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VEILPUNK 9:52 âĄïž
Narrative parallels between [and MAJOR SPOILERS for] Dragon Age: The Veilguard and Cyberpunk 2077
Wake up, Samurai, we have a Thedas to burn. Letâs play a game:
Meet [V]/[Rook]. She is living her life as a [nomad/streetkid/corpo]/[Dragon/Crow/Lord/Watcher/Warden] when circumstances (aka, some kind of fuck-up) lead her to begin a new adventure with her friend [Jackie Welles]/[Varric Tethras].Â
The pair embark on a mission that involves a history lesson about a mercurial and rebellious [rockerboy]/[ancient elven mage] who made a questionable choice [50]/[8000] years ago when he [detonated a nuclear bomb]/[created the Veil]. That decision had dire consequences, but was done with good intentions: to take down a corrupt and powerful group â the [Arasakas]/[Evanuris].Â
Anyway, the job that [V]/[Rook] is on goes really, really bad: needless to say, we won't be working with [Jackie]/[Varric] anymore. [V]/[Rook] finds herself injured but alive⊠and the previously mentioned grumpy old [rockerboy]/[elven god] is now living in her head, somehow?!Â
[Jackie]/[Varric]âs fate is not the only consequence of [V]/[Rook]âs actions. In fact, the clock is ticking: if [V]/[Rook] does not find a way to fix her mistake soon, she faces certain death. Not to mention, she promised [Jackie]/[Varric] that she would take care of the [biochip]/[team] for him.Â
As she works to undo what she has done, [V]/[Rook] either bonds with the [Johnny Silverhand]/[Solas] living in her head, or hates him, or something in between. Thereâs lots of snarky jabs traded between mind-resident and host, but also moments of genuine understanding that build over time.Â
It is kind of weird walking around the world, though, because you see symbols of [Johnny]/[Solas]âs legacy in the form of [Samurai memorabilia]/[FenâHarel statues] pretty much everywhere... anyway.
In an optional questline, [V]/[Rook] can watch some of [Johnny]/[Solas]âs memories. She learns that his [nuclear bomb]/[creating the Veil] was about more than just fighting [corpo]/[godly] corruption. It was also about avenging the death of a woman he cared for deeply: [Alt]/[Mythal], who was killed by the [Arasakas]/[Evanuris]. [Alt]/[Mythal] and [Johnny]/[Solas] may have had a complicated and at times turbulent relationship, but there was no doubt he loved her. Thereâs also no doubt that [Johnny]/[Solas] feels, in part, personally responsible for her death.
[V]/[Rook] also gets to meet some of [Johnny]/[Solas]âs old friends: [Kerry]/[Dorian] and [Nancy]/[Morrigan], who both worked alongside him in [Samurai]/[the Inquisition], and [Rogue]/[Inquisitor Lavellan], a highly competent woman who [Johnny]/[Solas] had a romantic relationship with at one point (and who [Johnny]/[Solas] regrets not having treated better). [V]/[Rook] also meets some of [Johnny]/[Solas]âs greatest enemies from his past â like [Adam Smasher]/[Elgarânan] â and gets to make [Johnny]/[Solas] proud by kicking their asses on his behalf.Â
Finally, at the very end of the game, [V]/[Rook] can choose to either redeem [Johnny]/[Solas] or condemn him. They can even get help from a version of [Alt]/[Mythal] to do so!
Roll credits.
This is all to say: I love both of these franchises very much and, so it is very delightful to find all of these parallels between them. To be very clear, this is not an accusation of stealing or anything â stories echo, history rhymes, etc. â just an affectionate observation.
BUT.
It also highlights, for me at least, a few things Cyberpunk did well that Veilguard would have benefitted from incorporating. Namely:
A prologue based on character origin, where Rook meets/bonds with Varric, like V does with Jackie
More interaction between Protagonist and Guy Living in the Protagonistâs Head
Deeper engagement with the universeâs lore, particularly the setting and its impact on our protagonist. Night City feels like another character in Cyberpunk in a way that Veilguard's Thedas really does not.
The protagonist having a smaller scale, more personal investment in the outcome of events â Vâs race against the biochip is instantly understandable, and her tenacity and strong will to survive make her very easy to relate to and like. I never quite felt the same level of investment in Rook, and I think thatâs in part because her fight against the gods is so enormous in scale that it feels quite impersonal at times.Â
Story parallels aside, these two games are also both examples of games that were rushed through development and suffered for it. For Cyberpunk, that meant infamous technical failures; for Veilguard, that apparently means writing that is inconsistent at best and baffling at worst.
Fortunately, CD Projekt Red was able to add tons of post-release updates (and the excellent Phantom Liberty DLC) to Cyberpunk, that really helped it ultimately evolve into the game it was intended to be.Â
Unfortunately, I think it is extremely unlikely that EA/Bioware will ever give Veilguard the same treatment.
But if Iâm looking for something to hope for about this franchise (despite the long odds)... I think that would be it.Â
Anyway, if you read this far: thanks, [chooms]/[lethallen]! đ€
#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard spoilers#cyberpunk 2077#solas dragon age#solas#johnny silverhand#bioware#cd projekt red#dragon age#veilguard critical#veilguard
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YIELD UNDER GREAT PERSUASION comes out on September 17th! (Edit: It's out now!!!!) It's a cozy M/M romantasy about second chances, the difficult journey to self-forgiveness, and a one-sided enemies-to-lovers situationship đ It's available from most book retailers in hardback, paperback, and ebook (with more retailers coming soon) -- links to most of the common ones right here. The cover art is by the amazing @holographings, check out more of his work!
SUMMARY: Tam Becket has hated Lord Lyford since they were boys. The fact that heâs also been sleeping with the man for the last ten years is irrelevant. When they were both nine years old, Lyford smashed Tamâs entry into the villageâs vegetable competition. Nearly twenty years later, Tam hasnât forgiven him. No one understands how deeply he was hurt that day, how it set a pattern of disappointments and small misfortunes that would run through the rest of his life. Now Tam has reconciled himself to the fact that love and affection are for other people, that the gods donât care and wonât answer any of his prayers (not even the one about afflicting Lyford with a case of flesh-eating spiders to chew off his privates), and that life is inherently mundane, joyless, and drab. And then, the very last straw: Tam discovers that Lyford (of all people!) bears the divine favor of Angarat, the goddess Tam feels most betrayed and abandoned by. In his hurt and anger, Tam packs up and prepares to leave the village for good. But the journey doesnât take him far, and Tam soon finds himself set on a quest for the most difficult of all possible prizes: Self care, forgiveness, a second chance... and somehow the unbelievably precious knowledge that there is at least one person who loves Tam for exactly who he isâand always has.
This book might be for you if:
You like enemies-to-lovers but you think it would be improved by being one-sided and meanwhile the other person is living through a âhopelessly yearning for childhood crushâ trope
you like it when two people are so, so, so stupid that theyâve been fucking for 10 years and Person A hasnât figured out that Person B is in love with him, and Person B hasnât realized that Person A doesnât even know about his feelings
You know how fucking hard it is to Do The Work In Therapy and you want some catharsis about it
you want to read about an imperfect, truly difficult person who still gets loved, because being perfect is not a requirement to deserve affection and care
you know that apologizing for wronging someone doesnât just magically take away the bad feelings and automatically repair the relationship, and you want to read about someone having to do the extra steps that come after the apology
this oneâs for the wlw: fat harvest goddess milf. my gift to u
you like gods who donât have anything better to do than stick their noses into human business
when you see a gorgeous man holding an infant, it takes you out at the knees
you like queernorm fantasy AND small-town gossip, and you find the intersection of the two delicious and intriguing
a religion based on pre-Christian Brythonic England. That is, theyâve got henges and standing stones instead of churches and altars. itâs cool
plant magic!!!!!
âgod of temptation and evilâ actually âgod of self-care and personal boundaries and taking responsibility for the consequences you consented toâ.
"Alongside the sexiness and absurdity (and the sexy absurdity) in Yield Under Great Persuasion is a tender, resonant story of second and third chances and being loved when we need it most and feel we deserve it least. Evocative, emotional, and endlessly entertaining." âJules Arbeaux, author of Lord of the Empty Isles Preorder links for most retailers are here! If you live in the US and you'd like to order a paper copy from the retailer that benefits me most (thank you!), that retailer is Allstora.
(Signal boosts are always greatly appreciated, thank you in advance!)
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hi. i would like to request seungcheol (obviously). all i request is enemies-to-lovers. you may do with this what you wish. i leave it up to you to decide exactly how you will ruin my life đ
tysm for the request my beloved !! he is so enemies to lovers coded i had TEWWW many thoughts (and started three separate wips oops), but here we are. i hope u enjoy this !! can't wait to get the collab fics out of the way so i can torture u further with baseball dk. i picked dodgers hat!cheol just for u. âĄ
â we need to talk
pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader summary: sometimes the only way to win the game is to not play, but sometimes it's not a game at allâsometimes it's four years of emotional build-up with nowhere left to hide. genre: enemies (kinda) w benefits to lovers; frat/university au; smut, angst?, fluff rating: explicit. minors do not interact with this or any of my work. warnings: frat boys. gendered language and insults. swearing. mentions of drugs & drug use (vernon is literally a drug dealer đ€·đ»ââïž) as well as alcohol. possessive, jealous seungcheol who is extremely down bad and kind of an asshole and would be toxic af irl but is fine in fanfiction probably. this is maybe more "people who used to fuck and started disliking each other along the way bc they can't figure out their feelings" to lovers than enemies. there are very slight, very meaningless mingyu x reader undertones here. jeonghan is a bastard. feelings you think are unrequited but alas! this got softer than i intended oops. smut warnings: seungcheol truly is a man driven to the brink of madness bc of pussy idk what to say. kissing. hair pulling. mentions of masturbation. the dynamics shift in this one a lot, but to be overly cautious i will say dom!cheol and slightly dom!reader undertones that are not implicitly stated or defined. seungcheol uses the term "whore" once, sorry. oral sex (f. receiving). pussy slapping. unprotected sex. if i missed any pls lmk. wordcount: 8k. no i do not know what a drabble is, leave me alone. author's note: title from the song of the same name by waterparks but this was actually brought to you by "i'll never stop" by nsync bc it's their best song and fit the vibes perfectly. anyway, i still do not love writing smut but i am insane over this man so whatever, we persevere. everyone go shower mj in lots of love bc she's the best and deserves it. also everyone say thank u @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over this for me. i did not look at this again after she beta'd it so any mistakes are of my own stupidity. <3
Seungcheol is incensed.
What in the fuck are you thinking, showing up here? Ignoring him, walking by him with nothing more than a brush to the elbow and that sultry, electric gaze? A pair of painted-on jeans and a sheer top?
Who the fuck had invited you?
He looks around the room, gaze heavy under his furrowed brow. Bass thumps in his ears, the music so loud he can feel it in his chest. Still, his feet stay planted on the floor, already sticky with spilled alcohol and god knows what else. He needs to find Vernonâjust needs something to get through this very unexpected (and very unpleasant) surprise, take the edge off.
But he canât see through the sea of people. Theyâre everywhere, occupying every inch of available space in the house, but he just needs a glimpse of that mop of cornflower blue hair. If he could justâ
Instead, he sees a streak of white-blond in his peripheral vision. âSoonyoung!â he calls, grabbing the man by the arm. âHey, have you seen Vernon?â
Soonyoung stares up at him with glassy, bloodshot eyes, his breath already stinking of alcohol as he shrugs and says, âDunno, hyung. Think heâs upstairs.â
Fingers still wrapped around his bicep, Seungcheol heaves a sigh. âGo find Jeonghan. Heâs on babysitting duty and youâre already fucked.â
âIâm fine,â Soonyoung argues, slurred words giving him away immediately.
Seungcheol scoffs. âBro, you can barely stand and you reek of shitty vodka. Go drink some water.â
As he sends Soonyoung away, he can feel eyes boring into him, tension wound tight in the center of his back that refuses to dissipate no matter how many times he rolls his shoulders. He turns slowly, already knowing exactly what heâll find, but knowing does little to stop the hitch of breath as he takes you in.
And he hates it. Fuck, he hates the effect you have on him more than anything.
Hates that heâs still pining after you. Hates that all you have to do is look at him and heâs putty in your hands. Hates that youâre the first person he looks for in a room, the last person on his mind before he falls asleep. Hates you, hates that all of this is unreciprocated, because if Choi Seungcheol is anything, itâs proud. Heâs rich, heâs good-looking, heâs pre-law, and the president of this fraternity, for fuckâs sakeâhe should not be hung up on a girl.
But heâd been doomed from the beginning. Ever since youâd been assigned to him as a challenge to overcome, an impossible task to conquer, heâd been helplessly, pathetically smitten with you.
And fuck if you didnât know it, too.
So, itâs a game now. A lifetimeâs worth of pining for Seungcheol all because his frat was misogynistic and refused to keep up with the times. Theyâd nodded in your direction and laughed at the confusion on his face, the knot between his brows. Seungcheol couldnât figure out why his initiation was to fuck a girl, one his brothers wouldnât even address by name, but when heâd approached you at a party and youâd immediately told him to go fuck himself, heâd figured it out pretty quick.
Call it determination, call it a stubborn streak that refused to quit, but the two of you soon came to a reluctant agreement: you would let Seungcheol lie to his frat, figuring he was attractive enough that people thinking youâd slept together wouldnât be complete social suicide, and heâd owe you a favor youâd keep in your back pocket for as long as it took to cash in.
Which hadnât taken long. The stress of finals that first year had gotten to all of you, and it wasnât long before you were at his door looking for his drug-dealing roommate and a quick fuck.
That was the second time Seungcheol had been doomed to hopeless pining, because once he had you, he knew itâd be impossible to let you go.
Short of outright saying the words, heâd all but told you as much during some alcohol-induced brain shortage junior year. And, in turn, youâd all but laughed in his face.
Right.
Of course.
That was to be expected.
So, youâd continued your⊠well, whatever this is: quick fucks when both of you were bored or lonely or horny, usually under the influence of something illegal; a mutually tense but beneficial relationship for each of you, because you had been Seungcheolâs initiation and the initiation itself awarded him connections and opportunities. You got a back-up plan. A safe body and warm bed to retreat to when the need aroseâone who clearly wanted it to be something more, but was, all things considered, fine with the current arrangement. Didnât pressure you.
But, as was also to be expected, it was never going to be that simple when feelings got involved. When he started feeling slighted. When he wanted you so bad he ached with it sometimes and it was beneath you to care. Which is why he really, really needs to find Vernon. If heâs going to endure an entire party with you, heâs not going to do it sober.
He takes the steps two at a time, feet stumbling onto the landing as soon as he reaches it. Vernonâs door is the third on the left, and he can hear a separate, distinct bass line from the one booming downstairs that hums louder the closer he gets.
And Vernon knows. Of course he does, because heâs yanking his door open before Seungcheol has even raised a hand to knock, the stench of weed seeping out into the hallway, and all he needs is a quick look at Seungcheol before he pulls the door open wider and says, âLadies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America,â as if heâs speaking into a microphone. When Seungcheol doesnât react, he awkwardly tacks on, âHi, hyung. Iâm assuming sheâs here.â
Seungcheol nods, dumbly, and stands as awkwardly in the center of the room as someone whoâs about to ask their roommate for drugs tends to be. âYeah.â Shoves his hands in the pockets of his overpriced jeans so Vernon canât see the sheen of sweat.
âYou looking for somethinâ specific?â he asks, rifling through the top drawer of a tall dresser. âLike, is this an Iâm about to fuck her the rest of the night visit or an I need something to help me forget she doesnât actually like me visit?â
The words come like a reflex. âFuck you,â he seethes. Vernonâs not wrong, per se, but he didnât have to go and just⊠say it like that.
Vernon just shrugs, one side of his worn-out collar slipping down his shoulder as he does so, and Seungcheol canât tell if heâs actually dressed for the party or not. âGonna guess itâs the second one, then.â
Seungcheol scoffs. âWell, itâs not,â he insists, knowing damn well he should let it go, that heâs just digging himself a bigger hole, but the truth sits in the pit of his stomach like lead.
And, really, he knows he just needs to accept it. That little strand of hope hasnât brought him anything but more painâallowed him to delude himself into thinking it could be something more, something tangibleâand itâs time to let it go.
You donât want more.
You donât want the label and the relationship.
You donât want him.
He knows this, but it still tastes sour in his mouth. Still tastes like the chill of autumn when youâd first showed up at his door all that time ago. Tastes like all the blunts youâve shared and the liquor from all the parties youâd snuck away in the middle of. Tastes like the sharp notes of your perfume, the ones thatâd coat his tongue when heâd kiss down your neckâthe same notes that stain his bedsheets.
Mostly, itâs the pitying look Vernonâs giving him that hurts the most. Heâs above pity. Doesnât need it, especially not from Vernon Chwe, but it hurts all the same to be on the receiving end of it.
âGive me whatever youâve got.â
Vernonâs face quickly morphs into surprised concern. âUh, Iâm not sure thatâs a good idea. I mean, Iâve got some pretty heavy shit here.â
Heat flares in his belly. The pity was bad enoughânow he wants to be patronizing? âThen give me whatever the fuck you think I need,â he snaps. âI donât care. I donât have time for this shit.â
âWell, you definitely need to chill,â Vernon mumbles. âYou want some dabs?â
âNo. SomethingâŠâ The word feels thick in his mouth. Stronger implies that Seungcheol does heavy drugs, and thatâs not true. âElse,â he finally finishes.
Vernon sighs as he continues rifling through the drawer. âYour dad would fucking kill me if I gave you my real heavy shit, soâŠâ He pauses, eyebrows raising in triumph as he finds what he was looking for: a small baggie filled halfway with some nondescript powder. âYou want a bump?â
Maybe he should be ashamed at how quickly he agrees, at the urgency and greed with which he grabs the baggie from Vernonâs fingers, but he just needs something. Needs the distraction, the brain fog. He shoves it in his back pocket next to his wallet. âHow much do I owe you?â
Vernon wrinkles his nose. âNah. Consider that one a freebie. No offense, but youâre a real piece of shit when youâre like this.â
The implication only pisses him off more. Seungcheol is loadedâhe can afford to pay his drug dealer, thank you very muchâbut heâs not like anything. âIâm sorry?â
True to his nature, Vernon barely shrugs. âIâll put it on your tab, hyung,â he says in a way that implies heâs not at all going to do that and is only saying so to get the fraternity president off his back.
Jeonghan (23:12) Better come get your girl. Kim Mingyuâs dick looks like itâs halfway up her ass by now. Jeonghan (23:12) Uh oh! I think I just saw a testicle
Seungcheol stares down at his phone, hands trembling in anger. Of course itâs Mingyu. That pathetic loser has been taking up residence on the subs bench ever since youâd made out with him months ago in an admittedly successful attempt at payback. Seungcheol had hooked up with some downgrade at a party one time and youâd gone and made out with his friend. It was hardly a fair trade.
Seungcheol (23:14) Good for Mingyu, he can deal with her then Seungcheol (23:14) Iâm busy Jeonghan (23:14) Doing what? Jerking off in the upstairs bathroom again? Jeonghan (23:15) Do you know what size condom he wears btw? Looks like I might need to fetch him one if you donât want to take care of another manâs baby Jeonghan (23:16) Although, to be fair, you might want to sit this one out. He has way better bone structure than you. Might be a blessing in disguise Seungcheol (23:16) Fuck you Jeonghan (23:16) Better be nice to me, Choi Seungcheolie~ that might be the only fuck you get tonight
Seungcheol needs better friends. He needs a lot of things, really, but number one on his to-do list is to never let Jeonghan be on babysitting duty ever again. Somehow heâd forgotten how obnoxious Yoon Jeonghan is when he isnât stoned and half-asleep on a couch somewhere.
For now, he just stomps down the hallway; locks himself in his room and doesnât bother to turn on the light. Heâs not going to be here long. Just enough time to do this line, change his t-shirt, and come up with a game plan, because heâs not going to let Mingyu even entertain the thought of being able to have you but he also canât appear desperate. Not just to you, but to everyone else. Choi Seungcheol is not clingy, especially not over a girl.
Especially especially over a girl who doesnât even want him like that.
But the longer he sits in the dark, the more trouble he has finding his resolve. Canât bring himself to dig that baggie out of his pocket. Canât drag his t-shirt over his head. Canât bring himself to think about anything other than Mingyuâs hands all over you, and fuck, does that image drive him insane.
Does he touch you like Seungcheol does?
Does he coax those same jagged whimpers from your mouth like Seungcheol does?
Does his semi-hard cock feel as good pressed against you?
God, heâs so fucked. Utterly and completely fucked. And he wonders if this would be as bad if heâd just kept his mouth shut, took that secret to his grave instead of fooling himself into thinking it could be more. If it wouldnât have devolved into⊠this. Youâd always told him not to get attached, that sex was just sex and there was no need to ruin a good thing. But Seungcheol is a selfish man, always has been, and what if? is a dangerous question.
Jeonghan (23:36) Wow, youâre a fucking pussy. Stop hiding in your room like a little bitch. Seungcheol (23:36) Fuck off
He canât go down there. Not because heâs a coward, but because heâs barely tethered to his sanity as it is. Something about you brings him out of his mind, makes him toss whatever good judgment he has left to the wind. Seungcheol is far too impulsive when it comes to you, reckless in ways that have all twenty years of his social training weeping in a corner; have alarm bells ringing in his brain. So, no, he canât go downstairs right now because he knows heâll do something stupid. Stick not only his foot but his entire lower body in it. He shouldâve listened, yet here he is, dick pulled halfway out of his jeans because the thought of you alone gets him hard but his pride wonât let him jerk off to the image of anyone touching you thatâs not him.
Forget whatever Jeonghan had called him. Heâs a fucking fool. A moonstruck, delusional fool whoâd tricked himself into thinking he could swim when he can barely tread water.
You (23:41) Something wrong?
Oh, here we fucking go, he thinks. Because this is Seungcheolâs gameâone heâd perfected years ago, the one where heâs coy and chilly, never too eager, never committed. Just a little bit of a tease. Barely enough to keep them on the hook, a little needy; still enough to keep them coming back. But youâd taken one look at him all those years ago and had him pegged immediately. Figured out his game and learned the rules, used them against him. Now you watch him flounder with a smile on your face.
Seungcheol (23:42) Never knew you were so needy baby. First you show up uninvited and now youre missing me?
But just because thereâs now a player two doesnât mean heâs doomed to lose. He knows how you look when youâre on your knees for him. Knows how you sound when youâre begging to cum and stuttering out his name like youâre singing hymns. Knows how you look with your eyes rolled back after heâs fucked you dumb. Kim Mingyu doesnât know shit.
Seungcheol knows heâs the only one fortunate enough to experience you like this.
And god does it kill him.
You (23:44) Donât act stupid
A pleased exhale of laughter, an equally-smug smirk. Yeah, this is still Seungcheolâs game, the crown still sitting atop his head. You can let Mingyu grind his dick against you all you want, but Seungcheol is still the one youâre seeking out, pouting at the fact he hasnât come to find you yet.
You (23:44) Mingyu invited me
Oh, youâre goodâknow just which buttons to press and how much pressure to use. Whatever smug expression Seungcheol had been wearing slides off his face immediately, tongue pressing into his cheek.
Seungcheol (23:46) And yet youre looking for me? You (23:47) Donât have to look for you to know youâre upstairs sulking in your room because Jeonghan tattled on me like a fucking five year old Seungcheol (23:49) Maybe you should come up here then Seungcheol (23:49) Away from prying eyes
You donât reply immediately. Itâs just long enough for Seungcheolâs brain to conjure up something indecentâthe way youâll straddle him, the way his cock will feel pressed against the apex of your thighs; the goosebumps thatâll raise on his arms when you work your tongue along his neck, that spot near his collarbone you know he likes. His cock throbs against the confines of his jeans when he thinks about the devastated look on Mingyuâs face when you make up some excuse to get away from him, to traipse up the stairs and fall into Seungcheolâs bed, when he realizes heâs not going to have you.
You (23:56) Itâd be pretty rude to leave my date, donât you think? You (23:57) If you want me so bad, come down here and get me yourself
Seungcheol doesnât play games; doesnât compete because he has no competition. Heâs always been given whatever he wants on a silver platter, no questions asked, so heâs wholly unprepared for this turn of events. What he knows he should do (respond to your text and tell you to fuck off, that you know where he is should you stop being a brat and change your mind) is not what he does (tucks his dick back in his jeans, finally throws on a clean t-shirt, and takes his time descending the stairs so he doesnât look too eager), because logical thought gets tossed out the window entirely wherever youâre concerned.
âAh, if it isnât our resident pissbaby making his grand re-entrance.â
Seungcheol clenches his jaw for the nth time and glares. âFuck off, Jeonghan.â
The man in question laughsâthe annoying raspy one that grates on Seungcheolâs nervesâand hands over a cup of something brown and pungent. âWell, judging from your attitude, and the fact youâre barely hiding that boner youâve got, you clearly didnât spend your time away jerking off. What finally got you down here, the promise of cheap whiskey I nicked off some freshman or the fact that your girlfriendâs about two seconds from getting a public indecency charge courtesy of Kim Mingyu?â
Well. Jeonghan may be an asshole but heâs not wrong. Even through the crowd of people and the haze of whateverâs in his cup and a contact high, Seungcheol spots you immediately. Your back is pressed against Mingyuâs chest, his fingers gripping tight at your waist as you roll your hips in time with his. Whatever manufactured filth heâs whispering to you draws a smile, causes you to reach up and tug sharply at his hair. Fuck, Seungcheol can almost hear Mingyuâs moan from across the room, and his blood quickly heats to a rapid boil.
Another chuckle from the demon beside him. âStop fucking laughing,â Seungcheol snaps, still unable to take his eyes off of you. âFuck this. Iâm going back upstairs. Make sure everyoneâs out of here by three. Iâm not paying for another noise citation.â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. âIâm absolutely not going to do that.â He shoves a bottle of something in Seungcheolâs hand. âTake this and think of me when youâre crying yourself to sleep because Mingyu stole guaranteed pussy right out of your hands.â
âWhy do you do this?â Seungcheol asks, shoving at Jeonghanâs shoulder roughly. âYou never know when to fucking quit.â
Another streak of white-blond. âHey, no fighting!â Soonyoung slurs, trying his best to push Seungcheol to the other side of the kitchen with his useless, limp arms.
This attracts the attention of Joshua, who struts into the room looking straight out of Fashion Week, much like he always does. He hasnât even broken a sweat. âAw, are Mom and Dad fighting again?â he asks, his lips tugged into a smirk. He ignores Seungcheolâs scowl as he fixes himself a drink. âYou know Mingyu only does it to get a reaction out of you,â Joshua adds, quieter this time, as if heâs telling Seungcheol a secret only meant for the two of them to share.
âWhatâs her excuse, then?â Seungcheol fires back, because even if he doesnât like it, Joshuaâs right. This is exactly the kind of behavior heâd expect from resident campus whore Kim Mingyu, but he never expected you to go along with it.
Joshua cocks an eyebrow. âShe doesnât need an excuse, Cheol. Sheâs not your girl.â
Even though itâs a truth he already knows, it somehow hurts worse being spoken in plaintext, a hushed conversation in a crowded kitchen. Being let down gently. Seungcheol knows he needs to make a decision. He needs to let you go and start moving on with his life; canât be having these quasi-meltdowns during frat parties anymore. Canât be possessive and spiteful. You donât want him. Everyone knows you donât want him, so thatâs all there is to it. Maybe youâll want Mingyu and he can finally wash his hands of this forever, scrape the jealousy off his tongue.
He steels himself. Rolls his shoulders back, cracks his neck. Navigates the crowd in the living room until he reaches you and your so-called date. Grabs you by the elbowâgentle enough that it doesnât hurt but firm enough to send a messageâand says the two of you need to talk. Upstairs. Now. Mingyu just smiles like he knew this was coming and presses a pointless, wasted kiss just below your ear. Seungcheol tells him to fuck off, too, and Mingyu grins wider, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
As he guides you to his room, he doesnât think about the way your hand fits in his. Doesnât think about how this is going to be the last time he has you. Doesnât think about whoâll have you after. Doesnât bother to wonder if youâve finally changed your mind like he had all those other times heâd walked this same familiar path with you in tow. Because itâs the last time. Whatever happens once itâs over is out of his control.
Perhaps thatâs what itâd always been about. Seungcheol has always been spoiled and selfish and so terribly, terribly desperate to prove heâs more than his family name and family money. So, yeah, heâd wanted the control; wanted what was never his for the taking. Youâd always been the oppositeâhis perfect little counterpart. Always so pliant and careless and free: everything Seungcheol tried so hard to be but couldnât, and thatâs where the switch flipped.
Someone like you isnât meant to be controlled.
What he used to want so badly now tastes rancid in his mouth.
The door locks behind you. Seungcheol doesnât meet your eye as he says, âYou got what you wanted. Are you done being a fucking brat?â Itâs not a tone he usually takes. Usually heâs dirty, a little possessive, willing to let you set the pace. He doesnât miss the way your breath hitches. âI asked you a question.â
âSeungcheolââ
He clicks his tongue, stalks closer until youâre nearly in his grasp. Your eyes close instinctively as if youâre expecting his mouth on yours. Instead, he threads his long fingers in your hair and pulls. âWhatâs so hard about answering a simple yes or no question? Did you really want Mingyuâs dick so bad youâve gone dumb all of a sudden?â
You gasp. âNo.â
âNo what?â Seungcheol chides. âNo, youâre not done being a brat? Or no, you werenât just downstairs acting desperate and pathetic for mediocre cock?â He runs his thumb across the seam of your lips, follows their movements as you speak.
âI wasnâtââ
A low, mocking chuckle. âYou were, baby.â Sounds condescending; speaks to you like youâre a stupid child. Heâs so close to you now. Can smell the tang of your skin, the sticky notes of your perfume. Feels your breath fan against his own sweat-slick skin. Still avoids your gaze, because as domineering as he appears, he knows he can unravel just as quickly. âTake your clothes off. This is the last time Iâm gonna fuck you and Iâm not going to ask twice.â
Now you truly look caught off-guard. âWhat?â Still he ignores you, expensive silver rings clinking into a dish on his dresser one by one, expensive watch following. âWhat do you mean the last time?â
Deft fingers play at the buttons on his shirt. Not silk, but just as expensive. âShit. Youâre really testing my patience, you know.â Youâre still standing at the edge of his bed, staring dumbly as if heâs just going to start spilling all his secrets, give you some kind of explanation. âI believe I told you to strip.â
Unlike Seungcheol, your fingers tremble as they work at buttons and zippers and hemlines, push down denim and remove heels. Itâs clear youâre trying to work out what heâs playing atâif this is some punishment for fucking around with Mingyu or if he really means itâbut youâre not going to risk asking. Things between the two of you are already tense as it is. Seungcheol has never been wound this tight, never been so ready to snap.
âThatâs it,â he praises once youâre left in nothing but a skimpy underwear set you know he likes. âLook at you. Fucking gorgeous. I bet thatâs why you think you can get away with embarrassing me, huh?â He grabs your chin, forces you to meet his gaze for the first time since heâd dragged you up here. âGet on your knees. Iâm getting tired of repeating myself.â
Itâs not an unfamiliar sightâas it is, you usually leave Seungcheolâs room with bruised knees on a good nightâbut it settles differently in his gut this time. Because heâd dared a glance at you once and knows he canât do it again, so he watches the top of your head as you fumble with his belt buckle and looks away whenever he thinks you might risk a glance upwards. Finds some point on the wall to focus on. Hisses through his teeth when you pull his cock from his briefs, your hands cold against his flushed skin.
All he wants to do is kiss you. Draw this out. Give you a memorable last time, maybe mark you up a little. He really wants to savor the feeling of your tongue on his cock, but all he can focus on is the fact that heâll never be enveloped in that wet heat again. Heâs never going to feel your mouth working him over, feel you humming around his length because he knows you love the weight of it, you love wrenching away that little bit of control, turning him into a mess.
But heâs not going to dwell. Heâs going to thumb at the hinge of your jaw, force it open just wide enough for his cock to fit inside. Then heâs going to fist your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip it tight, use it to guide your mouth until thereâs only an inch of space between you. Heâs going to stare down at you, silently revel in how fucked out you look already even though he hasnât touched you. Heâs going to watch the way your fingers dig into your thighs because they canât touch him. Then heâs going to sayâ
âBeg me. Beg me to let you suck my cock.â
Thereâs a flicker of hesitation. Seungcheol doesnât talk to you like this. This is not the kind of dynamic the two of you have, and Seungcheol finds himself wondering if things would be different if it was. If heâd never started going so easy on you. Would you want him then? Or would you have left a long time ago?
Heâs half-expecting you to do that now. You look ready to bolt, to pull your clothes back on and tell him to go fuck himself on the way out. Probably go straight back to Mingyu, let him fuck you hard but routine, the way Seungcheol usually does, the way he knows you like. He expects you to leave, and this is the last time, anyway, so he figures he has nothing left to lose.
âIâm going soft,â he snaps, the admonishment harsh on his tongue. When you look up at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes narrow. âYou have one fucking job and you canât even do that properly? Whoâs going to want a dumb little whore that canât follow simple instructions?â
He watches your eyes squeeze shut involuntarily. Wonders if heâs gone too far before deciding he doesnât care if he has. Itâs the last time, anyway, so itâs not like it matters. Watches the indents in your thighs grow deeper. Watches you inhale and try to steady your breathing.
Watches your eyes snap open, any trace of hesitation long gone. âDid you make that other girl beg for you?â
Seungcheol snorts, amusement showing all over his face. âIs that what this is about? Youâre still mad I hooked up with some other girl so you act like this?â He clicks his tongue at you, fists his cock, slicking it up. âAre you jealous?â
âNo,â you answer simply, âIâm just trying to figure out why you think you can speak to me however the fuck you want.â
Seungcheolâs hand stutters along his length before it stills, your words sharp and immediate against his skin. He shouldâve known. Shouldnât have thought something like this would work on you, that youâd like it, and heâs halfway to soft and throwing his hands up and tucking his dick back into his briefs when you say, âAnswer the question.â
âWhat?â
You tsk. Move your hands from your thighs to his, nails pressing just deep enough to leave crescent moons behind that match your own. Something for someone else to see. âDid you make her beg for you?â
Seungcheolâs brain power decreases the higher your palms go, when your thumbs press into the dimples of his hips. Can barely choke out a hissed yes, yeah, fu-fuck when your hand covers his, fingers wrapping tightly around his own as you guide it back and forth, up and down the length of his cock. âWhat did you make her beg for, Cheol?â
âToâto to-touch me.â
You hum. Tighten your grip on Seungcheolâs hand and laugh as his hips roll involuntarily, seeking the friction. âTouch you how? Like this?â
âYeahâfuck, yes, like this.â
âDid she? Did she listen to you like a good girl?â Your hand leaves Seungcheolâs only to collect the precum at his tip. âDonât get all shy now, Cheolie.â You suck your thumb into your mouth and he whines. âWas she a good girl for you?â
You sit back on your haunches. Watch him jerk himself off. âYeah,â he finally says, word cracking in the middle. âBoring, though. Not likeânot like you.â
âNo one is like me,â you admonish. âI couldâve told you that for free, before you went off and fucked someone else.â
âNot an idiot,â Seungcheol replies, the pace of his hand quickening. Heâs playing a dangerous game; approaching the cliff edge at a dangerous pace. âNo-nothing comes for free with you.â
All you do is smile, lopsided and smug. âMm, thatâs true. Guess your little dom moment earlier can just be chalked up to momentary stupidity, hm?â Seungcheol wants to nod, wants apologies to tumble from his lips until you shut him up, but his palm is so slick against his dick, fist tight enough to white out his vision. âDid you make her beg to suck your cock?â
Truth be told, Seungcheol canât remember much of anything right now. Heâs perilously close to coming, right at that precipice, and each filthy word that slips from your mouth just pushes him further to the edge. He remembers Chan inviting him to a party. He remembers a few drinks, a few hits from a blunt, compliments of Vernon; he remembers a girl making eyes at him from across the roomâeyes that had looked a lot like yours in the haze of his crossfade. He remembers a locked bathroom and the sound of his voice as he told that girl how to touch him so it felt like you. He remembers her doing whatever he told her to, remembers how eager and submissive she was, how she didnât mouth off to him the way you always doâ
Remembers how unsatisfying itâd been when he came.
Youâve ruined him.
Not a revelation. Not even close to one. Seungcheol has known this for a long time, but that doesnât mean annoyance doesnât flare in his belly at the reminder. You donât want him. Being so hung up on you isnât doing him any favors, just means heâll have a longer drop when this is all over. God, what the fuck is he doing?
He wants you so badly heâs aflame with it. He wants you so badly he can barely look at you anymore. He wants you so badly it consumes him, drives him insane, has him all fucked up and seething. He wants you, he wants you, heâ
Loves.
Reality washes over him like a cold wave. Knocks him backwards, drowning, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. In, out; in, outâand none of it changes a goddamn thing.
Four years of this. Four years of touches exchanged in the dark, behind locked doors. Four years of yearning and trying and failing. Four years of everything getting lost in translation, because itâs hitting him now, but shouldnât he have felt it before? Shouldnât all those âdrive me fuckinâ crazy, canât fucking stand youâs he spoke into the crook of your neck rang hollow?
âCheolââ you say, because you asked him something, tried to play along with this whole stupid charade, and he knows heâs frozen, just standing there, hand still wrapped around his cock, and he needs to say something, he needs to fix thisâ
âIâm a liar,â is what he comes up with. Youâre still staring up at him, brows furrowed, pinched in the middle. Move, he wills himself, but nothing happens. âIâm a liar,â he says again, because if he says it enough youâll believe it. âIâm sorry. Iâmââ
âWhat are you talking about?â
He swallows. Iâm in love with you, he wants to say. Feels the weight of the words on his tongue, heavy and pressing, and he thinks you should know. Even if you donât feel the same, he thinks you deserve to know, but the way youâre looking at himâ
He canât bring himself to say it.
But he canââCan I show you instead?â
Slowly, you nod. Seungcheol nods, too, still feeling off-kilter as he cradles your face in his hands, thumbs in the contours of your cheeks. Moves them down your neck, your shoulders, down the length of your arms. You meet him halfway, twining your fingers together, and he helps you stand, careful and considerate. At full height, he places a hand in the small of your back to tug you closer, kisses you like itâs the end of the world. Whines into your mouth at your familiar taste, and if he lets himself be delusional enough, he can pretend thereâs form and substance to those sounds, that their edges are squared-off to form the words he wants to say.
Because it really might be the end of the world. Seungcheol has never known how to play the cards heâs been dealt when it comes to you. Always gets it wrong. Feints one way when heâs meant to go the other, takes the field with two left feet, always playing catch-up. Maybe the mistake was treating it like a game. Maybe the mistake was strategizing, only playing to win, because he lays you gently on his bed, fits his body in the space you create for him between your legs, and realizes he already won a long time ago.
He won the first time your eyes met. He won the first time heâd kissed you, more nerves and teeth than anything else. He won the first time you tucked yourself against his side and stared at his bedroom ceiling, half-smoked joint between your fingers, and made fun of the stupid flag heâd hung up. He won every time you took all the bullshit he threw at you and dished it right back. He won every time he had the privilege of tracing mindless shapes into your soft skin.
Every second of your time you chose to give himâall victories.
He presses in further. Groans when your hands move to his shoulders and grip tight; when your nails dig into the skin of his back. âIâve been so stupid,â he says, punctuating his words with a nip at your ear. Smirks out of the corner of his mouth at your shuddering breath. âHavenât I?â
âYeah,â you answer, rolling your hips upward. He grabs at you desperately, tries to keep you still; hisses when you swat his hands away and redouble your efforts. âYouâve been a fucking asshole for aâfor a while.â
You canât see the way he pouts. Wonders, too, if that would work on you, if itâd earn him one of those rare moments of tenderness. âWell Iâm trying toâshit, babyâtrying to make it up to you, but you seem pretty determined to make me bust right now.â
He can see the way you roll your eyes. See the way the corners crinkle after as you laugh softly, breathlessly, still trying to chase a high Seungcheol refuses to provide. âYou deserve it. You tried to dom me, you dickhead.â
Embarrassment sits obvious on his ruddy cheeks. He hides his face in the crook of your neck so you donât see it, donât have something to poke at him with later, but youâre having none of it. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug gently, forceful enough to have him pliable, and there it is: there are stars in your eyes as you stare up at him, tender and soft just like he hoped youâd look, and he misses the feeling of your nails on your scalp until youâre tugging at the delicate chain around his neck and pulling him closer. âJust kiss me and weâll call it even.â
This is how it feels to get struck by lightning, he thinks. Every part of him is on fire, and heâs content to burn as his lips find yours. He sighs happily into your mouth, hikes your thigh higher around his middle, presses in to lay claim to what little space is left between you. Seungcheol is so close he can feel the rapid pace of your heartbeat, because this is not the way you usually kiss. What used to be dirty and quick, a means to an end, now has intent, purpose. Heâs kissing you like he wants to steal the air from your lungs to replace it with something better.
Trails those same kisses down the length of your body. Open-mouthed at your neck, your collarbones, the space between your breasts. Teasing and slow in the space between each rib, just to watch the way your skin pebbles. Hungry and insistent at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, because if heâs feeling this unhinged, he wants you right there with him. Canât bear the thought of still being in this alone. Not anymore.
âLegs over my shoulders.â You listen immediately, and Seungcheol mutters a quiet fuck at the sight before him. âGod, youâre so wet.â
âNo shitââ
He swats at your clit, delighting in the way your body jolts. âHush. The only thing I wanna hear out of your smart mouth from now on is my fucking name.â And then heâs diving in.
He eats you out like a man starved; like he could do this every day for the rest of his life and he still wouldnât be satisfied. Canât help but rut against the mattress at the way you taste, the way your thighs tighten around his head, the sting as you pull at his hair. Places both hands beneath your ass to lift and drag you closer to his waiting mouthâlicks at you wet and feverish, all of this seemingly more for him than it is for you, and youâll get tired of it soon, just like you always do. Youâll tell himâ
âDo it right, Cheol, pleaseââ
And heâll pull away and tsk, swat at you again. His responding laugh will be cocky and derisive when your body trembles again, frantic with the need for more. âWhat did I say, baby? Do you not trust me to make you come?â You cock an eyebrow, torn between throwing some sarcastic remark at him and following the rules long enough to get what you want. His voice grows serious as he presses a soft kiss to your core. âI will always take care of you.â
The rest is muscle memory.
The rest has a chorus of Cheol, Cheol, Seungcheol spilling from your lips as he suctions his own around your clit. The rest has you grinding your pussy against his face. The rest has him groaning at the way heâs so wholly consumed by you: the taste of you on his tongue, face soaked, two fingers pressed deep into your cunt. The rest has him saying thatâs it, baby, come on my face, I know you can and feeling delirious when he finally pushes you over the edge; when your walls clench around his fingers, breathing fractured, when you grab at him until youâre eye-level and youâre licking into his mouth to taste yourself.
Tastes a lot like I love you.
âWant you to ride me,â he says, gaze half-lidded and pleading. You whine as he moves his thumb back to your clit, tracing slow, slow, slow circles, oversensitive. âWill you do that for me?â
The party seems so far away. Grows even further away when you nod and straddle his lap. Seungcheol sits up, tells you to wrap your legs around him. Canât stand not touching you; needs every inch of his skin to be covered by you like a bruiseâsomething deep thatâll last for days, weeks, months. The mottled colors will change, but itâll still be there.
âNeed you, Cheol,â you whisper, kissing his eyelids. He hadnât realized heâd closed his eyes.
âYou have me,â he answers, but it sounds foreign to his earsâsounds wretched, like the words have been punched out of him. It sounds like forfeit. âAlways have.â
You pull back. Study his face. Run over his plush bottom lip with your thumb. It feels like an eternity of silence before you speak. âNo, I havenât,â you insist, tone insistent but delicate, like youâre trying to convince him of it, too. âNot like this.â
I love you.
You lift your hips just enough to sink down on his cock. Seungcheolâs moan is loud and unabashed, not afraid to let anyone hear the way you make him feel. All he can think is familiar: he knows your blinding white heat; has made countless homes in your tight grip he still holds the keys to; has done this so many goddamn times itâs second nature.
He was an absolute fool to think he could ever walk away.
You roll your hips, taking him deeper like youâve got something to prove, body moving on its own sinuous accord. Seungcheol loves you like this, when you know exactly what you want and arenât afraid to take it. When you press sloppy kisses to his neck, the column of his throat. When he grabs at your hips, tries to move you faster along the length of his cock, and you swat his hands away. When your rhythmic up-and-down turns into a slow grind that has you gasping and breathless, pussy spasming around him.
âGoddamn, I love this pussy,â he chokes out, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets since he canât touch you. Heâs mindless with pleasure, feels himself start babbling nonsense he canât make sense of, and itâs overwhelming, having you like this. Isnât sure how heâs survived this long, but maybe you were right.
Maybe it was never like this before.
Usually heâd take you from behind, quick and dirty, hands digging into the meat of your ass, palm cracking down on it every now and then, imparting white heat of his own. Usually heâd have you beneath him, knees pressed to your chest, all condescension as you told him, eyes rolled back, that he was too deep, that you couldnât take it, and heâd rub at your clit and tell you you could as he dragged another orgasm out of you. Usually heâd be so frenzied and worked up heâd take you against the door, sweats pushed to mid-thigh, forearms straining as they held you up.
So, yeahâthis is different. This is a patient, sensual dance to the finish line. This is Seungcheol in his rawest form: a live wire, vulnerable, anxious. This is the unknown, because something has to come after but he doesnât know what it is.
This is Seungcheol throwing caution to the wind, leaning in close enough to taste the salt on your skin, and saying, âI love you.â
This is Seungcheol planting his feet and fucking up into you, unwilling to hear your response. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but sometimes bliss is just bliss, and heâll willingly take either.
This is you coming undone on his cock, breathing rapid and ragged, pupils blown wide as you stare at him in awe.
âSay it again.â
Someone slams into the wall just outside Seungcheolâs door, and all at once the real world creeps back in: the thrumming bass line of the music downstairs; laughter, shouting, and yelling; fists banging on shut doorsâbut he hears you loud and clear. Presses each word into your mouth this time and groans when you swallow them. Barely makes a sound as he spills inside of you, feeling like every nerve in his body is aflame.
The two of you are quiet for a time as you try to catch your breath. Seungcheol only moves to grab his duvet and wrap it around your shoulders, smiling fondly at the small thank you you mumble, seemingly still bogged down, well-fucked.
He presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âOkay?â
You nod, push at him until he lays back and pulls you with him, lets you use his firm chest as a pillow. That flag youâd made fun of before isnât up there anymore, but Seungcheol feels warm at the memory anyway, almost laughs at the comment he imagines youâd make.
Clears his throat. Tries to find his courage. âI really am sorry,â he tells you again, because it doesnât matter if he loves you if he doesnât know how to be good at it.
âI know, Cheol,â comes your easy reply. Youâre tracing shapes on his stomach that have his muscles contracting. âI know you love me, too.â You sigh, press your lips to his rib cage. âWho knew itâd only take making out with Mingyu to get you to admit it.â
A wild laugh tumbles out of him. âFuck off.â He can feel your grin.
âYou got a fucked up way of showing it, though.â
He hums, holds onto you a little tighter. âGo easy on me, I only figured it out about an hour ago.â
âAn hour?â you faux-gasp, make like youâre about to leave. âIâm outta here. I know my worth. If Iâm going to say it back to someone, they need to be in love with me for at least two.â
He chokes at the implication, heart threatening to beat right out of his chest and into yours. He knows he looks exactly like the moonstruck, loved-up loser he is, and he coughs to cover it. âThatâs what I said,â he lies. âTwo hours. You mustâve heard it wrong.â
No, it was never like this.
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locked in a closet | oscar piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x landos bestfriend!reader
summary: lando norris locks his two bestfriends in a broom closet in hopes that theyâll stop hating each other.
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lando.jpg: how can i get my bestfriends to stop hating each other?
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oscarpiastri: you canât.
lando.jpg: âčïž
oscarpiastri: you can pout all you want. We will never get along.
lando.jpg: why must you break my heart đ
user1: itâs been a whole year landoâŠi donât think theyâll ever get along
user2: NEVER SAY NEVER
user3: oscar this, lando that, can we talk about how good y/n looks?? đ
yourusername: THANK YOU!! nobody appreciates my beauty anymore đđ
oscarpiastri: what beauty?
yourusername: die?
user4: LMAOO
yourusername: maybe if, he who should not be named, wasnât so annoying, we could actually get along!
oscarpiastri: iâm not fucking voldemort you can say my name
yourusername: o-osđ€źc-cađ€źđ€źđ€źđ€ź no i just canât.
oscarpiastri: oh and iâm the annoying one??
yourusername: yeah! you are!
oscarpiastri: @/lando.jpg control her.
lando.jpg: guy please, canât we all just get along đđ
yourusername: how would getting along with he who should not be named, benefit me??
lando.jpg: it would make me really really happy đđ
yourusername: i couldnt give less of a shit about your happiness lando
oscarpiastri: see? Sheâs a horrible friend, me on the on the hand would never be so mean to you.
yourusername: you told lando he looks like big bird two days ago?
user5: for two people who hate each other, they sure do talk a lotâŠ
danielricciardo: why do they even hate each other so much? đđ
lando.jpg: oscar spilled his drink on y/n the first time they met. he refused to apologize. she refused to forgive him.
yourusername: you forgot to mention that my shirt was $300 đđ
oscarpiastri: FIRST OFF who in their right mind buys a 300 HUNDRED DOLLAR SHIRT???!?!? and SECOND OFF, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!! I refuse to apologize for something that wasnât on purpose.
yourusername: this is why your mom loves me more.
oscarpiastri: she does NOT.
nicolepiastri: âŠ
oscarpiastri: MUM????
yourusername: i know thatâs right.
user6: oscar and y/n would be so cute together if they stopped being so IMMATURE
user7: they should just #kissandmakeup
user8: me patiently waiting for the enemies to lovers đ§ââïž
user9: youâre going to be waiting a LONG timeâŠ
charles_leclerc: i think itâs time to give up on the idea them being friends mate đą
lando.jpg: I SAY WHEN ITS TIME
user10: charles is just sick of getting caught in the crossfire đ
user11: OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONCE WHO NOTICES THAT ???đđđ
user10: NOO I DID TOOO!! itâs like every time oscar and y/n are having a glare-off charles somehow ends up right in between them
user11: AND THEN HE JUST STANDS THERE LIKE đ§ââïž
maxverstappen1: just lock them in a room and let them fight it out đ€·
lando.jpg: wait a damn minuteâŠ
yourusername: LANDO NO.
oscarpiastri: absolutely not.
â y/n has posted new photos!
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yourusername: p2, and now movie night in maxâs movie theater <33
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user12: cutting oscar out of the photo is DIABOLICAL WORK đđ
user13: oh to be y/n l/n :((
user14: y/n is literally living the DREAM
user15: the way y/n made SURE you could see that she cut oscar out of the photo
yourusername; i have no idea what youâre talking about ?? đđ
oscarpiastri: get off your phone and watch the movie đ
yourusername: stop staring and me and watch the movie đ
user16: clock it y/n!!!!!
landonorris: did you really have to crop out oscar?
yourusername: yes!
user17: landos trying so hard đ
user18: theyâre all having a movie night đđđ ??
user19: I SHOULD BE THERE đđđđđ
maxverstappen1: this movie is so funny!!
yourusername: itâs brokeback mountain?
maxverstappen1: and itâs hilarious! đ
user20: MAX WATCHING BROKEBACK MOUTAIN ??!?!??
user21: max thinking brokeback mountain is funny is so him??
charles_leclerc: this movie is so sad đđđ
yourusername: yeah charles we all see you crying :(
user22: charles crying over brokeback mountain is SO HIM!!
user23: is everyone just in there phones during the movie?? đđ
oscarpiastri: nope! just she who should not be named đ€·
yourusername: the unoriginality is disgusting!!
maxverstappen1: iâm going to, as the kids say, expose everyone. @/oscarpiastri has not stoped staring at y/n all night.
maxverstappen1: @/yourusername hasnât stopped staring at a photo oscar on her phone.
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maxverstappen1: @/landonorris has eaten 2 whole pizzas.
maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc is crying like a baby.
maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo keeps awkwardly laughing at the worst moments.
maxverstappen1: @/georgerussell63 keeps taking photos of his abs
maxverstappen1: @/lewishamiliton is secretly wiping away his tears
maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon has been whining about missing âhis lilyâ all night
maxverstappen1: @/carlossainz has gotten up to pee 10 times in the past HOUR
maxverstappen1: and @/logansargent has been hugging a teddy bear for the past 2 hours.
maxverstappen1: thatâs what you ALL GET for not having MOVIE THEATER ETIQUETTE AND BEING ON YOUR PHONES.
yourusername: damn okayâŠ.
alex_albon: can you go get me my jacket in the closet? iâm kinda cold đ„¶đ„¶
yourusername: yeah sure? đ
user24: somethingâs brewing..i can feel it.
landonorris: @/oscarpiastri can you go get me my beanie in the closet? my ears are cold
oscarpiastri: yeah sure
â 3 minutes later!
â 7 minutes later!
â 2 hours later!
â y/n has posted new pictures!
liked by, oscarpiastri, landonorris, maxverstappen1, georgerussell63, and 629,628 others!
yn.jpg: maxâs door didnât stand a chance against MY muscles đȘ(ft, jimmy the catâĄâĄ)
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user25: oscar in the likes?????
user26: wait a minuteâŠ
maxverstappen1: donât worry i wonât make you pay for it đ
yourusername: you locked me in a room with oscar. i wasnât paying either way.
maxverstappen1: FINE. đđđ
user27: did she justâŠsay oscar name?
user28: in the whole YEAR oscar and y/n have known each other, y/n has NEVER said his name WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
user29: something happened in that closet
landonorris: hello, i am lando norris, and i would like to publicly apologize for locking my dear friends (especially yn) in a closet. it was stupid and inappropriate of me. i hope to gain back their forgiveness.
user30: did y/n make you do this?
landonorris: no⊠(yes pls help sheâs locked me in my room and wonât let me out)
yourusername; iâll let you out once youâve learned your lesson.
oscarpiastri: nice kitty.
yourusername: thanks!
georgerussell63: um, what the fuck is this?
charles_leclerc: maybe management took over oscarâs account?
oscarpiatari: no? itâs me?
charles_leclerc: oh! then what the fuck is this?
user31: something DEFINITELY happened in that closet. why are oscar and y/n actually being civil????
landonorris: i donât know but itâs scary.
yourusername: do i have to confiscate your phone too?
landonorris: no! Sorry iâm learning my lesson đ
carlossainz: hahaha đlando is such a loser
yourusername: do i have to take your phone to carlos? đ€š
carlossainz: NO, no iâm sorry đ
user32: is it finally happening?âŠthe enemies to lovers we all wanted đđ
user33: your telling me landos plan actually worked and y/n and oscar are being civil now ??
user34: dare i sayâŠoscar and y/n would be a cute couple
danielricciardo: why are you and piastri being cool with each other?
yourusername: isnât this what you all wanted??
danielricciardo: yeahâŠi guess we didâŠdidnât we?
landonorris: I KNEW IT WOULD WORK!!
yourusername: youâre still in trouble, come give me your phone.
landonorris: okay đ
â oscarpiastri has posted new photos!
liked by yourusername, landonorris, maxverstappen1, and 727,918 others!
oscarpiastri: second date, kinda nervous. (she taught me that)
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landonorris: second date and already making it instagram official? Youâre so whipped đ
oscarpiastri: didnât you want us to get along better?
landonorris: yeah, GET ALONG, not GET TOGETHER đđ
user35: GET TOGETHER??? EXCUSE MEEEE
user36: THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!! IT HAPPNED IT FUCKING HAPPENED. FUCK EVEYONE WHO TOLD ME I WAS DELUSIONAL FOR SAYING THIS WOULD HAPPEN. GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT?? ME! I WAS!
user37: did i just step into a parallel universe where y/n and oscar are dating? because what the actual fuck is going on
maxverstappen1: đš.
user38: SEE!! EVEN MAX IS ASTONISHED
user39; the period after the emoji is KILLING ME đđ
georgerussell63: Is that Y/n????? @/charles_leclerc
charles_leclerc: no? it canât be?
yourusername: it is
charles_leclerc: AHHHHHHH
georgerussell63: AHHHHHHHH
user39: we did it ladies and gentlemenâŠafter one whole year, the enimies to lovers has finally happened đ„Čđ„Čđ„Č
landonorris: WE??? NAH BABY ME!! ALL ME!!
yourusername: heart heart
maxverstappen1: đ€š
lewishamilton: đ€š
georgerussell63: đ€š
landonorris: đ€š
logansargent: đ€š
charles_leclerc: đ€š
schecoperez: đ€š
danielricciardo: đ€š
carlossainz: đ€š
yukitsunoda0511: đ€š
fernadoalonso: đ€š
totowolff: đ€š
mclaren: đ€š
yourusername: OMG HE BOUGHT ME A REPLICA OF THE SHIRT HE RUINED, I FORGAVE HIM OKAY???
user40: only the seconds date and heâs already posting her?? oh heâs obsessed.
oscarpiastri: well, yes!
user41: 3 days ago they hated each other so much??? what happened???
yourusername: iâm a really good kisser
user42: DO YOU GUYS TGINK THEY KISSED IN THE CLOSET???
user43: maybe we do have lando to thankâŠ
. . .
notes: one of the longest smauâs iâve done! reminder that comments and reblogs are so greatly appreciated <33
#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 x y/n#f1 social media au#f1 x female reader#f1 x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fluff
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đđđđđđ ! - masterlist
⧠Ë. welcome to jujutsu tech university's course catalog, a list of classes offered by our esteemed (and hot) professors. from slow burn to pining to enemies to lovers, and even more to come, we offer it all! all course descriptions for courses in progress are subject to change.
a/n: this is a masterlist for my prof au! for jjk. all will be one or more parts and 18+ only. prof gojo (1) is coming soon :).
other courses planned: yuta okkotsu (t.a.), nanami kento (literature/math(?)), hiromi higuruma (criminal law), choso kamo (phlebotomy)Â and more (send in an ask if you have ideas!)
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CODE TITLE PHIL403 THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS (SUGURU GETO)
COURSE DESCRIPTION: Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance â but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other â and what you owe to each other.
SATISFIES REQUIREMENT(S): 18+ ONLY, AGE GAP, STUDENT-TEACHER RELATIONSHIP, SLOW BURN, LOVE TRIANGLE, ONLY ONE BED, MUTUAL PINING STATUS: AVAILABLE / COMPLETE
PHYS143 THE LAWS OF ATTRACTION (SATORU GOJO)
COURSE DESCRIPTION: Professor Satoru Gojo was used to getting everything he wanted -- so when he took an extended sabbatical, forced to attend yet another symposium to mitigate the failure of his research, he wanted nothing more than to blow it off. Until he met you - someone who matches him in pace and wits, and makes him want only one thing - you. So when he has you and returns to his university, why is it he's the only one seemingly pining?
SATISFIES REQUIREMENT(S): 18+ ONLY, ONE NIGHT STAND GONE WRONG, BOSS X EMPLOYEE, FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS, DEPT HEAD X PROF, SUB!GOJO, PINING, MORE TO COME STATUS: AVAILABLE / INCOMPLETE
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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]
in holy matriphony ch3. domestic encounters
á° pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)
á° summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, n have been taking care of your sick mom ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.
á° genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, mild love triangle(s), gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s
á° warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!
á° chapter. 3/x (probably 10)
á° word count. 14.1k (i like this number)
a/n. hello hellooo my ihm bb's :'') so good to see you all again. so this is actually the first half of an original 26k word chapter 3 that i had written lmfaooo i genuinely entertained the idea of posting a 26k word chapter but like gat damn. idk i thought it would be too much. so there is this first part which is 14k and then the next chapter will be 12k! anywho, this chapter was fun to write, there's still a lot of set-up tho hahah. ihm has been really fun to write for me cuz it's kinda chaotic but chill at the same time lol :0 i really hope you enjoy!! see ya at the bottom!!
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âSooooâŠ..ready to consummate the marriage?â
You turn fast on your heel, so fast that Gojo almost trips over his own Welcome mat at his doorstep in an attempt to not accidentally topple over you, which youâre sure by the sheer size he has on you wouldâve killed you or at the very least paralyzed you from the neck down, so itâs a good thing his hands fly out of his pockets then brace himself on the wood paneling above the door.Â
âWhaââ you stutter, âwhat?!â
He stands up straight before leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms, the sleeve fabric of his suit stretching across thick muscle but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of looking. âThe marriage technically isnât valid unless we consummate it.â
You roll your eyes and dig your finger into your heel to take it off and then do the same with your other, relishing in the freedom of your feet from the shackles of constrictive feminine clothing articles, although youâre a solid two and a half inches shorter again. âI would rather make love to one of those inflatable balloon salesmen at car dealerships that flail and flap around in the wind than let you touch me for the purpose of sex.â
âFuck thatâs harsh,â he laughs, like heâs genuinely impressed by the comeback this time, âso a dead bedroom then, huh?â
âCanât be dead if it was never alive in the first place,â you mumble as you tread into his house and toss the documents envelope you had been holding onto the coffee table. You hear Gojo make his way across the hardwood floor behind you paired with the metal clanking of keys as he throws them into the paper mache bowl on the foyer table.Â
âBy the way,â you hear him say, and you turn your torso slightly to side eye him only to see that heâs casually taking his suit jacket off with a flip of it backwards, âwho was that guy in the courtroom that was glaring daggers into my soul?â
Your eyes widen briefly. And then you sigh. âMy ex.â
He pulls the jacket off behind him by the sleeves and tosses it onto the loveseat. âHuhhh. You used to date a cop? You donât seem like the type.â
âWhat?â you say as you face him fully. Heâs loosening his tie now with a tug. âWhy not?â
âYouâre kindaâŠdelinquent. Figured a cop would like a more âdocileâ woman,â he says.
âYou sound creepy as fuck,â you say, grimacing a little as you narrow your eyes at him.
He sighs before tossing his tie off to the side as well. âI donât agree with it. Iâm just getting into their headspace. Everyone knows how cops are. Yâknow, controlling.â
âChoso is different,â you immediately spat back at him, before your head can even run the words through a filter, and you realize it came off as defensive. Your cheeks warm, because now it looks like youâre not over your ex. And you want to be. Why were you still protecting Chosoâs dignity?
Gojo blinks at you, a little surprised before he swallows slowly and he holds his hands up in front of him in surrender. âAlright. I believe you.â
You turn away from him and worry your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling awkward before you scratch your elbow and then turn back to face him again. âWell. If you run into him around town,â you say, âcan you try to make him feel emasculated and jealous? He did me dirty.â
Gojo runs a hand through his hair. âUhhh. How?â
âI dunno,â you shrug, âbrag about how great our sex life is or something.â
âBut we have a sexless marriage.â
âOh, yes, speaking of this sexless marriage,â you start, jutting your hip out to the side as you cross your arms sternly, âthere are some ground rules that need to be set between you and I.â You point between the two of you.
âGround rules?â he mimics after you as he undoes the top couple buttons of his white dress shirt, âlike what?â
You hold a finger up. âLike no touching.â You hold another finger up. âObviously, no sex.â You hold another finger up. âNo sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.â You hold another finger up. âNo peeping in on me while Iâm showering.â You hold another finger up. âNo ogling me around the houââ
âThese rules sound incredibly one-sided,â he snorts.Â
âYeah, well, donât break them, you creep.â
âAnd if I catch you ogling me around the house?â he asks.Â
You roll your eyes. âSuch a thing will not happen.â
âUh-huh, uh-huh,â he sarcastically affirms, and he approaches you which makes you flinch a little but you realize heâs just walking past you towards the living room.
âYââ you stutter, âyou heard me, right? Once I start living here, you have to adhere to these rules.â
He waves his hand in the air dismissively with his back facing you. âYes maâam.â
Your eye twitches slightly, and you storm towards him only to watch him slump down onto his couch, knees spread wide as he leans forward with a small grunt to grab the remote off the coffee table before settling back again. He lays an arm up and stretched across the backrest of the couch before he turns the TV on and scrolls through news channels.Â
You make your way in front of him, obstructing the view of the TV, and he leans off to the side to try to catch a glimpse at the screen but you reposition your body so that he still canât see it. His eyes slowly move to you and he has an irritated look on his face.Â
âIâm tryna watch CNN,â he says.Â
âPunishment,â you say, âfor breaking any of these rules will be severe.â
He raises an eyebrow, interested all of a sudden as he tosses the remote back onto the coffee table and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. âOh? Whatâs the punishment?â
Honestly, you donât know. You just want to threaten him to keep him in line. Forget the fact that heâs the one doing you the favor here with this marital arrangement, and yet youâre threatening him. But it has to be done. âYou donât want to find out,â you say, trying to sound as eerie as possible.
âNot knowing what it is makes me want to find out,â he tells you, his knee swaying side to side like a dog wagging its tail.Â
You briefly glance down, and for fucks sake why is all of his clothing so perfectly fit and stretched taut whenever he does anything? You try not to eye the shape of his thighs as the black fabric stretches while heâs seated.
You clench your fists at your side, worry your bottom lip under your front teeth, furrow your brow and blink rapidly from not being able to come up with something to say, and Gojo seems to read this as worry before he laughs a little.
âDonât worry,â he says, âIâm not gonna break any of your silly rules, despite how tempting it might sound to me.â
âI donât believe you,â you mutter as you walk around the couch towards the kitchen, feeling thirsty all of a sudden.Â
âSeriously. I wonât. Youâre not my type,â he says from behind you on the couch, with a tone that tells you heâs trying to sound reassuring but it really just pisses you off even more, âI donât really go after women with daddy issues.â
âWhaââ you gasp, offended, and you spin on your heel to glare at the back of his head. âWho the fuck said I have daddy issues?!?!â
âNo one has to say it, I can feel it,â he says as he continues to clicks through channels.
You pick an avocado up out of the pile of fruits from the bowl at the center of the island, holding it over your shoulder to charge up as much kinetic energy as possible so you can chuck it at him hard enough to knock him unconscious, and itâs like he senses the malice radiating off of your body because he looks over his shoulder at you.
âWhatâs that in your hand?â he asks.
âA grenade,â you say, âthat Iâm gonna launch at you.â
âOh, thank god,â he exhales in relief, âI almost thought it was an avocado for a second.â
You deadpan stare at him. âI don't find you funny.â
âI think Iâm pretty funny,â he says mindlessly, like heâs just arguing with you for the sake of arguing.
âNo. I have never once laughed at a single thing youâve ever said. Only grimaced with disgust,â you say.
He sighs. âLook at us. Weâve barely been married for an hour and weâre already fighting.â
You abandon your empty glass on the counter, shuffling around the corner towards the front entrance of the house because you can feel the headache from your pure annoyance starting to creep up on you. You sense Gojoâs eyes on you from the couch as you shove your feet back into the uncomfortableness of your heels.Â
âWhere are you going?â he asks.Â
âBack to my house,â you grumble, wobbling a little when you take a step towards the door and place your hand on the handle.
âWhen are you gonna move in?â he asks suddenly.
You freeze in your tracks at his question. Youâve never heard the question before, because youâve never had the chance to live anywhere that wasnât your childhood home next door. So the question is jarring at best, and threatens to make you cry a little at worst.Â
âOnce I get my mom into hospice,â you say, quiet enough to where itâs possible he might not have even been able to hear it over the sound of presidential election updates. And then you make your way out of his house.Â
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Itâs a beautiful sunny spring morning, clouds trailing by across the sky offering momentary relief from the heat reaching the pavement, and youâve got a good marching band walk going on as you stroll down the sidewalk of your neighborhood for your morning walk. Well, that phrase implies that you go on morning walks often. You really donât, you very rarely have the time or energy. But today you decided it was time to turn your life around (your running shoes will see you same time next month).Â
You hear some commotion off at the right side of the street, and when you lift your head up a little to clear the obstructed view of your sun visor, you see a couple of cops standing on a lawn, chatting up your elderly women neighbors with their laughter bolstering in the air. One of the cops turns around, making eye contact with you, andâ Â of fucking course, itâs Choso.
âOh, fuck me,â you mutter under your breath and try to walk faster down the sidewalk in Korean ahjumma style.Â
âHey! y/n! Wait!â you hear him call out and he jogs across the street to catch up with you.
You continue to military march down pavement. âWhat do you want, Choso? Why are you stalking me?â
He runs up in front of you to stop you in your tracks. You frown at him and cross your arms across your chest. âIâm not stalking you,â he says, âI got a call about a stray dog out here.â
âOh. Wonderful. So glad to know our officers are keeping us safe from cute street dogs,â you say, tone dripping with sarcasm.
âThe dog had rabies. It bit an old man. Had to put it down,â he deadpans.
âO-Oh,â you stutter, cheeks flushing, âwell, then, leave? Your job here is done.â
âI justââ he starts, âI want toââ He sighs, looking flustered like heâs trying to gain some sort of courage. And youâre almost entirely certain he didnât need to garner this much courage to face a rabid dog than he seems to be needing for you. âI, uh, I want to meet your husband.â
âW-What??â you exasperate.
âTo say congrats,â he says, but through gritted teeth.
You roll your eyes. âYeah fucking right. You just wanna abuse your po-po powers to arrest him then throw him into jail then kill him to leave me widowed so that Iâll get back together with you and make a fool out of myself all over again.â
âYour capacity for catastrophization never fails to amaze me,â he says.
Youâre pretty sure your therapist said something similar to you last week, too.Â
âAhhh!! y/n!!â you hear a familiar feminine voice call from down the street, and both you and Choso turn your heads toward the source of the sound.
Amaya, your neighbor, who is roughly thirty-weeks pregnant at the moment and therefore waddling down the street to get to you, is waving her arms in the air as her husband as well as another one of your neighbors follows after her. She finally reaches you and takes your hands into hers. âI havenât seen you in forever!! Howâs your mom doing?â
âSheâs doing wellâŠjust getting by,â you say awkwardly, as Chosoâs cop partner also approaches this little group thatâs forming here, along with the elderly neighbors that he had been talking to.Â
âDoctors taking good care of her?â Amayaâs husband, Ren, asks you with a twisted expression on his face and arms tightly crossed over his chest like he was gonna beat the doctors up if they werenât.Â
âYesâŠâ you say, âalthough, I think Iâll be transferring her care to Kaiser.â Oh. Fuck. You shouldâve kept that to yourself. Big mouth.
You can feel Chosoâs eyes on you as he watches this interaction between you and your neighbors.Â
âOh! Thatâs interesting,â Amaya says, and as her hands soothe over yours, she feels the bump of the ring on your left hand. She glances down. âH-Huh??? Is this a wedding ring?!â
Choso crosses his arms and tucks his hands under his armpits in your periphery.
âYâŠyeeeeesssâŠâ you say awkwardly.
âYouâve finally married?â your elderly neighbors chirp out at the same time.
You shoot them a dirty look over the word finally. âYes.â Please drop the subject, please drop the subject.
But Amaya has always been the gossipy nosy neighbor. âTo who??â
Choso snaps his face to you, intently studying your body language. You take a deep breath.
âI-I didnât tell you?? I married Satoru!!â you chirp, as if it was a normal thing.
âEhhh?!â you hear multiple of your neighborsâ voices call out.Â
âYou married Satoru??? But you hate him!!â Amaya blurts out, her voice loud and echoing down the street of the neighborhood.
âIââ you stammer, ducking your head a little to hide behind your visor, âum, oh, yâknowâŠthose feelings justâŠsnuck up on me!â
âAwwww good for youuu,â Amaya coos, and one of your elderly neighbors comes up to you with a cheeky smile to then rubs your arm approvingly, âheâs sooooo handsome, youâre so lucky!!â
Ren lets out a hmph over his wifeâs flattery of another man, and you roll your eyes, wanting to put Gojo in his place even in the face of just your neighbors, but then you remember that a loving wife wouldnât say something like his personality makes him an ugly rat.Â
âBut when did this happen?â Chosoâs partner speaks up, his voice accusatory. Choso hits his partnerâs chest vest with the back of his hand, as if to say cut it out.
You feel pissed off at that.
âOh yeahhh, you and Choso only recently broke up!â Amaya says, pointing between the two of you.
You purse your lips together from the anxiety of this entire conversation. âThree weeks ago. Choso and I broke up three weeks ago,â you say, not even sure why youâre disclosing your personal matters to this group of congregated people, but the peer pressure was damning, and youâre pretty sure silence on this subject in front of your neighbors would only make Choso more suspicious, âandââ you had to get your story straight, âwellâŠwithin those three weeks, Satoru and I justâŠgot to know each other.â
âEh?â Ren speaks up. âBut he was out of town for two weeks. He only came back a week and a half ago.â
You blink at him.
âOhhh yes, yes, thatâs right, honey,â Amaya agrees with a slow nod in remembrance as she pats her husband's chest, âthose chocolates he brought us were from London, right?â
Choso tilts his head at you, giving you a glare with the intent of having you crack under this pressure, because youâve just been caught in a cold hard lie. More importantly, how the fuck did you not notice that Satoru had been gone for TWO WEEKS??? He was your next door neighbor. Youâve seriously been so damn out of it these days. Also, why the fuck didnât he get you chocolates from London?!?!?! The fucking snake.Â
âA marriage within three weeks is a little odd, no?â Chosoâs partner speaks up, but with less of a casual conversation tone and more of a I sense something illegal going on here tone.
âAlright, alright, alright,â Choso sighs, taking a step to stand in front of you. âLetâs all get on with our days. She doesnât have to share any information she doesnât want to.â
You blink in surprise at Chosoâs words, of which all your neighbors acknowledge albeit slightly reluctantly as they wave goodbye to you and start dispersing back to their homes. Chosoâs partner gets some notice through his radio, and he pulls it from the velcro of his chest to speak into it before heading back to their cop car with a slight jog. Once everyone is gone and itâs just you and Choso again, he turns around to face you. His arms are still crossed at his chest while he wears a very skeptical and almost reprimanding look on his face.
âWhat are you up to, y/n?â he immediately asks you, and you feel goosebumps tickle your skin even in the heat. âI really hope itâs not something fishy. Or illegal.â
You swallow hard. You know the U.S. federal codes in the law for marital & insurance fraud like the back of your hand, since you read through them hundreds of times before deciding if your arrangement with Gojo would be worth it. 8 U.S.C. 1033 and 18 U.S.C. 371 provide for a penalty of up to ten years in prison for insurance fraud. And under that statute, you can also be fined up to $250,000. The best case scenario is that you just have to divorce Gojo, and forfeit your chances of ever recovering from your crippling debt. And while itâs hard to prove marital fraud, Choso had reason for a personal vendetta against you, and he has the resources to launch an investigation.Â
âWhy would I do something illegal??â you ask, as if to convince him that the possibility was absurd.Â
He takes a step closer to you, and your breathing picks up. âPeople do illegal things all the time,â he says, âfor the thrill, out of curiosity,â another step closer, âthe most common reason that Iâve seen?â Heâs so close to you now that you catch the familiar scent of his skin. âDesperation.â
You catch a small gasp of air from his imposition in your personal space, and finally, your weak legs manage to take you a step back.Â
âI really donât know what youâre talking about here,â you say with a shaky voice.
He raises an eyebrow at you. And then he sighs. âStay out of trouble.â
Your eye twitches at him, annoyance resurging but you have to bite your tongue for self preservation. Gojoâs words about cops liking more docile women ring in your ears for a brief moment, and you have to physically shake your head to get his voice out of it.Â
His partner yells for him from his car, something about a call they got for a robbery downtown, and Choso spares you a warning look before he turns on his heel and jogs back to the car. The sound of police sirens mimic the panic in your beating heart as you watch them speed off down the street and out of sight.
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You pull into your neighborhood at the early hours of the morning, skin feeling dry and eyes feeling heavy with exhaustion as you yank your hospital badge clip off your scrub top to toss onto the passenger seat along with your stethoscope, releasing it from your neck like pulling a noose loose.Â
Before your shift last night, you had to take your mom to the hospital because she was have shortness of breath, and her oxygen saturation was low on her pulse oximeter. Sheâs stable now, it was just yet another flare up of her COPD, but given her other risk factors, the hospitalist admitted her to monitor her overnight and through to the evening today if all goes well. Which meant that you could have the house to yourself for once. It might sound selfish to say, because shouldnât the more dominant feeling be I hope my mom will be okay, but the reality was that thereâs only so much of that worry you can have at a time. It doesnât mean youâre not thinking of her literally every second of the day. It just means youâre human.Â
The weirdest thing about working the night shift is seeing everyone elseâs days start while yours is just ending. Thereâs a bit of satisfaction with it. Like imagining laughing at their faces ha ha! You have to go to work now at seven in the morning, meanwhile I get to sleep! as if working the night shift doesnât lead to substantially higher rates of cardiovascular disease and other chronic illness, as well as an early death. So who really got the last laugh? Day shift workers. Literally.
It wasnât something you did because you liked working the night shift. You do it because you get paid a 20% differential for it. And you need all the money you can get right now.
Your brain seems to be working more than usual if youâre able to think about all these things after a shift. Swiftly pulling into the driveway of your home, around the hull of Gojoâs obnoxious boat in the driveway, you get out of your car with your purse hanging from your shoulder and just before you shut the door, you see one of your elderly neighbors waving at you from across the street. Youâre pretty sure her name is Margaret, but youâre awful with names. You do remember that she was in the posse of neighbors that were flocking you yesterday and asking you pushy questions about your marriage in the presence of Choso. And your body stiffens a little.Â
She tilts her head at you as you stand in your driveway, and you awkwardly glance over at Gojoâs house.
âOops!â you chirp from across the street, âalways forget to pull into the Hubbyâs driveway instead! Silly me!!â
You grab your emergency overnight stay bag from the back of your car and hurry over to Gojoâs house, knocking on the door incessantly and ringing the bell so as to not arouse any more suspicion from your neighbors about why two married people arenât living together. âForgot my keys!! Hahahhahaha,â you exclaim while your pounding on the door intensifies. Youâre sure you're just being paranoid, because why would sweet old lady Margaret (Janice? Patricia?) snitch on you? But youâve been paranoid all your life. Itâs one of your fatal flaws.Â
The door opens suddenly, right as you were about to pound harshly once again, and you stop the motion in time to not sock Gojo in the abdomen with your fist. He blinks down at you, his face a little puffy from sleep, his hair shooting out in all different directions, and he scratches at his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt, one he clearly threw on last minute before opening the door considering the fact that he put it on backwards. And inside-out.Â
âHuh? y/n?â he mumbles, his voice deep and kind of raspy with sleep, âwhat are you doing here?â
âJust let me in,â you hiss at him, glancing over your shoulder to your elderly neighbor's lawn for a second, and then duck under his arm that was holding the door open to get inside the house.
You turn around to see him shrug his shoulders and slowly close the door, clearly too tired to deal with the bullshit this early in the AM, and he turns around to face you before leaning back onto the surface. His eyes close, like heâs trying to preserve the sleepy feeling for when he gets back into bed.
âCan I help you?â he says. His head falls back with a small thump to rest on the door.
âIâm going to sleep here for the night. Er, for the day,â you say. âI will move in starting today.â
âOkay,â he easily agrees.
You blink at him. âUm. Show me to my room.â
âYeah, sure,â he says, scratching the back of his neck as he heads for the stairs with the shuffle of his slippers across the hardwood floor. You note that he is very easily malleable and overall smooth brained when heâs sleepy. You try to ignore the fact that you find it kinda cute.Â
You follow him up the stairs and he leads you across the loft into a hallway studded with a couple of doors. He opens one of them for you, his head drifting a little like heâs about to fall back asleep. âHere you go,â he says while gesturing inside the bedroom and rubbing his eye with a weakly closed fist, âguest bedroom. Uh, thereâs another one near the master too thatâs a bit bigger, but this one has a lock on the door. So that I donât sneak into your room in the middle of the night.â
âThanks,â you accept and head inside. You set your emergency overnight stay bag on the bed and then turn around to face the door to find Gojo still standing in the frame. He has his hands pushed into the pockets of his pajama pants as he squints at you.Â
You feelâŠa littleâŠnervous? Shy? Who the fuck were you to be shy in front of Gojo? You really donât give a damn what he thinks about you, since a lion does not concern itself with the opinions of a sheep (youâve been doing reruns of Game of Thrones this past week), but starting today, youâll be in his territory, and this whole situation is so domestic that you feel vulnerable in front of him. Like the sheep somehow managed to splay the lion open this time, and now the real you is on display for him. Youâre suddenly self conscious of the unruly state of your hair and the stains of IV fluid on your black scrubs and the fact that the allegedly flake-proof mascara you put on at the beginning of your shift has long since flaked all over your cheeks.
âUm. Can you leave?â you say in a small voice.
âHuh?â he responds, like he himself forgot that he was still standing there. âOh. Yeah. Sorry.â He lets out a very long exhale. âMake yourself at home.â And then, still facing you, he walks off to the side veeeeeeery slowly until heâs out of sight.
You walk up to the doorframe and peak your head around to the left to see him still standing there.
âSatoru. Stop treating me like Iâm some animal at the zoo. Leave.âÂ
âItâs just so weird seeing you in my house like thiââ
You slam the door on him, your breathing finally slowing down again as your palms lay flat on painted white wood. You move your hand down to the handle, thumb and forefinger lingering on the lock as you look at it for a moment, but ultimately decide against locking it.
The room has a bathroom attached to it which is nice. The bed is a queen size, fitted with light blue and eggshell white sheets, tucked neatly spare for one corner of the bed where the duvet is flipped over. To the left of the bed is a nightstand and to the right is a dresser that looks very new. You take a glance at your reflection in the mirror sitting above it, and let out a small gasp at your less than flattering appearance.Â
A five minute shower does you wonders, and you pat yourself dry with a towel that matches the shower curtain. You find one of your floor-length vintage nightgowns, with the long frilly sleeves, after rustling through your overnight stay bag, along with a toothbrush and some moisturizer.Â
As you brush your teeth, you pace around the room. Thereâs a little staggered rack near the window that is lined with plants and the blinds are angled perfectly for sunlight to get through to them. You poke your finger to one of the plantâs soil and notice that itâs damp. Been watered recently. Gojo is a plant guy? He really doesnât seem the type. Well, actually, heâs pretty vain about his avocado tree. But houseplants were a different story. A whole different trope of person.
After getting ready for bed, you slip into the sheets and lay stiff despite the comfortable mattress as you stare up at the ceiling with the duvet tucked under your arms. Itâs bright in the room. Back home, you have blackout curtains, which help you sleep because it blocks out the morning light. Here, you donât have that. You donât have your melatonin either. But you do have the exhaustion in your veins, making you blink slowly and slowly until the water in your eyes feels as thick as oil. Youâre so tired to the point that you canât even sleep.
You force your eyes to close anyway. Youâll pretend youâre a queen in a palace, here in a foreign land she has recently conquered under her empire. A daydream that you find doesnât really help you drift off to sleep. But counting sheep never fails you.Â
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You awake in the afternoon with a headache that pounds at your head like the FBI is trying to infiltrate your own mind. And all you can hear now is the FBI OPEN UP!!! meme as you groan and rub at your temples with one hand while leaning over the bed to pet at the nightstand for your go-to bottle of Tylenol just toâ
Pet around at nothing.
âMm?â you mumble, opening your eyes cautiously before harsh light makes you close them again. But even behind the protection of your eyelids, youâre still very keen on the brightness that finds you in this room. Finally, youâre able to blink the sleepiness away and adjust to the light, and when the blur of your vision subsides, you realize that youâre in a bed that is most definitely not your own. And then you remember.
You spent your first night (well, technically morning and early afternoon), at Gojoâs house.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, balled up fist rubbing at your eyes ferociously as you sit groggy from the sleep that enveloped you so performatively after your shift last night. You canât even remember coming to his house, which is concerning, since that could mean you forgot to do a lot of other things when coming home. Like changing your clothes, and scrubbing your make-up off. But it seems like habit and routine has saved you, since you glance down and see yourself in one of your nightgowns and your skin doesnât feel dry.
A loud thud! noise from directly beneath you startles you, jolting some of the sleepiness out of you, and you finally feel inclined to head out the door.
You make it across the loft and to the top of the staircase so you can peer over the railing to the downstairs floor. But from the top, you canât see anything except for the entry area and the family room, but you assume the sounds you hear are coming from the kitchen, because it sounds like the closing of a fridge and ceramic on marble paired with footsteps on hardwood. Lifting the hem of your nightgown up so you donât trip over it, you creep down the stairs, diligent in avoiding the 2nd and 7th step (youâve since learned that they creak a little), and make steady progress in getting to the bottom of the stairwell to then stealthily peak your head around the rail and peer into the kitchen. You only have a view of one side, the long counter strip with the stove and the fridge, but you freeze when youâre met with the sight of a man standing there shirtless pouring orange juice into a coffee mug.
Youâre temporarily shocked, your fight of flight immediately kicking in as you clutch the imaginary pearls around your neck in fearâŠbut thenâŠyou slowlyâŠfind yourself starting to stare. This manâs back is huge, massive reallyâŠwith tense and defined muscles, expansive smooth lines with ridges that meet bone. His shoulders are broad, rounding down into strong arms that are split with veins. And your eyes trail the way his waist narrows down to his hips, of which gray sweatpants very loosely hang from. Honestly, if the door in the movie Titanic was as large as this manâs back, then maybe Rose AND Jack could have fit on it and survived. (a/n. basically picture this)
And in the middle of your drooling, you realize. That this man. Is. Gojo.
Which should be a relief to you, because if it wasnât Gojo, and there was just some random man in the house, then youâd have to start looking for a weapon of sorts. But instead you just continue to watch him silently without coming out of your hiding. Shirtless in his own kitchen (a crime, really) as he pours OJ into a black mug (who the fuck drinks juice from a coffee mug). He suddenly turns around to face the island and a small gasp leaves your lips before you duck your head behind the rail to hide yourself from his line of sight, and when you realize youâre in the clear, you slowly peak your head back out.
The sight of his chest and torso nearly knocks you breathless, because why is his skin so smoothâŠand taut across the defined muscles of his abs, glistening with a sheen you can only guess is a salty layer of sweat. His fringe is damp, sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face, a droplet of sweat rolling down from his temple towards his chin but he uses his bare shoulder to wipe the sweat off before it can get that far. He brings the mug of OJ to his lips and tips it back with a swallow, the thick muscles of his neck rippling and rolling with the bobbing of his Adamâs apple, a singular droplet of orange juice escaping from the corner of his lips, trailing down the vein on his neck and into the territory of his chest. Okay. You were being creepy as fuck right now. He canât find out that youâre staring at him like this, youâd literally move to a different country if he ever caught you. And yet, for some reason, you just canât stop either.Â
He pulls the mug from his mouth, letting out a large exhale since he literally just gulped it all down in one go. He places his palms flat on the table, slightly distant from one another, as he takes in the sight of his counter, while you take in the sight of the way his biceps bulge and the veins on his thick forearms tense. He looks like heâs contemplating something. And then he shrugs his shoulders slightly before grabbing the carton next to him and chugging straight from it, like whatever he poured himself wasnât enough to quench the thirst for citrus juice he seems to have afterâyou can only assumeâthe workout he just had.Â
Thereâs a deep noise thatâs muffled in his throat in the second before he pulls the carton away from his mouth and his eyes glance at something on the floor. You canât see what it is, but you can see the marvelous shape of his ass through his sweatpantsâ I mean, you can see him furrow his brow a little and then heâs suddenly crouched down on the floor, ducked behind the island and out of sight, before he mutters something that you think sounds like damn fridgeâŠ
You stand on your tiptoes on the last step, trying to peer over the obstructing view of the counter, but you trip over the hem of your nightgown, losing balance andâ
âfall straight onto the hardwood in front of you, on all fours.Â
âAh,â you exclaim blandly, and in your periphery, see Gojo suddenly stand up straight from his crouched position.
ây/n?â he calls out from the kitchen, his tone surprised.
âSorry!â you chirp as you feel embarrassment creeping up on your cheeks, âjust, uh, fell down the stairs!â
âWhat?!?â he exclaims in a panic, and you forgot that most people would panic if someone said that to them. He rushes over to you and gets down on one of his knees to peer at your face, his hand shooting out to grab your upper arm with little delicacy out of concern, and his eyes roam all across you to assess for injuries. âAre you okay??â
âJust!â you chirp as you yank your arm out of his hold, âPeachy!â Youâre not able to make eye contact with him as he remains kneeled next to you, but you canât find yourself able to move either. So you just relish in the ridiculous feeling of being on all fours in your vintage grandma nightgown in front of your shirtless and, breaking news: very hot, fake husband. God you can smell the musk and sweat from him when heâs this close, and itâs sexy. You have to be careful to not just straight up mount him on the floor right now. Much to your aroused dismay.Â
âUm,â you squeak out, âcan you put a shirt on.â
âHuh?â he looks down at himself, like he forgot heâs half naked. âOh. Yeah.â He stands up. âSorry, Iâm not really used to having someone in the house anymore,â he says, and his use of the word anymore isnât lost on you.Â
He heads over to the coat closet, pulling a gray sweatshirt thatâs a shade darker than his sweatpants off of a coat hanger and then pulling it on over his head. He pulls the hood off, and now his hair looks damp with sweat and sexily ruffled up. And heâs also in a comfy-looking sweatshirt. That was way hotter than being shirtless, for fucks sake. You wonder if heâd reconsider being shirtless again. Heâs kneeling down beside you once more, and yes you are still on all fours just staring down at the hardwood floor like an animal paralyzed with fear.Â
âHave some decency, please. Especially since I am to start living here from today onwards. I would appreciate modesty around the house,â you say as a tactic of self preservation. âTake note of my attireâappropriately covering all skin.â
âAre you gonna stand up?â he asks you.
âNo. I shan't.â
âWhat? Why not? And why are you talking like that?âÂ
âIt appears I am frozen.â
âAre your knees okay?â
âI believe so.â
He sighs and gets up from his knelt position, then suddenly comes up behind you, bending over to wrap his arms around your waist tightly before picking you up with the same ease in which someone would pick up a plastic lawn chair. You gasp, still retaining your four-legged creature formation, until he shakes it out of you and then sets you back down onto your feet.Â
âDonât be so dramatic,â he says with a sigh as he heads back towards the kitchen, and heâs back to crouching down somewhere behind the counter.
You shuffle your feet over to the kitchen and peer over the kitchen island to see that heâs examining the floor in front of the fridge.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
He scratches at his eyebrow. âThe fridge is leaking again.â
âOh.â
He clicks something on both sides of the fridge's feet and then grips the corners of its body, pulling it out from the wall with a small grunt leaving his lips. Even with the baggy sweatshirt, you can see the curves of the muscles in his arms as he works.Â
You place your elbows on the island and hold your face in your hands as you watch him. âHow are you gonna fix it?â
Heâs dabbing at the wet hardwood with a very worn out rag to get it dry. âI just have to shut the water valve off for a bit.â
âHow do you do that?â
He points over his shoulder with his thumb, and you trace the line of it to the cabinet under the sink.Â
âReally? Youâre gonna get under the sink?â
He dusts his hands off and tosses the rug off to the side. âUh-huh.â
âAre you sure you can fix it?â
âYeah. No problem.â
âHow long has this been an issue?â
His gaze flicks to yours briefly before he stands up. âAbout a week.â
âDonât you think you should just call someone?â
âWhat?â He turns to face you and crosses his arms across his chest while raising an eyebrow at you, like youâve just deeply offended him. âWhy the fuck would I call someone for a job I could do myself?â
You tilt your head at him, trying to hide the smirk that threatens to tug at your lips. âWell you said itâs been a whole week.â
âYeah, Iâveâ...Iâve just been busy. So I havenât had a chance to really take a look at it.â
âOhhhh okay okay,â you say in a teasingly skeptic tone, poking your tongue to your cheek as itâs getting progressively harder to hide your grin.
âWhat?â he says to you, impatiently.
âNothinggg,â you purr, and you watch him with a cheeky look on your face as he glares at you before he disappears off towards the garage.
He comes back with a tool box and you spend some time poking around in it curiously as he grabs a couple of tools before crouching down in front of the sink.
For some reason, you feel shy watching him. Maybe itâs because when heâs laying on his back, the top twenty-percent of him ducked underneath the sink, and heâs working his hands on some pipes that you canât see, his sweatshirt rides up a little and you can see the very lower part of his torso. And then when he yanks particularly hard on something, it rides up more and you can see his abs tensing and relaxing with almost every breath he takes and every move he makes. Youâre just grateful he canât see you, and the urge to clench your thighs together is almost stronger than your brainâs disposition to convince yourself that heâs not attractive just because you think heâs annoying most of the time.Â
ây/n,â he calls out to you from under the sink, and you jump a little. He tilts his head a little so he can make eye contact with you from under. âCan you hand me those slip-joint pliers?â
âI have no idea what that is or where to even begin to know what that is.â
âThe pliers that have the serrated edges,â he tries.
âHuh?â
â.........shark with sharp teeth.âÂ
âOh! Yes. Yes, of course,â you grab them and then shuffle over to him before crouching down, balancing on your toes, âhere you go.â
âThanks,â he says in a flat tone, slowly taking them from you.Â
âYouâre welcome!â you chirp. You feel very useful.Â
His head disappears back to deep underneath the sink again to work on stuff again. Even though this whole thing is probably just his masculine ego wanting to fix things around the house by himself rather than just call a person that is literally paid to fix these sorts of things, you have to admit that youâre not complaining for getting to watch him do something handy.Â
âIâve justâ gottaââ he grunts a little and you hear the creaking of pipes, âtighten this up a bitââ he lets out another gruff noise, his voice strained with effort, and youâre ashamed to say it sounds hot. âAlright!â He pulls himself out from under the sink and stands up back onto his feet with a bounce in his step as he dusts his hands off. âFixed. For now.â
The fridge starts making a strange whirring noise. You raise an eyebrow at him. He quickly reaches behind it and clicks some button before the eerie whirring stops.
âOkay. Now itâs fixed.â
You give him a very skeptic look. âSure, Jan.â
âDonât sure jan me. Trust. It wonât leak anymore.â
âWhatever you say,â you respond before heading back up the stairs to freshen up.Â
By the time you go back downstairs, Gojo is nowhere to be found, and you take the opportunity to sit on his couch in the living room to then peruse which streaming services he has on his TV. It isnât until about ten minutes later that you hear someone coming down the stairs, because he makes no effort to avoid the creaky steps.
You put your elbow up on the couch backrest and twist your torso to look at him. Heâs wearing pajama pants and an unmatching black short sleeve cotton T-shirt thatâs loose around his torso but tight at the arms. Heâs ruffling his hair up with a hand towel, attempting to get it dry from the shower he clearly just took. As he makes his way towards the living room, you catch a waft of the clean soapy aqua fragrance of shampoo lingering in his hair. He stops about four feet behind the couch.
You glance down at his feet. âWhy the fuck are you, as a grown ass man, wearing bunny slippers inside the house?â
He opens one eye to glance down at his slippers as he continues to tousle his hair dry, âoh, Juno got them for me for Christmas last year. She wanted me to wear them âall the time or else uncle toruâs feet will burn off from the floor lava.â
A small smile makes its way onto your face.Â
Juno is Gojoâs five-year-old niece, and from the interactions youâve seen between them, and from the way My Little Pony was the first thing that popped up when you turned the TV on, you know that Gojo absolutely adores her and vice versa. Youâve met her a couple times, even babysat her once in an emergency, and sheâs a cute and bright little kid that you certainly have way more fondness for than her obnoxiously annoying uncle who is also now your fake husband. Wait, does that mean that Juno is your niece now, too?
Gojo lets out a sigh before hanging the towel over his shoulder, his hair apparently adequately dry enough for him now. He looks younger when his hair is messy and a little damp, falling over his forehead flatter than usual. Itâs kinda boyish and dare-you-say charming.
He looks down at his slippers again with a pleasant reminiscent look on his face before placing his hands on his hips like heâs a baseball dad of three. âYâknow, when I was growing upââ
âAh yes. During the Great Depression.â
He gives you an annoyed look. âQuit it. When I was a kidââ
âBack in the 1800s.â
âArenât you pushing thirty?â he asks you.
âArenât you in need of some new dentures?â you ask him.
âFuckinâ rude,â he mumbles as he walks towards the foyer table to rip open some of the mail that was scattered across it.
âWhat happened when you were a kid?â you ask.
âForget it,â he says, tucking some of his bills back into envelopes.
âWhat!! I wanna know,â you say.
âYeah well I donât want to tell you anymore,â he responds.
As you two fully grown adults continue bickering like toddlers for the better part of two minutes, your phone is ringing upstairs unbeknownst to you.Â
âWait. Shut up,â Gojo cuts off your next insult as he snaps his head up-right suddenly.Â
âWhat?! Did you just tell me to shut uââ
âShhhhhh,â he hushes you, turning his ear towards the stairs with a concentrated expression on his face.
You silence yourself, and then you hear the ringing coming from upstairs.
âFuck,â you mumble as you scramble off the couch and jog to the bottom of the staircase, Gojoâs eyes on you the entire time as you run up the steps back to your room.
You hear your phone ringing on the bed somewhere but you canât find it so you rummage through the sheets before finally spotting it, swiping on the call and bringing it to your ear without even checking the caller ID.
âHello?â you say.
âOh! y/n, hi there. Itâs Dr. Johnson calling. I was prepared to leave you a voicemail,â he says.
âIâm here,â you say hastily, holding your phone to your ear with both hands as you feel your entire body tense up.Â
You never knew what to expect with any sort of phone calls these days, especially when youâre at work or when your mom isnât home, because a phone call could be something as simple as approving a refill on some of her medication, to something much worse than that. Something much more final than that.Â
âItâs not an emergency,â Dr. Johnson says on the other line, like he can sense your fear and anxiety through the phone, âjust wanted to reach out to let you know that I spoke with the hospitalist who admitted your mother to the hospital and sheâs doing better now. Theyâll likely discharge her by the end of the day.â
You slowly let out the breath you were holding. âOh, thatâs wonderful. I know she needs to come in for chemo tomorrow, so itâs perfect timing.â
âYes, weâll see her tomorrow.â
âUh, Dr. Johnson, I do want to let you knowâŠIâll be admitting my mom for hospice in a couple of days,â you tell him. You wince a little, because you know itâs probably something that you shouldâve discussed with him prior to all of this. âItâsâŠlikely that you wonât have to continue her care anymore, since sheâs been approved for Kaiser insurance, Iâll be transferring her care to Kaiser physicians.â
Thereâs a moment of silence on the other line, the briefest moment of hesitation from a self-assured doctor who always had something to say right away. âReally? Thatâsâ...wow. I canât say I wonât be extremely sad to not see her anymore.â
âI knowâŠâ you say, worrying your bottom lip through your teeth, feeling a sudden wave of guilt overtake your senses, âyouâve been following her progress ever since her diagnosis, even got her into remissionâŠitâs just a little complicated with some insurance stuff and some bills as well. If I could have things my way, I would continue care with you and your team.â
Even though you canât see it, you can tell heâs nodding on the other line. âI understand, y/n. I know that thereâs more to healthcare in this country than justâŠreceiving care. But I donât have to explain those things to you, since youâre a nurse. Do whatâs best for you and your family. Give me the details for the hospice, and Iâll have my MAs send over your motherâs chart.â
âThank you, Dr. Johnson,â you whisper, your voice cracking slightly. âReally. For everything.â
âYouâre most welcome.â
âOhââ you stutter, in fear he might hang up right as you remembered to ask him something.
âYes?â
âI know Iâll see you tomorrow so we can discuss it then too, but I was just wondering if the scans were back from my momâs brain MRI she had done? I know they usually take three weeks to come back but just wanted to check.â
He lets out a low chuckle. âI had a feeling youâd follow up about that. No, there are no scans that have come back. Iâll let you know right away when they do.â
âOkayâŠâ you say.
âI know youâre worried about a possible glioma,â he speaks up, âbut letâs just try to stay positive until we see the scans, okay?â
âYes. Sounds good. Thank you, doctor.â
âAlright. I will see you and your mom tomorrow.â
âYes. Bye,â you say and hear his word of farewell too before hanging up.Â
You stare down at the screen of your phone, taking in slow deep breaths to calm down your nerves. You just wanted these scans to come back already so that you could feel at peace knowing that your momâs worsening neurological condition is due to her Alzheimerâs and not a tumor in her brain. The average survival length of a person with a brain tumor is low, and even worse if itâs a glioblastoma, ranging at around 12-18 months. You can buy her a few years at least with the stage of cancer progression sheâs at right now, even with the possibility of remission, but if it becomes severely advanced disease thenâ
You gasp softly and cover your mouth with your hand, unable to even fathom the thought without feeling a feverish chill run down your entire body. Now's not the time to spiral. Deep breaths. One, two, three. Now is the time to stay positive. Just like Dr. Johnson said.Â
Putting one step ahead of the other, you leave the room, cross the loft and slowly make your way down the stairs and stop at the very last step when you see Gojo rushing across the foyer with his dress shoes on, wearing a dark blue suit, save for the tie, and he looks like heâs pressed for time.
âAre you going somewhere?â you ask from the last step, your hand curled around the rail still.
âHey, uh, yeah,â he scrambles, grabbing his keys from the paper mache bowl on the foyer table and then pats at his pockets for his wallet only to notice itâs absent. âFuck.â He disappears somewhere into the house in a hurry and then returns with his wallet in his hand before shoving it in his pocket with the jingle of his keys too. âI had to push a couple house viewings from this afternoon up, so I need to leave.â He finally turns to face you and exhales slowly to regain his breath. âSmall favor?â
âWhatâs up,â you say.
He rubs the back of his neck a little guiltily. âWell, Sana called a few minutes ago asking if I could watch Juno since she had to pick her up early from school, and I said sure, but I have to leave now, soââ
âI can watch her,â you say.
He claps his hands together in prayer form and holds them up to his face, âI owe you one.â
âMhmmmmm,â you hum, watching as he resumes his haste to leave the house. And just before he heads out the door, you sayâ âCollar.â
âHuh?â He turns around to face you. âOh.â He takes a second to flatten the collar of his shirt. âThanks.â And then heâs out the door.
You sigh, relishing in the emptiness of the house. Maybe you should raid his pantry, or play porn on the TV super loud so all the neighbors think heâs a creep. But perhaps that is not appropriate, given that his sister will be bringing his niece over very soon.
You quickly head over to your house to change into something more appropriate than your nightgown, just some blue jeans that honestly make you look like a soccer mom, and then a T-shirt. You walk back to Gojoâs house and only get about five minutes to peruse his pantry when the doorbell rings.
When you open the door, youâre met face-to-face with Gojoâs sister, Sana. How would you describe Sana? Well, first of all, sheâs beautiful, with all the same features as Gojo except in female form. Striking round blue eyes, silky white hair that shimmers silver underneath sunlight (you would describe Gojo less poetically than this, though). Her hair is pin straight, falling down just past her shoulders. Sheâs sweet, or at least has been the couple of times that youâve met her, but she can also be a little serious and strict. The type to not really laugh at the dinner table if you make a pointed joke about the current political state of the country, but maybe itâs because she didnât even understand the joke to begin with. Either way, sheâs very different from the annoying and irritating temperament of her older brother, and how their mother managed to give birth to such two different kids is beyond you.
âHey,â you greet her at the door with a small smile.
âHi, y/n,â she returns with a polite smile of her own. Sheâs holding onto Junoâs scrawny shoulders as the kid stands in front of her, barely to the height of her motherâs hips. Juno was toying with the light pink baseball cap on her head, her hair pulled through the opening in the back and tied up into a ponytail. âIâm so sorry to bother you with her.â
âOh! No, not a bother at all, I love getting to see her,â you say as you crouch down to get at eye level with her. âHi Juno!â
Juno has curly white hair rather than the pin straight that her mother possessed, a feature that more closely resembles her fatherâs hair, along with her hazel eyes. Youâve only met Sanaâs husband, Jun, once before. From what you know, heâs some type of businessman, and the first thing you noticed about him was that he was the same height as Sana. But his wife was blessed with supermodel height and was probably taller than most men, so it wasnât surprising. Jun was hearty, almost suspiciously kind, laughed boisterously loud, and in the small amount of time you met him, it was easy to see that Sana very rarely humored his ill-mannered and awkwardly-placed jokes, but they seemed very in love with each other regardless. Apparently he and Gojo go golfing every other weekend. Information that you seem to know despite any desire to know it.Â
Juno hugs her water bottle to her chest, shy as she makes eye contact with you. âHi, auntie y/n.â
âI loooooove your baseball cap! Itâs so cute, where did you get it?â you ask her.
She blinks off to the side timidly, her fluffy white lashes fluttering over her bright eyes. âUm. Uncle Toru.â
âOhhh I see, I see! It suits you.â
Sana nudges her a little with her knee. âWhat do we say, Juno?â
âThank you, auntie y/n,â she immediately squeaks out in reflex.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of the white bandage wrapped over her tiny arm and your brow furrows before reaching out to gently hold it. Juno winces a little from the sensation. You stand up straight.
âWhat happened to her arm?â you ask Sana.
Sana sighs as she tucks some of her hair behind her ear. âShe fell on the playground at school today. Itâs a pretty large scrape and itâs been hurting her a lot.â
âDid you disinfect it?â
âOhâŠI justâ...washed it with some water. The school nurse wasnât there today so I just had to pick her up early.âÂ
âMm, I see,â you say, âI can take a look at it. I have some neosporin in my purse.â
She lets out a relieved sigh, like she was secretly hoping you would make the offer. âThank you. Really.â She gently pushes on her daughterâs shoulder. âCâmon Juno. Go inside and set your homework up on the table.â
Juno cranes her neck up to look at her mom. âMommy, can I have a snack first? Pop-tart!â
âIf your uncle has them in the pantry, then sure,â Sana says, and immediately upon hearing those words, Juno rushes inside the house with giggles filling the air. âBut only one!!â Sana yells out to her in a strict tone, and you watch with amusement as Juno skips off before returning your attention back to Sana.
âSoooâŠâ she starts, a small hint of hesitation playing on her usually prim face, âI suppose weâre sisters now. Sisters-in-law.â
Your eyes widen and your shoulders stiffen. It was at least a good thing that Gojo told his family already that you two are married, because it seems that most of his extended family live here in this town. At least, you know that his sisterâs family and his parents live here. Better to be heard from him directly than to run into you randomly living at his house all of a sudden when they drop by. Youâre sure his family has questions about this extremely sudden marriage to say the least. Youâre not sure how much theyâll try to pry, but you hope itâs not much, because youâve never really been a great actress. âYes. Yes, we are.â
âMm,â she hums pleasantly at you, nodding slowly and peering off into the house beyond your shoulder, âsayâŠIâm, um, just a littleâŠsurprised by how sudden this all is.â
âHmm?â
âWith you and my brother,â she says straightforwardly. âObviously, you must know heâs been married before, but itâsâŠa little odd, it feels like just yesterday when he told us he wasâŠgetting a divorce. And now heâs married again.â She trails off when she has some sobering thought that flashes through her head. âOh gosh, Iâm sorry. I donât know why Iâm blabbering about this. Iâm justâ...Iâm just thinking out loud. It must be a sore topic.â
âOh, no, no, not at all. No worries,â you say with an awkward laugh, âIâve, um, come to terms with it?â You try your best to come up with a believable response.
âThatâs good,â she says while she runs soothing circles with her thumb over the skin at her elbow, âwell, some love moves faster than others.â She displays a well-meaning smile on her face. âIâm really happy for you two.â
For some reason, your heart warms. Like when the lines of reality and imagination blur, and so youâre left here with a truly comforting feeling. Only itâs fleeting and temporary, like escapism. âThank you,â you say softly. And after a moment, âby the way, Iâm really sorry forâŠSatoru and I not having a proper wedding. We just wanted something simple.â
She lets out a small scoff. âOh, gosh, donât apologize for that. Iâm sick of weddings. I was so glad I didnât have to peruse yet another wedding registry this year. There are only so many toaster ovens I can buy.â
Youâre a little surprised by the humor from her, but the two of you let out small laughs in unison at the doorstep.
Sana glances at her watch. âI have to get going. Call me if you need anything, okay?âÂ
You nod. âSure. Thanks.â
You close the door slowly, watching her briefly through the stained glass window as she heads towards her car and gets inside before promptly driving off.Â
Thereâs the sound of ruffling heard and then the sound of things falling off a shelf towards the kitchen. You turn on your heel and head in the direction. âJunooo,â you call out, âwhere are youuuu?â
âIn here!â she chirps from the pantry room. You turn the light on to see her standing in the center with a couple boxes of cereal fallen around her. Sheâs holding an empty box in her hand. âThe pop-tart box is empty,â she says with a pout and sulk of her shoulders as she makes the most :(( face youâve ever seen a child make.
âOh no,â you say, grabbing the box from her and inspecting the inside, âyour devious uncle mustâve eaten them all in a manic episode.â
âWhat is a manic mean?â she asks you as she looks up, rubbing her ankle with her other foot.
âOh, itâs likeâŠcrazy? He went crazy?â
She giggles at the thought.
âIf youâre hungry, I can make you something,â you offer.
She shyly nods her head but her grin fully rounds her cheeks before she darts off towards the kitchen.Â
You find her standing near the kitchen island, trying to get up onto one of the bar stools but to no avail. You come up behind her to pick her up then set her down on the seat, adjusting it so itâs a little higher.Â
âWhat do you want me to make?â you ask her as you come around to the other side of the island and set your elbows up on the cold marble, leaning over to place your chin in your palm.Â
âUmâŠâ she brings her index finger up to her bottom lip in thought, âpancakes? Can I have blubbery pancakes?â
âHuh?âÂ
âUmâŠâ she starts again, âlast time, when I eated them at your house. Um, when I ated them at your house,â she tries to correct herself, âI really liked them.â
âOh!â you perch up from your bent over position, âI remember! The blueberry pancakes. Aww, Juno, you remember that? How sweet.â
She becomes a little bashful and glances down at the her lap.
âOkayyy,â you say, placing your hands on your waist as you look around at the kitchen, âwell Iâll have to see what ingredients Iâm working with here, but hopefully I can make them for you.â You tilt your head at her before pointing a finger. âHave you ever seen the show Chopped?âÂ
She sits up straight with excitement. âYes yes! Me and mommy love it.â
âGood. Letâs pretend Iâm working with a mystery basket here,â you say, and then you turn around to open Gojoâs fridge.Â
You can learn a lot about a person based on what the inside of their fridge looks like. Youâre surprised to find the inside of his looksâŠsparkly? That was the only way you knew how to describe it. With clean shelves that reflect the bright lighting off the plastic, plastic that looks as mirror sheen as glass. As your eyes take in the contents inside, you notice he has some leftover thai food at the front, most likely leftovers from as recent as last night. One of the produce drawers is filled to the brim while the other is mostly empty, and you notice he separates them by leafy stuff vs. veggies. The leafy stuff is the drawer thatâs filled to the brim, and you just know heâs stressed out over how to use all of it up before it starts wilting. Mustâve been on sale, you think to yourself. To the right of the fridge, there are an insane amount of orange juice cartons, and you notice he drinks the same one as youâpulp free with the added vitamins and calcium thatâs made for kids. Although maybe he has an excuse for it, since he has a five-year-old niece. Thereâs a few containers of meal prep stacked up at the back of the fridge that look like some sort of arrangement of quinoa, chicken and Mediterranean vegetables. And then thereâs just a bunch of assorted cans of beer throughout the fridge, which you assume are to appease the diverse preferences of his friends whenever he has them over.Â
You grab a couple of eggs from the egg carton, placing them on the counter along with a stick of butter plus a half-full carton of milk, and peer deep into the fridge past the wall of condiments to eye for any fresh fruit such as berries, but you donât see any. You try the freezer and are relieved when you see he has some frozen blueberries in there.
âOkay!â you shut the fridge. âJust need to grab a few more things from the pantry room and then Iâll make you your pancakes, okay?âÂ
Juno nods enthusiastically. âUm. Can I get my backpack?â
âSure.â You pick her up off the bar stool to set her down on the ground and she runs to the coffee table in front of the TV to grab her things as you head to the pantry room.Â
Flour, sugar, baking powder, all tucked in your elbows as you carry the ingredients back to the kitchen before dropping them onto the counter and picking Juno up to place her on the barstool again. She starts to lay out her glittery pens and pristinely sharpened pencils in front of her as well as a packet of papers.Â
âI canât believe theyâre giving Kindergarteners homework these daysâŠâ you mutter under your breath as you grab a bowl. âJuno, wanna help me crack the eggs?â
âYes!â
âLetâs go wash our hands then.â
As you mix all your ingredients together and Juno continues to stare at her papers with her face awfully close to them (does she need glasses?), you think to yourself what a nice little life this is. Although you havenât been able to spend the day at your house like you were hoping you would, since you could finally have it for yourself, it was nice to spend it at Gojoâs. It was something different, something refreshing, something grounding. An escape that you needed.Â
âUm. Auntie y/n?â Juno calls from behind you as you flip a pancake at the stove.
âYes sweetheart.â
âHow is mommy?â
âHmm?â you hum. âMy mommy?â
âYes!â
âOh you are just the sweetest thing. Sheâs doing okay. Sheâs just a little sick still.â
âWhen Iâm sick,â Juno speaks up with a childlike enthusiasm in her voice, âmy mommy gives me grape soorâ...stirââ she struggles with the word, âshrup, ah, syrup! Grape syrup. It makes me better.â
âOhhh honey, I know,â you coo as you try to match her enthusiasm, placing two little pancakes onto a plate for her. âWhen you get the sniffles, right?â
âYes! Maybe your mommy will be better too if I give her some of my grape syoorup?â
You stop in your tracks, staring down at the food you were just plating.
The innocence of a child. It was hard to stay strong in the face of it. When you were younger, you probably wouldâve thought that a magical potion would make your mom all better, too.
You turn around to face her. âWell,â you say, clearing your throat a little to fight the knot that you find is twisting it, âI think,â and now youâre blinking away the faint sheer of tears as you press your lips into a thin smile, your soft soft above a whisper, âthat that is a wonderful idea.â
Juno gobbles up her blubbery pancakes with the extra maple syrup on them and you watch her take every bite. There was something satisfying about seeing a little kid eat so well. The sight made you feel well-fed on their behalf.
âAlright,â you say with a small grunt as you pick Juno up and set her down onto the ground, then take her hand to lead her over to the carpeted family room. âLet me take a look at this scrape of yours.â
Junoâs hand tugs slightly when you try to pull on it, so you turn around to see that she has stopped in her tracks halfway through the trek to the other room.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask her.
âI donât want you to see itâŠâ
âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs ugly.â
âJuno,â you tug on her hand a little, âI have to see it so that I can clean it. Otherwise you might get sick. A type of sick that even grape syrup canât fix.â
She looks up at you with curious eyes, not fearful ones.Â
âThere is sick like that?â she asks you.
âYes. Now give me your arm.â
Juno follows you to the family room and stands still, the front of her jutting out slightly as she pouts, a display of her remaining disapproval for you taking a look at her scrape. You get down onto your knees and slowly undo the bandages, unwrapping the layers one-by-one before the end falls off and youâre staring at a 4x2cm superficial abrasion on her arm, and when your thumb lightly swipes at the skin underneath it, Juno winces from the pain.
You also notice she has a bruise on her left upper thigh, right below where the hem of her shorts end.
âYouâŠonly fell onto your right side, right?â you ask her.
âMhm,â she nods.
âThatâs it?â
âYes.â
âHow come you have a bruise on your left thigh then?â
Her eyes widen slightly with shock and her head quickly snaps down to look at her thigh. âUm. Um. I donât know. Um. Um.â
âJuno,â you say, trying to muster up a strict tone, but she refuses to make eye contact with you anymore as she stares at the carpet beneath her. You gently grab a hold of both of her wrists. âSweetheart. Look at me.â Her eyes slowly lift up to meet yours. âI want to help you, but I can't help you unless youâre honest with me.â
Her big eyes blink at you slowly and her bottom lip quivers slightly.
âHow did you really hurt yourself?â
She immediately starts bawling. Full on sobs that echo throughout the room and startle you slightly as the tears freely fall down her cheeks and she struggles to wipe them off with her left arm, but they only drip down her elbow.
âOhââ you stutter, holding her by her shoulders, âJunoââ
She sniffles. âTheyââ she hiccups, âthey pushed meâŠthey always push me.â
âWho pushed you?? Who always pushes you??â
She sucks in a deep breath as she continues to cry and you struggle to wipe at her tears for her with the pad of your thumb. âTheâhicâgirls at school. Theyâre soâhicâ...wahhhâŠtheyâre so mean.â
âThey pushed you on the playground and thatâs how you got this scrape and bruise?â you ask her.
She nods as she slowly begins to come down from her outburst, her remnant sniffles and short sharp inhales showing that she was struggling to breath. You run to grab some tissues and then come back, holding them to her nose before she blows into them.
âOh sweetheartâŠIâm so sorry,â you say to her.
She suddenly runs into you, hugging you tightly, and youâre momentarily surprised before wrapping an arm around her too and then gently patting at her back.
âHow long has this been going on?â you ask her.
âMmâŠever since Iâhicâever since I got on T-ball teamâŠbut they couldnât get on.â
âOhâŠâ you coo, gently rubbing her back now. Youâre not a mom, youâve got no fucking clue how to navigate this sort of situation. But you can try your best to give some advice. âJuno, you have every right to feel happy and safe at school.â You gently pull her away from the hug so that you can look at her face. âAnd itâs okay to stand up for yourself and against anyone that is being mean to you. Donât let them take that power away from you.â
She nods slowly, her lip quivering slightly again.
You sigh slowly before giving her another hug. âAnd weâll work out something with your mom too, okay? She can talk to the teachers.â
âNo!â Juno shrieks, pulling away from you suddenly. You blink at her. âNo. Please donât tell my mommy.â
âW-Why not??â
âBecauseââ she stutters, âumâŠI want to tell her myself. Because I lied, and mommy always says to me to not tell lies. So I have to fix it myself.â
You tilt your head at her, frowning slightly. Youâre not exactly sure how much autonomy over such things you should be granting a five-year-old, but you decide to give her the choice. You hold your pinky finger out to her, âyou have to promise me youâll tell her though, okay?â
She nods and wraps her pinky around yours.Â
After getting her scrape cleaned up and tended to, Juno spends the next hour or so watching My Little Pony on the TV as you clean up the mess you made in the kitchen. And as youâre staring out into the backyard while wiping down the cutting board, the sound of the doorbell ringing makes you jump with a startle and breaks you out of your trance.
You were prepared to open the door to find Sana standing at the entrance, but instead youâre met with the sight of a different woman.
Much older, and with all the same features, it doesnât really take you long to figure out who she is.
âAh! There she is!â the woman chirps out. âIâmââ
âJunoâs grandmother,â you finish the statement for her.
ââSatoruâs mother,â she instead says.
You both blink at one another.
âWell,â she chirps, âIâm both!â
Gojoâs mother appears to be a kind woman, and itâs evident that being gorgeous must run in the family. Although she has aged features, theyâre still beautiful in a graceful way, where people would take a look at her and think of aging as a privilege and not a curse. Her eyes are somewhat feline, different from the roundness of those youâve seen in her family, and her hair is a shimmering silver all around with a pretty silk press layered hair style that flatters her frail jaw. She was wearing a French-style button up dress with a rather gaudy belt around her waist, and you catch the scent of her lilac perfume even while sheâs standing three feet away.
She puts her hands on her hips and has a forced smile on her face. âMy son gets married and he doesnât even tell me a peep about it, or introduce me to his new wife! I have to come all the way over here myself!â she exclaims, and her tone is like sheâs trying to play it off with nonchalance but the stiffness of her features makes it look like sheâs losing her mind. âWell,â she clicks her tongue, âheâs always had the penchant for never sharing anything he ever does with me.â
âAhâŠIâm so sorry, Mrs. Gojo,â you say to her, unsure why youâre apologizing, but there was this energy to her that made you realize she had a skill for making people feel apologetic in her presence.
âNo worries! Not your fault. Iâll deal with him later,â she says, her smile growing to where it almost fully crescents her eyes in a frightening way that almost sends a shiver down your spine, âanywhoooo,â she takes both of your hands into hers, âyouâre very beautiful, and you have a very lucky-looking nose!â
âLucky?â
âYes, yes. You will bring luck to our family.â
âThanks?â you say, trying to manage a smile.
She takes a step closer to you. âTell me, what do your parents do for a living?â
âOh! Um, well, my mom is retired, but she used to be an art teacher. My dad is in the food business, but uh, I havenât spoken to him in years ever since my parents got divorced.â
âAh,â she says curtly, her face blank as if she couldnât think of a single thing to follow up with after that. She peers past your shoulder. âWhereâs the little princess?â
âSheâs just inside grabbing her things.â You gently slip your hands out of her hold and turn around to face the inside of the house. âJuno!! Do you need help?â
âNo!!â she calls from the kitchen.
âSay, my dear,â Gojoâs mother speaks up, âwhy donât you and Satoru come by for dinner this weekend? Jun and Sana apparently have some important news theyâd like to share with the family, and I offered that we all hear it together over a meal. This way you can meet your father-in-law too!â
You take a deep breath in, realizing that this fake marriage agreement involves a lot more deceit than you ever thought it would. âSure. Yes. Iâd love that. Let me know if I can bring anything.â
âWonderful!â she exclaims, just in time for when you feel Juno brush past you towards her grandma, hunching over slightly with her backpackâs weight. Gojoâs mother pulls you in for a hug which entirely startles you and you slowly wrap your arms around her as well. âItâs so lovely to have a daughter-in-law. Oh, I am just so happy to have you in our family.â
She lets go of you but still keeps you close by a delicate hold of your elbows, a gleeful smile on her face as she looks you up and down slowly.
âBye, auntie y/n!!â Juno squeaks out, hugging your leg, and you pat at the top of her head. Her grandmother finally lets go of you and takes Junoâs tiny hand in her frail one, and you see them off to the car.
By the time you make it back inside the house, you let out a deep slow breath, one that you didnât know you were holding in, as you lay your weight back on the front door. You feel a pressure in your head from your dwindling social battery and all these tricky encounters.
So, youâre part of a whole other family, now?
That. Is. Frightening.
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[end of chapter 3]
a/n. ah!! hope you enjoyed this ihm chapter :ââ) sorry if it seemed like a bunch of random scenes lolol i swear itâs all set up for stuff that will happen down the lineee. i just be yappin so the word count ends up kinda high. hope to see you in the next one!! <3 love u all. also itâs my frank ocean anons bday today so i dedicate this chapter to themm đ«¶đŒđ manifesting dilf gojo for u bb for anyone curious about why reader is a bit paranoid w potentially being busted for her fake marriage, i had another reader that was curious about this too so i answered them here if you'd like to check it out :)
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uhhh thinkin about how mizu and taigen's relationship was described as "this meeting of the minds, this meeting of the swords, that they could not share with anybody else" in one of the netflix articles about the show
and i'm going crazy because YEAH they're both equally invested about swords and fighting in a way that nobody else in their lives are. and that's just. so important considering we're talking about mizu, who sees her sword as her own soul.
and it's not JUST mizu who's obsessed with fighting. taigen is too. cuz like after their duel at the shindo dojo, as taigen is examining his bald spot in the mirror where mizu cut off his hair, he literally interrupts his own turmoil over losing his honour, just to express his awe, openly admiring mizu's skill DESPITE the fact that mizu just beat his ass and stripped his honour and status from him
then in the next episode, mizu says a very similar line when she examines the cut flower that fowler had pinned to heiji shindo's robe.
this was also such a sudden thing to notice in the middle of their conversation (my interpretation of this is that it hints to fowler's own skills with a blade, and gives mizu information about her enemy being a formidable opponent), but the fact that mizu had such a keen eye and managed to hone in on such a tiny detail from like a foot or two away is interesting because it shows us just how attentive mizu is, especially when it comes to blades and anything to do with them
to mizu (when she's not spiralling and agonising over her own self-hatred and the way the world treats her), swords are not a mere tool for revenge, but an art form which she is fascinated by and loves and admires. we see this from time to time, during rare moments of respite, like when she admires the duel in the beginning of ep4
mizu also takes to heart all the teachings from her years training, while taigen is interestingly less strict about them, basically disregarding some of those teachings as mere pedantry, or even if he doesn't actually really think so, he at least tells mizu as much in his attempt to comfort her after her sword breaks
but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for the more formal aspects of his training at all. because in ep3 when he says this
this line about mount sumeru is not talking about the literal mountain in front of them, but is a recitation of a line from the lotus sutra, which is among the mahayana sutras that they learned as part of their spiritual training, as zen buddhism forms a lot of the basis for samurai doctrines and philosophy. the sutra given more emphasis in the show is the heart sutra that mizu writes on her body in ep7 during her rite of rebirth
so taigen saying this line, as i see it, is a way to bond with mizu, or at least make conversation over their shared knowledge, as we see him await a reaction as soon as he says this. but mizu gives him none, and he looks disappointed/annoyed/frustrated or what have you as he watches her walk off without a word
also we see a little more of their shared knowledge of swordsmanship in the last episode when it's clear that mizu has been training ringo in sword fighting techniques
and later taigen recognises it instantly
they're both nerds about swords and fighting!!! they both respect each other's skills!!!
GOD i really hope in future episodes they get to bond some more over their shared passion and common training and just samurai camaraderie in general!!! mizu clearly loves the artistry of sword fighting so much, she deserves to have a confidant who shares that with her, someone she can talk openly about these things to!!!
because like remember when mikio was telling her about the naginata, she looked soooo uwu in love!!! admiring her husband as he showed off the weapon and told her the benefits of using it!!! believing at the time that she'd found a match who she could openly share her love of martial arts with!! she was having so much fun sparring him too. everyone says fighting is part of her love language and YES it IS!!!
except the difference is that mikioâdue to, among other things, their large age difference and subsequent gap in life experienceâbelieves he is mizu's teacher, rather than her equal. this is the role he's readily taken throughout their marriage, from teaching her how to throw a knife to cut down fruit (not like she needed that particular lesson), to teaching her equestrian skills.
meanwhile taigen and mizu were both kids growing up poor in the same backwater fishing village, which means that they are and always have been PEERS. and this becomes even more pronounced once taigen is stripped of his giant ego and unlearns his prejudice, allowing them both to fully respect each other and view each other as equals
which is again why it frustrates taigen when mizu admits later in this scene that she basically doesn't care about saving the shogun. like he gets mad because it upends his initial belief in their shared goals and aligned values, believing them both to be samurai of equal standing and honour.
ALSO i'd like to add, that though mizu is the better swordsman as we see her win all their brawls and matches, she doesn't surpass him by that much, and mizu knows this.
these words coming from mizu is such a huge compliment all things considered, acknowledging that he was strong enough to deserve fighting her, because shortly before this mizu was just about to say "no one has given me much of a challenge" only for taigen to enter the scene and, well, challenge her.
now combine this with her saying that chiaki's broken blade suits him well, giving to him HER sword which SHE made AND won, as a surety, promising him a duel that he "deserves". it's proof that even though she finds taigen an annoying brat and oftentimes an obstacle to her mission for revenge, she DOES respect him and does value his skills.
IN CONCLUSION nobody else is on their level, nobody else shares their love of swordsmanship and that is such an important factor to their bond and the way they relate to each other. i rest my case your honour
#mizu x taigen#taigen x mizu#taimizu#taizu#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#taigen blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai meta#i caaaant stop thinking about THEM#like im soooo sorry im being annoying and cant shut up about these two#the brainrot is real yall. pray for me in these trying times#shut up haydar#meta dissertations.pdf#fandom.rtf
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Let Me Love You Like A Woman
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader
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synopsis: you and clarisse broke up two months ago, and when youâre selected to go on a mission together, clarisse just wants you to let her love you.
a/n: i feel feelings about this oneâŠ.. anyways i hope you all enjoy!!
Let Me Love You Like A Woman - Lana Del Rey
******i want to make this clear: there is absolutely NO smut in this fic. terms like âfuck buddiesâ and âfriends with benefitsâ are used but only bc i cant think of anything else lmao. all they do is makeout and it is suggestive at times but there is NO SMUT
warnings: this is so bad tbh, what is clarisse doing, sheâs so confused my little ladybug, y/n my other ladybug is confused too, OH MY GOD THERES ONLY ONE BED, swearing, hate make out sessions but the hate is one sided, kissing obvi!, deep talks about our feelings which is hard for clarisse, angst, mentions of death blood and monsters, lovesick!! slightly desperate!!! clarisse my cutesy little ladybug, exes/enemies w benefits so like mentions of sex and such, very suggestive lol, as an actual server the restaurant scene hurt me to write lol, but for the plot, tell me if i missed anything!!
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The Big House is the one place in camp youâre really unfamiliar with. Itâs not like you havenât been there before, itâs just you donât go there that often.
And unknown places scare you.
Thereâs hiding places you donât know about, blind spots you arenât aware of- corners and small secrets and rules that you havenât learned yet.
You make your way up the steps and through the porch, the familiar part- you pass by the infirmary and the random office no one uses- until you make it to the connected gondola Chiron and Mr. D. spend most of their time at.
Youâre about to turn and enter when a familiar figure appears in front of you.
It hurts to think about how youâll always know itâs her.
She seems just as shocked to see you but covers it up quickly.
âY/N,â she smirks, looking you up and down.
You stop, go to turn around and march off in the other direction when you remember you canât.
Clarisse La Rue doesnât deserve the dirt under your feet, even though she would probably eat it if you asked- charmspeak used or not.
âClarisse,â you mumble, and she frowns. You never really called her by her name when you dated, and you know it bothers her now to hear you say it.
Thatâs exactly why you do it, of course, but the part of you that knows everything about her and will always love her squeezes at the sight of her poorly-hidden sad face.
Sheâs been slipping up lately. It warms your heart to know thatâs because of you.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asks, genuinely curious.
As a cabin leader, itâs not unusual for Clarisse to be here. But she knows youâre scared of the unknown, and she knows itâs just not in your routine to come here.
âDunno,â you shrug. âGot called here.â
Her eyes light up. âHow funny, so did I.â
You roll your eyes, fighting against the parts of your body that want to run towards her and the parts that want to run away. Instead, you listen to your brain and feel her staring at you as you turn the corner into the gondola.
âY/N, Clarisse,â Chiron greets with a pleasant smile, setting down a hand of cards face-down. You almost laugh at Mr. Dâs disappointed look- Chiron isnât the trainer of demigods for no reason.
âYeah, yeah, welcome,â Mr D says, seeming entirely uninterested. You both stand there slightly awkwardly.
Chiron is known to be blunt, so he of course jumps right in.
âWe have a mission for the two of you.â
âThe two of us? Like, just the two of us?â
The words come out before you can stop them, fingers twisting together and mouth slamming shut. Youâre fine, you try to tell yourself, even though your mind and body agree on one thing- being too close to Clarisse will just lead you right back to her.
Clarisse tries to hide her hopeful smile, but you see through it. You loved her for so long, of course you see through it.
âUh⊠yes,â Chiron says. You clench your fists.
Mr D seems interested now, especially after your outburst.
âOh,â he laughs. âI see.â He gestures between the two of you, âthereâs bad blood.â
Chiron presses his lips together.
âNothing that doesnât make us capable of going on this mission,â Clarisse says, taking a step forward. She smiles at you, but doesnât make a move to touch you. At least she knows some limits, even if they donât matter now.
âWell,â Chiron continues, seeming to regret his decision but deciding itâs too late. âY/N. Your charmspeak, I feel, will be extremely important to this mission. And, Clarisse, daughter of Ares- your skills in battle are nothing to scoff at. There is an item I require the retrieval of. A friend left it in a P.o. box in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The journey is not particularly perilous, but being a demigod carries an affinity for danger.â
You nod, crossing your arms over your chest.
âI trust the two of you will be able to put aside your⊠âbad bloodâ and complete your mission?â
Maybe this mission will be good for you. It certainly nowhere near the kleos of a quest, but more so gives you bonus points with Chiron. That could be helpful.
Clarisse looks at you.
âOh, yes. Donât worry.â
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âY/N.â
You walk away from Clarisse pointedly, hoping sheâll take the hint.
Youâve decided youâll do this quest. If you ever did want to be a cabin leader in the future- you either had to be well liked or the best. As a daughter of Aphrodite, you were already well liked- conversation and flattery came as easy to you as breathing.
Even before you learned how to use your charmspeak, you could sweet talk almost anyone into doing whatever you wanted. You really needed an A on that test? A few tears and some master manipulation- suddenly that A was yours.
But, Chiron needed to like you too.
You do this quest for him- which he choose you for- and then you earn even more of his respect.
It was such a simple exchange. It could be such a simple exchange, except if the girl hot on your heels wasnât your partner.
She finally manages to grab your wrist and whip you back around so youâre facing her.
She smiles.
âIâll always catch you, you know. No use in running, really.â
âAt least Iâll go down fighting,â you say, looking anywhere but her eyes like portals that suck you in. Sheâs so close to you.
If this was the before you would wrap your arms around her neck and hers would go to your waist. Even if you were mad at her, she would press her body close to yours and kiss the corner of your lips- Clarisse made it her lifeâs mission to know every inch of you, and she succeeded. She would know the exact way to calm you down and get you to look at her and hear her out.
And most of the time you were being dramatic, or simply joking, and then she would kiss you and it would all be fine again.
Except itâs not the before. Itâs the after, and your heart hurts being so close to her.
âWhat do you want, Clarisse?â you sigh.
âI just wanted to talk to you.â
Your chest blazes. âGo talk to literally anyone else.â
Her face hardens.
âHow many times do I have to tell you before you understand that you are the only person I care about?â
You rip your hand away from her grip.
âShut up,â you hiss, turning and walking away.
âFine. Iâll see you tomorrow at the gates,â you can feel her smile. âAnd then Iâll see you all on our mission, huh?â
âYouâre crazy!â
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You walk into the Hermes cabin and fall face first onto your best friend Marleyâs bed.
She looks up from her book and laughs.
âOh, babe, what happened?â she asks, scratching the back of your scalp as you pull yourself up into your elbows and place your head in her lap.
âMission,â you groan.
She stops. âA mission? For Chiron? Gods, Y/N thatâs amazing-â
âWith Clarisse.â
She takes her hand away from your scalp and moves to your chin, lifting you up.
As much as Clarisse hurt you and you hate her, Marley had always had a special sort of hatred for her. Even when you were happy and dating- you would tease her that maybe sheâs actually a daughter of Ares, seeing how angry she was.
She was always overprotective, she insisted she just had a bad feeling about her- but eventually she stopped and you thought you could have it all.
âIâm sorry,â Marley laughs. âI donât think I heard you right.â
You put your lips right up to her ear.
âMISSION WITH CLARISSE-â
âY/N!â she yells and pushes you away, groaning as she holds her ear. âMy ears are bleeding now, oh my Gods-â
âYouâll be fine,â you groan, settling back into her lap. âIâm the one who actually has to go with her.â
âActually?â she whispers after a tense moment. âYou actually have to go with her?â
âItâs fine,â you mumble.
âItâs not. Maybe I-I can talk to Chiron, or maybe I could come with you, huh?â
âNo, thanks, Marls. Itâs alright, really.â
She stares down at you, head tilted slightly to the side. Marley has always been exceptionally good at hiding her emotions. But you can tell sheâs angry. Sheâs scared.
Sheâs your best friend and you will always love her in the most special way.
âI donât want you to go,â she whispers.
The Hermes cabin is always a bustle of activity. But when youâre just here with Marley, itâs the two of you. Itâs perfect. Itâs what youâve always wanted- selfishly- to feel special. You feel special with her eyes on you, your head in her lap. Sheâs your best friend.
You put your hand on her face.
âAs much as I hate it, we both know Clarisse wonât let anything happen to me. Iâll be safe.â
âYeah, but what if she does something to you?â
What if she does absolutely nothing and you fall in love with her all over again?
You always thought that all that stuff about feeling your heart physically break couldnât be true- but you know it is. You felt it break and every time you look at Clarisse and it canât be like it was before your heart breaks a little more.
Clarisse acted like you were some big secret that was a chore to hide, and then when you were in her arms she would call you the prettiest girl. It was like whiplash, feeling her touch so tenderly and then not even being allowed to look at her in public. And you wanted so badly to tell everyone that she was yours and you were hers- but she just couldnât.
And you donât care about the reason behind that, not after that one night, not after she told you she could never love you.
She doesnât really want you. She acts like she does, but she only misses you on the surface. Sure, you miss her body, but you miss your late night talks and the way she was always there to protect you, the way she made you feel. You like the person you are with her.
She wants an idea of you, she wants you under her, she wants power and control.
You think maybe a part of her really does regret losing you that night. But, she laid it all out that night. What she feels doesnât make up for what she said. She doesnât love you because sheâs insecure, because sheâs self-serving and power hungry.
She makes you feel stupid waiting for her, but why would you wait for someone else when you could wait for her to come back? You donât like the unknown, and Clarisse is the one thing you really know.
You look into Marleyâs eyes now.
âIt will be good for me,â you whisper. âIâll earn Chironâs respect.â
Marley kisses your cheek.
âI know. I just donât want you to go, and I know that makes me selfish but- still.â
âI know, Marls. I know,â you whisper. But this will be good for you, and itâs already been done. You already accepted it.
Marley helps you pack and you watch her anger. You watch her roughness, you watch the fire in her eyes- and Gods, does it make you feel special to have a friend like her.
You only wish you could make Clarisse feel like that too.
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The bus ride is boring.
Clarisse, for some merciful reason, decides not to torture you and instead throw her dagger up and down.
But youâre bored.
Youâve been reading a book Marley lended you, something boring and wonderfully distracting about the history of the four wind gods- you think about the wind and not about the way Clarisseâs thigh is pressed up next to yours.
Itâs only been two months.
As much as you hate it, you wonât even admit it to Marley, but youâll admit it to yourself in the quietness of the back of the bus.
You close the book and stuff it into your backpack.
You miss her.
âIâm bored,â you announce before you can second guess yourself.
âOkay,â Clarisse hums, picking at a speck of hardened dirt on her dagger. âI know a lot of things we could do to remedy that.â
Your cheeks flush, but you hold your ground. âIâm not going to kiss you. One, it smells like shit back here and two, weâre not dating anymore.â
âTrue, but doesnât that just make it more fun?â
âWhat?â
Her hand moves to your thigh and you let yourself sink into the before.
âWe arenât supposed to- your best-fuckinâ-friend would skin me alive. But we both know you want to.â
âI donât want my lips anywhere near you.â
She just smiles at you, and you suddenly realize youâve been staring into her eyes this entire time.
She takes her hand off of you and turns away, and this part of you aches so badly for the before- but itâs after. But she doesnât love you and she just wants you.
But you want her too. You want her so bad, and maybe if you just let yourself sink into her one more time then you can move on. One good goodbye and youâll be fine.
âTake a nap, then,â she suggests. âWe still have another hour before the next rest stop, Iâll wake you up.â
âOkay,â you mumble, a part of you loathing listening to her, but a nap sounds good.
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You sleep the best you ever have since you broke up.
Clarisse was always sneaking into your bed, or you into hers, and she was always so warm and made you feel so safe. You always slept with her. And while you could still fall asleep fine without her- it just wasnât the same.
You wake up to the sound of the bus doors opening and people talking around you.
âY/N,â Clarisse whispers. âWake up.â
You realize your head is on her shoulder.
You push her away from you, she just laughs and stands up.
âSo stubborn,â she mumbles, leaning down to dig into her bag for the money Chiron gave you.
You resist the urge to say something snarky back, instead choosing to squeeze past her and out into the aisle.
Sheâs following behind you in a second, her bag zipping up and getting thrown back under the seat.
Sheâs right up in your ear.
âI know you hate me,â she whispers. âBut you canât just go running off. What if there was a monster right outside the doors?â
The two of you step off of the bus, the bright sunshine making your squint.
You pull up your shirt and pat your hip where your dagger rests.
âIâd kill it.â
You both know you probably couldnât.
She laughs. âIs that the dagger I gave you?â
Your face freezes but you keep walking into the rest stop.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you huff.
She sticks her fingers through the loop of your jeans and pulls you into an aisle filled with chips. You suddenly find a bag of Cheetos very interesting.
She looks at your face, into your eyes, and traces her fingers over the daggerâs handle.
âHm, mine.â
You miss her so bad. You never knew it was possible to miss someone this much. You miss her body and her mind and her voice. You miss her hands and her lips and the way she made you feel.
You donât pull away. How can you pull away?
It was easy to ignore her when she wasnât right in front of you, but thereâs this part of you that loves her and wants to believe her. Then thereâs another part that wants to see her suffer like she did to you.
You push her off of you. âDonât touch me.â
Again, she just smiles, and thatâs really starting to piss you off.
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Youâre somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania at a bus stop, waiting to cross the lonesome highway to the other side of the street where a train station awaits you.
âAre you okay?â Clarisse asks, and you realize sheâs already stepped out onto the road and youâve been staring off into nothing. You quickly follow her, half running across the road until you get to the sweet, sweet air conditioned station.
âYeah, âm fine.â
In reality, you have to keep yourself distracted so you donât fall back into her. Youâve decided it not about whether or not you love or want to hear her out- itâs about the way she kisses you and the way her skin feels against yours.
You can want her, here, where no one will know.
Youâll swear her to secrecy, and sheâll shut up just for the chance of more. And you donât know if youâll give it to her.
The station is oddly busy.
You have this horribly uneasy feeling.
You make your way into the line anyways, snatching the tickets from where theyâre scrunched up in her hand, trying your best to flatten them again.
She laughs. You refuse to feel the way it makes your heart ache. You think about the other reasons she makes your heart ache.
You see something, shiny and black out of the corner of your eye. When you look over, the indented entrance to a janitorâs closet is marked in shadows.
But you trust yourself.
âI think I just saw something,â you whisper.
She still makes you feel safe. Sheâs one of the most talented warriors at camp and she loves you- even Marley admitted she wonât let anything happen to you.
She follows your gaze. And she doesnât see anything.
âOkay,â she murmurs. She trusts you too. Her eyes flick between the shortening line and the shadows. âMaybe one more minute then weâre on the train.â
âYeah,â you agree, slipping your hand into hers. You can hear her inhale sharply. Sheâs not phased by a potential monster, but you holding her hand makes her face flush.
Why is she so fucking confusing?
As far as you can tell, she just wants to be fuck buddies- so why is she blushing as you hold her hand?
She squeezes your hand, and Clarisse is right, you make it to the front of the line. The man checks your tickets and hole punches them, welcoming you back into the outdoors.
You look over your shoulder, and something shiny reflects in the sunlight, still in the shadows of the building.
âClarisse.â
She seems to see it too.
âI canât tell what it is,â you say.
She tugs you along. âI donât want to find out.â
When you finally step foot onto the train you take your hand from Clarisseâs and look down at the tickets. Cabin 4A. Itâs near the front, so you find it fairly quick- just a simple one room cabin.
You quickly barricade yourself inside, drawing the curtains and setting your stuff on the floor.
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.
âThat was tense,â you mutter. Clarisse holds her wrist. She nods, staring down at your feet before sighing.
Somehow, itâs six oâclock. You dig into your snacks, neither of you feeling like leaving the safety of the cabin to go to the dining cart.
The train car has two benches facing each other, overhead storage and a large window. Thereâs practically no room in between the two benches- the car is maybe 5 feet wide.
You miss Marley. You could always talk to her from across the pavilion during a meal- entire conversations with just your eyes. You miss your siblings, their conversation filling up the silence. Here, thereâs nothing.
Itâs so silent, and yet itâs that comfortable silence with Clarisse. It makes you miss the before.
Thatâs all youâve been doing- missing things and wishing they were different.
The train starts and you stare out the window, the rolling hills and the trees and the small creek. You can feel Clarisse looking at you. You try your best to ignore the way her gaze makes you feel- but youâre alone in this cabin. Thereâs no one else here. Thereâs no one else to know if you give in one time.
Something slams against the door.
You breathe in and Clarisse grabs her spear.
âShould I open it?â you whisper, standing up. She sticks out her spear to stop you from moving forward.
The two of you listen, but nothing else happens.
It wasnât a knock. It sounded sort of like a ball being kicked into the door.
âIâm opening it,â you decide, curiosity killing you, pushing Clarisseâs spear aside.
âY/N,â she warns, but youâve already slid open the door.
Absolutely nothing is there. You look out the adjacent windows, down the hallways lined with red carpet.
You shrug. âNothingâs here-â
Itâs cold and scaly when it lands on you.
The same black shiny thing you saw, itâs slithering around your neck, cutting off your air supply immediately. You canât even scream youâre too scared, hands clawing at your neck but it squeezes and one of its heads rears up to attack your chest-
Clarisseâs spear sails right through its raised head.
It drops, you fall back, gasping, watching as she pins it under her boot and lifts the spear out of it. Itâs wriggling and trying to break free- but she stabs it through its other head.
Itâs an amphisbaena. A horrible, scaly black snake-sort of thing with a head on each end.
You rub your chest, swallowing a lump in your throat as Clarisse casually picks up the now dead monster and opens the adjacent emergency exit window in the hallway- throwing it out into the middle of nowhere.
She turns back around, frowning at the blood coating the ends of her spear-
You slam into her. Youâre breathing so heavily, you still feel like itâs around your neck, but Clarisse carefully wraps her arms around your waist, letting you lean against her as your shaky hands massage your neck.
No one would know.
Her spear falls to the floor.
âHey, itâs okay, itâs dead,â she whispers, kicking the cabin door closed with her foot.
No one would know.
âThank you,â you breathe. âOh, Gods, thank you, Clarisse.â
âNo problem,â she says.
No one would know.
âClar,â you mumble. She stiffens at the nickname. She tenderly brings one hand up to your face, and she wants you just as much as you want her- thatâs all this is about. An exchange. Youâll kiss her for the last time and youâll finally get over her.
âI know,â she mumbles, she feels the burning in her stomach too. Youâre connected by that in this one moment, your mutual desire and need. Except she has a need for a new beginning, and you have a need for an end.
Itâs so simple.
You both can get what you want from this trip.
âI know,â she says again, her nose touching yours. Your breaths mix in the air. âI know, I miss you so much⊠so bad, Y/N, you donâtâŠâ
âShow me,â you whisper against her lips, and she does.
You can feel it all, the regret you donât care about, and the desire and want and need you do care about.
You need to feel more of that. You need to feel special, so when your back hits the the door and her hands are all over you, you tilt your head back and look up at the ceiling, mouth twisted into a moan.
You need her to make you feel special. You donât feel special without her, without her rough hands and her soft lips. Itâs the one trait from your mother that you somewhat despise- the innate need to be the center, to be the focus, to feel special. Sheâs the only one who has ever made you feel like this.
No one else will ever come close.
âI hate you,â you breathe. You canât think, all your walls are down. âI hate you so much and I stillâŠ. I stillâŠâ
She kisses you again so you donât have to say it.
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The bed is scratchy and uncomfortable, but thereâs only one- and itâs so tiny youâre pressed right up against Clarisse. She doesnât wrap her arm around you, even though you wish she would, if only because youâre cold.
Not because youâre still irrecoverably in love with her and you know she wonât. And even if she does, it wonât be in the way you want it.
How can she kiss you like she loves you yet claim she never will? How can one kiss make you so weak in the knees that youâre genuinely considering doing this for any scrap of her you can get?
You stare up the ceiling for a long time, until you come to that weird space where youâre so tired you canât move and your eyes are closed, but youâre still awake.
She wraps her arm around your waist and kisses your temple.
â-
The next time she kisses you youâve gotten used to this whole making out with no strings thing.
Youâre about to get off the train, so you tidy your stuff and head to the dining cart for pretty pastries and bagels and some fruit. On your way back, maybe 15 minutes left in your ride, someone in a uniform sees two teenage girls heading alone into a room.
When he asks where your parents are, can he see your tickets, you panic and charmspeak him to forget he ever saw this and walk away.
âClose,â you laugh, and Clarisse mumbles some sort of noncommittal agreement before smashing her lips onto yours.
You gasp but kiss her back, just reveling in having her hands on you. Her hands tangle in your hair, tugging back so she has better access to your neck- the side of it already sporting a hickey from last night.
âDid I ever tell you how fucking hot you are when you use your charmspeak?â
âI donât know,â you mumble, because you canât think of anything when her lips are on your neck.
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The station is luckily only 20 minutes away from the P.o. box, so the walk is quick through the streets of Myrtle Beach. Itâs so loud here. Thereâs cars constantly whizzing past you, people yelling and honking, sirens in the distance. Itâs confusing. Itâs so different from Camp.
âI fucking hate this place,â you mumble, fidgeting with a loose string on your backpack.
âI do too,â Clarisse answers, but not for the same reasons. Her eyes whip around, searching for anything hiding in the shadows- but the sky is so blue and the sun makes your skin so warm- it seems unfathomable that any monsters would be here.
Of course, theyâre here. They just havenât come out yet.
Clarisse has been angry at the world for as long as you can remember, but you always thought her roughness balanced out with your softness. Ares and Aphrodite, love and war, peace and violence.
You always thought you could bring out that little bit of softness in her.
âOn your left!â
Clarisse drags you out of the way just for a man on a bike to speed past you- your eyes flick to the perfectly usable bike lane on the street.
âAsshole,â you mutter.
âAsshole!â Clarisse shouts after him at the same time. He flips you off and continues shouting at more people to move.
Her hand is digging into your arm. She lets go after she huffs, muttering a few more choice words.
She keeps glaring at every honking car and random pedestrian. You roll your eyes when she yells at some random car to go die, laughing.
âAlways fuckinâ honking,â she mutters. You know if she ever got behind the wheel, she would do the exact same thing.
âYouâre not any better,â you tell her, nudging her hand thatâs currently balled up into a fist.
âYeah, well, I have a reason to be mad.â
Clarisse is angry at the world, but you know she has reasons. Sheâs not just angry for the sake of being angry, although she finds comfort in the familiar just like you, she is angry at the world that has done nothing but wrong her time and time again.
Sometimes you wish you could have as much fire in you as her. And two months ago, you thought she had enough fire in her for the both of us.
âWhy donât we grab the box and then go to lunch?â you suggest, getting the feeling that Clarisse is about to explode. She looks at you. âWe have a few hours until our train back, hm?â
âYeah, okay.â
â-
Chiron said this mission wasnât going to be that dangerous, but you are surprised when it really is that easy. You take the key out from the envelope Chiron gave you, opening the blue box and coming out with a small box. It almost looks like some sort of fancy necklace- a long black box with a silver bow on the outside.
âThis feels too easy,â Clarisse says as you lean down to carefully place it in your bag.
You shrug. âYouâre always so paranoid, just let it all come naturally. Some things are easy, Clar.â
She stares at you for a moment.
âI guess,â she says, sticking out her hand to help you up before you both make your way back out onto the streets.
Her spear is hidden by the mist, strapped to her back, and youâre sure she has a bunch of little daggers strapped all over her. You scan the busy street.
Clarisse snorts at a restaurant called âMother Earth Green Foodâ and her eyes light up at the sight of a 80âs style diner- âMr. Steveâs Burgers and Baconâ.
âWeâre going there,â she declares, and you roll your eyes but follow her across the street. Itâs not that busy, seeing as itâs still early, so youâre seated quickly. It feels so good and so wrong to be here across from her like this.
It feels like before. Except some sort of alternate reality, where you actually left camp and got to be like this. You still want her and your tripâs not over yet, so you sink into it.
âHey guys, Iâm Miley and Iâll be your server today. What can I get you for drinks?â
Sheâs got long dirty blonde hair, tied up in two very neat and impressive space buns. Her skin is tan, but you suppose if she lives near the beach then everyoneâs skin is tan, really.
âI really like your hair,â you tell her, pointing to the side of her head. She smiles and bounces one of them in her hand.
âTook me forever,â she chuckles. âI love yours, such a pretty color.â You cheeks blush as you thank her.
She smiles at you and goes off to get them, so you turn back to your menu. Clarisseâs foot taps against the floor.
âWhat are you thinking of getting?â
She sets her menu down and points to some sort of monstrous burger called âThe Bomb.â
You laugh. âThe Bomb,â you mock. âWill it explode in your stomach, or something?â
She mumbles something under her breath, staring off towards the counter, and you can tell by the look on her face itâs not anything nice.
âWhat was that?â
She presses her lips together. âNothing,â she hums.
You shoot her an odd look but she pointedly looks away, and as much as you want to, you decide not to push.
Miley comes back with your drinks, and you thank her as she sets them down. Clarisse mumbles a thank you too after you kick her foot.
âOkay, and what can I get you guys to eat today?â
You have to kick Clarisse again to remind her to say please.
You smile apologetically up at Miley for Clarisseâs sour mood, but she seems not to care, smiling back at you and saying something about how sheâll make sure itâs out quick for you.
ââIâll make sure it comes out quick for you,ââ Clarisse mocks, her voice a pitch higher.
âYeah. Isnât she so nice? And yet here you are treating her like shit.â
âSheâs sucking up for a good tip.â
âOr maybe sheâs just nice, Clarisse. There are nice people in the world, you know. Not everyone is all dark and brooding or bitchy.â
The silences stretches for a second too long. âYeah. Yeah, I know.â
You hum, sitting on your hands and staring out the window. Itâs times like this your miss your mortal childhood, having access to electronics meant you were never bored. You debate taking out the book Marley loaned you, but you donât get the chance to.
âI have to go to the bathroom,â Clarisse announces. âCome with me.â Sheâs already walking away.
âWhoâs gonna watch our stuff?â
âTell fuckinâ Miley to do it, I donât care.â
You look around. Thereâs not many people in the restaurant, and youâre curious and bored- so you follow her. The door swings closed behind her, and it takes you a second to follow her in.
You think sheâs disappeared, the bathroom empty with two open stalls. The door is kicked closed behind you. You turn around and Clarisse pushes you into the nearest bathroom, her hands on your waist- you moan in surprise, letting her flip the two of you around and press you against the door, her hand leaving your waist to make quick work of the lock.
âClarisse,â you breathe. âWhatâs going on?â
âDo you want me to stop?â
You donât answer and she kisses you deeper.
â-
âClarisse.â
Sheâs been smiling at your neck a little too obviously, and when she finally lets you out from under her lips and hands, you immediately turn around and head for the mirror.
âClarisse,â you repeat.
Sheâs looking at you in the mirror and smiling. Actually fucking smiling.
âWhat is wrong with you?!â you yell, turning on the cold water and frantically bringing it to the red hickies on your neck. âAre you a vampire? Oh, my Gods, Clarisse, this is so fucking embarrassing!â
âItâs not,â she huffs. âYouâll be fine.â
âCl-â but sheâs already left. She really has to stop doing that.
â-
Lunch is fine, you leave Miley a nice tip, even though Clarisse scoffs and mumbles that she wasnât that good- but you feel so bad that she had to watch you wiggle in your seat, desperately trying to hide your neck as Clarisse ran her foot up and down the side of your leg.
You ignore her the entire walk to the station, she barely hides the smug look on her face. Is she just intent on making you seem stupid and weak? Does she want to embarrass you? She knows. She knows youâre still in love with her and sheâs playing you like a fiddle.
You thought Clarisse to be a lot of things, and you know sheâs cruel and ruthless- but you never thought she could be this way towards you.
You make it onto the train with no problems, and youâre desperate to just get out of this place and back to camp where you can ignore her. You had one last final hurrah, and now you need to forget her.
You stare pointedly out the window. You ate dinner in the dining cart in silence, Clarisse didnât try to touch you again, but she seems bored of letting you sulk now that thereâs nothing else to entertain her.
Itâs only about 7:00 pm- you still have an entire night with her, and a bus ride the next day. Why are the Gods torturing you like this?
âY/N,â Clarisse says. Youâre sitting across from each other. Her foot kicks at yours. âCâmere,â she pats the space next to her on the bench.
You snort. âYouâre crazy. Iâm not sitting near you.â
She shrugs and stands up, sitting next to you while you gasp in exasperation.
âBitch,â you mumble, clenching your fists at you stand. She plants her hand on the window, trapping you in with her arm.
âDonât be mean.â
You fold your arms and stare out the window. Sheâs right at your shoulder, whispering in your ear even though your alone- it makes you feel so special your head gets all dizzy.
âI want you, Y/N.â Not the way you want her.
âI. Donât. Care.â
She laughs. You can see her reflection in the mirror, sheâs laughing and smiling fondly- staring at you.
You whip around and point your finger at her.
âI wonât let you treat me like a rag doll anymore.â
Her smile falls.
âI used to be something you could just swing around, but Iâm not anymore. I wonât ever be a toy for you, Clarisse. These past two days were fun, but they were goodbye. When we get back to Camp Iâm getting over you, because Iâve spent too much time waiting for you.â
Her hand falls from the window, and she backs away from you.
â-
When you realize that this train also features another small, single bed, you resist the urge to stomp your feet like a child. Instead, you pretend like itâs all fine, a part of you pretends itâs that alternate before- Clarisse turning around while you change and you leave to brush your teeth and then you come back to her in bed.
You lay down, body unwillingly pressed up against hers. She doesnât touch you, at least, and itâs tense and silent until she breaks it. Her hand finds yours through the sheets and blankets.
âY/N.â
You try to shake her hand off of you, mumbling that sheâs using your tiredness to manipulate you.
âDo you really think thatâs all you were to me?â
Youâre frozen, sheâs right up against your back, breath tickling your shoulder and voice in your ear again.
Your hand still fits perfectly in hers.
âA toy?â
âWhat else was I supposed to think?â
She utters the two words you never thought you would hear her say.
âIâm sorry.â
Your breathe hitches.
âI-I know Iâve been stupid, Iâm not totally dumb. I just, I had it in my head that I could make you fall in love with me all over again. And then I could do it right, I could fix it, and you could teach me how to love you and I would do it right, Y/N. And then I⊠I got jealous. Because that fucking server was flirting with you, she was, and I got fucking jealous and I fucked it all up.â
Sheâs breathing heavily at your shoulder.
âI was scared, Y/N. And that⊠I didnât know how to deal with that. I was scared because I love you so much I know I would do anything you asked me too. So, I said those stupid things that night, I just lied because I was scared, and Iâll never forgive myself for the way I made you feel. I donât deserve another chance, but I want to show you that I can do it right. I can do it however you want me too, as long as you teach me.â
Itâs silent for a moment.
âI want you to let me love you.â
She lets go of your hand.
âYou donât have to say anything, I guess,â she swallows. âI mean, if I was you I would have killed me-â
âReally?â you voice comes out like a broken whisper, sitting up so you can look into her eyes. You try to tell if sheâs lying, but you canât. It hurts and it aches so good and sheâs not lying.
âY-yeah, I would have killed me.â
You smile. âNo, dumbass, do you really love me?â
âOh,â she blinks, sitting up too. âY/N, I love you so much that Iâll never be the same person again.â
You donât want to kiss her. All youâve been doing is kissing her, sinking into that hard and rough side of your relationship thatâs just hot desire.
But thereâs a soft part to Clarisse that you bring out. And you bring it out now, winding your arms around her neck, breathing heavily as you rest your head on her shoulder. She hugs you, her arms are so strong, she always gives the best hugs- and kisses your temple like she did when she thought you were sleeping.
She loved you even when she didnât know you would feel it.
Your fingers dig into her back.
âI love you,â she says again, softly, like sheâs caressing the words with such a reverence that they were bathed in golden ichor. âI love you, Y/N.â
âI love you too,â you say back, you let her love you, and itâs the most true thing youâve ever known.
â-
âAh, young warriors!â Chiron says, holding his hands out.
Of course, on the tail end of your trip you had encountered tons of little monsters- more amphisbaena, even a juvenile drakon that could barely spit acid. Clarisse had made a dazzling show of killing all of them, and unlike the first amphisbaena- none of them got close enough to touch you.
You had to charmspeak the train conductor, the police officer at the station, and the bus driver. You wonder faintly if your mother had been looking out for you, helping you love Clarisse again.
Of course, all of those instances ended in Clarisse pulling you into the nearest corner.
Itâs different, now that you know that you live each other. She still kisses you with that rough deepness, like sheâs starved, like sheâs trying to breathe you in, but her hands are so soft around you. She holds your waist close to you, not like she just wants to feel you body, but like she just wants to be close to you.
You swing your backpack off of your shoulder, you can feel your mascara smeared down your face from the heat, digging into your bag for the black box.
Chiron smiles and holds his hands out for you to place them in. âYou have my thanks,â he says, laying the box into his hand.
Youâre surprised when all he does is take out a simple pen. It looks like a nice pen, sure, but still just a pen.
He uncaps it, letting it fall to the concrete, when it suddenly transforms into a sword. You yelp and jump back, Clarisse puts her arm in front of you, and Chiron laughs triumphantly.
âBeautiful!â he says, admiring the carefully crafted sword.
Mr. D dissolves into a fit of laughter. âNo more bad blood, huh?â
Clarisse drops her hand from where it reaches for her spear, and her other arm from across your body. Her hands drop to her sides, her face turns back into a mask of indifference and she shrugs.
Mr. D seems to find that even more funny, and Chiron dismisses you with a wave of his hand, staring in awe at the silver sword.
Clarisse presses her lips together into a tight line until you smack a kiss on her cheek.
âLove you,â you sing, and her face breaks out into a wide smile. Itâs the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen, and itâs the only thing you ever want to know. All you need to know is her and her love.
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marley when she finds out clarisse and y/n are dating again: if you EVER and i mean EVER hurt her again i will torture you in ways not even imagined yet.
clarisse: ok yes i promise đđ
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clarisse when she realized she was in love with y/n: NO NO NO NO NEW FEELINGS NO I REJECT THIS AND I MUST RUN AWAY IN FACT THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
also clarisse when she realized she just broke up with y/n: OH GODS NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHAT HAVE I DONE NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO NO NO
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honorable mention to y/n fuck emâ and hate emâ l/n
another honorable mention to clarisse ânone of them got close enough to hurt youâ la rue
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for some reason, your enemy, yandere! katsuki bakugo, is oddly possessive over you
lowkey yandere! reader. smut. fem!reader. regular au. enemies (with benefits) to lovers. virgin! reader mentioned. jealous! bakugo. lowkey! angst the highkey! fluff.
warnings: nsfw, mentions of virginity being taken by katsuki, public sex stuff, tit fucking, degrading, free use, oral (fem receiving), rough fucking, choking, masochism??
a/n: should i start doing more drabbles & headcannons or do you guys like the long fics?
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katsuki loves seeing you angry.
it's such a strict contrast, really. you're usually calm, put together, level-headed with a hint of dark humor & sarcasm. you seemed like you had unweavering patience when it came to the daily annoyances from stubbing your toe to helping a student that couldn't seem to grasp a subject, no matter how many times you tried explaining it.
the only person who could get under your skin was a certain, arrogant classmate who always had something to say. he would never say anything absurdly rude, but it would always get on your nerves. "the back of your shirt isn't tucked in, dumbass." "your lip gloss color is too bright on you, fuckin' idiot." "there's an easier way to do that, stupid."
maybe it was the tone he gave you-- condescending. maybe it was the way he was so predictable, always following up with a coy smirk. you didn't know why he was the only one to irk you, but you do know one thing, you hate him.
& he hates you.
yet for some reason, you two know more about each other than anyone else. you know how much katsuki hates sweet things, so you'll dump half a bottle of that cheap teriyaki sauce that tastes like artificial sweetener into his spicy ramen when he's cooking. he knows how you have your backpack organized, so he'll purposefully put things into the wrong place just to annoy you.
you two were obvious rivals in almost all aspects of life, & yet the two of you are attached by the hip. he was always in your dorm room while you did your homework, blowing on your ear or messing with stuff he knows he's not supposed to. you would find yourself in the gym with him late at night, sitting on the floor as you watched him to an exercise you didn't wanna do.
your friends would always ask about him, which was another way he would get on your nerves. even when he's not there, his name would get thrown around. "so, (y/n), when are you & bakugo gonna make it official," snickered jiro.
"yeah! we wanna know," momo chimed in. you've had this conversation with anyone who knew you & bakugo, & your answer was always the same.
"NEVER!"
the funny thing about "never" is that it means you, at no time in the future or in the past or on any occasion, would ever, ever even glance at bakugo with any sort of care or attraction. "never" means the only look you'd throw his way is a glare.
yet, there you were, under him, contradicting "never." this arrangement -secret rendezvous & lustful activities- happened a few weeks ago, you remember it so vividly. it was a late night, & you & bakugo were dead tired after training (aka fighting non-stop) with each other for hours followed by studying at his dorm. the two of you weren't done until late, so you told him that you were going to stay in his dorm whether he liked it or not.
another snarky argument ensued, which mellowed into vulnerable confessions. you told him you've never had a partner because you've never had any intimate experience before, so how would you even cope? that night, you lost your virginity to your enemy, & it was so addictive.
after that, your guys' dynamic didn't change outwardly. if people paid attentions a bit more, they would've seen the two of you holding pinkies during lunch. he would sit a tad bit closer in class. it's a good thing you've been wearing your hair down because your neck was covered in hickies.
today, katsuki was even more annoying than he has been the last year. something was coursing through his veins. he was so much more daring, so much more of a bully today.
it started when you woke up in his bed, naked after a night of taboo touches. even last night, he was different, something on his mind. groggily, katsuki shot you a lazy smirk. his fingertips ghosted over your exposed skin while you laid on his bare chest. goosebumps followed in his fingers' wake. you laid there for a moment longer then said, "we should probably get ready for school."
"hm.."
"what?"
"i just need something taken care of, (y/n)," said katsuki, voice deep. you felt him against your thigh that was draped across his hips.
"k-katsuki, we-we can't," you blushed. your protests went unanswered as he started to mark your neck. his love bites trailed around your neck, down to your collarbone.
"shhh, just relax," katsuki whispered as he groped your tits. as quickly as he removed his hand, it was replaced by his mouth, suckling on your nipple; his fingers pinched the other. his free hand dove between your legs.
"katsuki!" you gasped, pussy still sore from last night. you couldn't help but grind your clit against his palm while his fingers were knuckle-deep and pressing against your g-spot. "go-gonna cum," you moaned out, & it was like a switch flipped inside of katsuki.
he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt. climbing atop of you, katsuki sneered"didn't i tell you quiet?" he shoved his fingers coated in your juices down your throat, making you gargle in surprise.
his heavy cock laid between your hickey-covered tits. "press your tits together," he commanded. you must've given him a confused look because he instructed sternly, "use your hand & fuckin' press your tits around my cock, nerd." oh god, how he made you so mad. you couldn't even tell him off.
that morning, he finished all over your face & tits. he smacked your cheek a couple of times with his semi-hard cock before getting off of your body to get a towel for you.
the two of you sat in aizawa's class, next to each other, like you didn't have to wash katsuki's cum out of your hair just before school started. what was embarrassing was that your friends (bless their sweet, sweet souls) complimented you, which wasn't out of the norm. however, they were gushing about how your skin was absolutely glowing.
katsuki, knowingly, shot you look of pride. he is truly the worst.
the next period came & went, & then you were stuck in another class with katsuki. your teacher decided that they were sick & tired of the regular routine, so they led the class to the library. they essentially said, "run wild, don't leave the library, & leave me to my own devices."
it's not like you were complaining; you've been wanted to pick up a new book to read so you browsed the aisles. were you also avoiding katsuki? a bit. today, especially, he was just too much. his unfortunately well-placed cockiness & his eagerness to get his hands all over you was a deadly combination.
as your eyes darted from the selection of books, the one you wanted just so happened to be on the top shelf. it wasn't unreachable to you, but it was an inconvenience. you creased your shoes as you went on the tips of your toes, trying to get a grasp of the book when a larger, familiar hand gripped yours. standing behind was katsuki, towering over you. out of instinct, you retracted your hand away, & he grabbed the book
you were about to say thank you when he placed it on top of the shelf. you could barely even see it, so there way no way you were going to be able to reach it. "i want to read that," you deadpanned, trying to turn around but katsuki's hands were on your shoulders. "h-hey, you're not doing what..." your voice trailed off.
his hands glided down your shoulders, caressing the curve of your figure, then stopped at the hem of your skirt. "are you crazy?!" you whisper-shouted at the blonde, to which he just scoffed.
he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, & all you heard was rustling of fabric. he flipped your skirt up, covering his erect cock with it. sandwiched between your thick ass, he started to grind against you. "then stop me," katsuki whispered into your ear. he brushed your hair away from your neck & blew on your sensitive bruises forming on your skin. "just don't be too loud~ you don't wanna get in trouble, do you?" he snickered, pushing your panties to the side. katsuki shoved his girthy cock inside of your hole, stretching your already-aching walls.
you slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your gasp. you could hear students, your classmates, talk all around the library. sure, you were tucked away on the second floor in a quiet corner, but you were still in public.
he started rutting his hips against you, shallow & uneven. he was testing the waters to see how far you'd let him go. with the fear of getting caught & utter adrenaline pumping through you, you tried to push away katsuki. his response was to pin your hands against the book shelf & pound your dripping pussy. soft smacks were only heard by you two, no one else close enough to hear the huffs & the mewls.
they say keep your friends close, & your enemies closer, & maybe you've taken that to heart. now, katsuki, your sworn enemy, knows your body inside & out. he knows how much you love being manhandled, which is why he made you arch your back as held your arms above your head while he thrusted in & out of you.
your pussy twitches, as it does every time when you're about to lose yourself in the pleasure, & katsuki knows this too. you were chasing your high, your eyes lulled to the back of your head when, suddenly, he pulled out. "k-katsuki!" you groaned in annoyance & shock. he was a selfish person with the stamina of a sex god. you'd usually cum several times all over his cock before he'd ejaculate inside you.
he flashed you his signature smirk as he wiped his dick with your navy blue skirt. he zipped his pants back up & redid his belt. with a shrug, he sauntered away, & you were left with a knot in your stomach, ratty hair, & frustration bubbling inside of you.
you were not going to entertain whatever sick fantasy he was trying to fulfill. you avoided him the best you could, however the two of you shared pretty much every class together. purposefully, you'd be the last one to class so you wouldn't have to sit beside katsuki. it always landed you in the front of the class, & you could feel his gaze burning holes in the back of your head, but it didn't matter. distance is what he deserved.
you were so mad at him that you didn't even want to look his way, you didn't want to be in his general vicinity.
the moment you saw him notice you, you would walk away from him. your plan was working to your favor until the evening. katsuki & you had very similar day-to-day routines. because you were always stealing portions of katsuki's food in the evening, your stomach began to grumble like clockwork. however, the moment you go downstairs, you would have to confront katsuki.
between the hunger you felt & your distain for the blonde, your hunger felt insatiable-- unfortunately for you. it was hard to ignore because you, while trying to avoid katsuki, skipped your regular meals. all you have in your room is an empty mini fridge, a water dispenser, & a couple of snacks that won't do anything but upset your stomach.
"ughhh," you let out a groan, getting out of the comfort of your bed. you slipped on a pair of pj pants over your spandex shorts & house slippers, prepared to tell katsuki off while stuffing your face with the food he's cooked.
knock. knock.
you jumped, almost letting out a shocked gasp. "oi! open up, stupid!" it was katsuki on the other side of your dorm door. you held your breath... maybe he hasn't heard you yet? "i know you're in there!"
"goddamn it, katsuki! go away," you shouted back as you walked towards your door. you looked through your peephole, only to see an agitated katsuki holding onto something.
"would you stop being a fuckin' child & open the door?"
"no, you're the childish one! get out of here, & go suck midoriya's dick!" just as katsuki can effortlessly get under your skin, you can do the same with him.
he punched your door, which sent vibrations around the door & frame. "you're such a fuckin' kid, (y/n)! i know this is 'cuz i didn't let you cum all over my co-"
abrasive, you threw open your door & dragged the loud-mouth into your room. your hand threw itself over his mouth as you seethed, "would you shut your damn mouth, people can hear you." under your hand, he smirked & kissed the palm of your hand. you tried to pull away with an embarrassed blush, but he gripped your wrist to keep you in place.
he kept leaving butterfly kissed on your palm, maintaining eye contact with you. each gentle kiss shot tinges of pleasure through your nerves. "wh-what are you doing?"
"you're so sensitive, y'know," he responded, kissing up your arm while pulling your closer to him. since when was katsuki this affectionate? your eyes glossed over slightly as he trailed kissed up your arm. sighs of content escaped your plush lips when he started to kiss your collarbone. something brushed against your leg, & that's when you noticed him holding something.
"wh-what is that?" you asked, dragging your nails down his arm that was gripping it. goosebumps appeared all over his arm, & he tensed up.
he cleared his throat. he pulled away from you, &, if you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he were nervous. "it's the reason i'm here in the first place," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. it was a box wrapped in an all-might cloth.
"oh, you mean you're not just here to torment me & use me," you shot back. you were still so, so angry with him.
he looked at you, eyes wide. "what the hell are you goin' on about, woman?"
you were about to tell him off, all your pent-up frustration about to spill out of your throat when you were cut off by a distinct grumble-- your stomach. katsuki scoffed, but it was clear what you said played over & over in his mind. "it doesn't matter right now, just eat." he shoved the cloth into your hand & sat on your bed; you followed in suit.
unwrapping it by pulling the knot, it came undone to reveal two dark wood bento boxes, two pairs of chopsticks, & two spoons. he took the utensils off the top to place them on the fabric & opened the top bento to give to you. decorated beautifully (& almost intimately) was a homemade bento with onigiri shaped in the traditional triangle along with your favorite protein with pieces of bell peppers, carrots, & other veggies cut into the shapes of hearts & stars. your rice ball had a cute cat face made out of seaweed. you bursted out in laughter, "wh-what is all this!?"
"shut up, asshole!" face flushed, katsuki yelled. "i fuckin' care about you or whatever." your laughter died down, taking in the words he was saying. "when you didn't eat lunch or come train with me or go get a pastry at that one god-awful cafe, i knew i pushed you too far."
"you think?" you retorted as your tapped the tips of your chopsticks against the bento. he took his & took off the lid to reveal his: scraps. it was enough to make him full, but it wasn't as pretty as yours. it was all just thrown in there without a care. the middle of his carrots & bell peppers had heart-shaped holes cut out of them. while your sauce was in a small container to avoid your food getting soggy, his was tossed in there, coating everything. his onigiri was just a ball with the classic seaweed strip.
"learn to shut up for once, will ya?! god, i made you food, so could you just sit there & look pretty & just listen?"
"fine, say what you wanna say," you huffed, taking a bite out of your food.
"listen, (y/n)," he started, "i know i'm harsh & not the best, & i get why you hate me, but i'm not trying to use you. yeah, i like that you & i do the nastiest shit together, but i also like just... walking around with you. you might think that it's just 'cuz i wanna get in your pants, but i couldn't care less about that shit. i don't know, i'm just, i'm sorry, alright?" this rant was so uncharacteristically not him but him at the same time. he was vulgar, yet vulnerable. he apologized.
"katsuki..."
"& i was just messin' with you 'cuz damn raccoon eyes told me that dunceface was gonna ask you out. i know that we're just doing stuff so you'll feel more confident in, i don't know, fucking, but i don't want you with anyone else. i messed up, i know. i just... d'know, i just want you to yearn for me as much as i need you."
"katsuki," you called out. "c-can i admit something to you?"
"what is it?"
"i really like you." a suddenly quiet ensued. katsuki, the guy who always had a snappy comeback, was speechless, & it made your throat tighten.
"(y/n), seriously, don't mess with me-"
"i'm not!" you yelled, but you weren't upset. "the reason i was so mad at you was because i felt used... i don't like feeling like that, especially since i really, really like you. all the stuff we do together let's me be delusional & pretend we're dating. & it's hard to stop because you're just so... doting in your own way. but then today, you didn't wanna make me, you know, so i just thought-"
"we'll that's what you get for thinking," katsuki teased, placing his & your finished bento on your desk. he sat close beside you; if you were to turn your head, your lips would've been centimeters away from his. it's not like you guys haven't kissed before, but this time was different. it felt like the first time all over again.
"(y/n), look at me," he whispered into your ear. you shifted in your spot, but you did as you were told. facing him, you backed your head up, only for it to be stopped by your headboard. "i'm so sorry, angel. let me make it up to you."
"katsuki, i-it's okay-" you were cut off.
he hushed you, eyes half-lidded & clouded with lust. "you'd think by now you'd learn your lesson about shuttin' up, huh?" he said as his hands slid under your shirt, up your torso. you raised your arms, allowing him to take off your shirt. under his breath, he whispered, "fuck."
katsuki climbed in between your legs, looming over your figure. he kissed the valley between your breasts while his arm snaked around your body. with one hand, he unclasped your bra. you threw it onto your dorm floor, & he wasted no time to latch onto your tit. he swirled your perky nipple around his tongue. you squirmed under him, your pants, shorts, & panties joined your bra
to take a moment to breathe, katsuki pulled back, & you, as eager & as horny as ever, ripped off his shirt. "woah, someone's impatient."
"you piss me off, let me have this," you snarled back, a possessive tone in your voice. katsuki made a note to himself: edge you as much as humanly possible. you pulled him close to you. sure, you crushed your face against his chest when you did so, but you didn't care. you started to nip at his exposed skin. hickeys crawled up his chest, decorating his collarbone & creeping onto his neck.
"sh-shit, angel," he breathed out. against your thigh, you felt his clothed dick twitch with every bite. he pushed you away from his bruised skin with a gentleness, his tongue trailing down his body. & just like that, he was the dominate one again.
katsuki, spreading your legs wide for him, placed your legs on his shoulders. your thighs could crush his skull if you so pleased. "you're dripping, (y/n)~" he snickered, followed by a long, slow lick against your slit. you gasped out in shock, back arching out of instinct.
"m-more," you whined. he chuckled that sinister chuckle he always does when he's about to say the most annoying shit ever.
"ask nicely."
"katsuki," you said in a stern voice. you didn't want him at that moment, no, no, no. you needed him. you needed him to make you cum; you needed his stupidly talented tongue on your pussy. you needed to be destroyed by his dumb, heavy cock. "i'm not playing around."
"i'm not either, (y/n). just swallow your damn pride & ask like a good girl, hm?" he replied as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thumbs, blowing cool air on your clit. you two bantered the way you usually do, as though he weren't in between your legs, mouth ghosting against your weeping hole.
you knew he wasn't going to let up, so you swallowed thickly. "k-katsuki?"
"yes?"
"pl-please eat me out," you begged. you looked at him with faux tears welling in your bright, doe eyes.
"how could i say no when you look at me like that, sweet girl," exasperated katsuki, acting like he was doing you a favor when, in reality, he was a selfish man. he loved eating you out, he loved watching you wraith in pleasure, hand clasped over your mouth as cute, little moans escaped your quivering lips. if anything, it got him rock hard & throbbing.
it started out with kisses against your clit, like it always does. soon, the kisses turned into licks & sucks. your hands found themselves entangled in his unruly, platinum hair, & your hips bucked forward. you rubbed your clit against him. one hand started to tease your entrance while he flicked your clit with his tongue. your juices with his drool made it easy to slide his middle & ring finger inside of you.
as if you were holding in a breath, you exhaled in relief. his fingers pumped in & out of you while his tongue circled your bud. the all-to-familiar knot began to form in your stomach. "g-gunna cum!" you whisper-shouted, back still arched & head thrown back. for a second, your vision turned white as you creamed all over katsuki's face. he lapped your juices up like it was an elixir given to him by the gods. overstimulated, you thought he would pull away after cleaning you, but he relented.
that's what you get for thinking.
"hey, wh-what are you doing?" you gasped out as you propped yourself up with your elbows. this time, instead of attacking your clit, his tongue jetted in & out of your hole. he didn't say anything, only looking up at you with his ruby red eyes. you found yourself bucking your hips onto his face once more, finding pleasure in the friction. every time you would look away, he would slow down or stop completely. you came, then came, then came again.
after the fourth time, he finally stopped. you took a deep breath, your frustrations wiped away. "f-fine, you win. y-you made it u-up to me," you stuttered out as you tried to steady your heart rate. your eyes were closed, & your chest heaved with every breath you took.
"why do you look so comfortable? we're not done yet, angel," katsuki growled, & that's when you felt it; his tip running up & down your folds. your eyes snapped open, & your jaw dropped. he eased inside of your pussy, which sucked him in eagerly. you felt full, stretched, yet he was only half way in. he snapped his hips forward, covering your mouth because, every time he does that, you'll let out a droned-out moan.
the fact that he's made you lose your unwavering, cool composure made him feral. you're dripping wet all because of him. you were sucking him in so good. his eyes were trained on your gorgeous face, your eyes were half-lidded, tearing up. whimpers muffled by his large hand made his cock twitch inside you. the way your body looked as you took him in full was the reason he can't let anyone else have you. honestly & truly, you made him crazy.
he showed this in this thrusts. they were harsh, tip slamming against your cervix. as he pumped in & out of your pussy, he uncovered your mouth, his hand travelled down to your neck. with a firm grip, he cut off your airway. your tongue hung out of your mouth as you panted like a bitch in heat. fast & hard, your body jerked forward with each one of his rough thrusts.
choked out mewls escaped your lips, & your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were about to pass out when he released your throat. you gasped. with every exhale, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning out his name. "k-katsuki~ k-kat-m~"
"such a good fuck," growled katsuki. he draped your legs over his shoulders. the blonde, smirking viciously, loomed over you, leaning forward. your knees were against your bare chest, you feet passed your head. you were folded in half, powerless. all you could do is squirm, cry out his name, & let him pound the shit out of your pretty pussy.
he held himself over you with one hand. his other cupped your face. he squished your cheeks together so your lips would pucker. "you're such a fuckin' pretty asshole," he chuckled. "you know how many guys wanna piece of you? none of 'em get t' have you though, that's all my privilege," katsuki gloated, his voice sounded muffled yet so clear. you tried responding but all that came out were lewd moans
he let go of your face as his thrusts started to become erratic. his grunts were animalistic, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the thin walls. possessively, he growled sweet nothings into your ear, & you had to bite back your screams of pleasure. at this point, you felt so good that you couldn't even begin to care about who might find out. hell, even if someone told aizawa that the two of you were breaking rules, you would tell him to scold you the next day.
"c-cum," you rasped, your legs sore from being folded. you squirmed under him to find some comfort for your legs. you tried pushing him away, yet you still chased your high. was the pain turning you on? there's no way.
"tch, cum, you fuckin' brat," commanded katsuki, & it was clear he wouldn't let you change positions until you creamed all over his thick cock.
"c-cumming!" your legs shook as your walls spasmed around katsuki. you heard him curse under his breath, his dick twitched inside you.
"gon-gonna fill you up, 'k?" he told you, all you could do is weakly nod. for a moment, he didn't care about your pleasure. he had one mission, & that was to use you so he could cum. he was treating you like a toy. your legs fell near his hips, but you couldn't find the strength to wrap your legs around him. gripping your hips, he moved you up & down his dick like you were a fleshlight.
"you're such a naughty girl, (y/n)~ everyone's gon' know that y'er all mine," he told your through gritted teeth. he didn't wait for a response, groaning loudly. "take it, fuckin' take it, baby," he said as he slammed his cock inside of you before his thrusts became needy, shallow. hot ropes of his cum painted the walls of your pussy. with the entirety of his cock inside you, his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto your duvet.
you felt your heartbeat in your core, & you struggled to catch your breath. he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, it was so unlike him. since when has anyone described katsuki bakugo as gentle? yet here he was, tending to you, cleaning you up & giving you soft kisses on your plush lips. "you okay, babe?" he questioned, just a hint of snarky pride behind his tone.
"y-yeah," you stuttered out, stretching your your legs. they quivered with every movement, & your face was flushed with embarrassment. he scooped you up with one arm while the other swiped the duvet off your bed. he tossed it in your dirty laundry hamper. your arms were around his neck as you cuddled into his bare chest when you told him, "you were just rough is all."
he laid the two of you down, covering you with your fluffy, (what you dubbed) "emergency" blanket. he started to scratch your head, & your eyes felt droopy. "i'm sorry, sweet girl. was i too rough?"
"no," you sighed with a smile. "i can handle it."
"yeah, i'm sure you can."
"i can! i just proved it to you!" you retorted, your eyes closing.
"whatever."
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what are your most favorite tropes? :3c
IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED:
Near death experiences
Emotional revelations due to said near death experiences
Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Mutual Pining but they believe its unrequieted
"you're my worst enemy but you're so important to me"
Drunk chapter where at least One fist fight happens
Bridal carry after someone gets injured
Slow Burn...of course
"i got you this gift because it benefits me and im not telling you how" (the benefit is seeing the other person enjoy the gift)
Force Alliances or Temporary Truces
"I don't like killing but I'll do it for you"
"I prefer to kill my problems but I won't, for you."
Or: "This person has no idea how many people I've killed in order to protect or provide for them and I'm going to keep it that way."
Mean or Villian Character is actaully a really good Sibling/Parent/Child,ect and has someone they care about
Or better, Villian character adopts child AND is a good parent
Everyone knows the pairing likes each other except for the pairing
Temporary (or non-temp)Amnesia
"I learn your favorite things because I plan to use them against you one day" (proceeds to not do that) (proceeds to get them food or items that persons likes just because they like them)
Breaking and Entering. Literally.
Person A is in love, Person B says they're not but they're 10x times worse actaully
Slip-of-the-tongue/Accidental confessions. Doesn't have to be love confessions but just "whoops i was not supposed to say that"
Biting as a love language
One is feral and bloodthirsty but is put in the position of 'protecting an idiot' because the other is also feral and has no self-preservation. Both characters must be badass, just equally stupid
Kiss on the head/cheek while the other person is sleeping
Bloodstained kiss
Heat-of-battle confession about something
Protagonist refusing to become villian or repeat villian mistakes, not in a 'owo i cant do that its bad' and more like 'fuck you you dont get to see what you wanted to make of me'
Signifier of 'this is my friend/family/lover'. Could anything between a ring, a jacket over someone's shoudlers or scent marking, anything
"if im immortal, then you gotta be too or we both dyin"
Knight x Their Charge
Human x Non-Human
Sunshine x Grump
Character that looks sooooo cute. Oh he's a little fucked up actaully
"ahhaha he's such a freak haha. i need him carnally."
They are mortal enemies. They are also best friends.
Hostage / Rescued trope plus Hostage / Doesn't get to rescue because the hostage killed everyone already
Plot info that's missing that's vital to the story and it's revealed that One of the pairing or someone in the group knew the info the entire time
"I said mean things to you because I hate you, so why am I feeling guilty now"
There was only One Bed
Really competent and scary character is really GOOD at a harmless and charming small hobby completely uncharacteristic to their public persona
Nightmares. And then sleeping in the same bed because of nightmares
Cultural differences / Language Barrier
Character gets so surprised flustered they trip over something or break something and it topples and it starts a chain reaction like a cartoon
There are more but these are some of which I can remember off the top of my head. I've written many of these myself in several of my stories and will continue to do so until the end of time, esp my faves
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In sleeping with the enemy,
What if people know that theyâre just fucking and the jealous girls give shit to reader about how sheâs just a lay making her cry and then rafe hearing about it
THE ANGST OF THIS. I LOVE IT đââïž
based on this fic
she and rafe keep hooking up with no strings attached and actually develop a good friendship. they both like how the other is direct. they donât bullshit each other. itâs easy because heâs never really cared to mince his words and sheâs so jaded about love and men that she doesnât worry about hurting his feelings.
she gives him shit about how he has no emotions and he says sheâs the exactly the same way. itâs what makes their dynamic so good. they donât have to worry about feelings getting in the way. theyâre friends with benefits in the purest form.
their time together almost always revolves around sex, but sometimes they hang out as friends, and one night, rafe invites her to a frat party on his college campus.
she recognizes a few cheerleaders from rafeâs team at the party and theyâre immediately shooting her dirty looks. one of them says âi donât know why he invited herâ loudly and she can tell right away that one of the girls in the group must have a history with rafe because her friends look to be comforting her.
âsheâs just a piece of ass to him,â another says, clearly projecting her voice. at this point, she knows she shouldnât care, but the harsh truth that she hasnât found a guy who wants to be serious with her yet stings.
sheâd stand up for herself, but sheâs had a rough day and she hates that sheâs alone at that moment, so she rushes out of the party, upset that they succeeded in making her cry.
rafe notices her leaving in a rush, wedging out of the crowd. she hears him calling her name when she steps out of the house into the night air.
âare you crying?â he asks. heâs only ever seen her having fun, pissed off, or horny. this is new.
âdonât give me shit about it, alright?â she says, stopping in her tracks and wiping her tears away. âiâm not in the mood.â
âdid something happen?â he asks, albeit awkwardly. heâs never been good at dealing with other peopleâs feelings. and heâs never seen her vulnerable like this.
âpeople are just assholes,â she responds.
âwho?â heâs pissed off. who the fuck felt like they had the right to mess with her?
âsome girls on your cheer squad,â she replies. âthey were saying iâm just a piece of ass to you. and donât worry, i donât care about that. i know weâre just messing around. but they were so mean about it.â
rafe scoffs. he knows which girls sheâs talking about immediately. he steps closer, tense but determined when he squeezes her hand.
âwhat are you doing?â she says, cracking a smile. he never acts like this. affectionate. like he cares.
âitâs not about you,â he tells her. âi hooked up with one of them forever ago. i told her i didnât want to date but sheâs obsessed with me. donât let them get in your head.â
she looks at rafe quizzically.
âyouâre just being nice so i donât stop hooking up with you,â she says, admittedly feeling better.
âis it working?â rafe asks, smirking. she laughs and rolls her eyes and pushes him away.
he doesnât know when he started actually giving a shit about someone elseâs happiness, but it happened with her. seeing her cry made him feel a hard, twisted way heâs never felt before.
âget fucked,â she laughs. he can tell he really did console her. sheâs smiling again.
âpromise?â rafe says with a grin. he takes her hand again, pulling her towards the house. âyouâre not leaving. i didnât bring you so youâd go home a minute later. iâll set them straight if they fuck with you again, alright? letâs have fun.â
âfun?â she repeats. âiâm not hooking up with you in a closet, just so you know.â
âi know,â rafe says, hand at the small of her back as they enter the party again. âwe can find a bed around here, i bet.â
she shoves his shoulder, mirroring his smile as he guides her through the crowd.
#ask#swteblurb#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron and you#rafe cameron and reader#rafe cameron and y/n
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there were moments where shayla wonders why the two weren't just open about their mutual benefits towards one another -- keeping it a secret as the reflect off hatred to one another around other people. positive that people would find it shocking that they were falling into bed with one another late at night. smile tugs at the corner of her lips, "well.. i wouldn't be opening my door this late if i'm not gonna give you what you want, right?"
there was something so odd about their dynamic. in public, they could easily rip each other's hair out, always bickering about useless shit. but in private, they found each other texting during late evenings when one or the other was feeling lonely, and somehow they always ended up in each other's beds. "i guess you have a point..." harley trailed off for a moment, eyes locked with the other now. "so are you gonna give me what i want, then?"
#enemies to hate sex to benefits to lovers WE LOVE TO SEE IT#everseens#( &&. shayla | interactions )#( &&. shayla | harley )
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â ïž content warning: â ïž smut, sneaking around, risky, oral, teasing, degradation, humiliation, edging, orgasm denial, shower sex, creampie, roughdom!matt, brattamer!matt, bratty!reader, enemies to lovers
đ author's note: đ this is part of a series, and here are parts one, two, and three. it's not necessary to read the other parts, but it makes the story better and adds to the dynamic between the characters. đ there will be more parts to this.
âïž Summary: âïž You and Matt continue sneaking around right under his brothers' noses despite the fact that the two of you hate each other.
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hatef--k part four
I threw my clothes and my vibrator into my big tote bag, along with a phone charger and some snacks from my pantry. I was still in shock that Matt had seen me packing my favorite sex toy and then relentlessly teased me with it. And the bastard didn't even let me cum.
I angrily stomped to his car and resentfully got into it. I could feel every bump as we drove over it, every vibration from the way the tires hit the pavement beneath us, and it was pure torture as I sat there, unfinished.
"You know, I should tell Nick your water is back on, and you lied to him," Matt broke the silence, clicking his tongue at me and shaking his head. "You won't," I called his bluff. "Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" He narrowed his eyes. "Because you love it when I prance around your house half-naked and tease you until you can't take it anymore. You want me to stay with you guys longer," I told him, reading him like a book. He didn't say anything, but he shot a smile that confirmed my suspicion. All doms are the same. Most of their threats that don't benefit them are empty.
We pulled into the driveway, and as we walked into the house, Matt shut the door in my face again. I rolled my eyes, stopping it with my hand. I set my tote bag down next to the couch in the living room, and when Matt and I stepped into the kitchen, we were greeted by Chris who was home attempting to make pancakes, but instead of flipping them with a spatula, he was flipping them into the air and trying to catch them in the frying pan. "Chris! You're making breakfast for four people. We don't have pancakes to waste," Nick scolded him, pointing the spatula at him.
"Good to see you guys survived the night alone together. I thought, for sure, based on how pissed Matt was about you staying here, he was gonna choke you out or something," Chris joked, cracking open an egg into a bowl. "Yeah, he tried, but he was too much of a bitch to finish the job," I smirked at Matt.
"Do either of you want coffee?" Nick offered, holding up a french press. "Yes, please," Matt and I both responded in unison, but we both shot each other a glare, resenting the other for answering the same way. Nick poured us each a cup of coffee, and we all fixed our plates and sat around the kitchen table together. "You guys really are the nice ones. Thank you so much for making breakfast for us," I said. It was a compliment to Nick and Chris, but even more than that, it was a slight towards Matt. I was still very angry about the sex toy incident.
"Of course. Anytime. You're our guest," Nick replied. "So what did you guys do last night when you had the house to yourselves?" Chris said before taking a bite of his hashbrowns. Matt and I shot each other a glance. "I watched The Bachelorette," I told them, taking a sip of my coffee. "And I played video games in my room," Matt said without looking up from his food. "You mean, you guys sat on opposite sides of the house.. and ignored each other?" Nick questioned, looking skeptically at us. "I find that hard to believe because any time you two are in the same vicinity, you pick on each other," Nick said with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, well when I went to shower.." I started to say, but then I stopped myself. Matt delivered a swift kick under the table and hit me in the shin. "Oh, just for that, I'm telling them," I looked towards Matt and then I turned to his brothers, "Matt thought it would be funny to take my towel amd hide it while I was showering." I took a sip of my coffee and looked back over at Matt, who was looking at me like he wanted to kill me. Please punish me for that one later, I silently begged him with my eyes.
"Matt! What the fuck?" Nick asked with a look of disgust. "Bro, that's weird," Chris shook his head. I secretly liked embarrassing Matt in front of his brothers and getting them both on my side. It was as harmless as Matt taking my towel and my clothes, right? "It's fine. He gave it right back to me," I told them, smiling and taking a bite of my eggs.
We continued to eat our breakfast, and once we were done, Chris volunteered Matt and me to clean up since he and Nick made breakfast. I was happy to oblige, considering the boys were being so kind and letting me stay with them, and Matt begrudgingly agreed. "Plus, it'll give you guys more alone time together, so you can hopefully overcome your differences," Nick chuckled. Little did he know, the only time Matt and I could ever overcome our differences was long enough to fuck each other's brains out. Chris and Nick both headed upstairs, leaving Matt and me in the kitchen by ourselves.
Matt immediately backed me up against the counter and got into my face. "You like making me look like a fucking perv in front of my brothers, huh?" He growled quietly next to my ear, while he started to take his hand and press it against my mound. "You are a perv," I shot back. "Yeah, but you fucking love it," Matt gruffly said, applying more pressure. I could feel the edge of the counter digging into my back as Matt fondled me. I could feel myself growing weak.
"Let's get these off of you, you little whore," Matt grumbled while he started to pull down my pants. I was still wet from the vibrator incident earlier. He picked me up by my waist and set me on the counter. I felt the cold, hard granite underneath me as he placed me. He looked up intently into my eyes as he got down onto his knees, wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, and held them apart further.
I watched in anticipation as he flattened his tongue and started tickling my clit with it. I tried to seem like I wasn't dying for it, but I couldn't keep my equanimity. My moans got away from me with every stroke of his remarkable tongue. His soft lips engulfed me, and he hummed against my favorite nerve endings while I watched his eyes roll back as he savored my taste. I secretly loved the way he ate pussy, like he wanted it, like he needed it. "Mmmm. You're such a naughty girl. You're loving this, aren't you?" He said, his lips vibrating against my sex. "Not as much as you," I joked. He started to gently nibble on my clit, and I started tugging on his hair. My legs locked around his head as he worked wonders with his mouth below my waist.
"You like it when I eat you while my brothers are upstairs? They could come down any minute and catch us," he muffled against my pussy. All I could do was nod and bite my lip as I tried to suppress the sounds I so desperately wanted to let loose. "Slut. I bet if Nick and Chris walked down here right now and saw what we were doing, you'd squirt all over my tongue, wouldn't you, used up little whore," he smirked. And he was right. The idea of being caught was enticing. I felt like I was at the edge of more than just the countertop, but before I could enjoy the sensation and fully sink into it, Matt was pulling away.
"No, no, no," I whined, gripping his locks of hair. "Please don't do this to me again," I begged him, chasing the feeling of his tongue, desperate for sweet release. He looked up at me, taunting me. "Not after you were such a bad girl for tattling on me to Nick and Chris," he grinned menacingly. His mouth glistened from nearly devouring me. "I'll do anything," I pleaded. "Yeah, anything but behave," he scolded me, bringing himself to his feet and wiping his face.
"You can finish cleaning the kitchen. I'm gonna go play video games," he replied, handing me back my pants. "The fuck I am. You're not gonna help me clean?" I angrily shot back. "No, and if you tell Nick or Chris that I didn't help you, I'll make sure they accidentally stumble upon your vibrator while you're here," Matt sneered. "Fuck you, asshole," I said under my breath as Matt was walking away. He immediately turned back around and brutally grabbed me by the neck. "Keep going and I won't let you cum tonight either," he snarled.
"And clean your pussy juice off the counter. People cook there," he said to me as he released me from his intense grip and disappeared out of the room. I quickly put my underwear and pants back on and finished cleaning the rest of the kitchen.
"So, how was cleaning the kitchen with Matt? Did you guys bond?" Nick sat down on the couch next to me several hours later while I was curled up scrolling on my phone. "Yeah, something like that," I blankly answered. "What's wrong? I can tell something is up with you," Nick replied. Oh, you know, Nick, your brother just keeps edging me and then ruining my climax. That's what's wrong. But of course, I couldn't say that, so I settled for a dramatic sigh and instead said, "You know, I'm just getting impatient with this whole water situation. You guys are really great for letting me stay here. I just can't help but feel like I'm intruding on your space."
"We want you here, silly. Even if your water weren't out, we'd probably still be hanging out with you," Nick reassured me. And it made me feel bad about lying in the first place. We sat next to eachother, laughing at memes until the sun started to set.
"It's getting late. I'm gonna start getting ready for bed," I relayed to Nick. We stood up and hugged each other. I thanked him again for his kindness, and he thanked me for my company. "By the way, I'm sleeping down here on the couch tonight. You can have my bed again," Nick offered. I couldn't let him. Not when I knew I'd be sneaking into Matt's room and falling asleep next to him anyway. "Nick, you're too sweet. But really, I think we should make Matt sleep down here and I can take his bed. Payback for him being a dick last night," I gave Nick a really sincere face. "That's a great idea actually," Nick's face lit up. "Don't worry, I'll tell him," I smiled.
I made my way to the bathroom with my towel, my clothes, and my vibrator. I started running the shower and once the water was hot enough to get in, I stood beneath the stream of warmth, vibrator in hand. Overcome by the incredible feeling of finally releasing pressure that had build up all day, I didn't even hear Matt come in until he was pulling back the curtain. My eyes shot open and I scrambled to shut off my toy.
"Awh. Trying to finish without me?" Matt chuckled, standing in front of me completely naked. "What are you doing?" I whispered to Matt, covering myself with the shower curtain. Bastard ruined my orgasm again. "I came to shower with you," he smiled. He got in and immediately pushed me up against the shower wall. "I think I've been keeping you waiting long enough," he gruffed into my ear as he propped my left leg onto the side of the tub.
He lined up his hardening cock with my entrance and inserted it in a brutal manner. I let out a small yelp as I felt him start violently bucking his hips. "Take my cock, you little whore," he rasped while my walls stretched around him. He grabbed onto my hair and yanked it hard while his cock grew to its full potential.
"Hey, sorry to bother you while you're showering, but did you see Matt anywhere before you got in?" Nick asked poking his head in through the bathroom door. "No, I didn't," I responded, biting my lip to hold back another satisfied sound and trying not to blow our little secret behind the shower curtain. "Have you noticed he's been acting strange lately?" Nick pondered out loud while Matt pounded into me from behind. "Stranger than normal? Kid's a freak," I snarked, and Matt started to fuck me harder for the jab I made at him to Nick, and he held his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"Yeah, I've noticed he's been kind of distant from Chris and me, and he's been even meaner to you than normal. I just worry he may be going through something," Nick responded sounding worried. Oh, he's going through something alright, I thought to myself as Matt bottomed out in me, thrusting against my gspot with incredible force.
"If you see him, will you let him know I'm looking for him?" Nick asked, but while Nick said this Matt was whispering into my ear quietly enough for only me to hear, "Cum on my cock, you naughty fucking whore," while he released his hand from my mouth so I could respond to Nick. "Yes, Matt," I slipped up. My eyes widened when I realized my error. "Did you just call me Matt?" Nick inquired, chuckling. "Sorry, Nick. I mispoke," I held myself together long enough to correct my mistake.
Just then, Matt reached up and covered my mouth with his palm again, grabbing me even more roughly than before while we came in tandem, both our orgasms tearing through us silently. My eyes rolled back, and it took everything in my power to not scream Matt's name while I throbbed around him. Matt's cock twitched, depositing his seed inside of me while Nick stood in the doorway telling me to enjoy my shower and giving me shit for calling him the wrong name. When we heard the door shut and Nick leave, Matt chuckled and said, "You're so hot for finishing on my cock while Nick was in the room. You're such a naughty girl."
"You're hot for making me wait so long for that. By the way, Nick and I talked about it. I'm taking your room tonight. Have fun sleeping on the couch," you smirked back at him breathlessly while the two of you finished your shower.
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IâM IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL ?!
᥎êȘ« summary . the rivaling rich billionaire's princess mingling with gotham terrorizer. what a headline for vicki vale.
᥎êȘ« includes? . red hood!jason, sionis!reader, rich girl life!reader, smutttttt, p-i-v intc*urse, cheesy but heartwarming relationship behavior, uhhh idk just read ho <3
"this is vicki vale reporting in Gotham News headquarters. Next story, Sionis' daughter involved with the enemy? Pictures caught the infamous Red Hood visiting on her balcony. is he using her for information? making her betray her own father?"
you turn the television down to hear your livid father on your phone. "my own daughter engaging with the enemy! i can't believe you!" you thought his voice couldn't get any louder but his tone conveyed his anger. "yes. yes, father. i know, I'm sorry."
you pace back and forth in your living room as the enemy has a smirk on his face, manspreading on the couch your father bought for you. your ear would be spared if it wasn't for the meddling crummy press. the red hood was a tantalizing human. getting what he wanted with his natural charm.
but you made it known that you knew nothing about your father's plan with his illegal weapons trade. you were just benefiting from the money he racked up.
"sorry, i gotta go." you end the call, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "geez," you card your hand through your hair, letting out a deep breath. "this what you wanted? for all of Gotham to know what i do in my free time?" his eyes rake up and down your body. "sorry princess, i thought i was bein' discreet with us." his smirk widens as his eyes halt at your hips.
"my father will be down my throat with this." you stand in front of him, hands of your hips. "come on. pretty. you're a grown woman. what's your daddy gonna do? stop you from seeing me?" amidst his sentence, his large hands rest on your waist, pulling you on his lap.
you roll your eyes. "you wanna throw me away for some dumbasses' opinion? i thought we had something. you wound me." he puts his hand up to his heart, feigning pain.
"look." you adjust yourself on his lap, earning a groan from his lips. "if we want to continue this, you're gonna have to do something with your appearance."
"you think i'm ugly?"
"no!" you swat at his chest. "i mean you can't keep coming to my place as red hood." his lips lock onto your neck, taking nips at your soft skin from time to time.
"jason, are you even listening to me?" you sigh. but not in anger, more as in a relief of pent-up tension. "yeah, ma. change up my appearance." he lets go of your neck with an exaggerated pop.
"good," his face lines up with yours as you both smile. in a flurry, you both are fighting for dominance on your couch. "come on, princess. you know you're gonna lose." he chuckles, pinning you down.
"come onn!" you whine. he laughs at your defeat, sitting on top of you. "who needs a shirt anyways?" he shrugs, lifting your shirt over your head, revealing your dark red bralette. "oh, i missed my girls." he jiggles your breasts. "jason, quit it!" you laugh. "what? i can't show them any love?" he stuffs his face in your cleavage, shaking his head. his stubble tinkles your skin, something you'll never miss. "okay, that's enough." you weakly push him off you.
his next target was your shorts, sliding them and your panties off, leaving you only in your bralette. "you shaved." he teases. "when do i not?" you send a calf into his side, an 'oof' coming out of him. "play nice, girl." his hands slip in between your thighs, fingertips gliding down your cunt. "fuckin' soaked." he chuckles under his breath. two of his fingers curl into you, something you'll never get used to.
the sounds of your slick sliding in and out of you brought a wide grin to his face. "think she's talkin' to me, baby." he groans, fastening his pace. "mm," you arch your back up a bit, unknowingly giving him more space for his fingers to fill.
"think your ready, baby?" he looks at you, tapping you on your cheek when you don't respond, too fucked out in ecstasy. "fuck-yes." he felt your cunt flutter around his digits, knowing that you wanted more.
without another word, jason moves out of his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. a few dribbles of precum slip out from his slit, slowly sliding down his shaft. he pumps himself a few times before lining his tip up with your wanting hole. "ready?" you nod.
that's one thing you loved about him. he was always cautious if you were ready or not. he slowly pushes himself into you, letting you adjust to his size again. "fuck, baby." he groans, closing his eyes. after some time of sitting still, he thrusts into you, gradually getting faster. "oh god." he holds onto the armrest above your head for support.
you open your eyes, seeing his handsome face above you. from the array of scars on his face, the white fluff of hair, to the hook of his nose. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever saw.
he takes one of your legs and places it on your shoulder, giving him a better angle. "oh my-" your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, the pleasure becoming unbearable. unmeasurable. "please." you didn't even know what you were begging for, you just were. maybe for him to quicken or to go a little easier on you. you couldn't put your finger on it. but you knew it boosted his ego. "please what, princess?" he looks down, emerald eyes boring into yours. "fuck me." you say just over a whisper.
the last bit you restraint he had went away as his hips began to slam into yours. "god!" he grunts, looking down at where you two meet. he loved watching you take him. a beautiful scene that only he could see.
the band on your stomach was only one string away from breaking before your orgasm would wash over you. and from the way jason was fervorently thrusting inside of you, you could tell that he was chasing his own orgasm.
"come with me, baby." he slaps your hip, making you jolt. you bite your lip, your walls pulsing around his length. all the more signs to tell him that you came. his warm load painted your walls, emitting a sigh from you both.
the both of you sit in silence, catching your breath and relaying the moments that just happened. "how about i get rid of that 'sionis' name and make you a 'todd'?"
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Hey guys
I felt quite insecure and ashamed to post this,
But I don't think I can hold it back anymore.
I'm from Bangladesh, my homeland, I speak Bangla, it's my mother tongue, and I'm proud of my roots but my family immigrated to America many years ago. But I still care a lot about my country. So recently, there has been a lot going in Bangladesh. Mainly, it's because of its corrupted government. Our prime minister Sheikh Hasina is literally a dictator, if you go to twitter and search about recent news in Bangladesh, you can see that the situation is not that good. Basically, it's because we have a thing which is called "Quota" and it affects the Bangladeshi Government job sectors in a very negative way. This "Quota" is for the freedom fighters who fought in 1971 war which happened in Bangladesh. But the problem is that, even though those freedom fighters are dead, their families are welcome to enjoy the privileges which the quota provides.
Mostly, the grandchildren of these freedom fighters can use the quota to get jobs in Bangladesh's most prestigious job sectors, which has created a huge unemployment problem in Bangladesh. Also, these "so called" grandchildren are now TOTALLY CORRUPTED AND RUINING OUR COUNTRY while enjoying many privileges given by our PM and Bangladeshi students are very mad about it because normal, brilliant students with ZERO QUOTA cannot get into any prestigious job sectors no matter how hard they try!
Thousands of students have also committed sui*ide because they could not feed their poor family who are looking up to these brilliant students so that they can spin their family's poor fate.
From 13 July till now, the students of many public and private universities of Bangladesh are protesting together and risking their lives in order to remove this disgusting, vile and cruel quota system. Unfortunately, given to these current circumstances, our PM still pays no mind to these poor students who are protesting ENDLESSLY and literally DYING ON THE ROAD !!
Sheikh Hasina has labeled these brave students as RAJAKAR/TRAITORS (Collaborators who aided the enemy country Pakistan in 1971)
Our brave Bengali students, male and female, got so enraged, heartbroken by the fact that their prime minister called them traitors of the country just because they wanted the quota system removed. Following that incident, on July 15, at 1 AM, Dhaka University students, Eden Women's College students and many other University students broke down the gates of their hall at midnight and ran down to the streets to protest while chanting "Who are you? Who am I ? Rajakar, Rajakar!!"
Brave men and women who are protesting against this quota, are now being brutally attacked and mercilessly killed by the government party terrorist organization Chhatra League. The students at Dhaka University are now being attacked with stones, Bats, knifes and literally anything that can hurt a human brutally enough. Our government has turned their back on us, claiming that these students are traitors of their own country, and they are selfish because they do not want the quota system to give benefits to only the grandchildren of freedom fighters anymore.
But the reality is, these so-called grandchildren are now dominating 56% of job sectors with the help of money, nepotism and other dishonest ways while the honest student of our country stays unemployed, their talents wasted, efforts unappreciated and thus, they suffer from depression.
I'm not asking that much from my followers, but please, for the love of God, share my post as much as you can. These mass protests are not being seen enough, share and retweet as much as possible, we need to spread these horrifying actions committed by our PM to the world. Shame, shame, shame on them. Shame on our government for turning a blind eye to hundred thousand of these students. The streets of Dhaka have been drenched with the blood of our students; in order to save their lives, we need to spread this news as much as possible. My cousins from Bangladesh are absolutely frightened, their exams have been stopped, teachers are also turning their backs on these students, they have nowhere to go now. My cousin's classmate got her arm broken off by terrorist organization Chaatro League men just because she was protesting against the corrupted system.
Women are getting assaulted, acids are being thrown at these students, violence is now occurring left and right, our PM is a woman and still, she chooses to betray the students and stands still on her disgusting beliefs with the terrorist government organization Awami League supporting her crimes.
On 21 February, in 1952, thousands of students at Dhaka University protested against the West Pakistan in order to establish the language Bangla as the state language of east Pakistan. Thousands of students had died on that day, which is why we Bangladeshis celebrate 21 February as our Mother Language Day.
It seems like history is going to repeat itself yet again.
Shame, shame, shame on them!
#Step down Sheikh Hasina#Stop Quota Movement#ALL EYES ON BANGLADESH#Stop Quota System#Awami League resign now#Bloodred Bangladesh#1952 is repeating itself
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âCome back, be here ...â
Pairing: fancast! Benji blackwood x Bracken!reader
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â You and Benji meet when sky goes blaze and sun comes up, by the woods. But this time somthing hits different.
Nsfw 18 +, sexual content ahead ( blow job ) and hinted sex, enemies with benefits, smug! Benji, gn! Bracken! Reader, choking, physical shoving and rough reader, Benji being adorable, fluff, sprinkle of fairy dust ( angst ) some team black vs green dispute.
â What are you doing here ? â
The twigs crunched by your soles echoed in ten empty woods, the sun was coming up from the horizon where land met sky.
â You're late.â Benji said, rubbing his eye like he had fallen asleep, bones cracking as he got up from the bottom the trunk where he was sitting, a leather pouch discarded.
â This wasn't even meant to be.â You spat, eyeing him as he grinned at your anger, already making his way towards you.
â Why ? â He said nonchalantly, knowing how much you hated that tone, slurring the ends, â Because your coward kingââ
â Shut your mouth.â You shoved him, his back hitting the nearest bark, wrapping your fingers around his throat, his eyes locked in yours.
â or what ? â He challenged, every sound resonating back in your skin, waves shooting up and down, rippling your heart, he was very much amused when you had no answer.
â Go, before I kill you traitor. â You loosened your grip, satisfied to see the four red marks clinging to his cartilage rings, adam apple bobbling when he swallowed hard.
â Why are we doing this ? â He pulled you by the back of your neck, his face turning to a scowl.
â Doing what ? â
Benji shaked his head like you were being an idiot, â This.â he said, with more urgency and you huffed before he caught you off guard.
He kissed you, not the first time and as you hoped, not the very last.
But it was different, like all your kisses were more crashing and shearing and reaching for each other while this, thisâ it was everything the rest weren't. Soft and sweet, a breeze on your mouth, slow and musical, like you had all the time, it was how lovers kissed, so close that his heart was beating in your ribs, so close that sides didn't matter and he was all along in you, with you.
â......â You pulled away when your chest ached for breath, his face was beaming with the crimson patches and lips swollen by you.
â Do you...â He started, biting his lower lip, you looked away, â ...you happen to have time.â
â Not much.â you grabbed at his tunic, pulling it away while his face only heated up like the sun itself.
The moment you took him in your mouth was the moment you changed what has changed, ofcourse, Benji slipped into another person while you were at it, sometimes he would call you âdarlingâ, âloveâ and all those sweet names lovers had the luxury of, but it was forgotten as soon as both of you were in your clothes and senses.
But when he tugged at your hair, whispering sweet nothings with moans only you could make him gasp, or you hoped ( you wished ).
He was praising and guiding as your mouth devoured him whole, sniffing in his musky scent and drowning in his thick juices, he came with cursing â oh love...â so loud that neither of you could forget it didn't happen.
There was hardly any talking, speaking meant acknowledge of what you were doing and in that case â you both were clueless. You hardly remember how and when this became something that was meant to be.
To meet by the horizon and fuck daylights out of each other wasn't the most fierce rivalry, to speak ill and crude before pulling each other for a kiss that could last lifetimes.
To hold hands as one reached heaven, or presumably hell, each thrust driven with hate, passion and anger and most of all â hope.
Benji and you never kissed after, it was only the initialisation, the â hey, let's fuck.â and a glare or pathetic attempt to insult was used as â now get the fuck out of my territory â with an unsaid, â but be back to me, soonâ
So when Benji helped you up your knees, his head leaning against the bark as he show stars in morning blazing sky, before his eyes met you, flushed and pink lips pressed in warm summer sun, softly and sweetly.
â You are getting good.â and here it was, his pathetic attempt but you were so wrong because that smile, which reached his eyes could never be an insult, and he was still clasping your hand.
You swallowed hard, the sun came up and he was looking at you, his gaze was softer when you looked back, was it today or was it all this time and you never saw, too afraid to fall in those devastingly beautiful eyes, lighting up like mischief.
â Now get out.â
He chuckled as you pulled, clutching your wrist near your heart, arching your brows because that made you feral â another useless fact Benji had told you.
â Don't be lateââ he bent down, picking his leather pouch along with cloak, displaying his fine ass, shit â â next time, there's more I want to do. â
Despite you struggled, keeping the blush under control, or to blame the sun, you felt your whole body stiffening with the mere thought, arousal lurching in your stomach.
â If you really want to do something,â you took three step back, facing his forward, the sun almost in the sky, blazing his whole face, â then you could tell your troops on the western front to calm the fuck down, it's annoying.â
â You didn't answer my question.â He pouted to himself, waving you off.
â which question ? â you blinked.
â Nevermind, next time.â He smirked, you nodded, so there's going to be next time, you held the smile clutched in your cheeks.
â Right.â you said, nodding while he bobbled in chin in courtesy and walked out of the woods to the blackwood fields.
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â My leigeâ A beaded man came rushing, his hand waving a parchment that was crumbled around the edges.
â Make sure the mother is provided good care ââ you turned to him, â yes ? â
â The Blackwood troops dreaded the west aisles... there's been no dispute.â
Something inside you soared high, like bird's first flight and dropped like a free fall, no certainly just a hope.
â...â The said man stared at you, that's when you realised you were smiling your brightest.
â that's... that's very nice.â You stood up, the woods awaited you.
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