wanted you to feel as special as you make me feel every day.ā€
Nanami smiles, a soft, genuine smile that he reserves only for moments like this. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few heartbeats, letting the world outside fall away. Then he clears his throat, looking down at the meal you prepared.
ā€œWell,ā€ he says, a hint of humor glinting in his eyes as he picks up his fork, ā€œI canā€™t let this go to waste, can I?ā€
You laugh, watching him take his first bite, his expression softening as he savors the flavors. Moments like theseā€”his quiet appreciation, the warmth in his gaze, the gentle squeeze of his hand in yoursā€”make you fall in love with him all over again.Ā 
For tonight, it's not just another day. Itā€™s his day.
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HUENINGKAI: ā€œI learned to love myself thanks to MOAā€
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TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview
2024.11.13
He cleared out his favorite hoodies and learned how to handle Cubase with ease. While many things keep on changing, some things are forever constant: the music, the group, and MOA. They are the true passions of HUENINGKAI, whose confident tone reassures us of his commitment to forever.
You cleared out some of your hoodies and stuffed toysā€”what you called your ā€œhorcruxes.ā€ HUENINGKAI: Well, the hoodies were way too small for me anyway. (laughs) I wanted to try out some new styles, too, so I cleared them out. I decided I needed to ditch the hoodies first and try something prettier, including buying some knit sweaters. I also felt I could do away with my old stuffed dolls and replaced them with some new fluffier ones. Itā€™s hard the first time you get rid of stuff, but I found it gets easier after that.
Youā€™ve made a lot of big changes in different areas. Youā€™ve been keeping up with your exercise, even throughout the ACT: PROMISE world tour, forming the TXT Exercise Team and regularly taking ā€œTXDā€ [todayā€™s exercise done] photos. (laughs) HUENINGKAI: I always take TXD shots. I share them in our group chat. I started working out to boost my self-esteem since they say it helps, and it definitely helps keep my mind off things when all you can think about is how tiring it is! (laughs) You canā€™t help but lose weight if you box. Itā€™s the only thing that makes me sweat as much as performing in concert. Thereā€™s someone on staff whoā€™s been doing CrossFit for a long time, so I recently started too. My goal was never to bulk up and get these huge muscles in the first place but to have a slim build with lean muscles, so CrossFit seems like a good fit for me. And MOA, you donā€™t have to worryā€”Iā€™m not going to overdo it. (laughs)
A lot of MOA were surprised the way you threw the guitar during the performance of ā€œGrowing Painā€ on the ACT: PROMISE tour. HUENINGKAI: My image sure underwent a transformation. (laughs) I wanted to show how even someone like me, whoā€™s usually so pure and soft, has some rock star inside him. I looked up different ways of capturing the idea of smashing up the stage. I initially thought about breaking the guitar, but I figured throwing it would be better. That was all I did early on in the tour, but by the time we took it to the US, I experimented a lot, throwing the pick and flipping my bangs back later on. I was happy I got to show off a different side of myself through all that.
Youā€™ve always had a knack for playing instruments and like playing them for fun. How do feel now that your YouTube series HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band is over? HUENINGKAI: I love playing instruments and being in a band, so I was thrilled to be able to make it. Just holding an instrument in my hands makes me feel happy, and actually interacting with and jamming with a band felt like a quintessentially youthful experience. The whole thing was fun to shoot. It never felt like work to me. I approached it like I was going to hang out with a school band.
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What do you think makes being in a band so uniquely appealing? HUENINGKAI: I think it comes down to the eye contact you make while playing together. I think chemistryā€™s the most important part of a band, and when youā€™re looking each other the eye and having a good time together, you feel fully united. I feel like rock has the power to make unforgettable memories for both the band playing and their audience. I heard MOA saying theyā€™re interested in playing in bands now or want to get back into learning an instrument. HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band was a huge motivation for me, and it makes me happy thinking it planted the seeds for some great dreams among MOA. I hope they challenge themselves to pursue whatever they want and achieve their goals, whether thatā€™s playing in a band or something else. Just the act of trying something new takes a lot of courage, and if they build up some experience, they can truly enjoy their youth.
What form did that sense of youthfulness take on when you were making the show? HUENINGKAI: Itā€™s the kind of youthful experience you can only experience during your university years, full of excitement, sorrow, and happiness all mixed together. The song ā€œKitto Zuttoā€ is actually supposed to be about how I felt filming the Yonsei University episode of HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band. I seem to remember working on it between filming episodes two and three. I tried to make the chord progression feel both bright and also have a refreshing, youthful vibe. The very first thing I made was the piano track, but it felt a bit bland, so I turned up the BPM and then it sounded great! The funny thing was that I tried to play at that higher BPM but my fingers couldnā€™t keep up. (laughs) Since it wouldā€™ve been a little bland with just the piano, I felt like itā€™d be nice to have a catchy melody, so I had a guitar riff repeat from the intro onward. Thatā€™s the main highlight of ā€œKitto Zutto.ā€ The drums gradually build up the sound and create a sense of flow.
How do you think it compares to the first song you produced, ā€œDear Sputnikā€? HUENINGKAI: Iā€™ve grown so much since then. When I was working on ā€œDear Sputnik,ā€ I didnā€™t know how to use Cubase, but I used it to make the song this time. It was easy and convenient once I got the hang of it and got better as I used it more and more. Actually, for ā€œDear Sputnik,ā€ I created the basic structure, but I got a lot of help from other people since it was less than two years since I debuted. I really wanted to contribute a greater share after that, and I did contribute significantly more to ā€œKitto Zutto.ā€ Itā€™s the first on a path of hard work towards being able to make a song I can truly call my own.
When you had just debuted and you were on Section TV, you said, ā€œEver since I was a trainee, my one goal has been to make and perform songs that can move people.ā€ To what degree have you achieved your goal? HUENINGKAI: With ā€œDear Sputnik,ā€ 30%ā€”ā€œKitto Zutto,ā€ 60%. Right from when I was first writing ā€œKitto Zutto,ā€ I was thinking about how fun it would be to sing it with MOA in concert. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than when I see MOA enjoying a song I produced. When I performed those songs in concert, I went around in front of the audience on the moving stage and could see MOA up close and personal. They all looked so happy. Iā€™m glad I made these songs that MOA can really get into singing along with and that we can touch their hearts with. I think singing them together gives them their final touches. I want to keep making and performing songs that everyone will love and can make them feel happy when they listen to them.
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In many ways, the past year has been an excellent showcase of how youā€™ve grown musically. You really got people talking when you were on Lee Mujin Service and when you performed ā€œBETELGEUSEā€ on the Nippon TV show THE MUSIC DAY. HUENINGKAI: I got lots of messages from people I know. (laughs) Itā€™s the first time so many people have reached out to me like that. I was grateful but there was something indescribable about it because I feel like Iā€™m still in the process of finding my own voice. Iā€™ve tried singing with something more like rock vocals, and even though I donā€™t have difficulty hitting high notes, Iā€™ve been thinking carefully about how to make them sound even better. Iā€™d like to find vocals that are a little more unique to me. Obviously being a good singer is important, but I feel like sometimes that individuality is even more important.
Youā€™ve always been a kind person, but you seem pretty strict with yourself. HUENINGKAI: Only when I feel like Iā€™ve perfected a skill can I say that Iā€™ve truly made it mine. Iā€™m sort of a worrier so I practice on my own outside normal rehearsal time. Our new single ā€œOver The Moonā€ is hard. (laughs) My feeling is, if you want to dance well during live shows, it starts with singing perfectly before you ever even stand up. And when Iā€™m performing onstage, I just think, Just do it like we practiced. I might just end up making mistakes if I try to go beyond that.
I guess ā€œOver The Moonā€ wouldā€™ve been hard since itā€™s more about making it feel romantic than unfolding a clear sense of progression. HUENINGKAI: Itā€™s not a sad song, but it doesnā€™t exactly feel cheerful either, so I was aiming for a kind of longing middle ground. I start out singing softly to MOA, almost like a whisper, then add in a touch more of that longing in the chorus. I see ā€œOver The Moonā€ as me removing the gravelly vocals from ā€œ0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)ā€ featuring Seori and keeping it light.
When watching ā€œOver The Moon,ā€ it reminded me of ā€œ9 and Three Quarters (Run Away).ā€ HUENINGKAI: Exactly! Itā€™s got the same ear-tapping move on the line ā€œwhisper me my nameā€ as in ā€œ9 and Three Quarters (Run Away),ā€ so I ended up watching our old performances for the first time in a while. My image back with ā€œ9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)ā€ was meant to evoke the excitement of school days, while in ā€œOver The Moon,ā€ I tried to convey something a little more mature, like a university student.
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You also came across as mature the way you led the older members in the 144th episode of TO DO X TXT, ā€œAbandoned Stars,ā€ even though youā€™re the youngest in the group. HUENINGKAI: Thatā€™s probably the most theyā€™ve ever needed me. (laughs) It was scary at first, but I helped them because I felt like they wouldnā€™t even be able to go in if it werenā€™t for me. And anyway, it was less scary the second time around. I guess itā€™s because Iā€™m a levelheaded person. They were clinging to me so desperately I thought my clothes would come off. (laughs) That was a first. But on the inside I was actually kind of glad and thinking about how much they need me.
You also paid YEONJUN a visit when he was shooting the music video for ā€œGGUM.ā€ HUENINGKAI: YEONJUN was the first one of us to do a solo project, and since I wanted to show my support and express my gratitude anyway, I brought some dakgangjeong we could eat together. (laughs) But most of all, I really wanted to learn from him. The stage presence he had as he sang from start to finish all by himself, and watching how naturally he ad-libbed towards the end, was all pretty amazing. (laughs) His solo was a good experience for us, too.
Youā€™ve always emphasized in interviews how you want to be dependable for the rest of the group. What does trustworthiness mean to you? HUENINGKAI: Teamwork. The greater the trust between us, the stronger our group becomes. As a member of a kind of team, itā€™s always my hope that the other members can continuously rely on me. Thatā€™s what being a team is, after all.
And honesty is crucial for mutual trust, of course. In an interview with W Korea, when asked what it takes for a group to last a long time, you said, ā€œTeamwork. Being open with each other about feelings.ā€ HUENINGKAI: I actually never used to talk much about my feelings. I thought things would just work out over time, but now I talk things over with the people Iā€™m close to, like the other members, my family, and the protocol team, no matter what it is. I really listen to their feedback, too. It just feels better that way. But itā€™s not at all easy to open up about what youā€™re feeling inside, of course. You can never just be like that from day one. So I just started slowly, and now Iā€™m more open than I was last year.
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You posted a letter on weverse for the fifth anniversary of your debut, and in it you talked about how youā€™ve always been careful to hide your feelings away because you didnā€™t like to talk about them. What made you decide to open up to MOA? HUENINGKAI: I never wanted to let MOA know when I was having a hard time. I always wanted to show them the good sides only. But the longer we were together, the closer we became, and I realized that also talking about those things was the right way to further develop the relationship. Thatā€™s why I was honest and open in what I wrote on weverse on March 4. I resolved to be more honest and open from then on.
It takes a lot of courage to be open like that. How did you find it in you to find the courage? HUENINGKAI: Itā€™s all thanks to MOAā€™s love. Every time MOA opens up through their fan letters or in person, I can sense their love. The phrase, ā€œmy youth is TOMORROW X TOGETHER,ā€ is beautiful, and hearing, ā€œIā€™ll love you completely for who you are, no matter whatā€”I love you so much,ā€ absolutely fills me with strength. All these people around me were showing me love, but I felt like I didnā€™t love myself. I learned to love myself thanks to MOA.
Itā€™s clear that you have an immense amount of love toward MOA, too, like when you said, ā€œIt may have been hard doing what it took to debut, but I could do it all again 100 times if it meant I could be with MOA.ā€ HUENINGKAI: I wanted to show them just how much I love them. There were a lot of times I felt like giving up before I debuted, but MOA helped me forget all about it. I know what it means to find happiness as an idol thanks to them. I think MOA is whatā€™s made TOMORROW X TOGETHER whole.
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Hii!! Just a thought, would any of the yanderes baby trap a particularly difficult reader?
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!!! GN reader, children (lmao), manipulation, coercion into parenting, delusions, slight threats, impregnation mention (itā€™s not the reader, though), obligatory Tim Drake warning, mentions of possible harm to children.
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Iā€™m assuming you just mean the comic book yanderes. Letā€™s see!
I kept the actual baby-acquisition vague. Could be one or both of yā€™allā€™s biological kid, could be adopted, could be kidnapped. Who knows! I also gave them ratings on how they would be as a father, cuz why not.
Bruce Wayne: Yes. Absolutely. This is Bruce weā€™re talking about. You know, the guy whoā€™s never beating the empty-nester allegations? As long as youā€™re with him, youā€™re bound to end up with a kid one way or another. Whether he set out to baby trap you or ended up with a child by chance, he is for sure going to hold it over your head. This kid is going to have both of their parents in their life, biological or not. Itā€™s like a new kid spawns in the manor every time you get even a little bit rebellious. (7/10 father; still has his issues, but heā€™s learned from his past mistakes.)
Bucky Barnes: Okay, I donā€™t think heā€™d initially see himself as a family man. Just never crossed his mind, given his life as the Winter Solider. If he did end up with a kid, it would definitely be by accident. But when that happens, heā€™ll start to give it a little more thought. The idea of a familyā€¦ it sounds so domestic; so normal. Uh-oh. Instant baby fever. Now he wants even more kids, and heā€™ll acquire them by any means necessary. Doesnā€™t manipulate you with any children, but you may feel obligated to stick around; the Winter Soldier does NOT seem like the type to be good at parenting. (5/10 father; doesnā€™t know what heā€™s doing, but heā€™s at least enthusiastic.)
Clark Kent: This man wants the classic nuclear family life. While he wouldnā€™t set out to baby-trap you, it will inadvertently happen with his desire for children. He wants to be tackled by at least 3 kids every time he comes home! And if heā€™s already had Jon, I can see him making it his mission to find the perfect spouse; thatā€™s how he finds you!! Oh, youā€™re not good with kids? Doesnā€™t matter. This man is delusional as fuck. Itā€™s not like he sees you for who you are, anyway. Keep in mind that heā€™s projecting an idealized version of a spouse onto you. (10/10 father; amazing with kids and is willing to pull your weight when youā€™re being difficult.)
Dick Grayson: If it comes down to it, he will. Any form of manipulation is fair game, and heyā€¦ heā€™s always dreamed of starting a family of his own one day. Even if youā€™re not big on kids, heā€™s willing to play the long game to try and get you to change your mind. And if you never do? Welp. Thatā€™s too bad. Youā€™re still gonna end up with a child somehow (Dickā€™s got plenty of ways to make sure of that). When he finally gets what he wants, heā€™s for sure using the ā€œthink of our kid(s)ā€ card any chance he gets. (9/10 father; heā€™s a family man at heart, and everyone around him thinks it was only a matter of time.)
Hal Jordan: A bit iffy on starting a family. He doesnā€™t hate kids, he just isnā€™t sure if heā€™s ready. However, as soon as he realizes a child in your life could make you more compliant, he quickly starts to sing a different tune. Now heā€™s all for having kids!! Heā€™d be obsessed with the power it gives, every interaction between you two having that subtle warning of, ā€œtry and escape me now.ā€ Papa-Bear Hal is not a force to be reckoned with. You may find yourself not liking the consequences of trying to break up this happy little family. (8/10 father; thereā€™s a bit of a learning curve for him, but heā€™ll eventually fall into the groove of it.)
Jaime Reyes: Nope. The thought of having kids makes him sick to his stomach. He knows thereā€™s something wrong with himā€¦ god only knows what would happen to his kids. The what ifā€™s would drive him insane, easily trumping the possible gains of baby-trapping you. Sure, it might be a bit tempting ā€” and heā€™ll admit, a small part of him wishes he could one day be a father ā€” but not only would he feel extremely guilty, he also knows that itā€™s a bad fucking idea. Hopefully, he can continue to ignore Khaji Daā€™s own thoughts on the matter. It doesnā€™t matter how important ā€œcontinuing the Reyes legacyā€ is, heā€™s not taking that risk. (6/10 father; despite his fits of spiraling paranoia, he needs to give himself a little more credit).
Peter Parker: Honestly, itā€™s a toss up. Heā€™s got his concerns with being a father, but thinking about it makes him all giddy inside. I think this would be another case of accidental baby-trapping. He didnā€™t set out to do it, but heyā€¦ if it works, it works. Any ā€œbut what about our kid(s)ā€ that he throws at you is by no means intentional manipulation; heā€™s just genuinely worried what would happen if you left. Then again, I can also see him slightly doing it. As soon as he realizes it works, heā€™ll keep it in mind. A thing heā€™ll tuck away for later and only use when absolutely needed. (9/10 father; loves his kid(s) and would do anything for them).
Remy LeBeau: Yeah, probably. As long as heā€™s in a position where he can have a kid or two, heā€™ll go for it. Remy secretly longs for a family (though heā€™ll never admit it), and if starting one means earning your compliance? Well, shitā€¦ thatā€™s just killing two birds with one stone! But again, this depends on if heā€™s in a position where kids are viable. Should he still have some unfinished business to attend to, heā€™s not gonna be dumb enough to have kids. Growing up in the Thieves Guild taught him a thing or two about why thatā€™s a bad idea. Otherwise, you are not immune to a sudden baby-acquisition by yours truly. (7/10 father; he gives chill baby daddy vibes who tries his best to be there for his kids.)
Scott Summers: Oh, yeah. Itā€™s guaranteed to happen. This man is committed to having a semi-normal life, no matter how unrealistic that may seem. He wants a family. He wants you to be obedient. He wants a sense of normalcy, goddamnit. Yā€™all are having a kid whether you want one or not. And he leans heavily towards having a biological kid. If you donā€™t have the means to get pregnant ā€” or fight tooth and nail against the idea ā€” heā€™s 100% impregnating someone else and stealing their baby. Yes, itā€™s a crazy idea. Yes, heā€™s willing to go that far. Donā€™t test him. Heā€™ll yell and shout at you about how you need to be there for this fucking kid, even if itā€™s not yours. Itā€™s in your best interest if you comply. (6/10 father; heā€™s chronically fighting against the absent father allegations and MIGHT be winningā€¦ results are still pending.)
Steve Roger: Poor guy wants to settle down so bad. Yes, heā€™d baby-trap you, but I can see him feeling guilty for it. He knows itā€™s wrong, and it would especially weigh down on him if you didnā€™t even want kids in the first place. But he wants a family so bad. He canā€™t help it!! And as big of a piece of shit he may feel afterwards, heā€™ll do whatā€™s necessary to make you behave. You need to be here for your kids! If a little bit of manipulation makes you stay, then so be it. Heā€™s surprisingly good at guilt-tripping, making a good case with the image he has to uphold as Captain America. What would people think if they learned he was a single father? What assumptions would they make about you if you left him? Society might not be all that kind to you. Itā€™s best to just stay. (8/10 father; can get a little busy, but heā€™s definitely there when it matters the most.)
Tim Drake: Not a fan of kids. There might be a chance of him coming up with a baby-trapping scheme during one of his weird fits, but letā€™s hope he snaps out of it before itā€™s too late. Do NOT let bro be a father. On the off-chance that he does acquire a kidā€¦ pray. And I mean PRAY. His version of baby-trapping ranges from ā€œbut this kid needs youā€ to ā€œI will fucking kill this kid if you leave.ā€ A situation like this means you have to familiarize yourself with Timā€™s mood swings. Be compliant at first, then when he starts to second-guess himself, try to gently coax him into giving this child a better home. Hopefully, that poor kid will survive everything unscathed. Tim wouldnā€™t know what to do with himself if something bad happened to them. (0/10 father; heā€™d actually do an alright job when heā€™s mentally stable, but I think everyone ā€” including Tim himself ā€” would agree that heā€™d do more harm than good raising a kid.)
Wally West: Yup. No hesitation. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he will get to scheming immediately. His goal would be to make it seem like a natural evolution, even if youā€™re not keen on the idea of kids. Wally is such a master at masking his manipulation, to the point where itā€™s unclear if heā€™s actually baby-trapping you or not, and by the time youā€™ve realize itā€¦ welpā€¦ too late. Arguing with him is absolutely frustrating, cuz Wally West does not argue; he smooth talks until makes you feel like an idiot. Wanna know how cruel he is? Those kids will grow up to be accomplices in his manipulation, whether they know it or not. No one can put a stop to his fuckery. (9/10 parent; turns out to be a phenomenal father, I just have to take a point off simply because raising your kids to be just as manipulative as him probably isnā€™t good.)
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Operation 141: The Family Business
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FT: TF141 x gn!reader - Mafia AU
Warnings: mafia themes, please let me know if anything else should be here!šŸ™
A/N: In a world marked by chaos, HQ stood as a fortress of new beginnings. Here, amidst laughter and shared purpose, you found more than just shelter; you discovered a family in the 141 Mafia, one that welcomed you into a life filled with warmth and connection.
Read Part 1 Read Part 2 Read Part 3 Read Part 4 Read Part 5 Read Part 6 Read Part 7 Read Part 8 Read Part 10
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Part 9: A New Home
HQ wasnā€™t just a building. It was a fortress of concrete and steel, standing tall against the storms of a world that had been nothing but unforgiving, furnished with the luxuries you only dreamed of having yourself. Moving into HQ was like stepping into a new lifeā€”a life far removed from the quiet chaos you had once known. The old world, with its relentless grind of bartending shifts and unpaid bills, felt like a distant memory now, cast in the shadows of the life you were building within these walls.
From the moment you arrived, everything felt different. This wasnā€™t just a temporary shelter, a place to crash until you got back on your feet. It was something moreā€”a home. The members of the 141 Mafia, who had once just been regular patrons in the periphery of your job, had become your family. And with that family came new responsibilities, new roles that allowed you to grow in ways you never expected.
You found your place among them quickly, slipping into the rhythm of HQ like a missing puzzle piece finally falling into place to complete the picture. The mornings were filled with reports and operational planning, tasks that might have felt mundane or tedious to anyone else, but to you, they were something more. They were a way to contribute, a way to stay grounded and involved. Every document you organized, every briefing you prepared, felt like a small victory, a way to reclaim the control that had once been stripped from your life.
Price had given you these tasks initially as a way to ease you into this new world, but it quickly became apparent that you were thriving in a way none of them had anticipated. Your meticulous nature, your attention to detail, made the team run smoother. Reports that had once been a chore for the others became a well-oiled machine under your watch. But more than that, you brought a sense of warmth, a sense of belonging that had been missing from the cold, mission-driven atmosphere of HQ.
You could feel the change in the air as the days passed. The bonds within the team grew stronger, more palpable, like an invisible thread connecting each of you in ways that went beyond the professional. You werenā€™t just another cog in the machine; you were the glue holding it all together, in ways both big and small.
Ghost, the most enigmatic of them all, was the first to let his guard down. His silent, stoic presence had always commanded the room, but you saw the cracks beneath the surface. Late at night, when the halls of HQ were quiet and the weight of the world felt distant, Ghost would sit with you, his mask still in place, but his voice soft and unguarded. He began to confide in you in ways he had never confided in anyone else, sharing fragments of nightmares that haunted him, memories he had buried deep. It wasnā€™t just the act of confidingā€”it was trust. A trust that ran deeper than words.
And in return, you gave him something he hadnā€™t realized he neededā€”laughter. Your sharp, snappy jokes, the ones that came so easily to you, began to melt the icy walls Ghost had built around himself. There were moments, fleeting but precious, when you would catch the faintest glimmer of a smile beneath his mask, a rare flicker of light in his otherwise shadowed existence. The laughter wasnā€™t forced; it was real, genuine, something that came naturally between the two of you.
Soap, on the other hand, had always been the loud one, the joker, the heart of the team. But even he had his limits, and you found yourself breaking through them without even trying. With you around, Soap found a new kind of easeā€”a lightness that hadnā€™t been there before. Your quick wit matched his perfectly, and soon, his laughter became a constant presence in the halls of HQ. It was infectious, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for joy. Soap often teased you, calling you his ā€œpartner in crime,ā€ but there was something deeper behind the playful banter. He had found someone who could meet him on his level, and that bond only grew stronger with time.
Gaz, ever the meticulous and thoughtful one, appreciated your attention to detail more than anyone else. He admired the way you approached every task with precision, every operation with a sharp eye for detail. You had a way of anticipating what needed to be done before anyone else even thought about it. It didnā€™t go unnoticed, especially by Gaz, who often found himself relying on you more than heā€™d like to admit. But it wasnā€™t just about efficiencyā€”it was about the quiet understanding you shared. He respected you, not just for what you did, but for who you were, and that respect grew into a friendship built on mutual admiration.
Then there was Price. The leader, the one who carried the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. For Price, HQ had always been a place of work, of missions, of responsibilities. But with you there, it became something more. You brought a sense of family, a warmth that had been missing for far too long. Price, who had spent his life leading, found comfort in your presence. You made the daily grind feel less like a mission and more like a purpose, a reason to keep going beyond the next objective. There was a quiet bond between you, an unspoken understanding that didnā€™t need words. In your presence, Price found a sense of peace, a reminder that even in a life filled with danger, there were moments of calm, moments of connection.
Each member of the team grew fonder of you in their own way. You werenā€™t just a part of the teamā€”you were the heart of it. You were the steady presence that kept them grounded, the laughter that broke through the tension, the meticulous hand that ensured everything ran smoothly. And in return, they became the family you never had before.
HQ, once a place of missions and briefings, had become something moreā€”a home. The walls that had once felt cold now held the warmth of shared meals, late-night conversations, and quiet moments of understanding. The halls, once filled with the echo of footsteps, now echoed with laughter, with camaraderie, with life.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged. You werenā€™t just survivingā€”you were thriving, building a new life within the walls of HQ. A life filled with purpose, with friendship, with family. A life where each day felt like a mission accomplished, not because of the tasks completed, but because of the bonds you had forged.
This was your new home. And you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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As the day faded into night, you reflected on your journey within HQ. No longer an outsider, you had become part of a family that thrived on trust and laughter. The walls that once felt cold were now alive with memories and bonds that made you feel at home. For the first time, you were not just survivingā€”you were truly living, ready to embrace whatever came next together.
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I mean, besides the big bad ultimate illness (degradation/Jenova tomfoolery/geostigma), how would the firsts +Zack and Cloud (AC or not) be when they are genuinely sick. like, legitimately they think they might die. no Genesis thinking the sniffles are death. no no no, GRAVELY ILL.
(also ily, you're great, have a wonderful day ā™„ļø)
This is gonna be SO MORBID lmao Thank you for the tasty angst.
TWs for potentially distressing topics.
Angeal: He initially tries to take the pragmatic approach, the resourceful one. Assuming he's about to die, he gets his affairs in order, arranges everything as neatly as possible. He tries to put on a brave face, even though it's emotionally exhausting him. He tries to juggle everything and bottle his feelings to the point where he becomes depressed and slightly unstable, eventually crumbling from the weight of it, admitting that he hopes it comes as quickly as possible so he doesn't have to prolong his own suffering.
Zack: Keeps a smile on his face despite everything. He's scared, yeah. But he's facing the prospect of dying with a sense of courage and acceptance. Yeah, it's terrifying. But it's a new adventure. He'll face whatever comes. He'll keep joking and laughing. He'll stand toe to toe with Death, look it in the eyes, and depart as an equal. That's the real Zack Fair. Fearless to the end.
AC!Cloud: Cloud privately worries about his loved ones. Tifa. Denzel. All his friends. His family. He wants to protect them. How will they go on without him? What if he doesn't have time to tell them how he really feels? What if it's too late? He once again underestimates just how loved and cherished he really is, with everyone gathering together to be with him, letting him know that they're not going anywhere. Tifa especially. She'd be right there beside him on his deathbed, holding his hand the entire time.
Genesis: Genesis just gets wild, destructive, and more impulsive than usual. He LOVES life, LOVES living. To lose it all is an existential break for him that causes him to become reckless and angry, mindlessly seeking out pleasurable distractions in order to ward off the anguish and pain of illness, regression. Eventually, Genesis just decides that if he IS going to die, better to go out in a blaze of glory. One last big FUCK YOU to the world that robbed him of the chance to live. A final stand against a hated enemy. A noble sacrifice for those he loves. Maybe even one last reckless bit of fun. Genesis plans for the mother of all showstoppers, a grand exit to ensure his name is not forgotten.
Sephiroth: Sephiroth initially expected to be angry and upset--after all, that's how most people feel in such scenarios. But apart from his reluctance to be permanently parted from his few and far between loved ones, he curiously feels a sense of....relief. Relief. Peace. Letting something go, something that has long burdened him, long caused him pain. It's over now. No more questions. No more strain. No more self-suppression. Needles and tanks. Cells and cages. All of it gone. He's free. He's escaped. And there are only outstretched hands beyond the veil, waiting shapes he'd so long hoped to approach, to know, to merge with.
He'll find her again.
He'll be with her. In her arms.
And he'll be warm, at long, long last.
Home.
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