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[staringintoyoursoulwithall]

God, I miss the horse races.

[clovdgyu]

requested

#sylus x m!reader #smut #sylus is currently my third priority in lnd (last being xavier because i don't have any solar pairsg bfor him. still love this bb boy tho)

#pet namees (sylus calls reader doll, baby boy, and kitten), breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex, kinky sex, sylus loves seeing you in your pjs, took place after a year and a few months

#being the cutest, most handsome, and kindest boyfriend of your university's crush, it seems you have a lot to handle at once but especially his sex drive

you looked at the entirety of his condo unit and it was surprisingly huge! well, i guess that's a given seeing how your tall boyfriend is practically towering over you. "your place is nice," you stated before he wrapped his arms around you from behind, hugging you.

"our place is nice. this is where we'll be staying from now on. you don't have to pay rent, no anything. just sit there and look pretty, baby," he told you, the pet name making your cheeks warm as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

it's already been a year and a half when you and sylus started dating, experiencing various ups and downs but stayed together through all of it. one thing you did notice about sylus was that he was unexpectedly clingy and protective.

you never complained though, you loved seeing his vulnerable side. but another thing is, you noticed how he was holding himself back when he was with you. sure, he was clingy, but it just seemed new to you. everytime you initiated any means of physical touch, he slowly backs away.

you know he isn't uncomfortable when it comes to you, but it seemed that he was keeping himself in the "right state of mind" every time you initiated a kiss or any kinds of affection.

back to the present, you sighed and backed away from him, crossing your arms as you looked him dead in the eyes, making sylus confused. "sylus, are you holding yourself back because of me?"

"what? no," he answered a little too fast, a little too suspicious. you smiled at him and held onto his biceps, comforting him. he sighed, "i just don't want you to get the impression that all i ever think about is sex. i was just worried that you might hate it."

a scoff left your mouth as you cupped the taller man's cheeks with your hands. "sounds reasonable enough. but you don't have to hold yourself back, you can ask me when you want to do it. but no means no, alright?"

smirking, sylus used his thumb and index, holding onto your chin and raised it. "well, i am kind of in need of some pleasure right now, doll. do you consent?"

a simple nod from you was all it takes for sylus to finally give in to his desires.

"do i have to do it in my pyjamas, sylus?" you asked the other male who was already laid on your shared bed in just his boxers. you sat on the bed and the other male was obviously smirking as he eyed you from head to toe. "q-quit doing that."

sylus sat up and neared you, one hand supporting his weight behind you. "you just look so cute in those pink pjs, kitten. can't help it."

"you're really—"

you were not able to finish your sentence since as soon as you've opened your mouth, sylus attacked your lips with his. it was surprising for you to say the least as you never had any experience with kissing. you didn't complain though.

if anything, you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you held onto sylus' broad shoulders to try and deepen the kiss. at first you both stayed there, lips connected to each other to bask in the warmth of each other's mouths.

deciding to take the initiative, you slowly detached your lips from him before kissing him back in a torrid kiss, moving your lips in a sensual manner.

a dry chuckle left sylus' mouth at how eager you were before he finally kissed back with the same tempo. the silver-haired male moved his lips rhytmically with yours, small kissing sounds emitting from your lips. slowly, sylus pushed you down the bed, not breaking away from the kiss.

wanting even more, you guided your hands towards your boyfriend's silver hair and softly gripped on it, pulling him closer towards you, letting out a small squeal when his knee slightly brushed on your crotch.

sylus removed his lips from yours, trailing kisses down your neck to your collar bone as he looked up at you, your eyes half-lidded whilst small whimpers left your plump lips. "s-sylus.."

"what's wrong, kitten? you need something?" he asked with a sly smirk, going back to what he was doing. slowly, he undid the buttons on your pyjama shirt, making your cheeks heat up at the thought of showing him your torso. "don't be scared, kitten. I got you," he stated, as if he heard your thoughts.

you nodded as a response, sylus finally done undoing your buttons. "sylus," you called out in a sweet voice to which the said male hummed to, fingers trailing down towards your pants' waistband. he removed his lips from your body and harshly discarded your pyjama pants, making you gasp. "sylus! oh my god.."

the said male stared at your half-clothed body, admiring your seductive and soft stature. "you look so delectable, m/n. i never even thought would ever come," he stated with a teasing smirk, leaning down to places kisses down your stomach.

without even a warning, sylus grabbed the waistpand of your pants behind you and pulled it back, just enough to expose your ass.

you gasped at the sudden rush of coldness before he inserted a finger into your hole, making you yelp before you bit your lips to silence your screams. "s-sylus, oh fuck!"

"hearing you cuss like that is making me hot. why do you do it so politely? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" sylus teased before he began to thrust his finger inside your hole, inserting another one to fully stretch your hole, doing scissoring motions to prepare you for his meaty cock.

a sudden scream came out from your lips, cutting you out of your thoughts. "oh my god! that felt so weird, sy. fu—you keep hitting it!" you shouted, making sylus 'tsk' as he moved up and placed a hand over your mouth to silence you. smirking, he slowly moved his fingers into your hole, seeing your eyes twitch as he neared that certain spot.

stopping, he tapped on your g-spot, making you whimper as you gripped on the sheets beneath you. finding it amusing, he pressed onto it harshly, making you gasp as you folded your legs. your eyes were closed at the pleasure before sylus' eyes darkened and constantly pressed on it as if it were a remote control's "return" button.

you had no choice but to let out muffled moans, your own cock twitching on your stomach a bit leaked pre-cum. "sylus, no...stop. it feels so good, it's bad," you stated, holding out a shaky hand to remove his finger but it was no use. you barely had any strength left because of the constant abuse on your prostate.

tears left your eyes as whimpers and ragged breaths exited your mouth, altough muffled. "i can't stop, kitten. if i do, wouldn't that be hard for you to take my big cock? now be a good boy and behave," sylus stated as he removed his fingers from your g-spot and began to properly stretch your ass out. "besides, aren't you the one who's pushing their own ass onto my fingers? what a pervert."

"th-then, please hurry up," your big doe eyes looked up at him with plea, the face you had on only making it hard for him to stop. it was always how you looked naturally cute with whatever you do that he would find his own pants get tighter, so having to see it so close is such a great experience.

sylus let out a deep chuckle leaving you feeling confused as he stopped his fingers from ever reaching the depths of your hole. "seriously..." he muttered, slowly pulling out his fingers that got him small whimpers from you, the noise going straight to his cock feeling it twitch in his underwear.

"whatever happens tonight," sylus rasped out, moving closer to you to give you a small shiver as he whispered into your ears. "it'll all be your fault, kitten," you felt yourself losing all the strength you had left in you, an unconscious moan moving past your lips. somehow, the way he calls you kitten just sent something inside you to tingle.

"you don't know how much i've waited to do this to you, m/n. hearing you moan my name in your sleep the last time you came over, i just couldn't wait any longer."

upon his revelation, you felt your cheeks get warm due to the embarrasment. "it wasn't intentional, sylus. I was having a dream...a wet dream that you were fucking my ass nonstop until my legs were nothing but weak," you explained, sighing as the taller male trailed his right hand from your legs towards your chest, his touches making you shiver. "sylus."

"quiet."

you heard how his' breath became raspy as he suddenly began to grind his hard-on onto your exposed cock. "oh my god...sylus," you moaned out, and before you could even comprehend things, he pulled back and dragged you with him, catching you by surprise.

smirking, sylus held you up with ease before you've found yourself on all fours. you were just about to go back up but his sudden weight on your back had you struggling. "kitten, don't fight it."

it's that nickname again. you thought. "b-but this position looks so odd. will—AH!"

a sudden scream erupted from your throat as you felt the tip of sylus' cock suddenly enter your hole unannounced. knowing that he needed to shut you up, he placed his left hand over your mouth as he neared his lips towards your left ear. "as much as i love to hear the noises you make, the walls here are thin."

you could only nod as you tried to adjust his bulbous cockhead. "you're so big, sy. i can feel it stretch me out fully," you stated, although whispered and muffled through the other male's hand.

feeling successful, sylus could only smirk as he felt his chest swell with pride at the thought of the mess he will make of you. he was the sweetest person you could ever meet in your whole entire life. kind and caring, but once you resort into submission, especially to him, there is no way the male would miss out the opportunity to take advantage of it and completely show you his dominance. "that's good to hear, kitten," sylus whispers again into your ears, sending shivers down your spine, feeling your own member twitch at the action.

sylus, then starts littering kisses onto your neck, leaving love bites in the process to show others that you are his prized possession. a silent moan leaves your lips at the contact of his plump lips on your skin. truth be told, just as much as sylus, you have waited for this time to arrive.

before, it was all just happening in your head, but now, you're literally about to get dicked down by the one and only sylus who, for a fact, is your boyfriend, lover, and partner.

you knew that on your first day at sylus' condo that those secret glances and tantalizing stares during your visits were something. you knew that the few times he purposely showed you his thick bulge through his jagger pants without any underwear, his tip poking through the fabric meant something and not just 'to feel more comfortable' as he always would reason to you.

"i'll start pushing, m/n," sylus, in between his kisses, informed you to mentally prepare you for his thick rod, you gasping when he roughly pushed his cock in you as you turned to look back at him with a pained expression, the other male caressing your arms before pushing his cock in fully.

"gh!" you coughed, sylus stopping his movements as he grabbed you by the waist out of panic. "fuck..you're too huge, sylus."

the other male smirked before he gritted his teeth, covering your mouth with his right hand before pushing all of his length with a silent grunt. your eyes grew impossibly wide as a scream emitted from your mouth, not out of pain but not out of pleasure as well. somewhere in between.

this was your first time and you could feel every inch of his cock brush against your walls, his thick cock stretching your ass out which made you clench the sheets. sylus hummed at the tightness of your hole, tears trailing down your eyes as you hung your head low. "how does my cock feel, kitten?" sylus asked as he leaned closer to your ear.

a small whimper erupted from your lips as he slowly pulled out until the tip was the only thing inside you, making you clench around his cock needily, pushing your hips back as you looked back with teary eyes. "what..? s-sylus, please—"

all of a sudden, the older male thrusted his cock inside your hole in one go, making you yelp as you arched your back, satisfying sylus who could only chuckle darkly before he was thrusting slowly inside your hole. "shit, your ass feels so good, kitten. i'm finally able to do this. fuck."

small whimpers left your lips everytime sylus pulled out, then back in. wet, squelching sounds originated from your connected parts before he gave another powerful thrust, this time hitting your prostate head on.

"agh!" you screamed out. fortunately, sylus managed to muffle it with his hand. "s-sylus. oh my god...feels good."

"do you seriously want to wake everyone up? you pervert," he degraded, giving your ass a loud slap before he pulled his cock out and placed his hand on your throat to pull you back towards him, thrusting as soon as you two were now kneeling together.

sylus was fast enough to react by attacking your lips with a passionate kiss to silence your screams. you curled your toes in pleasure, eyes closed as you did nothing but choked out moans.

he swallowed every noise that emitted from your lips as your own cock twitched every time the other male subtly thrusted into your tight heat. you felt his tongue swipe along the bottom of your lips, making you open your mouth obediently. the silver-haired male sucked your tongue and swirled his own onto yours.

your lips moved in sync, sylus thrusting experimentally. once he heard a muffled whimper, he of his wits went out the window as he began to thrust into your hole at a normal pace, his hands trailing from your inner thighs, to your crotch, then up your stomach, landing on your chest. "sylus," you called out, your hands finding their way on his arm.

he hummed as he thrusted his cock into your hole at a pace you could bare, small whimpers and moans exiting your lips as your ass hit his hips, wet noises bouncing across the room. the other male could feel your whole body tremble and shake, deciding to fasten his pace with a low groan.

the fast pace has you biting your lip, throwing your head back as scratched your nails on his arms. that familiar coil in your stomach appeared again, pushing your hips back onto his to chase your own high.

"fuck, you gonna cum, kitten?" he asked, you nodding eagerly in response as he began to pound your hole mercilessly, making you moan out loudly. "you really want to wake them up, huh? want them to hear how much of a mess I've made of you? want them to hear how good i'm making you feel?"

not stopping his animalistic pace, sylus focused on giving you the pleasure that you deserve. all you could do was moan wantonly, body squirming as you felt your cock twitch, pre-cum "i'm...i'm gonna—ahhh! s-sylus!"

sylus began to nip at your neck, sucking every once in a while to leave purplish-pink hickeys that would surely be hard to hide even with make-up.

your own breath became ragged, his thrusts going even faster as he chased his own high, making you scream out in pure bliss every time the tip of his cock brushed against your prostate. "fuck, your hole feels so good. does my cock feel good, kitten? my cock makes you feel this good," he clarified before you felt his cock grow inside you, indicating that he was near his climax.

you clenched your hole against his cock, pushing your hips onto his to chase your own high before you let out one particular choked gasp, throwing your head back, eyes rolled back in pleasure as thick ropes of white squirted from your cock, falling onto the bed's white sheets. sylus continued to thrust inside your hole, finding his own release.

the pleasure made your whole body shake as you dug your nails onto the other male's strong arms. "fuck, fuck! i'm gonna cum!" he announced as he threw his head back, holding your waist tightly that it would surely leave bruises. "fuckfuckfuck! oh fuck, i'm cumming!"

you felt his cum paint your walls white, making you groan as you hold onto his biceps. he stayed in that position, cock buried deep inside you as he came a lot, some of it dripping down your hole. an idea popped inside his head. he continued to thrust inside your hole to fuck his cum into you, making you whimper at the overstimulation. "s-slow down, wait."

"i'm sorry, m/n."

"what part of 'no means no' did you not get, sylus?! i told you i had to pee!" you shouted at him, the other male chuckling before he neared you, bolster separating the two of you. "now i've wet the previous sheets. i have never ever wet the bed since i was 3."

he smiled, "i told you, that wasn't pee. well, kind of. i made you squirt," sylus clarified as he removed the bolster and hugged you. you glaring at him before turning your back on him. "please don't be mad at me. (fave food) tomorrow?"

you were just about to say something, but you sigheand looked back at him. "fine. but when i tell you 'no' next time, that means 'no' alright? or no sex for a year."

the thought made sylus widen his eyes before he pursed his lips then nodded, hugging you closer as you two went to sleep, unaware of a fully awake doctor who was now even more awake after what he just heard.

[katsumox]

"the roomate."

~1k words. jason todd x reader.

there's so much sexual tension here it should be illegal. anyway..

“Fuck you, Jason. Literally fuck you,” you shout, stomping into the shared apartment.

It was the third argument this week. It's been two months since you moved in, and the two of you have been arguing ever since. You found Jason's apparent severe dislike for you confusing, as you'd been nothing if not outright kind to him. At the very least, you've been an amicable and considerate roommate.

Time after time, Jason Todd found ways to get under your skin in the apartment you shared with him, Roy, and Kori. Though you were a new addition to the trio, you meshed extremely well with everyone, except Jason, of course. The two redheads were quick to tell you that Jason didn’t get along with many, but he didn’t mean any harm. Nevertheless, The four of you began renting a condo for the sake of cheap rent when the going got tough.

Something about you seemed to fundamentally irritate Jason. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t have a perpetual stick up your ass, unlike him, or maybe it was because he had a natural aversion to anything happy or remotely nice. Perhaps it was the way you found reasons to smile and laugh obscenely hard at jokes his male friends say, but somehow find Jason entirely unfunny. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you don’t immediately shut down Roy’s frequent flirty jokes and offers for dates.

“Oh,” he drawls, eyes widened. “Didn’t think good girls like you cursed,” he mocks, following you into the shared living space.

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels with a little more malice than you probably should.

“Just because you make it your life’s mission to be the meanest, most inconsiderate son of a bitch on the planet,” you snarl, stalking towards your room, “doesn’t mean I have to deal with it. Be a fucking cunt on your own time.”

“Fuck did you just say to me?”

You whip around, tired of the back and forth. “You heard exactly what the fuck I said.”

The smell of his cologne mixed with gunpowder all but invades your senses as he storms toward you.

“Fuck you,” he sneers, eyes narrowed. His hulking form towers over you, his neck craned down to see all of you as he backs you into a corner. At nearly 6’4, a literal wall of muscle and angst, he towers over you, posturing.

His near-permanent scowl hardens as you refuse to break eye contact, despite something in you begging to. Jason's always been pretty. If not for his attitude, you'd find him incredibly attractive. In fact, you think, mentally frowning, you find him attractive despite his cold demeanor. Maybe even because of it.

The rough timbre of Jason’s voice wakes you from your silent stupor.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs, pressing himself closer to you, lips just barely ghosting your own. He pulls back, realizing the desperation in his voice in tandem with his proximity to you is maddening.

“Tell me to get the fuck out," he says, breathless. "To stop touching you,” his hand now lightly squeezing your jaw, keeping you in place. Keeping you from avoiding confrontation.

His focus flickers between your lips and your eyes, taking labored breaths.

You part your lips, as whatever thought you began to formulate dies as you realize the proximity of Jason’s lips to yours. You take a shallow breath again. You could count every one of his dark, long eyelashes from here, you think. Every one of his sun spots and freckles, and scars.

“Tell me not to. Tell me now,” he rasps, blueish-green eyes half-hidden by low eyelids. Something unspoken passes between the two of you, neither of you saying anything, yet saying everything all at once. You take a breath, hoping your words won't fail you for a second time.

"…Fuck it."

Suddenly you both are on each other, kissing, clawing, and caressing all the same.

A groan rumbles in Jason's chest as you paw at him. You've been enveloped by him in all his entirety; his smell, his taste, his sounds. You press at his chest, a solid wall of muscle, hoping to push him blindly, to where you think the couch is. The man smirks at your initiative, taking the hint.

He taps your ass twice, but you're too distracted by the taste of him on your lips.

"Be good f'me, doll. Lemme lift you,"

You hum, more concerned with the mountain of a man in front of you. He lifts you with ease, sitting you on his lap as he resumes his mission to make you break. Your nails scrape down his chest deliciously, drawing out another low, needy noise from the man. Jason takes note of how freely you let your hands roam, ghosting over places that haven't been touched in a long time.

"Eager, aren't we, sweetheart?"

"Shut up," you say at full volume, caught off guard by the nickname and forgetting where you are.

"Shut me up, then," Jason quips, pulling you up toward his face for another dizzying kiss. His kisses move from the corner of your mouth down your jaw. Featherlight touches follow him down to your collarbone, where he lightly nibbles at you.

You let out a strangled, needy noise, one far too loud and embarrassing for the time and place the two of you find yourselves in.

"Shh, shhh. 'S okay, baby," Jason coos, a devilish smile creeping up on his swollen lips. "Wouldn't want the others to hear you, would we?"

You hum and shake your head, dazed, as the man deftly rubs circles into your hip with his fingers.

"Guess we should take this to a more private place, hm, pretty girl?"

You nod emphatically, chasing his lips as he moves you off of him.

"So," he pauses, catching his breath. His black hair is tousled, his lips pink and swollen, and his pupils blown wide.

"Your room or mine?"

[candycandy00]

Little Miss Nobody Part 1 - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’re a weak, lowly sorcerer who barely qualifies as an assistant, but you get the opportunity to work on a mission that includes THE Gojo Satoru. Unbeknownst to you, he finds you incredibly attractive despite privately looking down on you as a nobody. On the last night of the mission, he invites you to his hotel room.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Gojo x short/thick/curvy fem Reader. Loss of virginity, rough sex, oral sex, etc. Gojo is unintentionally an asshole.

You couldn’t contain your excitement when you were chosen, along with five others, to be assistants on a two week long mission that involved THE Gojo Satoru. You never thought you’d get to work with him. After all, you were a weak, low grade sorcerer who came from a non-sorcerer family. But someone needed to run errands, take notes, and basically act as a gopher. You were eager to take on that role if it meant you got to be near Gojo, if only to watch him work. 

Three years ago, when you were still a third year at your tiny local Jujutsu school, you had technically met him. You and a few other third years had been sent on what was supposed to be a very easy mission. Things went south quickly when a special grade curse appeared, and all you and your classmates could do was flee and hide. Gojo had apparently been in the area at the time on unrelated business and was called over to bail your group out. 

You still remembered how cool he looked as he destroyed the curse with seemingly no effort whatsoever. Then he called the lot of you out from hiding and told you it was safe. He’d been friendly enough, but he didn’t stay to chat. Someone like him was probably busy. 

You couldn’t be sure because of his blindfold, but you thought he never even looked your direction. 

Of course he didn’t. 

Now, you worked mostly as an assistant to other, more powerful sorcerers. But you didn’t mind. You were happy that you could contribute, even in small ways. 

When you arrived at the meeting place to get acquainted with the sorcerers you’d be working with and go over the plan of action over the next two weeks, you tried not to stare at Gojo. He was so much taller than you remembered, and up close, his presence was imposing. He joked around with everyone and acted casual, but you could feel it: his intimidating aura. 

It was your first time seeing him without his blindfold, but his sunglasses prevented you from seeing his eyes. What a shame, you’d heard they were breathtaking. 

You introduced yourself and said the expected pleasantries, and you giggled at his jokes, but that was as far as your courage could take you. For the rest of the meeting, you tried to stay quiet and stay out of the way. 

************

Gojo Satoru noticed her the moment she showed up for the meeting. How could he not? Even under fairly modest clothing, her incredibly erotic body shape was evident. Large, shapely breasts straining against her sweater, thick, plush hips and thighs that looked like they’d been poured into her jeans, plump lips that he couldn’t help imagining wrapped around his cock, all wrapped up in a short frame that could so easily be thrown around in bed. 

She was his type. So much so that it seemed like she’d been designed top to bottom by the gods to drive him wild. But he never let on. He talked to her the same way he talked to everyone else, and his dark sunglasses kept her from noticing how he stared at her curves. 

As the mission commenced, Gojo found himself going to talk to her often, even though she was a weak, practically useless nobody. She was a sweet little thing though, always trying to be helpful in whatever ways her extremely limited abilities would allow. She even made homemade sweets in the kitchen of the condo they’d rented to be their base of operations. Her confections were delicious, and Gojo definitely noticed how much she blushed when he told her so. 

He noticed a lot of things, like the way her eyes seemed to seek him out whenever the group was gathered in one place, the way she stared at him with rosy cheeks when she thought he wasn’t looking, the way she seemed to talk with a bubbly smile with the others but became quiet and shy when he was near. 

Gojo knew he was a very attractive man. He’d seen these signs before, many times. This sweet girl with the lewd body that had him jacking off in the shower while thinking about her… she had a crush on him. 

He had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, it meant getting her into his bed would be no challenge at all. Hell, he probably could have fucked her on the first night if he’d tried. But on the other hand, it was a nuisance when someone lowly like her developed feelings for him. He always tried to let them down gently, to avoid breaking their hearts, but that was much harder to do after he’d fucked their brains out. 

Gojo wasn’t a cruel man. He never made promises, and he never intentionally led anyone on. In fact he tried to be very clear about what he wanted and sometimes avoided sleeping with people who had obvious crushes on him altogether, just to avoid drama. But sometimes the person in question was hot, and he couldn’t resist. And often, even though he felt he was being upfront about only wanting a one night stand, people who had developed feelings for him had a hard time accepting that truth. 

He watched the young woman, whom he’d mentally dubbed “Little Miss Nobody”, as she bent over to get some clean dishes from the condo’s dishwasher. She was wearing a skirt that fell to a modest length when she was standing, but bent over, her soft thighs were exposed. Her perfectly round, thick ass was in the air. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. 

She stood back up and began placing the dishes in the cabinets. She stood on her tip toes and reached up to try to place something in the top shelf, and both her skirt and T-shirt rode up her body. She was clearly struggling, her short height making the task difficult. Gojo enjoyed the view for a moment from the living room, then walked into the kitchen and stood behind her. “Need some help?”

The poor girl almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice so close to her. She blushed and pulled her shirt back down. “Uh, yeah, I’m having trouble reaching the top cabinet.”

He moved in closer, his body brushing against hers as he reached around her and placed the cups in their cabinet. Fuck, he wanted to lift her up and shove her face down on the counter, letting her short legs dangle in the air as he pounded into her from behind. She’d probably let him right now, even with the others in the living room, able to see the whole thing. Her face was red, she was so flustered it was adorable. 

That’s when he decided, after the mission was over, on their last night in town, he would invite her to his hotel room and fuck her as much as he wanted. 

When the last night arrived, everyone had gathered at a sushi joint to celebrate the successful end to the mission. Gojo made a point of sitting next to Little Miss Nobody, making sure his arm brushed against hers whenever he reached for something on the table, making funny remarks to hear her tinkling little laugh, and enjoying the shy, nervous energy she had. 

As everyone stood up from the table, Gojo placed one hand on her shoulder to get her attention, then leaned in to whisper, “Wanna come to my hotel room?”

She looked shocked, her face turning instantly crimson. Her eyes darted about frantically, and she reminded him of a frightened rabbit. “Um… I guess so…” 

He laughed, slipping an arm around her casually. “Don’t be so nervous. Let’s have a night of fun before we leave town.”

She nodded, wearing a small, sweet smile. “Okay,” she said, and she walked out the door with him and up the street to his hotel. 

Having her body pressed against his as they walked was getting him amped up. He was already hard by the time they stepped into his room and shut the door behind them. 

Gojo wasted no time turning her around and pushing her against the inside of the door, covering her hot little mouth with his own, kissing her deeply, his hands on the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. 

He was so wrapped up in trying to get her shirt off, he almost didn’t notice the weak hands pressing against his chest, trying to push him back. She might as well have been trying to push a boulder. 

But he stopped and looked down at her. “Is something wrong?”

She looked like she might cry, and for a moment the terrible thought that he’d been entirely wrong about her struck his mind. But she was still blushing furiously, and her eyes were full of desire. 

“No, nothing’s wrong,” she said, and he felt immense relief, “but… I think I should tell you… I’ve never done this before.”

He cocked his head and grinned. “Never fucked a guy in a hotel room?”

She shook her head. “Never… been with a guy at all.”

His grin vanished. “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

She nodded, averting her eyes. 

Fuck. She was a virgin. He hadn’t expected that. Sure she was a little shy but with a body like hers, she had to have been turning men down left and right. And while he couldn’t deny that being the guy to pop such a sexy girl’s cherry was hot to think about, there were other things to consider. Deflowering someone usually came with emotional baggage he just didn’t want to deal with. 

He knew he should just call the whole thing off. Tell her it was a mistake, make up a lie, anything. But she was here, inside his hotel room, ready and willing to let him fuck her. She was looking at him with glassy eyes, her lips slightly parted, her shirt pulled up to just under her tits. 

He wanted her. He’d imagined doing countless filthy things to her these past two weeks, and now he had her all to himself. How could he possibly resist?

************

You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go to Gojo’s hotel room. Even as naive as you were, you could figure out that much. You’d been so shocked and flattered that you hadn’t even considered saying no. THE Gojo Satoru wanted you? A weak, useless little peon? 

He’d been nice to you throughout the whole mission, talking to you, including you in strategy meetings even though you had nothing to do with strategy, giving you praise for completing even simple tasks. But he was friendly with everyone. He laughed and talked with everyone. 

Now you were in his hotel room. He’d kissed you, touched you, and you knew where this was going. The thought of losing your virginity to Gojo was thrilling, but also a little scary. Would your inexperience be a turn off? He’d seemed a little hesitant when you told him this was your first time. 

But soon he was kissing you again, his hands pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. He stepped back slightly to look at your lacy bra, but before he could reach around to unhook it, you stopped him again. 

“Can I see your eyes?” you asked, looking up into his sunglasses. “Please?”

He smiled, then reached up one hand and pulled the sunglasses off, letting them drop to the floor. You couldn’t suppress a gasp when you saw his eyes for the first time. They were so unbelievably gorgeous, like pure blue crystals. You wanted to look at them all night. 

“You like them?” he asked with a grin. 

“I do,” you answered. “They’re so beautiful…”

He shrugged. “Some people say they’re creepy.”

If you were being honest, they were a little creepy, but in a “so beautiful they’re inhuman” way. 

Gojo started kissing you again, leaning over to kiss your neck as he unhooked your bra and pulled the straps down your shoulders, finally discarding it on the floor. Then his hands were groping both breasts, lightly squeezing the pillowy flesh. He bent further down, trailing kisses down your collar bone until his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue running over it. 

“Ahh!” You couldn’t help letting out a small moan as he licked one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. 

He slid down to a crouching position in front of you. The metal door felt cold against your bare back as you reflexively backed into it. You watched with bated breath as he unzipped your skirt. Then he looked up at you with those eyes as he slowly pulled your skirt down your hips, your thighs, your calves, and then let it pool at your feet. He only took a moment to look at your pale pink panties before he pulled those down too, then he leaned back to get a good view. 

You closed your eyes. You’d always been a little self conscious about your body, but having this incredibly good looking man stare at your naked body made you feel like shrinking into a ball and hiding. 

But then you heard his voice. 

“Fuck, you’re even hotter than I imagined.”

You opened your eyes. “Really?”

He was wearing a sultry expression, leaned back on his heels with his thighs apart. That’s when you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants. He tilted his head toward your face and said, “Do you not realize how sexy you are? You had me wound up for two weeks. I spent half the time imagining…” His voice cut off. Perhaps he thought it best not to continue, but now you were curious. 

“What were you imagining?”

He rose to his feet, and his tall frame towered over yours as he stepped closer. “All kinds of things. Fucking you on the couch at the condo. Bending you over the kitchen table. My cock in your mouth…”

Your breaths were coming quicker as you listened. You had no idea he’d been thinking such things about you, but knowing it now made your whole body tingle. 

“Think you can do that for me?” he murmured against your neck as he began kissing you again. “Suck my dick with that cute mouth of yours?”

Your heart was pounding. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to be with him as long as you could. “I can try,” you said with a shaky voice. 

He pulled away then and took you by the hand, leading you over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it, and gently pushed you to your knees in front of him, between his spread legs. You looked from his crotch to his face, waiting for him to open his pants. Instead he yawned dramatically and said, “I’m just so tired from the mission. Can’t even get my own dick out. You can do that for me, right?” Then he grinned at you. 

You couldn’t help smiling. He was clearly trying to lighten the mood so you wouldn’t be so nervous. You reached out and unbuckled his belt, then carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You hesitated for a moment, then you slipped the waistband of his boxers down until his cock bounced free. 

You’d never seen one in person before, but even you knew it was an impressive organ. It was much bigger than you expected, tall and pale, standing straight up. It was perfect, just like the rest of him. 

With one hand, you lightly gripped him and leaned forward, giving it a quick, feathery lick. You’d seen porn before, so you had an idea of what to do, but you still felt a little awkward. 

“Take it in your mouth,” Gojo said in a soft voice. And you did as told. You wrapped your lips around his cock and took it as far into your mouth as it would fit, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. 

“That’s good,” he said, his hand resting on your head, his fingers entwining with your hair, “now slide your lips up and down it. Use your tongue, that’s it.”

With Gojo’s coaching, you seemed to be doing a decent job of performing your first blowjob. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it, as his cock was twitching and leaking in your mouth as your tongue circled it and your lips closed tightly around it. You kept this up for several minutes, following any instructions he gave, and finally you felt him grow suddenly tense. 

Without any other warning, he came in your mouth, shooting it down your throat and coating your tongue. You didn’t know if you should pull away, so you remained still until he emptied himself out. When he was finished, you backed up, and realized you had a mouth full of his cum. Guys liked it when girls swallowed it, right? So you gulped it down and looked up at Gojo to see his reaction. 

He was staring at your face, smiling. “Now that’s something I’ve been waiting to see,” he said, then patted your head. “Good girl.”

You blushed bright red upon hearing his praise. You made Gojo Satoru feel good! A nobody like you! 

He took your hand again and pulled you up, then pushed you onto the bed, on your back. He climbed onto the bed and pushed your legs apart. 

“Wait,” you said, and he froze, meeting your eyes. You worked up your courage and said, “Are you going to take your shirt off?”

He laughed, raising up to his knees. “You want me to?”

“Yes, please!” Your voice came out more desperate than you intended, and you felt embarrassed until he pulled his shirt up his torso and then over his head. At that moment, all thoughts in your head froze. All you could focus on was his toned body. It looked like it’d been carved from stone, like the statues of angels you’d seen pictures of from museums in Europe. 

Maybe he really was a god. 

He bent back down between your spread open legs and used his thumb to stroke your slit, smearing your wetness around. Then his long fingers parted your folds and he leaned his face forward, running his tongue across your clit. You nearly jumped from the bed. The pleasure that shot through you left you gasping, but he didn’t give you time to catch your breath. He dove back in, using both his fingers and his mouth to stimulate your clit, switching between different motions, keeping you from getting too used to a specific sensation. 

Your body quivered, your hands gripping the sheets, little mewling moans escaping your lips. Unlike you with your clumsy blowjob, Gojo knew exactly what he was doing. You tried not to think about what that meant. 

The pleasure built up, over and over, making you feel like you might burst. Finally, like a dam breaking, you felt delicious release, your legs trembling on either side of him as you rode out the high. 

He looked up at you, his lips glistening with your juices and his eyes shining. “Feel good?” he asked. 

You could only nod, words failing you. 

He rose up again, this time pushing your knees up to your chest and placing your legs on his shoulders, nearly folding you in half. You could feel his tip poking at you. He leaned down close and said, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you said in a small, unsteady voice, “I think so.”

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and then he was pressing himself inside you. It hurt more than you thought it would, a stinging sensation shooting through you, as if you were ripping. You whimpered, closing your eyes again. 

You heard his voice saying, “Fuck, you’re tight.” Then he pressed further in. You clutched at his arms, and he paused. “Hey, look at me.”

You opened your eyes. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head, murmuring, “No, I don’t.”

He grinned. “Good. I’m only halfway in. You can take more of me, right?”

You nodded. You weren’t sure how more was going to fit, but you didn’t want this to end. You wanted to please him. 

He kissed your neck, mumbling against your skin, “I bet you can take all of me.”

“Y-yeah,” you said, still clutching his arms. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, then thrusted into you. You winced, feeling like he was splitting you in two, but there were so many other things that felt good. His perfectly sculpted body against yours, the tips of his soft white hair grazing your face and neck when he kissed you, and those angelic eyes looking down at you. 

You thought you would have agreed to letting him cut off your arm. 

He plunged in so deep, you imagined he was reaching your womb, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher. “Fuck,” he muttered, “you feel fucking incredible!”

Suddenly his hands were on your waist, gripping you hard, his hips banging into yours, his thrusting becoming painful. You looked up at him in alarm, only to find a wild look in those beautiful eyes, as if he were possessed, as if he’d lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you as hard as he could. 

You didn’t ask him to stop. You couldn’t bring yourself to, not when he seemed to be enjoying it so much. You simply let him do whatever he wanted with you, even if it hurt. When tears stung your eyes, you tried to wipe them away quickly. 

Deep down, a small part of you liked it, liked the pain, liked the way your body was making Gojo lose control. And that part of you wanted him to fuck you forever. 

************

Gojo knew he should have been gentle with her. It was her first time and he was fucking her like a whore. But something about being inside her turned him into an animal. Even seeing her crying couldn’t make him slow down. The only thing that could have stopped him was her literally telling him to stop, and he didn’t think that was going to happen. 

Because despite her tears and whimpers, her pussy was soaked, clenching him tightly, and her eyes were lusty as they peered up at him. 

He hadn’t bothered with a condom, figuring he would just pull out. But now he was overcome with the desire to fill her with his cum. So when he felt his own orgasm approaching, he drove himself as deeply within her as possible and shot his load. 

Panting, he slowly pulled out of her. His cock was sticky with cum and blood. When he looked down at her face, he realized her eyes were closed and she was breathing quietly. Had she passed out? Shit. Maybe he had been too rough with her. 

He decided to let her sleep while he took a shower and dressed. When finished, he nudged her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room as if she couldn’t remember where she was. Then her eyes met his and she sat up suddenly, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. 

“It’s late,” Gojo told her, “you better let me walk you to your hotel.”

The assistants were staying at a different hotel down the street, closer to the condo. She blinked a few times, then slid out of bed, pulling a sheet with her. He took the hint and turned around while she dressed, thinking it a bit silly after what had just happened. 

He turned back to face her after he heard her pulling her shoes on. She was looking down shyly, avoiding his gaze. “Um, I had a good time tonight,” she said. 

“Good,” he said with his usual smile, “I’m glad you did.”

She lingered beside the bed, not moving toward the door. “Would you… like to have my phone number? In case you ever want to chat sometime…”

Ah, shit. She was getting attached. He’d hoped this wouldn’t happen. She was a nice enough girl and hot as fuck, but she wasn’t the kind of person he could start a relationship with. She was a mere assistant. They were important and he appreciated their work, but as head of the Gojo clan, there were certain expectations about who he should be with. And a girl with so little cursed energy she barely qualified as a an assistant at all was never going to be that person. 

He sighed. Best to just go ahead and rip the bandaid off than to let her get her hopes up. 

“Look, this was just a one time thing,” he said, keeping his voice even and flat. “A night of fun, remember? Nothing more.” He could see the hurt forming in her eyes, but he had to go on. It was for her own good. “You’re real sweet and all, but you and I… we’re just not compatible. Do you understand?”

She looked at him with her bright eyes turning wet. “I get it,” she said, her voice breaking slightly on the words. “I knew this was just a one night stand. Really, I did. But I just thought… maybe we could be friends.” She wiped her eyes as the first tears began to fall. “I’m sorry, that was really stupid of me. Someone like me could never be around someone like you.”

Before he could say anything in response, she ran out the door, not even closing it behind her. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling every bit the asshole so many people accused him of being. He walked over and shut the door, then glanced at the floor, where something shimmery caught his eye. It was one of her earrings. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket. He moved over to the bed, trying to avoid looking at the red stain in the middle, and picked up the sheet she’d wrapped herself in. It smelled like her, a sweet and bright fragrance. 

He flung the sheet down, shaking his head as if that would somehow shake her presence from his mind. He’d done the right thing, even if it hurt her. She’d get over it. Before long, he would just be a bad memory to her. Hopefully, she would eventually be reduced to a sweet memory for him. 

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I am afraid worms have invaded my brain and they are eating away at everything that is not OUR LIFE SWAP AU

This is an AU in which Baxter is your best friend that moved in town when you were 8, Cove is the boy from the city you met when you were 13, and Derek is the boy who comes into town for the summer when you're 18. This one is a reworking of the original "Mountains" scene.

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In the ten years you'd been friends, you and Baxter had rarely gotten into any arguments. You both just got along so well, and he was agreeable to a fault, always so against being confrontational or divisive. And so for all this time, with maybe just a small handful of hiccups, you'd just gone on easily, having a grand time together.

But that night, as he sat on your bed watching you pack your things to go on a camping trip with Derek, he seemed perfectly willing to fight.

Derek had rented the empty condo across the street from you for the summer. He was a year older than you, a college athlete, and he was doing some private training with a coach in the city. That weekend, he had a few days off and he'd wanted to go camping in the mountains. He'd asked you to join him, and you said yes. He was sweet, and it was easy being around him.

Baxter, meanwhile, was being anything but sweet.

"You're the mountain boy," you told him, trying to pull him out of whatever funk he was in. "What do you think, will I need a jacket?"

"And proper shoes," he said quietly, arms and legs crossed tightly. "You'll want to bring something for the weather too, the forecast is calling for rain."

"What would you suggest? Raincoat? Umbrella? Poncho?"

He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again. You waited, but he wouldn't speak.

"What is it?" you asked.

He looked up at you -- a glare, almost -- and said, "I would suggest you not go at all, but it seems you've made up your mind."

"What's the issue with me going?" you asked, getting even more confused than you had been. "I'm not going to be gone for long, just a couple of days."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

He paused, then, keeping his eyes down this time, said, "You don't know him."

"Derek?" you asked. "Sure I do. We've hung out plenty of times. You've hung out with him too, he's the most harmless guy on the planet."

"But you're going to be going off alone with him, hours away, together in a tent in the middle of the woods," he argued.

"And?"

You studied him, trying to understand why he was reacting so strongly to this. You couldn't see a clear answer on his face, but you did see he was digging his fingernails into his arms.

"Seriously, what's the problem?" you said, sitting down beside him and grabbing his hands so he'd stop. "What's going on?"

Baxter still didn't seem eager to talk about it, but something in him softened when took his hands. He held them gently, running his thumb over your knuckles, and said, "He likes you."

"No, he doesn't," you said quickly, sure that wasn't the case. "We're friends."

"You can't possibly be this oblivious," he muttered, and you yanked your hands away from his.

"If you're going to be rude, then you can leave," you told him, getting angry.

"I'm not trying to be rude, I'm trying to get you to understand that perhaps going off for a jaunt in the woods with the Incredible Hulk that you've known for approximately two minutes isn't the smartest plan."

You'd been getting angry before -- you were fully there now.

"I'm not stupid," you said, standing up again, "and you're being a jerk. What do you think he's going to do, abduct me or something?"

Baxter stood as well, and took a step closer to you. He was so slow to anger, except when he pointed it inward, but it felt like he was staring daggers at you now.

"I just want you to be safe," he said sharply. "I care about you very much, and I --"

"If you care about me, then trust that I can make my own decisions, I'm not some dumb, helpless --"

"I know that!" he said, near yelling, moving closer still. "That's not what I'm saying, you're not listening to me."'

"I am listening to you, you're --"

"You're not," he said firmly, closing the distance between you entirely. "I don't want you to go off with some handsome, well-mannered boy who obviously has feelings for you. That's what I'm saying."

"Why?"

"Because I do know him, and I know exactly how charming he is. I know he wouldn't hurt you, but I ..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. His anger was turning into anxiety.

"You what?" you asked, softening. "Please just talk to me, Baxter."

Instead of talking, he took you in his arms. Surprised, you hugged him back. Then you felt his breath, hot against your ear, and he said something so low you barely heard him.

"Please tell me you won't sleep with him," he said.

Appalled, you pushed him off of you. Your anger had returned tenfold.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, the frustration clear in your tone. "I'm not even dating Derek, but it's not any of your business what we do anyway. Why you even care this much?"

He didn't say anything, and he wouldn't meet your eyes again. You knew this phase of the Baxter emotional cycle -- he was shutting down.

"Go home," you said finally.

Without looking at you, he swiftly moved to leave your room. You heard his footsteps go down the hall, and after a moment you heard the front door shut.

Then you heard your phone go off in your pocket.

It was a text from Derek that read, "Hey! Excited for tomorrow?"

"Yep!" you replied. And you were. Baxter wasn't going to ruin that for you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning, you met Derek at his condo, and you left bright and early. He was all smiles and laughs and brightness, and the drive to the campsite was fun. It was always fun with Derek.

He took the lead when it was time to set up your things, not wanting you to lift a finger as he put up the tent. You did anyway, of course, and it was obvious how much he appreciated it.

It was getting into the evening after it was all said and done, and Baxter had been right -- the rain did come. Derek didn't mind, he just pulled you into the tent and zipped it up until it passed. And with his warm presence so close, you didn't mind either.

You set about situating your sleeping bags and the other things that you'd brought into the tent with you. When you were done, you still heard the rain falling.

"Guess this is it for tonight," Derek said, not sounding too bothered. "Don't worry, it's supposed to be clear tomorrow. It might be muddy, but I think we'll still have fun."

You smiled at him, happy to be spending the time with him. You hadn't known him too long, Baxter was right about that, and you didn't think he liked you, at least not in a romantic way. But he was a good guy. And it felt nice to be here with him.

"So, how do you want to pass the time?" he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"This is your trip," you told him, playfully nudging his shoulder. "You go first."

"Ok," he said, then approached you. Before you knew it, his arms were locked around your waist, pulling you in tight against him. He smiled, looking proud of himself.

"I made my move," he said. "Your turn."

You pushed everything out of your head -- your fight with Baxter, your years-long crush on him that hadn't gone anywhere for so long you thought it never would. Your reservations, your fears, your nervousness, you shoved it all away and put yourself firmly in the moment.

Then you kissed him.

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Kunikuzushi

Stage name: Wanderer

Occupation: main rapper of 6reeze.

Living situation: residing in his condo in the capital Inazuma, but he often retreats to his secluded cottage in Tatarasuna village, located on Kannazuka island.

Eldest child of Ei Raiden who is the CEO of BB (Baal & Beelzebub) Entertainment

Developed a deep hatred for his younger sister, who is set to inherit the company

Ei's constant criticism led to him becoming emotionally distant

Moved to Snezhnaya to become a solo artist under Fatui Corp., eventually returning to Inazuma and joining 6reeze

Venti

Stage name: Barbatos

Occupation: lead singer and leader of 6reeze, former soloist from Mondstadt.

Living situation: owns his own apartment in the International District of Ritou; occasionally travels back to Mondstadt to visit friends and family.

Born into a musical dynasty family, with a revered mother in Mondstadt's indie folk music scene

He chose to follow his own path as a solo artist, and without his mother’s aid he was able to grow his talent, playing concerts at pubs and small venues

Caught the attention of a BB Entertainment while performing as a supporting act at a festival

Despite his carefree and cheerful persona, he battles personal childhood demons and seeks solace wine

Xiao

Stage name: Alatus

Occupation: lead guitarist and sub-rapper of 6reeze; formerly a member of The Yakshas, a relatively underground Liyuean rock band.

Living situation: renting a small loft apartment in Ritou’s harbor district.

Grew up with an abusive single mother, enduring constant emotional and verbal torment

During his freshman year of high school, he stumbled upon Bosacius practicing drums, igniting a newfound passion for music in him

Formed a band with Bosacius and later joined by Indarias, Bonanus, and Menogias

Joined 6reeze after his previous band, The Yakshas, disbanded

Kaedehara Kazuha

Occupation: sub-vocalist of 6reeze, song writer and poet; passionate hobbyist photographer.

Living situation: resides in a small house near the outskirts of Hanamizaka alongside Heizou; he once used to live in the luxurious Tenshukaku district of Inazuma City.

Born into the noble Kaedehara clan, one of Inazuma's founding families

Witnessed the decline of his family's wealth, and found solace in composing songs for his close friend, Tomo, an aspiring musician

After the tragic loss of his friend, he embarked on The Crux, an offshore vessel, and explored Teyvat

Two years after sailing with the ship's crew, he joined 6reeze, determined to honor Tomo's memory

Shikanoin Heizou

Occupation: drummer and sub-rapper of 6reeze; hobbyist true crime podcaster

Living situation: currently living together with Kazuha in a small, cozy house in Hanamizaka, but he wants to move to Inazuma City’s Tenryu district

Grew up in a small village, forced to work alongside his father and learn martial arts

Went through a rebellious phase, joining an underground fight club

Became a drummer for a small band during his first year at university, and chose to embrace the art, giving up on his academic pursuit

Hosts a true crime podcast in his spare time, staying connected to his initial interest of Criminology

Aether

Occupation: bass guitarist and sub-vocalist of 6reeze

Living situation: he resides in a tiny apartment nestled in the International district of Ritou, located a few blocks away from Venti’s place

Grew up in Starfell Valley along with his twin sister, Lumine

As teens, they established a YouTube channel with a large following, creating covers of various songs

Performed as a musical duo at small venues and pubs until Lumine decided to step away to pursue a travel with her boyfriend

Scouted around the same time as Venti, so the two of them bonded quickly over their shared roots in Mondstadt

Author's note: sike, i lied, no waiting til the weekend, it's 4am but here's the rest of the profiles. Definitely will have to check for any spelling mistakes when i wake up lol

A little secret — i actually haven't watched Moriarty the Patriot yet 😪 it's there, on my to-watch list along with dozens of animes and movies and series and yea

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Rock Star - Chapter 17: Another Brick In The Wall (excerpt)

Several hours, toasts to Vinnie, good food, good drinks, and outbursts of many good songs later, a very inebriated group lounged around Jim’s living room. Jim pretended to grouse, but he was enjoying himself.

Other than closed-again drapes, and the security, this really is the steam everyone needed to let off.

Sebastian and Killian for Jim, along with Murphy and Ellison for Irene’s day shift were officially off-duty once their night shift replacement arrived, and had also indulged in drink. Not to the levels of the rest, oh but enough.

“It’s been a while since you entertained like this. You definitely need to do this more often.” Moira teased as she shook her head. “Just more than an hour’s advance warning next time?”

“Kind of ruins the meaning of an impromptu salon will commence darling.” Jim, idly playing at the piano, teased.

“Did you say ‘an impromptu salon?’” Backup singer Julia Garrick, wobbly made it to a standing position, drink in hand. “As in…” she cleared her throat and deepened her voice. “...an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner?” 

“Oh my god! I LOVE that song!” LaMarque jumped up excited. 

“I have to admit. That whole production is a guilty pleasure of mine, especially that song. I know ALL the words.” Sebastian admitted sheepishly.

Oh! And he immediately regrets he has said that out loud - Sebastian Moran you are full of surprises!

“What? No! How the fuck did I, ME! How did I NOT know that?!” Murphy hooted. “Jim! Jim! Jim! Please say you know the music. THIS? Oh, I have to…”

Sebastian tried to stop Murphy who never finished the sentence as Jim immediately played the opening notes.

“Sonofabitch. You’re gonna make me prove I know it now, aren’t you?” Sebastian groaned as the taunts of the rest coaxed him.

“Fuck yeah!” Jim grinned evilly as he sang the opening and gave Sebastian a look that dared him to not follow through. “

🎶 Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes…🎵"

LaMarque and Julia joined in …

“🎶 Dies irae, dies illa, kyrie eleison Yitgadal v'yitkadash 🎵“

All but Murphy were surprised by Sebastian’s singing as he came in on beat. 

“🎶 Here she lies… No one knew her worth… The late great daughter of Mother Earth…🎵"

He… He has a VOICE! He can hold his own… Damn…

No one batted an eye when Sebastian sang “🎶we raise our glass…🎵” 

Only Sebastian was not surprised, still all completely lost it when Murphy of all people stood on the couch, dropped trou and pants, and wiggled to “🎶you bet your ass to…🎵”.

Murphy has a tattoo of a bullet?!

Still, everyone was ready and came in on the refrain…

“🎶 La vie boheme! 🎵"

Once Edie joined in with Jim’s guitar… it was ON!

Other than a small debate that turned out to be the difference in stylings between the broadway show versus the movie, Sebastian, Jim, Irene and LaMarque proved to be the experts on the song. 

It was also a very good thing that Jim’s condo was the entire floor and had excellent flooring that muted the sounds, so his downstairs neighbors were not disturbed by the near dozen bodies that jumped, danced, acted out, and of course joyously sang the number from “Rent”.

After everyone pretty much dropped to the nearest seat at the close, Jim, still at the piano idly played the intro to “I’ll Cover You”

“Nope, that’s the reprise - I’m in too good of a mood to go all maudlin now.” LaMarque stood. “Lord have mercy, it’s half two! And on that note - I bid thee adieu.”

And like dominoes falling, once the idea was planted, good nights were being spoken. Soon - that really was not soon at all, Jim was ordering Moira to leave whatever mess there was until the morning, well later in the morning given the time, and sent her home. 

It was only as he said goodnight to Perdomo on the night shift and closed his door did he realize there was one person he had not recalled bidding goodnight to.

Sebastian left without saying goodnight. 

Jim did not want to think about why and how much that stung, because it did. He flipped off the light switch that plummeted the main floor into near darkness. The only lights being the safety lights on the stairs to his bedroom and two very dimmed canned lights by the draped windows he was not allowed to stand near. It was dark near the door where he stood, but it was his home, he knew every inch by heart and did not need the light and he turned to head for his bed.

Cad é an ifreann?!/What the hell?!

Jim sensed it… 

Something in the dark… 

Something that was not right... 

Something that was not right, and moving fast…

Something that made Jim instinctively reach for the blade hidden behind the curio…

Something that made a near inhuman sound before it knocked Jim to the floor… ----------------------------- Read the full chapter HERE:

Read from the beginning.

[obey-me-headquarters]

I think I came up with a funnier idea of Cove, Mc, and Baxter meeting after Baxter's vacation Sunset Bird.

So in this... au? Possible future fan fic? You and Cove have been friends since you two were children. A shy friendship slowly blooming into you two becoming best friends over the years. Cove always knew he felt something different towards you that he never did towards any of his other friends. But he was content to label it as you being his best friend, his neighbor, someone who was there for him during his childhood.

Until Baxter shows up for the summer. With the idea of you two growing apart after the summer being a constant on his mind, Cove is unsure about your relationship. He was initially unsure about Baxter, but after accidentally spilling his unsure feelings to Baxter after a stressful night, he learns how thoughtful Baxter can be, while also catching an intriguing glimpse into a more cynical part of Baxter.

Baxter, on the other hand, was excited to meet and contact with his neighbors during his summer vacation. Especially after seeing how attractive you and Cove are. He figures that his catches for a summer fling would approve if he was open about his willingness with both of you. But it doesn't take long before he notices the careful dance you and Cove are doing around each other. So he decides to sit back and not interfere, believing that his advances would only complicate matters.

But when Cove confesses to his unsure feelings, he decides to take a more active role. Like a bystander in an interactive romance show, he decides to try his hardest to push you two together. You'll think fondly back on the neighbor who helped you and your childhood friend get together, right?

So he spends time together with the two of you with the purpose of trying to set you two up together. But you're not letting him get away that easily. Pulling him into the action, Baxter finds himself falling between you and Cove instead of off to the side.

This only makes him more determined to set you two up together, in the hopes that neither of you would see him as some sort of homewrecker. He books an extra room in the lodge and invites both of you there with the belief that a change in scenery would draw you two together. Not sparing a moment to think that you and Cove would be appreciative of the man who took them there and want to spend time with him too.

Slowly, you and Cove draw Baxter closer to you two.

Cove doesn't know why, but he feels weirdly at peace when the monochromatic man is near. His steady sophistication and charm being a constant he finds himself relying on. How Baxter is sociable in ways he always struggled with, and something he finds he admires.

And slowly, Baxter finds himself longing for both you and Cove's company. The idea that his involvement only being needed to play matchmaker slowly fading as he enjoys both your and Cove's company. As he lets himself feel included, feel wanted. Yet the idea of him somehow ruining the relationship you built if he ever acted on his feelings being a constant stress on his mind.

Until finally, the last day of Baxter's summer vacation arrives. The last day of summer stressing Cove out as he worries about the future. Will you two remain friends? Will he ever talk to Baxter again?

This stressful evening, when Baxter fills like he's reaching his breaking point. He so desperately wants to hold onto you and Cove but he feels like you two wouldn't feel the same way. That he failed the one thing he was supposed to do in getting you two together killing his confidence.

So he invites you and Cove out to drinks in the hopes that seeing two actors downplay their feelings for each other and help them confess would be the last push for the two of you to confess. Yet that is not the case, as you and Cove go back to his rented condo not getting the very obvious hint.

Defeated Baxter brings out the alcohol. Normally Cove would refuse but he's been feeling off ever since he left the lounge, the play getting to him more than he thought. So he agrees to try a drink.

Only one drink becomes two, becomes three, and more. Cove doesn't understand how many drinks it takes to get drunk. While Baxter has refined from ever truly getting drunk in front of others in the fear of what he'll might do in front of them when he's not in complete control of his mannerisms, he can't help but miscount how many drinks he had himself, causing him to also get throughly wasted.

You're not sure who makes the first move in your drunkly haze, but suddenly, someone's lips meet someone else's, and the dam breaks. A summer worth of sexual tension is unleashed as the three of you are on each other. Cove learns how to kiss with tongue, Baxter finds that he likes partners that are taller and stronger than him, and you learn just how sensitive Baxter's neck is.

Yet when you awake the next morning, a headache thudding between your ears, you find the condo devoid of any monochromatic men.

While Baxter isn't a morning person, when he awoke last night, his throat dry and in desperate need of water, only to find himself tangled between you and Cove. The last hours passing behind his mind in a blur, he remembers everything. With a panic he has never felt before, he rushes to quickly and quietly pack up and leaves the condo hours before he's supposed to. On pure regret, panic, and fear, he drives the rental car back his acquaintance's house and leaves it there before calling a cab to the airport.

No amount of calling or texting receives any answers from him, neither you or Cove are able to get in content with him.

The sting of rejection and ghosting, along with the awkward night leaves you and Cove on shakely grounds. But you two are dedicated to each other and remain friends, and in a few years' time, you two agree to move in together. Both you and his ambitions taking you out of Sunset Bird and into a nearby city.

You two get an apartment together, and in the haste of moving you neglect to meet any of your neighbors until you're fully packed in.

And whose face do you see when your next-door neighbor opens the door by the same neighbor you shared all those years ago?

Baxter would normally be more polite and take the initiative to introduce himself to the neighbors himself, but being so new at the company he often got saddled with rush jobs and he found himself too busy to knock on your door for the few weeks. Until you two finally get settler and knock on his door yourself.

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The fic? Au? Bascially continues with Baxter trying so desperately to get out of this situation, but in game he says that the apartment he's living in is in "his name" so either he's renting it or he owns it. Which makes it hard to pack up and ghost you and Cove again, lol. Especially since this is when he's still new to his company, so he doesn't have a lot of extra funds to just pack up his life and move.

I'm unsure if I want to have Cove and you date when you two are moving in with each other. It makes sense from a character perspective, while Cove was a lot more unsure of himself in his teen years, being a adult he becomes bolder and would definitely ask you out sooner or later. But it is very funny to imagine that you two have somehow gotten worse with how much you dance around each other. Which greatly pisses off Baxter, like, "You're STILL not together?!?!"

Idk, what are yall thoughts? I might run a poll or something but idk how many of my followers are Our Life fans lol.

Idk the mental image of Baxter sharing a wall with two people he drunkly made out with and then ghosted is so funny to me. Like man is DYING inside.

[fakesurprise]

Of Spirits and Unwise Choices

The park was called Remedy, back when it was going to be be of those zero-sum-zero housing developments boasting about being green. But turning a park into condos proved a hard sell, and the only green was the money being thrown at the city and lobbies. The park had been half-torn up before they left and the city somehow had no funds to fix it even if they’d accepted a small fortune to ruin it. Remedy remained the name, the old truth of the park gone: a statement and warning. People stopped going to it. Stories spread.

You could see ghosts there, some people said. The kind that changed you, and weren’t really ghosts. Sometimes people went into it after dark and they never came out quite the same after. It wasn’t everyone, and it was always someone who knew someone rather than Lu-Ellen who you could just meet, but the stories stuck. No one had proof, but no one one disputed that they were true. Until Rexford. No one should name a kid that. But he was on the football team, cruising toward a scholarship at one of those universities that existed just as a sports stadium where academics were just a side hustle.

He went in there with six friends, overnight four months back. Girl Guides had the week before, but they were Girl Guides. You don’t mess with them. One of his friends was hesitant, everyone mentioned the scouts and laughed. Rexford hasn’t played a single game since. His other friends seemed fine, but he was all distant and quiet now. His parents had him on drugs to ‘bring him home’ like some kind of soldier with PTSD, but his other friends said they’d only heard voices and seen shadows and nothing else.

The team had tanked since, and Rexford wasn’t that important, so they were all lying. The city put up a new fence around the park. And tonight, well, tonight Dad and I had that fight again. What I’d do after school, if I had any ambitions, what kind of person I’d be. I don’t want to waste the trust fund from Uncle Ahn on schooling that would lead nowhere. We exchanged shouts, because Mom was away for work and not there to step between us. I slammed the door when I left and just walked.

I didn’t have a costume, despite it being Halloween. When anyone asked, I said my costume had been pretending not to be me for years. Some got it. Most didn’t. I’d left my phone, so I felt more naked than normal, and hadn’t even been aware I was heading to Remedy until I was there. Someone had taken bolt cutters to the fence in a couple of places, but there were two rent-a-thugs circling the park, and a police car a block away with people near it.

I used the distraction of some kids shouting at them and just walked up to the torn fence and into the park without much thought beyond proving something to Dad.

Beyond the fence was overgrown greenery and thin, gnarled trees. The park should have had large trees in the decade since the project ended, but everything looked wrecked. As if the park had decided to remind everyone of what happened to it. It was a silly thought, but I didn’t laugh. I realized, fifteen steps in, that I couldn’t hear the sirens that were close enough to hear.

I turned back, and the fence was there. It wasn’t a horror movie. ‘The world is that,’ is something Zhang would have said if he was here. But his family was on some vacation that let him out of school. They had Plans for him, and he was just going along with it. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to work in a pharmacy like Mom or help run a store like Dad did. The both wanted more for me, and from me, but we couldn’t agree on any of what that was. It was hard to win a fight when you couldn’t articulate what you were fighting for.

So I walked. I’d never been on a sport or team beyond a bit of soccer that didn’t care who I was. Everything else wanted labels like we were pieces of clothing and not people. The park still had a path, mostly overgrown. The benches were mostly broken, not that I was going to sit at them. Not even when I saw a than sitting on one of the benches. I’d never seen one of the spirits grandma talked about, but I could see through it: the spirit looked a little like a person, and somewhat like a flower.

“Hello?” I said.

“You should not be here. This is not a safe night. Not a safe place,” the spirit whispered.

“I can go,” I snapped, turning.

“I am afraid not.”

The path hadn’t changed. I could see the city over the stunted trees, but there was a coldness in the air that held me.

I made a noise.

A boy came down the path from further into the park. He was eleven, and took my fear away. Mostly because he was barefoot, wearing a kilt and blouse along with a formal vest, all of which had was white. He was wearing a white cloak done up to look like a ghost in a cheap movie, but looked very proud of it.

“Hi!” His grin was huge and friendly and somehow knocked the fear out of me.

“You should not be here,” the – not a than, not a spirit, something wholly other – whispered from inside the shadows.

“Oh! I shouldn’t be lots of places but! that’s often why I should be there.” The boy bounded over beside me.

“There is an evil spirit here. It isn’t wrong,” I said. “Run.”

The boy looked like he knew how to run.

Instead he let out a huge, impressive sigh. “Lots of spirits get all kinds of weirdy around Halloween you know!”

“This one has come freely,” the voice said, only it was more than one voice. Soft. Cold. Hungry. A loud pop filled the air, making my ears ring.

“– belongs to us now,” the spirits hissed.

“Wow! I know you’re extra hungry, but Chau isn’t that,” the boy said firmly.

“.... I never said my name.” My voice was funny to my ears.

“I am really jaysome at knowing names,” the boy offered. “Mine is Jay!”

Somehow, the park felt less cold. I could almost see shadows dissolve, fading and folding away like some kind of alien origami.

There was a sound, a hiss, a feeling I had no words for.

“There’s no need to be mean-face,” Jay said, and the boy had my right hand in his left, casual. “Chau made a mistake, because people do that and! sometimes they’re just mistakes that aren’t oopses so we’re going to leave.”

“NO.” It wasn’t a voice, it was something felt instead of heard.

“Man. I promised Honcho I wouldn’t do anything scary at all today and sometimes that’s really hard when you’re not scary but you can scare people,” Jay said.

Somehow, that made sense.

“But I’m not alone because of very good reasons,” Jay added proudly. “I brought Charlie and she’s really good at doing helpings.”

The woman who came from the direction of the hole in the fence I’d come from wasn’t in a hurry. She moved like she was resigned: 20s, also dressed up like a ghost but in her case she just had a black sheet on. Her skin was proper goth-pale and she looked about at the shadows with a careful scowl.

“Hi, Charlie! This is Chau and they kind of got lost and! some spirits are not being jaysome,” Jay said firmly.

“And you haven’t hugged them yet?” Charlie asked.

“They don’t want to be hugged because they like being mad?” And Jay sounded so baffled at that that I had no idea why I thought he was an old as eleven even though I knew he was. That, also, made perfect sense in the moment.

“Mmmm.” Charlie glanced about behind me. “You’re not harming anyone tonight or ever again.”

The words weren’t a request. They weren’t even a demand. It was a casual fact of someone who knew they’d be listened to.

Something hissed in the darkness that wasn’t a spirit at all.

Charlie snorted. “You can’t scare me. Trust me on that. And Jay won’t let you scare Chau. So you’re going to let us leave without issue, or I am going to get cross with you.”

There was a cold, empty silence in response to that.

Charlie shifted slightly one shoe to another. “Don’t.” And she snapped the fingers of her right hand.

Nothing happened, that I could tell, but the sense of danger was gone.

“That wasn’t a proper exorcism: this is a bad night to do those, and I don’t think what is here deserves that treatment. The spirits have earned their anger, so I won’t take that from them. Unless you make me,” Charlie added, raising her voice slightly.

There was no reply at all, and we walked back to the fence without issue. Jay let go of my hand once we were outside it and bounded into Charlie to hug her.

“That was extra jaysome!”

Charlie laughed, ruffling Jay’s hair with one hand. “I do have my moments, and the park will be okay in time. It met you.”

The boy somehow grinned even wider, and then spun back to face me. “Do you want to be a ghost too? I made a lot of sheets into costumes!”

I hesitated.

“Sometimes it’s nice to not be seen, because sometimes we don’t want to be seen by us,” Jay said.

I stared at the boy.

Innocence stared up at me.

I put on a rainbow sheet, and got candy at six houses on the way back home. Charlie didn’t come up to the door. Jay always got extra candy, and talked to everyone like he was friends with them. Mostly he didn’t make sense, except to whoever he talked to.

I let him go to the last house alone and looked at Charlie. “I never told him my name.”

“Jay is good with names. Among many other things,” she said, dry and gentle. “You’ll find his name in your phone: only call if someone really needs help. Jay doesn’t stop helping once he starts.”

“He can do things, like you?”

“Not like me, but yes.”

“In the park, when the air went – odd?”

Charlie’s smile isn’t Jay’s. Nothing human can be that. But she understood, somehow, in ways only human. “Jay wasn’t going to let the spirits of that place misgender you no matter the promise he made to not do certain things. He knows things. And made certain I did to so I didn’t make a mistake myself.”

“Oh.”

“Yo should go home: your family is likely worried, and that park won’t be safe for a long time.”

“Even if you could make it safe?”

“Some places need to be what they are, unsafe or not. It’s not something Jay quite understands, but warning others will be wise. There are spirits there, even if they are not what you would call spirits and have shapes I hope you never know nor feel.” Charlie pulled out a phone from her pocket, checking a text like anyone else would. “Good. Honcho is done helping others who ran into the spirits, so we’ll see what the next town needs soon.”

“Thank you,” I got out.

“I’m just glad we could help,” she said, and walked over to Jay as he bounded back to us. They talked, and Jay waved, and I wasn’t surprised when Jay took her hand and they vanished. It wasn’t even surprising that no one else noticed that happen.

I finished the walk back home, went inside. Dad was in the living room, TV on to the news. He only listened to the news when he was worried.

“Dad?” He turned the tv off at my tone.

I stepped in and hugged him.

“Chau.”

“Thank you,” I said. “It was a good fight.”

“Pardon?”

“I needed a yell, and you let me. I’m good. There was – school stuff. Zhang. Just a lot, and the future is too soon and I’m scared.”

Dad let out a breath. “We all are. We all are.”

And we hugged again, and that was the only treat that mattered.

[belovedrival]

Random Wednesday thoughts

I sometimes feel like my brain is a ball in a pinball machine these days, ricocheting from one thing to another, before going back to the same spot.

My new job has been okay. Last week I didn’t get many hours, but already this week I’ve gotten more hours in, and it’s only Wednesday.

Jonas had an appointment with a specialist yesterday. He’s going to have surgery next month. It’s a minor one, an outpatient procedure, but I’m already trying not to let my worries take over. Oof.

Earlier this week I observed the other preschool class in session. They need an aide, and I said I’d be possibly willing to do it. I just wanted to observe things. It would be nice to do it; the teacher is experienced, the school is excellent, I’d be at school at least part of the time Jonas is there (not in his class). But I don’t know how I’ll manage getting hours in with my online job if I’m working there. Stay tuned.

Managing our schedules now with one car is difficult. If we had another car things would be easier. On the other hand, we don’t have the savings right now to get one. Meh. Money: don’t have it, can’t live without it.

I am DONE with summer. It’s been way too hot recently and our yard is looking dry and stubbly. I pretty much gave up on the garden when we got back from vacation a month ago, and I still need to get in there and clean it out. COOL DOWN, WEATHER.

There’s been an ongoing saga with my parents for…well, a couple years now. My dad is F I N A L L Y retiring next March. They sold the house they’d lived in since 2017 back in May of this year and are now living in an apartment. They haven’t made up their minds where they’re moving to once Dad retires, or if they have, they haven’t told me and my siblings their final decision. It’s between 2 places that are very far apart in distance: think of living in either Minnesota…or Texas.

The problem with this is they keep talking about buying a house in one location and either buying a condo or renting an apartment in another. 1 location near my sister (8 kids), the other near my brother (4 kids). I’m not offended at all that they’re moving further away from me. I just want them to MAKE. A. DECISION. My sister and I agree that Mom is more than ready to decide and move on (literally) but Dad is either stuck in I’m Still Working and I Don’t Want To Decide Now or he keeps hedging for a myriad of reasons. The not knowing what’s going on with them, plus my dad’s denial of his health issues (ongoing condition), drives us crazy. Mister very rationally told me that I need to make peace with not knowing (for now), but I find it hard to do because I don’t think the hedging and not making a decision is good for either of theirs’ mental health. Argh.

Anyway, I hope you’re having a good week. 🙂

[vannahfanfics]

Catching Crabs (And Feelings)

Word Count: 2750

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: Ochako and Katsuki go hunting for crabs on the beach the first night of their class' summer vacation. Turns out that they've already caught something else...

“Wow!” Ochako breathed in wonder as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and leaned over the white metal railing of the balcony, brown eyes gleaming as she gazed at the beach in the near distance. The full moon and the bright stars reflected on the indigo waves, making it seem like diamonds flickered in the depths; the frothing seafoam glowed in the soft white light, as did the dunes of pure white sand making up the slithering shoreline. The crashing of the water rang in Ochako’s ear, even several stories up on the condominium balcony. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands around her ears, savoring the gentle to and fro of the tide. 

Class 3-A had decided to pool their funds (and milk their parents’ pockets a little) to scrounge up enough money to rent a beachside condominium for a week of their summer vacation. Of course, considering their hero-in-training status, several of the U.A. teachers had to chaperone, but they were giving the students their relative privacy and were staying in the flat next door. They’d spent most of the day driving in, shopping for beach essentials, and enjoying a meal at one of the local seafood restaurants. Many of them were buzzing to hit the beach, but the night had closed in before they’d had the chance. 

Some of her classmates were debating going down to the pool as a substitute, but Ochako craved the squish of the toes in her sand and the deafening crash of the waves. She flitted back inside, leaving the glass sliding door open to allow the salt-kissed breeze to flow into the condo’s living room. She carefully picked her way across the collection of pallets and air mattresses strewn around the furniture (after all, they had to do their best to fit twenty-one students in a condo made for ten) to the collection of beach toys, inflatables, towels, and other odds and ends crammed in the entranceway. 

“Hey, does anyone wanna go hunt crabs with me?” she declared while plucking up a bucket and a shovel. She spun on her feet, beaming excitedly and holding up the plastic tools. “It’ll be fun!” 

“I dunno, Ochako, it’s kinda dark!” Tooru fretted from where she sat cross-legged on her air mattress, squirming. “I think I’ll just go to the pool… I want to show off my new swimsuit, anyway!” she gushed with a sidelong glance at Mashirao, who was leaning against the kitchen bar chatting happily with Koji and Rikido, who had all donned their swim trunks in preparation for hitting the pool.

Ochako puffed out her cheeks, annoyed that Tooru was abandoning her to flirt, and looked at the rest of the girls. 

“Mina and I are prepping everyone’s beach bags for tomorrow!” Momo reported from the couch, where she and the pink-haired girl were folding up towels and putting them in cloth bags, along with sunscreen, plastic bags for their cellphones, snack bars, and other necessities. 

“I’m going swimming too, ribbit,” Tsuyu croaked as she walked out from changing, sporting her cute frog-patterned two-piece. 

“Denki and I are going across the street to the surf store to check out the tee-shirts,” Kyoka reported, lounging on a bar stool while sucking on a popsicle. “Sorry, Ochako,” she added when the girl’s face obviously revealed how crestfallen she was.

All of her friends were otherwise busy, and the boys were all getting fired up about a pool volleyball tournament, so it seemed she wouldn’t be hunting crabs tonight. 

“Oh…” she murmured as her arms fell, the bucket swinging limply by her side. Each clack of the attached shovel against it made her heart clench sadly. “That’s okay!” she smiled, trying to cheer herself up. “We can always go another night. We’ll be here for a week, after all!” She knew that was true, but it didn’t really abate the disappointment much. 

As she was miserably setting the bucket down, someone hit her on the top of the head with a plastic shovel. 

“Oi, Cheeks,” Katsuki huffed when she looked up at him in shock. “What’s the deal, are none of us guys good enough for you? Didn’t bother to ask any of us.” 

“O-oh!” she exclaimed, heat flushing into her face as embarrassment flooded through her body. “I-I’m sorry, you all seemed so pumped up about playing volleyball, so I thought all of you were going to the pool…” she explained meekly, straightening up and rubbing the back of her neck. 

When she laughed nervously, Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly. He then just nudged her with his bucket, pushing her towards the door. 

“Come on. Let’s go, Cheeks,” he grunted, snatching up two flashlights and dumping them in his bucket while he continued to bump her down the hallway. Ochako could only sputter in confusion as he corralled her to the elevator. She clutched her bucket to her chest, staring down at the fancy tiled floor as her cheeks burned bright red. Her mind whirled in confusion, and she glanced at Katsuki out of her peripheral vision to see him standing there with his hands in his cargo shorts pockets and the bucket resting on his wrist, watching the numbers count down to the garage floor. 

I’m so confused! I know that Katsuki would much rather be playing volleyball with all the guys, so… why is he so adamant to take me crab-hunting? she thought wildly. The pleasant ding of the elevator provided no answer.

She meekly followed him out, walking in silence across the condo’s parking garage and through the gates that led to the pool. A few young teens frolicked in the water, splashing each other and laughing as they played Marco Polo. Several college-aged students lounged in the hot tub, drinking from red plastic cups.

They marched across the concrete poolside to a set of wooden stairs that had a gate leading to the beach. Katsuki lifted the latch and allowed her to pass, then followed behind her. She felt her hair stand on edge as he loomed behind her, prompting her to scamper across the sand-strewn wooden boardwalk down into the sand. 

“Here, Cheeks,” he said, joining her in the sand and handing her a flashlight.

She flipped it on, and the circle of white light puddled over the dunes, making the particles glow beautifully. Her flip-flops squeaked with each step as she sunk down into the thick sand, occasionally crunching on dried-up seaweed and discarded driftwood. She cast the beam of the flashlight around, and the light refracted on the crashing waves in the near distance. 

As they came to the shoreline, the thick white sand gave way to water-saturated, grainy brown. Ochako could see tiny white crabs scuttling in the surf. Their little pinchers waved to and fro as they dodged the swirling white seafoam; a few of them didn’t scamper fast enough, and their wee round forms were swallowed up by the frothing water and carried back into the sea. Occasionally, they’d come trundling back, disgruntledly snapping their claws as water dripped from their carapaces. 

Ochako skipped up to the edge of the water with a delighted squeal, sending a few of the crabs skittering away. 

“Look, Katsuki! They’re so cute!” 

“You can hardly see the little bastards,” he sniffed in disdain, leaning down with squinting eyes to inspect the crabs zig-zagging around the wet sand and leaving itty-bitty tracks in their wake. “Why do you wanna catch ‘em?” 

“Because it’s fun!” she answered, detaching her shovel from her bucket. She set the bucket down away from the surf so it wouldn’t be carried away before stalking along the shoreline, creeping up on the oblivious crabs. She snuck up on one plucking at some wet green seaweed; with a shout, she dove down with the shovel and scooped it up. She grabbed it by a little leg, holding it up triumphantly to Katsuki.

“My parents are of poor means, but every year we still made a trip to the beach. After the sun went down, we would all hunt crabs together!” she explained, ignoring the way the crab squirmed in her fingers and snapped irritatedly. 

She smiled nostalgically as she walked up to her bucket and gently dropped the crab in. It circled the bottom, tapping at the plastic sides, before relaxing to sit quietly and snap its little claws. 

“None of us get to see our parents often these days… I guess being at the beach made me realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen them, so I really wanted to go.” 

There was a period of silence, during which Ochako realized what she said. She snapped her hand to her reddening cheek, looking at him in embarrassment.

“So-sorry! That was weird, wasn’t it?” 

“No,” he huffed, tilting his head as he looked away at the rolling waves. “I figured it was something like that, which is why I dragged your ass out here,” he admitted in a small voice, walking up next to her to drop her bucket in the sand. Through the beams of the flashlights, she could just barely catch his face turning pink as she gaped at him in shock. “Wh-what’s that face for, Cheeks?” he snapped, grabbing her chin and squishing her chubby cheeks. 

“Nuh-nuting!” she squeaked through his grip. “I’m jusht shuprished…” 

He released her face with a small grunt. Ochako rubbed it, the nerves still tingling from where he’d teasingly grabbed her.

“That’s really nice of you… I know you’d rather be with the guys.” 

“Bah,” he huffed and turned around, shining his flashlight around to see the crabs scrambling about. “If I’d gone, I’d’ve spent the whole night thinkin’ about how sad you looked…”

Ochako inhaled quietly, the bubbly feeling of gratitude and awe rising up in her body. He did it because he didn’t want me to be sad… 

Smiling sweetly, she skipped up beside him. 

“You’re really sweet, you know?” 

“D-don’t call me that!” he cried, jerking away from her and hiding his face with a hand. Though his fingers covered most of his face, she could still see his bright red blush peeking out through the gaps. “Let’s just hunt these stupid crabs for a while and then go back, okay?” He stiffly dove down to scoop up some unsuspecting crabs, then cursed as he tried to pick it up and it pinched his finger. “Ow! You little fucker!” he said, dropping it into the sand and sucking angrily on his cut fingertip.

Ochako laughed, retrieving the crab and holding it up by its back leg. 

“Like this,” she said. He glared at the wriggling crab, flipping it off while he continued to suck on his injured finger.

Ochako laughed and carried the crab to her bucket, where it acquainted itself with the current occupant. As she turned back, a cold breeze rolled across the beach, making her shiver. Now that she looked at it, the water was a murky black, and the crashing of the waves seemed to echo unnaturally around them. 

“What, Cheeks?” Katsuki asked, squatting down and unsuccessfully grabbing at another crab. He scowled as it jumped away from its fingers and sought safety in the frothing water.

She walked up to him, looking around with scrunched eyebrows. 

“Well, it’s just… It’s kinda spooky.” 

“Wait, you gettin’ cold feet?” he sneered as he straightened up. He put the flashlight under his chin, casting strange shadows over his face. “Oooooooooo, I’m a ghost,” he warbled while wagging the fingers of his other hand.

Ochako snickered and pushed him in the shoulder. 

“Don’t make fun of me! It’s a little creepy out here!” she complained, stomping her feet in the wet sand. She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze blew, shuddering with cold and a little bit of apprehension. 

“Jeez. You’re such a girl,” he smiled with a roll of his eyes. She squeaked as he abruptly grabbed her hand, holding it tight. “Creepy sea ghosts or whatever, I won’t let anything happen to you. I am gonna be number one someday,” he grinned haughtily.

Ochako was too busy turning to mush to comment on his overwhelming self-confidence. 

He’s… he’s holding my hand… She certainly did feel safer. His hand was so warm and surprisingly comforting despite the hard calluses on his palms from his explosion Quirk. His skin was soft, probably from the nitroglycerin. A shy smile found its way onto her lips, making her sheepishly curl in on herself.

“Thanks…” 

“All right. Now let’s hunt some crabs,” Katsuki smirked, his red eyes glinting with clear affection. 

True to his word, he held her hand, which made it a little awkward when she stooped down to pluck up the crabs. Still, it was fun, too; she’d tugged on him playfully, making him stumble, and he’d respond by yanking her around randomly while they were trawling the wet sand for more critters. Soon the crab hunt was abandoned and they were just playing tug-of-war with each other, spinning around and kicking up sand. They stumbled into the surf, the water splashing around their calves. They stood there in the water, panting slightly with their cheeks shining in exertion, staring into each other’s eyes as the moon bathed them in its beautiful white glow. 

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Katsuki. It means a lot,” she said after a minute. “You’re a good friend.” 

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making her wonder if perhaps she’d said something odd. Then, he inhaled sharply, fear flashing in his eyes like he was about to tumble into the depths. 

“Do you really think I came out here with you because I wanna be a good friend?” His voice was soft and deadly serious, a combination that made goosebumps sweep over her arms and legs. She stared at him in confusion, heart thumping in her chest, as he stepped a little closer to her. “You know how I said I would think about how sad you looked all night?” He was still holding her hand, so he brought it up to his face; he held it between them for a moment, internally debating, before gently turning her hand so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of her palm. “I can’t stand the sad look on your face, Ochako, because I’m stupidly in love with you. Dufus,” he spoke gently against her skin. 

She pressed her lips into a thin line as a thousand feelings welled up in her at once. Her mouth continually opened and closed as her face tried to process the rapid succession of emotions she was trying to process, and what the hell she was supposed to say to that. 

“I can’t believe you just confessed to me and insulted me in the same sentence,” she managed finally, her tone flat.

Katsuki just snorted, his mouth still pressed to her hand. 

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” 

“No,” she laughed, his calm demeanor and snark allowing her to finally recover from the shock. She smiled warmly, eyes gleaming as he continued to peer at her over the tops of their linked hands. His red eyes glinted like rubies, making her marvel for the first time how beautiful they really were. “I have to admit, it’s surprisingly effective, too,” she said cheekily, biting down on the tip of her tongue as she raised her eyebrows suggestively at him. 

“Oh? Look at you, trying to flirt,” he chuckled, finally pulling his lips away from her hand to smirk at her. “Cute.” He used his free hand to swipe a finger down the bridge of her nose, smirk widening. “As much as I would like to stare at your round chubby cheeks all night, it’s cold as hell out here.” Now that he mentioned it, the temperature had dropped considerably as the sea breeze began to roll in. “Whadaya say we set the crabs free and get goin’, huh?” 

They tossed their collection of crabs into the waves, where they sunk to the sandy bottom and went about their crabby business. Hand-in-hand, they walked slowly back up towards the condominium, Katsuki swinging their arms in between them. Ochako had already been excited about their summer beach getaway, but now she was very curious as to what the rest of the week would hold. She knew one thing for sure—her new boyfriend was going to make sure that she would be as happy as she could be! 

[typingtess]

The settlements from the LAPD were what their lawyer promised – life-changing money after a life-changing encounter. Devin and Jordan Rountree were given separate settlements. That was a suggestion from their lawyer Ted Hoffman – two settlements, two recorded settlements for LAPD and two marks on the two officers' records. There was a written apology from Chief Davis with promises for retraining and changes.

Chief Davis promised its was a life-changing encounter.

Not changing LAPD. Or not changing much. For all of the Chief's talk about change, they were mostly promises, not much more. There were updates to protocols, a push for increased liaison officers between LAPD and the federal agencies working in the city. Training manuals were put under review.

Officer McNeil was put on a desk after he was retrained. He was three-years away from retirement. Under advice from his union lawyer, McNeil found a paper pushing job at Parker Center. For the rest of his career, he'd review security protocols at SoFi, Angels and Dodgers Stadiums and other large arenas for sporting events, concerts and other gatherings. He already lined up a security gig at the new Intuit Dome that began the day after his 50th birthday. He wasn't endangering that opportunity.

Officer Dubrons was retrained by LAPD and moved out to Topanga Division. 15-years away from retirement, Dubrons couldn't find as cushy a landing. He started sniffing around with several federal agencies but whenever he started getting some traction in the interview process, things would shut down suddenly. One friend at a three-letter agency said it wasn't the agent they pulled over but someone much higher in the chain of command who made it clear Dubrons was a hard no for any federal agency. Dubrons figured he's put in his time before retiring to some smaller department looking for a guy with big city experience.

But it was a life-changing encounter for the survivors.

With her settlement, Jordyn's medical school costs were largely covered. The little that was left over got her a studio condo near the campus. Devin wanted her to share a house with him – save that leftover money. No, she wanted her own place. It was time to be Jordyn and Devin, not Jordyn with Devin. When medical school was over, if she was leaving for a different city or a different part of Los Angeles, she'd have her degree free and clear and real estate to either rent out or sell. Dr. Jordyn Rountree would be on her way.

With Fatima's uncle Navid's help – Navid ran the third largest real estate firm in Los Angeles – Rountree found a fixer-upper. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms ranch, built in 1951, it looked good on the outside. Inside, both bathrooms were never updated and looked every minute of their 72-years. One bathroom had carpeting. One bedroom had paneling that probably looked great in the early 60's when it was put up but really didn't work now. There were mirrored walls in the living room and small bedroom – that would have to go. The kitchen was updated in 1977 – just in time to miss the avocado green period of American Kitchens.

While Navid had a dozen condos that were in turnkey condition lined-up, Devin wanted a house, he wanted a house in a good neighborhood. Navid's firm sold house on the block with all the bells and whistles for twice what Rountree was willing to pay. A little sweat-equity and some time, he'd have what Sam told him was the first investment in the rest of his life.

It was life-changing money after a life-changing encounter.

[pickalilywrites]

104th + Warrior (Pieck, Porco, Marcel) Modern Christmas party. Party is hosted by Historia, from a wealthy family and rented a place to host about 30 college kids. Yes, there will be chaos thrown into the mix.

thanks!! hope you had a good holiday :)

reiss rules

104th trainees. marley warriors. 2745 words. read on ao3.

Historia smiles graciously as all her friends gather in the communal area of the condo she’s rented for their winter vacation. It’s a condo meant to house several different parties, but she’s managed to rent the entire building for her whole friend group. Being the daughter from a large conglomerate family, money has never been a problem for her and she’s always been more than generous when it comes to treating her friends.  

“Welcome,” Historia says as her friends marvel at the cozy condo, “to our less than humble abode for the next week as we kick off our winter holiday. I hope you all enjoy your stay here, but we should go over some house rules first.”  

“Is the first rule ‘there are no rules’?” Connie asks hopefully. 

Historia laughs dryly in response. “No, but hopefully my requests aren’t unreasonable. These rules are only in place to make sure you guys don’t set this place on fire,” Historia explains. She pulls out her list of rules from her pocket and clears her throat. 

“You know, that’s much longer than I thought a list of reasonable requests would be,” Armin murmurs. 

Historia begins to read off her list, ignoring Armin. “First rule: Do not destroy anything,” Historia says. She looks over the list as her friends nod at the practical rule before continuing. “It should be noted that anyone who breaks any of these rules will lose any room privileges and have to sleep in the communal area.”  

“Communal area?” Reiner repeats. He gestures around the communal area they’re currently gathered in. “You mean this communal area? It that’s the case, then it’s not so bad. Of course, I’d rather have a place with a bed.”  

Historia clears her throat again, glaring at Reiner who shuts up immediately. “No intercourse in communal areas. No making a mess of the rental. No killing or almost killing other people including yourself.”  

At the last rule, everyone glances at Eren who seems oblivious at the attention. He even has the audacity to raise his hand and remark, “That last one seems kind of unnecessary. You’d have to be a real idiot to almost kill someone even on accident.” He doesn’t seem to remember that he’s responsible for at least five near death experiences within the friend group, two of which were his own.  

“I thought it would be good to go over any way,” Historia replies with a toss of her hair. She glances down the rest of her list and purses her lips. She folds it up neatly and tucks it away in her pocket. She can see the rest of her friends are beginning to get restless, eager to begin their winter vacation instead of listening to any additional house rules she might have. She’s gone over the important ones anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? Without further ado, Historia clasps her hands together and announces with a smile, “The other rules are just common sense. Most importantly, though, let’s all have fun together!”  

Her friends cheer, excited to finally let loose and begin their vacation. 

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The first ones to be banished to the communal area are Annie and Reiner. It surprises many of them because Annie tends to keep to herself even when around friends. When hearing the details, it becomes obvious that Annie and Reiner would end up in the communal area. The situation was set up in such a way that banishment was inevitable for them. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Reiner protests before Historia finalizes his exile. He points towards Annie and the broken dish she had thrown at him. Had his reflexes been any slower, he undoubtedly would have been escorted to a nearby medical facility to treat his wounds. “How is any of this my fault?”  

“Everything is your fault,” Annie growls. She’s only barely being held back by Marcel and Porco. Both brothers are struggling to keep her from lunging at Reiner.  

“You can’t possibly punish me for what is clearly an overreaction to taking a donut,” Reiner complains, but Historia shakes her head. 

“It was the last fucking donut!” Annie shouts, lunging once more from Reiner only to be pulled back by Marcel and Porco. 

“If you were a complete stranger to the group, I’d understand,” Historia says, clicking her pen as she gets ready to record Reiner and Annie on her list of banished persons. She writes their names in her tidy scrawl and holds it up ceremoniously for others to see. “From today until the end of the holiday, Reiner and Annie will be banished from their rooms and made to sleep in the communal area.”  

This is the first morning after they had all arrived at the winter villa.  

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On the third day, a bat manages to get into the condo from the fireplace that Ymir had opened in an attempt to make smores. She had merely opened the screen to the fireplace a crack when the nocturnal animal flew through the opening and into the condo. Ymir had only stepped back in surprised and watched wide-eyed as the flying rodent flitted from wall to wall, crashing against the ceiling and windows as it tried to escape. Even though Ymir’s reaction to the bat is subdued, the sight of the bat flying around is enough to get Bertholdt shrieking. 

“Holy shit! Holy fuck, it’s a fucking bat!” Bertholdt shouts, flapping about the room like a chicken with its head cut off. Perhaps the only thing more surprising than the bat slipping into the cabin is the string of expletives that are escaping the usually mild-mannered Bertholdt’s mouth. It’s unclear whether he’s trying to shoo the bat out of the room or keep it from flying too close to him with the way he’s waving his arms. The bat is flying nowhere near him, so he’s mostly waving his long limbs and narrowly missing his friends. In his panic, he accidentally knocks over a vase and sends it shattering across the hardwood floor.  

“Ymir! Bertholdt!” Historia has to scream in order to be heard over the pandemonium. “What the fuck?”  

“I got it!” Porco says. He comes running with a broom he had found in the pantry, waving it around to get the bat to fly towards a window.  

“Ah, give me a second.” Marcel rushes towards one of the windows and pushes it open just in time for the bat to slip through and escape the ruthless bristles of Porco’s broom. Unfortunately, the glass window is not so lucky and shatters as soon as Porco smacks the broom against the window pane.  

Everyone stares at the shattered window. 

“Well, fuck me,” Porco says.  

Ymir, Bertholdt, Porco, and Marcel are banished to the communal area. 

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The next few days are relatively quiet. Even though those that are exiled grumble about how comfortable it is to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor of the communal area instead of nice, soft mattresses, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. They go through different activities each day: snowboarding, skateboarding, ice skating, and lazing around by the electric fireplace (as everyone has learned to avoid the brick fireplace). The next banishment takes place on the sixth day of vacation.  

“I don’t see why you’re insisting on helping me cook,” Niccolo says. He’s been trying to convince Sasha and Connie that he didn’t need any assistance in the kitchen. He’s already been cooking for everyone for the past week. He suspects that the two troublemakers are just there to taste test everything he makes except each sample that Sasha and Connie taste only leaves Niccolo with half of whatever he made in the first place. If he wants everyone to have enough food, he’s going to have to get them out of the kitchen.  

“Oh, come on, Niccolo. You shouldn’t shoulder this burden all by yourself. Just think of us as your sous chefs!” Sasha says. In truth, she probably would be helpful in the kitchen if she didn’t eat everything in sight. That’s much more than whatever Connie can offer.  

“I can help, too!” Connie says, puffing out his chest proudly even as Niccolo eyes him wearily.  

“You guys can both help by getting out of the kitchen!” Niccolo says at the same time a pan behind him goes up in flames.  

He had been making stir fry on the stovetop alongside some seafood soup he had been preparing for dinner. Normally, he’s able to multitask and cook different dishes easily, but Sasha and Connie have distracted him from watching the food properly and now his stir fry is burning. He curses under his breath and reaches for the pan cover to starve the fire of oxygen, but before he can Connie comes at the fire with a bowl of old pasta water that Niccolo hadn’t bothered to get rid of yet. 

“Don’t worry, I got this!” Connie shouts and then tosses the pasta water onto the fire. 

“No!” Niccolo cries, but it’s too late. He only has time to grab Connie and Sasha before the fire shoots up behind them and the room fills with smoke. The fire alarm overhead immediately starts to blare and the sprinklers go off. Niccolo looks cautiously behind him and the fire still blazes although not as explosively as it had when Connie had added water. He hurriedly grabs the pan cover from before and places it the fire and waits for it to die out. 

That night, Niccolo, Sasha, and Connie are made to sleep in the communal area with the rest of the banished. For the remainder of the vacation, Historia orders takeout for everyone to eat.  

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Historia catches Marco and Mina red-handed with splattered paint all over the floor. Apparently, they had gone to fetch something out of Jean’s bag for him. They were being a bit too rough rifling through Jean’s bag and had squashed a tube of red oil paint which had then burst and stained the ornate rug on Jean and Marco’s shared room.  

“I feel like you guys are intentionally breaking things and making a mess,” Historia sighs, pressing her fingers to her temples in a futile attempt to stave off her incoming migraine.  

“I don’t really understand why you need everything spick and span,” Connie grumbles. The communal area is nice, but it’s taxing on one’s back to be sleeping on a hardwood floor even with a layer of sleeping bags and blankets in between. “It’s not like you don’t have money to pay for damages.”  

“If I’m an awful guest, I can’t keep renting properties because most landlords don’t want to rent their properties out to people who will destroy everything,” Historia growls.  

“Why didn’t we just go to one of your family’s properties?” Pieck asks. 

“Because I don’t want you guys destroying my family’s properties either,” Historia replies. She points at the large, red paint stain on the rug. “Can you guys really complain when this is a common occurrence? We’ve only been here for a week and I don’t know if there’s a room you all haven’t made a mess in.”  

“I can clean it!” Jean says hurriedly. He takes a t-shirt from his luggage case and furiously rubs it against the stain. Unfortunately, it only makes the stain worse and smears red paint against more of the rug. He looks up at Historia, pleading, “Please, Historia! Don’t make me sleep in the communal area with everyone else! I’m a light sleeper and Reiner sounds like a locomotive on the verge of a breakdown when he snores! I’m never going to get enough sleep!”  

Jean getting on his hands and knees to beg isn’t enough. He, Marco, and Mina are all banished to the communal living room to sleep at night with the rest of their friends. 

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Eren, Mikasa, and Armin are banished soon after. It’s a miracle that they weren’t exiled before considering how much trouble Eren gets into on a normal basis. On this particular occasion, Eren had only narrowly avoided killing his friends after trying to show Armin and Mikasa that he could snowboard backwards down the slope even though they specifically told him not to. He had gone barreling down the snow with an ecstatic wave. Below him, his friends were innocently gathered in conversation, oblivious to the danger that was about to threaten their peace. It was only due to Mikasa and Armin’s intervention, i.e. hurrying down the slope after Eren and grabbing him by the arms to slow down his momentum, that the injuries are just a few minor bruises and scrapes.  

“I’m honestly proud for making it this long before being banished to the communal area,” Eren says with a grin as everyone glares at him. He still has snow clinging to his hair and clothes.  

“Goodbye, cozy bed,” Armin mourns. 

“It’s okay. We only have a few more days left anyway, and there are more people sleeping in the communal space than there are people with their own room,” Mikasa points out. 

“Yeah, it’s actually kind of fun. It’s more like a sleepover now than a punishment,” Bertholdt says, but he shrinks back behind Reiner when he sees the glare that Historia shoots him. 

The trio ends up in the communal area with the rest of their friends for the night, packed onto the floor like sardines. It’s getting quite crowded in the living room, but it’s quite cozy, too. Like Bertholdt had said earlier, it’s less like a punishment and more like a slumber party.  

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ 

Pieck sneaks out of her room and down to the communal area in the middle of the night. Even though she treads lightly, she still wakes a few light sleepers who grumble as she avoids stepping on people as best as she can. There’s hardly any free space on the floor. A few couches are free, but everyone has opted to sleep on the floor for some reason. Pieck tries to find an open space to spread her sleeping bag and manages to find a narrow gap between Marcel and Porco. 

“Excuse me,” she whispers in a soft melody before spreading out her sleeping bag. She tries to do it gracefully, but the edge of her sleeping bag still smacks Porco in the face, rousing him awake. 

“Pieck, what the fuck are you doing here? Go sleep in your room,” he groans, but he nonetheless rolls over to make room for Pieck’s sleeping bag. He rolls back once Pieck takes her place beside him, cuddling up by his side. “There isn’t room here for any more people.”  

“It’s so lonely up in my room there, especially when I know everyone is having fun together down here,” Pieck says. 

“We’re not having fun,” Connie gasps, throwing open the flap of his sleeping bag. “It’s too hot here. We’re all being punished whether we were responsible or not!”  

“Isn’t this a war crime? Collective punishment?” Marco asks. 

“It’s a violation of the Geneva conventions,” Armin murmurs. It’s unclear if he’s awake or if he had answered the question in his sleep.  

“Can everyone shut the fuck up? I’m trying to sleep,” Jean groans before pulling his pillow over his head.  

There are a few more grumblings but everyone soon settles down. Just as everyone is falling asleep, more rustling is heard as someone tries to navigate the maze of bodies on the ground. 

“Who is it this time?” Reiner grumbles, getting up to turn on the lamp on the side table next to him. He pulls on the cord to turn on the lamp and everyone groans at the sudden burst of light. It takes their eyes a few minutes to adjust, but everyone is surprised when they notice someone new has also joined them. 

“Historia?” Sasha asks, brows knit in confusion. “What are you doing here?”  

Historia scowls as everyone sits up to stare at her. She doesn’t answer Sasha’s question immediately. Instead, she makes her way to a small, open spot next to Ymir and sets up her sleeping bag. “You guys were being too loud. I figured I might as well join you.” Her words are unconvincing, but nobody dares to question her less they be banished somewhere else less savory, like out in the freezing snow.  

“Good night, everyone,” Mina says sleepily.  

Before long, everyone is fast asleep in the wide living space, cozied up together as they enjoy the last few nights of their winter holiday.  

[candycandy00]

Little Miss Nobody Part 2 - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’re a weak, lowly sorcerer who barely qualifies as an assistant, but you get the opportunity to work on a mission that includes THE Gojo Satoru. Unbeknownst to you, he finds you incredibly attractive despite privately looking down on you as a nobody. On the last night of the mission, he invites you to his hotel room. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Gojo x short/thick/curvy fem Reader. Rough sex, hair pulling, light bondage, etc. Gojo is unintentionally an asshole.

The next few weeks, Gojo filled his schedule with missions and teaching at the high school, trying to go back to his normal routines. After all, he’d had quick flings with lots of people, and he had no trouble forgetting all about them later. But somehow, he just kept being reminded of Little Miss Nobody. 

One of his students bought fancy sweets from a shop in town and shared them in class, and they tasted just like the ones she had made in the condo. A woman who passed him on the street wore the same perfume as her. He cracked a dumb joke while talking to Shoko, who didn’t react at all, and found himself thinking, “Little Miss Nobody would have laughed at that.”

While on a recent mission, he’d fucked another sorcerer, one who very clearly had no long term interest in him. Even while thrusting into them, all he could think about was how she had looked, whimpering and moaning beneath him. He could remember far too clearly how her lips had felt on his cock, how she clutched his arms, how she tasted. 

Worst of all, he couldn’t shake the image of her hurt, teary face right before she ran out the door. He really hadn’t intended to hurt her. But he knew he shouldn’t have fucked someone who clearly had feelings for him. 

He was heading for the meeting place for a new mission that would be starting in two days. It was expected to be completed in a week, just luring out and exorcising a powerful curse and a group of lesser curses that had gathered around it. They had been seen near a middle school and an apartment complex, so it would take a few days to evacuate the area. 

Gojo reached the hotel suite that had been rented for the team to use, and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door slid open, and he found himself face to face with Little Miss Nobody. 

She looked surprised, but not shocked. Meaning she must have known they would be working together again. He wondered how she felt about that as his eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, traveled up and down her form. 

God, she looked good. Wearing a cropped sweatshirt that revealed a thin line of skin at her soft waist with a denim skirt over a pair of dark tights, she was just as unbelievably sexy as he remembered. He was thinking of how easy it would be to hike up that skirt and rip her tights when she spoke. 

“Uh, hi. It’s been a while,” she said in a friendly tone that seemed forced. Without waiting for his reply, she turned and walked back toward the main area of the room. 

He watched her ass as she left, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to grab her and drag her into the bathroom where he could fuck her against the sink. 

But he couldn’t do that. In fact he couldn’t touch her at all. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Even if she’d be willing to sleep with him again, and that was a big if considering she was presently standing as far away from him as possible and refusing to look at him, it would only reopen the wound and pour salt inside. He wouldn’t do that to her. 

He tried to focus on the meeting, to pay attention as everyone went over the specifics of their plan. But being in the same room with her made that very difficult. His eyes kept drifting over to her. He kept imagining her on her knees between his thighs, his cum all over her pretty face. 

What was wrong with him? He’d never gotten so hung up on anyone before. Usually he lost interest after he fucked someone, easily moving on after he’d satisfied his desire for them. But in this case, sleeping with her only seemed to make him more hungry for her. 

Looks like he’d be taking extra long showers this week. 

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You definitely never wanted to work with Gojo again. Not after everything that happened last time. You were deeply embarrassed. Not only had the two of you done extremely intimate things, but he’d casually brushed off your silly attempt to be his friend. Looking back, you should have known better. Gojo was an elite among elites. He didn’t associate with people like you. 

So when you first heard you would be working with him on another mission, you asked to be reassigned. Your superiors asked for a reason, but you couldn’t give them one. “I let Gojo take my virginity and then he basically told me to get lost” wasn’t something you told your boss. So your request for reassignment was denied, and now you found yourself standing in the same room as him, trying to blend in with the wall. 

He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to you, but it was hard to tell through those sunglasses. Maybe he didn’t even remember you. He’d probably slept with a lot of assistants on missions. You were just one more pathetic girl who tried to reach toward the sun and got burned. 

You were glad you couldn’t see his eyes. It hurt to think about how beautiful they were. It was bad enough seeing his tall, toned frame in the middle of the room, his hair falling across his forehead in that stylishly messy way that he’d perfected. 

The meeting ended, and Gojo made no attempt to speak to you. Either he didn’t want to make things even more awkward, or he really had forgotten you. Both were equally possible. 

You were the last one to leave the suite, being given the task of tidying it up in preparation for the next meetup. Some tiny, desperate part of you hoped Gojo would come back after everyone else was gone and tell you he hadn’t meant what he said last time, he really liked you and wanted to get to know you, and then… take you roughly on the table. 

It was such a stupid, delusional fantasy, one you’d tried very hard to shove from your mind. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted him to rip your clothes off and shove you onto the table, then fuck you hard until you were a crying mess. But only after telling you he wanted to have a relationship with you, be it friendship or something more. If he couldn’t do that, then having sex with him would only break your heart all over again. 

In the end, Gojo never came back that night. Because of course he didn’t. 

*********

Two days later, the mission officially began. The first part was fairly boring for Gojo. It was mainly about protecting the people as they were evacuated because of a supposed gas leak. The special grade curse hadn’t yet made an appearance, but several weaker ones had tried to hassle people. The assistants were capable of taking care of them, and Gojo only had to step in if they were being overwhelmed. 

Little Miss Nobody had only been sent out once, as she was more useful doing menial but necessary tasks at the condo. She fielded complaints from confused people forced to leave their homes and made reports. 

Gojo avoided her, mostly because she avoided him, and he didn’t want to make an uncomfortable situation worse. Also because being near her tested his self control. 

But as much as he tried to convince himself that his interest in her was purely sexual, he felt a strange sense of loneliness when he heard her talking with the others. He’d enjoyed her company on their previous mission together, and realized that he missed it. He missed the way she laughed at all his jokes, being one of the few people who got his offbeat sense of humor. 

Once he cracked a joke while she was in the room, and if he’d been a less perceptive man he might have missed the tiny giggle she tried to hold back. He didn’t know why he felt so smug about the fact that he could still make her laugh, but he did. 

One evening she made sweets in the kitchen. She didn’t specifically offer him one and he didn’t specifically ask, but she left a plate full on the counter before leaving for her own hotel room. After she was gone, Gojo went to the kitchen and ate three. They were perfect, melting in his mouth, coating his tongue with sugary goodness. He wanted to take the rest of them, but thought that might catch someone’s attention and she might hear about it. He didn’t want to give her the wrong idea. 

But what was the wrong idea? He liked her, quite a lot actually, but that didn’t change the fact that they could never be together as a couple. 

All his life, he’d figured the older folks in the Gojo clan would arrange a marriage for him once he was in his thirties. Most likely to a powerful woman from a prominent clan. They’d make a couple of babies together just so that he would have heirs but otherwise they’d live their separate lives doing whatever they wanted. Love wouldn’t be a factor at all. That’s how it was with marriages between elite members of Jujutsu society. 

He knew he would love his children regardless of who the mother was, and that was enough. He’d already felt paternal instincts toward some of his students, so despite the many flaws in his personality, he was confident that he would be a good father. 

An image suddenly popped into his mind, of Little Miss Nobody cradling an infant in her arms. He stamped it out immediately. He wouldn’t allow himself to think about that for even one moment. It just wasn’t meant to be.

Because even though he’d mostly blamed the expectations of the Gojo clan, the truth was that he agreed with them. He had a certain status within this society, a reputation to uphold. Whether he liked this girl or not was irrelevant. She just wasn’t on his level, in terms of power, wealth, influence, or social standing. As crude as it was to admit, he really did feel like he was too far out of her league. He was the strongest, the Honored One. And she was, well, a nobody. 

**************

Five days into the mission, the special grade curse finally showed itself. You walked into the meeting room that morning to find people bustling about, gathering weapons and supplies. In the middle, Gojo was talking with the head strategist. An assistant you were friends with hurried by, but stopped when you called out to her. 

“It’s not just the special grade,” she said. “A bunch of low grades appeared at the middle school. It’s closed for now but we’re going to take out all the curses while Gojo deals with the special grade.”

You nodded, feeling tense already. Once every assistant had arrived, Gojo went over the plan, which was exactly what your friend described. Afterwards, you were packing up a few items in your bag when you noticed Gojo pulling the strategist aside and speaking to him. You stepped closer out of curiosity, and were shocked to hear Gojo saying your name. 

“She should stay with the car, be on standby in case something goes wrong,” he was saying. 

You bristled at that remark. Did he see you as so weak and pathetic that you couldn’t help at all? You knew you were a poor combatant but you were capable of exorcising weak curses! You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking up. 

“I can fight too,” you said, and Gojo looked at you, his blindfold making it impossible to read his expression. “There’s no reason to leave me with the car.”

There was a brief pause, then Gojo said, “Someone needs to be on standby in case there are injuries. You might need to get someone to a hospital.” His voice was authoritative. 

“But it doesn’t have to be me, right? Hikaru is exhausted. He was out late last night fighting low grades. We could switch and-“

“We’ve already planned this out and assigned roles,” he said, cutting you off with a finality you found incredibly irritating. 

You stared at him. “Do you think I’m that weak? That useless?”

His voice sounded devoid of all emotion as he replied, “Yes, I do.” Then he walked past you and out the door. 

After he was gone, the strategist stepped closer to you. “Look, I know Gojo goofs around with everyone and acts like our friend, but don’t forget who you’re talking to. He doesn’t like for people to question him, and he’s not someone you ever want to make angry. Have you ever seen him fight seriously?”

You shook your head. “No, why?”

The strategist suddenly had a fearful look in his eyes. “He’s a monster. He goes absolutely feral, ripping curses apart, those creepy eyes glowing, grinning like a maniac. He’s fucking terrifying.”

You didn’t say anything else, too hurt to form a response. Gojo had just said you were useless. You held back tears as you finished getting ready to go. 

An hour later, you were standing outside one of the cars, arms folded, waiting for the others to come back. They were inside the middle school, clearing it of curses. You got a report that the special grade had fled when Gojo appeared, and he was currently in pursuit. You knew he could take care of it, but you worried about the others. You hated that you were left out here when you could be helping them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a young girl walking toward the entrance of the school. You sighed and headed over to tell her she had to leave the area, but before you reached her, a grotesque curse flew out of the school’s double doors, startling you. 

The girl couldn’t see it, of course, but the curse headed straight for her. You didn’t have time to think. You had to act fast, so as you sprinted toward the curse, you pulled your bag free from your shoulder and flung it at the curse to get its attention. It turned its deformed face to you, and suddenly it was flying in your direction. 

Your old high school teacher had told you once that if you weren’t a good fighter, at least be a good dodger. You waited until the curse was right at you, then you dove to the side, barely dodging its claws. It whirled around and flew at you again, this time nicking your arm as you jumped out of the way. A small trail of blood trickled down to your hand. You dodged a few more swipes, then suddenly the curse rammed you with its whole body. You were slammed against the side of the car, knocking the wind out of you and leaving you on the ground, you’re back to the car. 

The curse hovered over you, its claw in the air, preparing to slice you open. You glanced over and saw the girl watching the scene with confusion. To her it must have looked like you were being attacked by an invisible monster. You shouted for her to run, and she backed up several steps but kept watching. 

You looked up as the curse brought its claw down, but before it could make contact with you, the curse seemed to simply… explode. You didn’t know what happened for a moment. It’s like the curse was obliterated down to the last particle. Then all of a sudden Gojo was crouched beside you. 

His voice was uncharacteristically frantic as he asked, “Are you hurt?!”

You stared at him numbly, still processing that you were alive. 

“Say something,” he demanded, his hand now gripping your shoulder. He’d pulled his blindfold down and was looking you over for injuries. 

“I’m fine,” you managed to say, your voice quivering. 

He found the blood on your hand and pulled your sleeve up, then gave a sigh of relief when he saw that the cut was shallow. “You scared the shit out of me,” he muttered, still looking for any other signs of wounds. 

Gojo? Scared? It didn’t make any sense. “What are you talking about?” you asked. 

He stopped and looked at your face, his beautiful eyes shimmering. “Huh? What do you think I’m talking about?! I came to help you guys out and found you about to be killed! Of course I was scared! Why the fuck do you think I wanted you on standby?!”

You’d never seen him angry before. You still couldn’t quite comprehend why he was angry. Why did he even care? You were nothing to him, but he was implying he’d singled you out to try to keep safe. You looked away from him, unable to bear the sight of those eyes. “Why are you pretending to care about me? I’m fine, so you can go help the others-“

His lips crashed into yours, cutting off your words. It was a desperate, hungry kiss, as if he needed you like air. You were shocked at first, unmoving, but then you kissed him back, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled you up with him, holding you in his arms, one hand in your hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at you with lovely, lust-glazed eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you this whole time,” he said. “It’s like you’re haunting me.”

You had tears in your eyes, relishing the way his strong arms felt around you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either! I thought you wanted nothing to do with me…”

“Oh I want to do lots of things with you. And to you,” he said, a wild look on his face. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Your heart was thumping loudly. His words sent a thrill through you like nothing ever had before. You remembered the strategist saying Gojo went “feral” when he was fighting seriously. God, that sounded hot. You stood on your tip toes to get your mouth closer to his ear and said, “Go feral. Make a mess of me.”

When you pulled back to look at his face, you could see the change immediately. His eyes looked darker somehow, creepier, but still glowing. There was something unhinged in his expression as a crazed grin spread over his face. Ah, the strategist was right. Gojo Satoru was terrifying, and you’d never been more turned on in your life. 

***************

Minutes later, Gojo was inside Little Miss Nobody’s hotel room, tearing her clothes off as fast as he could, wanting to see every inch of her again. 

Earlier, when he’d seen the curse attacking her, his heart had nearly stopped. The thought of her being killed, the idea of never seeing her again, never hearing that cute little laugh, never talking to her, never touching her again, sent a shot of fear straight through him. It forced him to admit to himself that he wanted her in his life, in one way or another. 

But first, he wanted her naked. 

When she’d made it clear that she wanted him too, and best of all that she wanted him to go absolutely wild on her, it felt like something snapped inside him. He’d always wanted to cut loose and completely lose control with someone, but he’d always been worried that he would frighten them or accidentally hurt them. But this sweet little angel told him to make a mess of her, so how could he refuse? 

Once he had all her clothes off, he shoved her face down on the bed and climbed on behind her, lifting her ass up and spreading her thighs. He had a great view of her dripping pussy, and he hurried to open his pants. All he could think about was being inside her, stirring up her insides, making her scream. He roughly pressed her face down against the pillow and jerked her arms behind her back, causing her to make a surprised gasping sound. 

He pulled his blindfold from around his neck and used it to tie her wrists together, which left her in what had to be an embarrassing and uncomfortable position. But fuck, she looked hot like that, her knees the only thing holding her up, keeping her ass and widely open thighs elevated while her face was smushed into the pillows. She was completely helpless, an adorable little lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. And she was so wet it was literally running down her plump thighs and making damp stains on the sheets. 

Fuck, he wanted to ruin her. 

He squeezed her ass with one hand, hard enough to leave bruises the shape of his fingers, and leaned over her. “What do you want me to do to my naughty girl?”

She had her face turned to one side, and tried to look up at him. “A-anything you want,” she said, her voice cracking. 

“Anything? Are you sure?” His hand moved down between her legs and felt the wetness there, lightly smearing it around. “What if I want to destroy this needy little pussy?”

She squirmed under his touch, her absurdly erotic body jiggling in all the best ways. But she managed to turn her neck enough to meet his gaze as she said, “Please, do it!”

He grinned as he grabbed the sides of her ass and shoved his cock into her dripping cunt, going all the way in, making her draw in a sharp breath and clench around him instantly. She was still so fucking tight, he’d never felt anything like it. He pulled almost the whole way out, then slammed back into her, beginning to thrust roughly. He could feel his tip hitting her cervix, and she made sweet little cries each time, her bound hands balled into fists, tears leaking out of her eyes. 

This was what he’d been craving. Her crying beneath him, coating his cock in her arousal, shaking and jerking with his thrusts, and loving every moment of it. 

Her moans and screams were partially muffled by the pillows, so he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, using it to pull her up so that she was almost upright. With her arms tied behind her back, her full breasts stuck out even more, bouncing each time he rammed into her. He reached around with his free hand and squeezed one of them, and she moaned as she arched her back. 

Still gripping her hair, he turned her head to the side, and leaned his own face around so that he could kiss her mouth. Her eyes stayed open, and she was staring at him in wonder. He couldn’t imagine what expression he was wearing at the time. He’d lost all sense of things like that as soon as he started fucking her, but from her reaction, he probably looked like a feral beast. 

Also from her reaction, the way her pussy clenched him, she loved it. 

His hand left her breast and slid down between her legs, his fingers quickly finding her clit. She gasped, moaning out, “Gojo!”

“Satoru,” he corrected her with a whisper in her ear. 

She didn’t say it, only making little “ah ahhh” sounds that were delicious enough on their own, but he wanted to hear his name in that cute voice of hers. “Say it,” he demanded, giving her clit a pinch that made her jump. 

“S-Satoru,” she said, breathing out his name in a sigh. 

His mouth found her neck, and he ran his tongue along it as his fingers aggressively stroked her clit, his cock still plunging deeply into her. 

“Satoru! Satoru!” She was crying out his name properly now, and he realized she was cumming around his cock, her whole body trembling and then going limp, only held up by his hand in her hair. He released her, letting her fall face first back onto the mattress where he continued fucking her as hard as he could until he came so deep inside of her, he imagined it filling her womb. 

When he’d finally bottomed out, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting. Her face was turned toward him, and she looked thoroughly blissed out. But after a few minutes, she wiggled a bit and said, “Can you untie me now?”

His eyes raked over her prone position, her arms behind her, her ass still in the air and her knees still spread apart. He trailed one hand over her backside. “Maybe I’ll just keep you this way,” he said. 

She wiggled again. “Very funny,” she told him. 

He dropped his voice to a low tone, staring into her eyes. “Who says I’m joking? Maybe I’ll take you home, tie you up in my basement, fuck all your holes every day…”

She laughed then. “You won’t. You’re not that kind of person.”

He grinned, rising up and untying his blindfold from her wrists. “Of course not. But thinking about it kinda turned you on, didn’t it?”

She eased her arms around in front of her, wincing slightly. They were probably sore. “A little,” she admitted, then snuggled in closer to him in the bed. 

He wrapped his arms around her. “We can do it just for fun sometime. Spend a weekend at my place, full of nothing but debauchery. Well, maybe debauchery and pancakes. But only those two things.”

She giggled, but then went silent. He looked down to find her asleep in his arms. He gave the top of her head a light kiss, then fell asleep himself. 

***********

When you woke up, Gojo was walking out of the bathroom of your hotel room. He was naked, glistening with water. He’d apparently showered. He dried off in front of you, seeming to enjoy the way your eyes drank in his muscular form. Then he put all his clothes back on except the blindfold. 

You were sitting up, the sheets pooled around your waist. Your whole body felt sore, but in a very satisfying way. You crawled out of bed and went to take a shower yourself. When you came out, already dried off, you hurried to find some clean underwear and pull them on. 

“I’m gonna head back first,” Gojo was saying. “It’ll look suspicious if we go back at the same time.”

You nodded. It probably wasn’t a good idea to let everyone know the two of you were sleeping together during an active mission. You pulled a pair of jeans up your hips. 

“Oh, and be sure not to mention this to anyone,” he added. 

You nodded again. That sounded reasonable. “Yeah, I guess we shouldn’t mention anything until the mission is officially complete.”

He stared at you for a moment, and you felt a strange sense of dread. “Actually,” he said, “let’s not mention it even after the mission is complete.”

You looked up at him after you pulled a T-shirt over your head. “Why not?” 

Again, he hesitated while looking at you. Those eyes made you suddenly feel nervous. They could be intimidating sometimes. “Look,” he said, and his tone of voice sent a spike of alarm through your heart, “this thing we’ve got going on between us, we need to keep it that way. Just between us. No one else needs to know about it. We can visit each other in private. You’re gonna come stay the weekend with me, right?”

You felt like he’d thrown a bucket of cold water on your face. “Are you ashamed of me?”

A third time, he hesitated. And the fact that he had to hesitate to answer that particular question said it all. “No, it’s not that. You’re beautiful, you’re sweet, you’re even stronger than I thought from what I saw today, but…” He trailed off. 

“But?” you prompted, dreading the answer. 

He sighed. “But I have a unique position in Jujutsu society. I can’t just date whoever I want. There’s a lot of expectations dumped on me.”

You tried to keep your voice from quivering as you said, “And I don’t meet those expectations?”

He looked you in the eyes again, and you almost flinched. “No,” he said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. You wiped them with the back of your hand. “So… I’m not good enough for you.”

He took one step closer to you, and you backed up a step in turn, causing him to freeze. “Don’t say it like that,” he told you, “it’s more complicated than that. But I want to keep seeing you. We can make this work…”

“And I’ll just be your dirty little secret?” The question escaped you without warning. You couldn’t stop yourself. You’d thought you wanted any sort of relationship with him, but to know that he was embarrassed of you? It hurt too much. 

He suddenly looked angry. “Hey, I’m the one who gets the shit end of the deal. In a few years I’ll be shoved into a loveless marriage with some boring woman I don’t give a fuck about.”

“And what will I be then,” you asked, “your hidden mistress?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure what else you want from me. What else did you think this could be?”

You stopped bothering to wipe your tears, letting them drip freely down your face. “You’d already decided all this before you kissed me back at the car, hadn’t you?”

He looked away from you. “Yeah,” he answered. 

You were shaking. “So you’ve thought all this time I was beneath you, not worthy of being your girlfriend, and you still came here and made love to me?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, and he didn’t answer. His silence was enough. 

“Oh God, you’re using me for sex! You just saved me today so you could fuck me again!”

He looked at you then. “That’s not true-“

“How could you do this to me? How could you make me think you care about me, make me think we could be together? How could you get my hopes up?! I feel so stupid, again. Maybe people are right about you. Maybe you are a monster.”

He stared at you, his expression cold and blank. He didn’t argue with what you said. 

Your heart was breaking and he just stared at you with those eyes that you loved so much. It hurt so badly you couldn’t stand it. You had to say one more thing. “All this time you thought I wasn’t good enough for you. But if this is how you treat people, maybe you’re not good enough for me.”

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again. He muttered, “I’m sorry,” and walked past you. He stopped near the dresser and laid something small on it, then left the room. 

You walked over to the dresser. Lying there on it was a single shimmering earring, one you’d been missing since your last mission with Gojo. Had he been holding onto it this whole time? You couldn’t even think about what that meant, because within seconds you collapsed to the floor and began sobbing. 

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[karebear923]

I just gotta put this out there! Cause there’s something that’s bothering me:

In the Japanese Cherry Magic they moved into Adachi’s apartment even though Kurosawa’s was bigger!! And closer to their job!! Like why would you do that!? It’s not a smart move! And yeah you can say that Kurosawa wanted to be surrounded by all of Adachi’s things and live in his space or whatever. That’s a romantic answer and I guess I can accept that but c’mon my guys make some logical decisions too! Lol 😅 maybe move into a different place altogether that can actually fit you both comfortably!

And now in the Thai Cherry Magic they make the same mistake of moving into the wrong place!! I mean maybe Karan’s condo is closer to their job and more fancy and luxurious but Achi owns a whole house!?!? Actual land is in his name!? Why wouldn’t you use that!? You’re gonna give that up!?!? In this economy!?!? I mean idk how the housing market is in Thailand but here in the U.S. it’s damn near impossible to afford a house these days! And now Achi’s just not even using his!

Cause no way is he selling the house yet, their relationship is still developing. I mean they’re together and we the audience know they’re endgame but any reasonable person would keep the land just in case they break up and they need to move back.

But if he is selling the house, would the condo sell for more? 🤔 Maybe the house is worth more and they’re gonna sell that instead? Maybe a whole house is too big for the two of them? Maybe Achi already feels like it’s too much for him to maintain and he’d rather get rid of it. That’s understandable, just not at this point in their relationship, not yet.

And the whole romantic angle can be argued here too like Karan wants to see Achi in his bed like he’s always imagined or whatever, but again this should be a logical decision lol.

Or maybe the explanation here is that Karan’s place isn’t a condo and it’s a rented apartment so they just have to wait until the rental contract expires to fully move into Achi’s house 🤔

Idk man, I’m convincing myself more and more now that maybe moving into Karan’s condo is a good choice 😅 but I stand by the fact that moving into Adachi’s apartment was the wrong move! 👏🏽