#gang this one took me 20+ hours

[theoneandonlyyeti]

I decided to make a second outfit for Mahika! this time inspired by the lovely dance costumes for the traditional kuchipudi dance from andrah pradesh!

shes technically supposed to be barefoot with mehndi on her feet as well but i was lazy and didnt want to draw that lol

also i drew her catalyst! its a decorated kashmiri egg! and i imagine she fights sorta like how you would imagine if earth benders actually made contact with the people they were fighting (think wrio but geo)

[please do not repost! reblogs are fine!]

[ljubimaya]

– A LITTLE DEATH

SYNOPSIS: Wounded after a gang fight, Baji finds comfort in you in more than one way.

C/W: aged up characters (Baji and reader are 20+ years old), mentions of death (no one dies, though), fem! reader, friends to lovers, confessions, mentions of wounds and bruises and the treatment of such, reader and Baji teasing each other, a little angst with tons of comfort, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), soft sex, slow burn bc I yapped too much, pet names (pretty girl baby), lmk if I missed smth ♡

A/N: This took me seven months and three rewrites :,)) me writing soft sex with Kei is 100% self-indulgent and lowkey selfshipcoded btw

W/C: 9k+ words (I told you I yapped too hard, I'm sorry, it will happen again)

1 A.M. and you didn’t sleep. You weren't even tired, not after receiving the text from your best friend. 

“I’ll be at yours in a while” was all Baji sent you. You received his message when you were just getting ready for bed, after you took a nice hot shower and put on your freshly washed pajamas. All hopes of a peaceful, quiet night shattered the moment you opened the chat and read his text. 

That was at 10 P.M. the previous day. You’ve been sitting on your couch for three hours now and couldn’t get a grip on your idiotic best friend. Calls wouldn’t go through, messages would remain unanswered, and you didn’t even have the numbers of his other, equally idiotic friends so they could forward your message to Baji. Not that you would actually even reach out to them, despite being your friend’s friends, you were still deeply terrified of most of them. 

Worry took over at 11 P.M. when he didn’t show up like he promised he would and panicked, when you couldn’t even reach him by midnight, and once 1 A.M. rolled around, you found yourself trying to rationalize him not showing up. Maybe he’s asleep in his bed? Maybe he’s still out with his friends? Maybe he’s lying dead in a ditch?

Dread truly was the best alternative to caffeine, you couldn’t even think of going back to bed until you knew he was alive and breathing. 

So you sat on your couch, wrapped in your fuzzy blanket and sipping on your herbal tea to calm your nerves. The tea itself didn’t seem to help calm your anxiety at all, but you found that if you didn’t hold the warm cup, you'd reach out to grab your phone and start bombarding him with calls and texts. The little faith you had in him told you you would have enough time to give him an earful once he shows up. If he shows up…

A light knock brought you back to reality. You didn’t expect anyone except for Baji, so you felt safe to open the door. You didn’t know what it was, a logical conclusion that it could only be him, the hope you held in your heart that it was him, or an inner knowing. Whichever it may have been, you were right. 

Upon opening your front door, you were greeted with none other than the first division captain himself. Although alive and breathing, Baji looked exhausted. Cuts littered his handsome face, bloody knuckles clutched to his stomach, and his tired eyes told you everything you needed to know. He needed to get patched up. 

“Not asleep?” he asked in his deep raspy voice. His deep baritone usually makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, but hearing the tiredness out of his voice, you couldn’t bring yourself to swoon over him. At least not yet. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you answered “No. Couldn’t fall asleep when you texted me you’d come over. Although, I didn’t think I’d have to wait three hours” You laughed dryly. 

Baji frowned. He knew he arrived way later than he had promised you, and to his credit he would have arrived earlier if it were up to him. 

Usually, he would have been rough to anyone who gives him even the slightest bit of sass. He’d beat them back to their place and make sure they would choose their tone more carefully around him, but you weren’t just anyone to him. You know his temper, you have been victim to it on numerous occasions now, but he never dared to treat you like one of his underlings. Baji was never rough to you, tried avoiding becoming loud or calling you names except for the occasional “stupid”, “nerd”, or “brat”, which he knew wouldn’t offend you. 

“I know I said I’d arrive earlier, but you know how things are with the gang. One moment we’re having a normal meeting, the next we’re fighting some weak ass rival gang”

“You guys won?” you asked as you let the wild man enter your home. He grinned proudly as he settled down on your couch, still careful not to hurt himself further. 

“You know it. No gang can stand a chance against us” 

You rolled your eyes at him, chuckling as he boasted about his victory against the rival gang. 

“They had more members than Toman does” Baji grumbled as he watched you bring out the first aid kit “The nerve of them to attack us. No name gang, heard about them only once during another conflict with another rival gang”

“The one from last month?” You asked, taking out the bandages and alcohol wipes. This wasn’t the first time Baji had asked you to patch him up after a gang fight, it became a recurring thing when you befriended the hot headed gangster. You would always look forward to seeing him after a gang fight, it was almost therapeutic to take care of his wounds while he rambled about anything and everything. Given your busy schedules, both of you living completely different lives, and thus having a hard time making plans to meet up, him coming over after a gang fight felt more like catching up with him rather than a chore to you. 

“Yeah, those fucking bastards” Baji confirmed while he undid the buttons of his Toman uniform. Carefully, he took off the piece of clothing and put it right next to your first aid kit on the coffee table. You glared at him as he did that. 

“You did not just out your dirty shirt on my clean coffee table”

“Oh jeez, stop it. You sound like my mom” He teased, his hand soon grasping the article of clothing. “May I throw it on the floor, mom?” Baji taunted you as soon as he removed his shirt from your coffee table. Chuckling at his teasing, you retorted “Careful, or else I’ll ground you for a week. You can kiss your little gangster friends goodbye”

The ravenette groaned at your quick witted response “Thank God I’m a grown man. Thank God you’re not my mom” You took the shirt from his grasp, your fingers brushing against his rough ones for a short moment. 

“I can wash it for you. It looks really dirty, and I don’t want you to wear a dirty shirt when I’m done cleaning your wounds” 

Baji’s face softens when you suggest washing his shirt for him “You really don’t have to. I don’t mean to trouble you any more than I have to-”

“Nonsense” You cut him off as you stood up and started to walk towards your bathroom “I’ll throw it into the washing machine while I’ll take a look at your wounds. It’s not like I’m going to wash it with my hands”

Baji stared at you as you began to retreat from him “You want me to leave shirtless?”

“No. You can sleep over tonight” You hummed. While bold, you knew that you wouldn’t let him leave in the dead of the night, especially with his injuries. The prospect of Baji staying for the night makes your blood rush towards your cheeks. Trying to conceal your sudden shyness, you turned around from him, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell just how flustered you were. 

No matter how late Baji would visit, he wouldn’t stay over too long. This would be a first if he agreed to sleep over. You were almost certain he would disagree with you, tell you not to worry too much about him, that he didn’t need to sleep over, but you were willing to fight him over it. 

Baji scoffed “You really don’t have to. I don’t want to inconvenience you more than I already am. You’ve stayed awake for so long to take care of my bruises, you really don’t have to wash my clothes now too, or let me stay over. Besides” He stopped for a moment, studying the way you’ve turned away from him “You got work. I’m not a child you have to take care off”

“I understand that you’re an adult and can do whatever you please” You mustered up all the courage to turn around and face him “Let me care for you. I don’t want you to get infections, and I sure as hell don’t want you to walk home alone in your state. I know you can handle getting punched or kicked or thrown, but”  I can’t handle it. You halted. Heart beating against your ribcage furiously, you felt the blood rush to your face. If I don’t calm down now, I’ll end up crying.

So you took a deep breath, trying to get a hold on your bubbling emotions “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. You’re staying, and that’s final” Without letting him react, you walked off to your bathroom. 

You quickly returned with a big bowl filled with water once you’ve thrown his article of clothing into the washing machine. The walk back into the living room was filled with dread. Knowing how hot headed he can be, he should be pissed. He should be angry at you, he should tell you to back off and let him do whatever he wants. You were already mentally preparing yourself to argue and reason with him, but upon your return, you didn’t see a glaring, angry man. 

Baji sat silently on the couch, waiting for you to come back. No traces of anger graced his face, no clenching fists, he didn’t even talk when you approached him

You sat down next to him. Although the silence was awkward, it helped you focus on tending to his wounds. His naked torso was littered with small bruises. You were able to make out small cuts, but they were predominantly on his hands. No open wounds except his bloodied knuckles. Mentally taking notes on his physical condition, you made a treatment plan. Deciding his knuckles needed immediate attention, you carefully took his hand into yours. Baji let you take his hand without any sort of resistance, instead, he watched you clean the surrounding area of the wounds on his fingers and knuckles before carefully dabbing the alcohol infused cotton. Before, you rinsed his open wounds with cool water to get out any rubble that could be inside. A low hiss escaped Baji’s lips once you lightly pressed the in alcohol soaked cotton. Usually, he’d tell you to be more careful, but this time he doesn’t say a word. 

“I know it hurts” you muttered in an apologetic tone as you carefully dab the cotton on the wound, trying to get him to talk to you “I’ll try to be more careful”

Moments passed and he still didn’t make attempts to reply back. You continued cleaning his and dressing his knuckles and hands; and while it felt like an eternity without hearing Baji’s deep voice rambling about the gang or his personal life, you were finished tending to his hands much faster than it usually took you. 

One look at the bruises on his torso, and you knew they needed to be cooled, especially the big and dark bruise on his stomach. Suddenly, you remembered the way Baji was clutching his stomach. 

“What happened here?” You asked him, your fingers lightly grazing his rock hard abs absentmindedly. Baji groaned and gritted his teeth as you touched the bruise. Quickly realizing that he was in pain, you retreated your fingers from the hurting area. Mentally cursing at yourself for being so careless, you opened your mouth to utter an apology, but Baji was quicker. 

“Got hit by a metal pipe” Baji told you, a scowl adorning his face as he sat up straighter “That bastard swung at me out of nowhere. Didn’t even see him coming, was too busy punching some other fuckers”

“I’m so sorry”

Baji snorted at your apology as he finally looked at you, his eyes locking with yours for the first time since you demanded he stayed over. “‘s nothing you have to apologize for. You weren’t there, hell, I wouldn’t want you to be at a gang fight” He grinned teasingly at you, the awkward silence from before having completely vanished “The streets aren’t for you”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and laugh “What? Are you calling me soft or something?”

“Maybe. Won’t call you tough either” He chuckled as he watched you reach over to grab the cotton again. 

“Lift up your head. I still need to disinfect the small scratches on your face, Mister Tough” You hummed as you took his face into your hands, taking a better look at the small cuts that littered his face. However, your attention slipped into other directions as you kept on looking at him. Suddenly, you weren’t looking at his small wounds, but rather, you were looking at his plump lips. Then his pointy nose, his bushy eyebrows, and soon, your gaze fell upon his eyes. 

Earthy brown irises looked back into yours, and you swore you saw them glint in the low light of your living room. You felt weak, your heart fluttering as you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. He has drawn you in with one single look of his eyes, and you swore you would drown in them like they were quicksand. Or maybe you would burn in the molten bronze of his eyes? Whatever it may be, all power left your body as soon as your eyes locked with his. You had no energy to look away; you had no energy and you certainly didn’t have the desire to. 

“That's not cleaning my wounds” a wolfish grin appeared on his lips, obviously amused by the sight of you flinching and tensing up when he caught you staring at him for far too long. 

Blood rushed to your face, you felt so embarrassed and humiliated at his teasing smirks. Oh that bastard…

“Well, I can't clean them when I haven't assessed them properly” you shot back, proud of your quick-witted response. Still, you couldn’t help but look away, the fluttering feeling inside your stomach growing more intense the longer his gaze remained on your form. Your face is turned away from him, your eyes averted to the floor when you felt his half bandaged hands reach towards your face, cupping it in a warm embrace. 

The teasing smirk having disappeared, Baji’s face has softened. His thumb lightly grazed your cheek when he turned you to face him, and just like that you locked eyes with him again. 

“Hey” he whispered in a tender tone, still stroking your cheek with his thumb “You ok?”

You leaned into his touch instinctively, eyes closing as you welcomed his warmth, basking in the comfort it provides. 

“I’m not the one that got hurt” you muttered “I am however incredibly…..” you took a deep breath as your voice falters. You felt the urge to double down on your words and tell him that everything was fine and that you were just overreacting and tired, but you couldn’t bear holding your tongue anymore. 

“I am incredibly worried about you”

Just like that, Pandora’s Box opened. The unsettling feeling you had right before he arrived returned and despite his warm hands holding your face, his face appeared to you so much paler than he usually was. 

Baji raised his eyebrow at your concerns, his thumb still caressing your cheek while he remained silent. You took his silence as a go ahead to explain your worry for him. 

“I know you are a grown man, and that you can do whatever you want. I can’t force you to do anything, and you know that you would never ask you to change anything about yourself” The words tumbled out of your mouth. Your heart pounded against your ribcage furiously, cold sweat coated your body and you felt your vision blurred. Yet, no tears rolled down your cheeks, you held them back as much as you could. There was no way you would break down in front of him like that. So you mustered up all the strength you had to calm your breathing before you continued.

“But I worry. I worry that there will be a day in which I’ll have to wake up to find out you’re lying in the hospital. I worry that one day I’ll wake up to find out you’re missing. And worst of all, I fear the day that you won’t return to me after a fight” 

You didn’t even finish talking and tears were already rolling down your face. Despite initially not wanting to cry in front of him, you felt as if a burden was being lifted from you. Baji listened silently to your distraught ramble. His hands never left your face, holding it so delicately as if you would crumble into pieces if he let go. 

“Promise me, Keisuke. Promise me that I won’t have to wake up in cold sweat from nightmares about losing you. Promise me I won’t have to stay awake all night long and wonder about your safety. Promise me you’ll always find your way back to me”

A shaky breath left your lips; you stared deeply into his eyes as you pleaded with him. You couldn’t take your gaze away from him, your eyes bored deeply into his, silently seeking for an answer to your emotionally charged demands. 

Finally, Baji broke his silence. 

“You know I can’t promise you any of that” He muttered. Baji firmly held your eye contact while his hands slowly retreated from your face “I can’t make such promises to you when I know just how unpredictable gang fights are” 

This wasn’t what you were expecting, nor the answer you wanted to hear from him. Your heart squeezed at his honest answer and his sudden retreat. Crushed, you too made an effort to distance yourself from him, but when you were about to stand up and excuse yourself, you felt his hands on yours. The ravenette guided your hands towards his face, making you hold his face. 

“I didn't know you were so worried about me. I never meant to inconvenience you in any way-”

“That's not what I'm complaining about!” You snapped back at him, not believing what you were hearing from him. 

“You're not inconveniencing me in any way. I look forward to seeing you. I wanna hear you ramble about your tights, your gang members, your colleagues - anything, really. I just hate seeing you hurt” 

Baji looked deeply into your eyes, and for a second you thought you would get swept up by his beautiful brown irises until you heard his usually gruff voice speaking to you in an unusually soft tone. A tone only reserved for you.

“Hey, look at me. I know it might sound harsh, but you gotta understand that I’m not making any promises to you that I know I won’t be able to keep. I wish I was able to say it with my full chest and promise that nothing will happen to me, but that’s not how life works” 

His reasoning seemed plausible, and yet, your heart sank as Baji tried to reason with you. Something inside you yearned for more, you needed to hear something from him, or else you knew you would never be able to sleep peacefully at night. 

“Keisuke” you whispered tenderly as you held his face gently, his hands still pressing against the back of your hands, keeping them in place. It was a firm grip, a grip that told you that he wanted to be held, and yet nothing about his touch seemed rough and forceful.

“I understand what you’re trying to tell me. I understand that some things are out of your reach, but this does nothing to calm my racing thoughts. I won’t be able to think of anything else but your safety when I know you’re out there. I know it sounds selfish of me to demand it, but for the sake of my own sanity, I need some reassurance of you” 

Baji's eyes never left your while you spoke. His eyebrow furrowed as his mind worked out a reasonable enough deal for you, a promise that would give you a peace of mind and that he would be able to fulfill. Eventually, his grip on your hands loosened. While no longer pressed against his own face, he held your hands tenderly. 

“I get that, I really do. While I can’t promise you that I will stay safe all the time, I can promise you that I will be more careful. I can promise you to be more mindful of my surroundings and I can promise you that I won’t run head first into fights” 

This seemed to be all the reassurance that you needed from him. A soft smile graced your face as you heard his proposal as relief washed over you. It may have not been what you wanted to hear, but it surely was better than no promise from him at all. 

“I’ll take it” a breathless whisper escaped through your lips. Baji broke his gaze from yours, only for his eyes to land on your hands holding his. You followed suit and looked at your intertwined fingers. You haven’t even realized that your fingers have laced with his. Was it when he made his promise to you to be more careful, or did you intertwine your fingers with his absentmindedly when you accepted the promise? Perhaps, it was him who took initiative and laced his fingers with yours?

Blood rushed to your cheeks when Baji gave your interlocked hand a gentle squeeze. 

“You should be careful” You muttered “Don’t move your fingers too much, they’re still wounded”

“I know, but I couldn’t resist” Baji grinned as you shyly averted your gaze from him, trying to pay no mind to his teasing.

“But I will be much more careful from now on. Gotta at least try and stay alive if someone cares about me that much” He mused, his deep honeyed voice making you feel butterflies in your stomach. Usually, you would try and hide the way he made you feel. You’d grin back at him and tease him back. On a different day, you would have told him off, but after the rollercoaster of emotions you have gone through, you didn’t want to bite back at him. 

“Yeah, you better” huffing, you carefully disentangled your fingers from his “I do care for you. Immensely, actually” You added in a quiet, soft tone before reaching to grab the antiseptic ointment. 

“Careful, this might burn a bit”

Baji’s smirk has softened. Intently, he watched your face as you worked to disinfect his wounds. A low hum escaped his lips as your skillful fingers ghosted over his face applying the antiseptic ointment. While he felt a slight burning sensation, Baji enjoyed the tender touches. 

“I know you care. You care so much you even ordered me to stay over and washed my shirt” 

Heat rose to your cheeks upon hearing Baji’s teasing remark. You were hoping he wouldn’t bring it back up, but one glance to Baji’s eyes, free of resentment and bitterness, told you that he wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable. Yet, you remained silent, not knowing what to reply back, or rather, too embarrassed to say anything back to the ravenette. 

“I know I’m an ass sometimes. I’m impulsive, loud; I have a sharp tongue and I like weaponizing it, but I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am that you care for someone like me” 

“Yeah” You chuckled while carefully cleaning a wound on his cheek, your heart skipping a beat when you caught the tender look in his eyes “You might be an ass, but you are my favorite ass”

Baji hummed at your reply “Yeah? That makes me feel so special”

Sighing, you put the cotton away “You know” you started, your voice carrying a nervous tone as you tried to articulate your thoughts “I’m sorry for trying to boss you around. Of course you don’t have to stay over. I could look inside my closet if I have a baggy shirt I could lend to you to walk home in-”

“No, I’m staying”

The firmness of Baji’s voice caught you off guard. Skeptical, you raised an eyebrow at your injured friend “You really don’t have to. I don’t wanna force you to stay here”

“Yeah I know, but I want to stay. I want to stay over, because I know you want me to stay. I don’t wanna worry you much more than I already have”  

You let out a groan as you heard Baji out, frustrated at the guilty face he made “Hey, I don’t want you to think that you are a burden to me in any shape or form. I have no right to make you stay if you don’t want to, you are not obligated to stay over just because I threw a temper tantrum earlier”

“I get that” Baji watched as you sat down next to him after putting all the utensils back into the first aid kit “But I understand where you’re coming from. I know I would be furious at you if you were hurt and refused help from me. I know I would chain you to bed so you wouldn’t wander off and get hurt again” 

“Baji-”

“It’s Keisuke” He rolled his eyes at your slip up, unable to hide his frustrations with you any longer “Listen, I do owe it to you to stay. If staying over is what will bring you peace of mind, I’ll stay. I care that you care for me so much”

And that was all the reassurance you needed from him. Baji went out of his way to make sure you wouldn’t worry too much about him; the way that he understood your anxiety regarding his health and wellbeing and tried to ease your mind made you feel butterflies in your stomach. 

“Thank you” You muttered while you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“No, thank you. Thank you for always being there for me” Baji whispered back, his hand soon finding its way to your hair. A satisfied hum escaped your lips when you felt him play with your hair.

“You don’t have to thank me. Caring for you comes naturally to me. It’s like a fish swimming, or a bird flying. I love caring for you” I love you.

“And I love that you care for me so much. Makes me feel really special” Baji said when his fingers played with your hair, careful not to tug too hard on your strands of hair.

“You already said that” You chuckled at him “You already said that me caring for you makes you feel special. Although” You moved your head to look at him, a teasing giggle leaving your lips “I don’t quite understand what I do to make you feel  so ‘special’ though”

Baji’s lips quirk into a grin as he turns his head as well and looks you deep in your eyes. And just like that, you were a prisoner of his earthy brown eyes. It’s as if the ground moved beneath your feet and swallowed you whole. The low light in your living room gave him an ethereal glow, and to you, he looked like the most perfect person.

“Hmm, it’s many things you do actually. You deal with my bullshit, like cleaning my wounds way past midnight. You laugh at my corny jokes, you cook from me from time to time” He chuckles “Although, your cooking skills are kinda lacking”

You scoffed at his teasing “I know I’m never going to be a Michelin star cook, but you always eat everything I make for you”

“I know. I would eat anything your golden hands would make” Baji hummed, leaning in closer to you. 

“You know, I love it when you look at me like this” He mumbles as his breath fanning over your lips. Your stomach was in knots, the proximity between you and him made you feel so damn dizzy. A tiny voice inside your head begged you to lean closer to him, to finally taste his lips like you’ve always wanted to, but you couldn’t bring yourself to bridge the distance. The rational - and perhaps shy - side won pretty quickly, so instead of making any moves on him, you hoped he would kiss you.

“How do I look at you?”, you asked in a whisper, daring him to finally say what you have waited for for so long: A hint on how he truly saw you. 

Baji’s hand reached to hold your face, no longer playing with your hair “Like I mean the world to you” He purred, his voice smooth like satin “You look at me as if I hung the stars and the moon. As if there is no one but me in the room”

“But there is no one besides you” You exclaimed, unable to stop yourself. Like a dam with cracks, you were bound to spill your feelings to him, and no force would hold back the flood. 

“And you do mean the world to me. To me, you might as well have hung the stars and the moon” you breathed shakily. You haven’t said it directly, yet you already felt like you have spilled your guts out to him “You are so incredibly important to me”

“I know, and I hope you know that I care for you just as much” Baji leans in closer, his nose touching yours “In fact, I think I might care about you than you do” He muses, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You felt as if you were on fire. It might have been the need to know if your best friend returned your feelings or not, it might have been the adrenaline you felt from feeling so close to him, perhaps you wanted to tease him back or it might have been a combination of all of the above, but you promptly challenged him “So you must love me then”

Baji’s other hand, the one that wasn’t already touching your cheek, gently cupped your face and leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours “I do” Baji mumbles, drunk of your smell and hungry to taste your lips “I love you” he breathes out before gently capturing your lips with his. 

Time seemed to slow down when his lips collided with yours. You were hoping for a hint, a clue on how he feels for you, so getting a confession and a kiss from the man you have loved for the longest time made you feel emotional. 

You wasted no time and returned the kiss eagerly, lips molding over his softly. Closing your eyes and moving your arms to carefully wrap themselves around his neck, Baji responded by turning his body towards you. His hands soon found their way towards your waist, his fingers softly gripping onto you. He didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want to pull away or or even shift into a more comfortable position; not when he was busy summarizing every little detail of your lips. From the softness, to the taste, to the shiver he felt running down his spine when you moved your lips against his, he wanted everything engraved in his brain for the rest of his life. 

Breathlessly, you pulled away from Baji. You were mentally cursing out your body’s need for air when your soul craved to melt with his. A deep hum escaped his lips when he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I take it you like me back” Baji mumbled as he looked you deeply in your eyes. Despite it sounding like he was stating a fact, you couldn’t unhear the slightly questioning understone. You chuckled and brought your hand to his cheek, gently cupping it while your other hand remained on his neck.

“I don’t just like you” You muttered as you stole a quick peck from his lips “I love you too”

Baji let out a satisfied groan upon feeling your lips on his again “Then kiss me properly” He didn’t even waste a second and crashed his lips with yours, unable to wait for a reply back from you. While the first kiss was sweet and slow, this kiss felt raw and urgent. You felt so shy feeling his passion, but who were you to turn down a steamy kiss from Baji Keisuke?

So without thinking too much, you returned his kiss with fervor. Addicted to your lips, Baji would soon pull on your hips, his strong grip making you feel butterflies in your stomach. 

“Come sit on my lap, pretty girl” Baji whispered against your lips “Come on, sit on my lap” He demanded in a deep, sultry voice when he felt your hesitancy. Heat crept up your face and you looked away from his handsome face. His cheeks were tinted in a lovely red, the thin sheen of sweat made him look like he was sparkling in the dim light of your living room. 

“Hey” Baji tenderly held your chin and turned your face to look at him. You could still see the fire of passion in his half lidded eyes, but there was also restraint “Am I going too fast for you?” He asked before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“No, it’s not that. I just feel a little….shy” You whispered the last part. If Baji didn’t have such a firm grip on your chin, you would have tried to look away and hide your flustered face. 

“Shy?” Baji mused, a smirk creeping up on his lips “What you gotta be shy for? We confessed to each other, didn’t we?” 

“I know, but it’s just so sudden. My brain has barely registered that you like me”

“Nuh-huh, I didn’t say that I like you. I said I love you” Baji corrected, chuckling “But don’t worry, I can go slower if you’d like that. I just want you to feel comfortable around me”

That seemed to do the trick for you; despite still feeling flustered, a rush of excitement spread over your body and overpowered your initial shyness. Who would have thought that Baji ensuring you that your comfort coming first would turn you on so damn much?

Feeling bold, you eyed his toned torso. You didn’t know if it was weird or not, but you liked looking at the bruises on his body; seeing his naked upper body littered in cuts and bruises just made you feel so hot. 

“You could never make me feel uncomfortable” you whispered when you shifted closer to him, lips grazing over the now purple spot on his chest. 

Baji groaned when he felt you kiss his wound, feeling both pain and pleasure from your tender kisses. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled as he felt your lips travel lower and lower, kissing each and every bruise and cut.

“I’m kissing them better” You replied back, humming as the taste of his sweat hit your tongue. You looked up from him, still kissing your way over to the very last wound, the one right on his pelvis. 

A guttural growl rumbles from his chest as he took in the view in front of him: The woman he loved so much - desired for the longest time - kissing along his torso. Baji’s pants felt so tight when he saw the longing, lust filled gaze you looked at him from beneath him. Baji just wanted to lay you on the couch, rip your clothes off your body and make you his, but he knew that wasn’t the way he wanted to fuck you for the first time. He wanted to be soft and loving, worship every inch of your body and show you just how much you meant to him. 

So he placed his hand on your head, stopping from going any lower “Lay down pretty. Let me make you feel real good” 

You felt so weak to your knees when you heard his deep and husky voice, dripping with lust and hunger. The way he looked at you, eyes half lidded and full of love, made you feel so incredibly hot and bothered. Trembling, you obeyed and got up from your sitting position and laid down on the couch, impatiently awaiting his next move. 

He laid on top of you, caging you between his strong arms. You were surrounded by him - his arms holding you in place, his toned body laying on top of you, his strong musk, his bulge pressed against your thigh…You felt so delirious when you breathed in his scent, smelling a mix of cologne, shampoo and sweat. 

“Pretty” Baji breathed out when he leaned in closer to you. His breath fanned over your face as his lips kept an agonizing distance. So close, but not nearly close enough to still the intense fire of desire that burned within you. Garnering all the confidence that you could gather, you cupped his face and kissed him - a kiss he was all too eager to return. And when his tongue mingled its way inside your mouth, you put up no fight to deny him entrance; instead parting your lips so his wet muscle could explore your mouth. 

You were too engrossed with the kiss, busy remembering the taste of his lips to notice him repositioning himself. Before, his arms caged your frame, making it impossible for you to get out of what’s to come. Now, Baji shifted so he was being supported by just one arm, while his now free hand allowed him to explore other parts. 

Your eyes shot wide open when you felt his fingers lightly graze your naked thigh. Baji’s light, almost shy touches send waves of anticipation to your pussy. Even though you wanted him to trail his calloused fingers upwards along your thigh to your throbbing clit, even though you wanted to feel him pushing his digits inside your pussy, you knew that he wouldn’t do any of that unless you give him the go ahead. 

Baji felt your growing hesitancy and pulled away from the kiss. Open mouthed, the raven haired man pushed himself away from your lips, only a string of saliva connecting your lips to his before it broke. Labored breaths left his lips as he watched you lay underneath him, his hand still on your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” His voice smooth and deep like fine wine, he asked. His eyes never left your face, trying to figure out your thoughts and his next actions. You chew on your lips as you were confronted with two possibilities: slow down or tell him exactly what you want from him. Somehow, the decision didn’t seem so hard to make. 

So you held his gaze and smiled as your hands took hold of his belt.

“Nothing” You whispered, unbuckling his belt as you felt his fingers still caressing your thigh “You don’t have to worry about me. I want this, I want you.”

“Yeah?” The seriousness in his face melts into a light grin. Baji*s lips met your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as his fingers inch closer to your pajama shorts “How badly do you want me?”

You let out a content hum “I’d say I want you almost as badly as you want me”

The man let out a snort as he heard your bold claim. Still, he didn’t stop his gentle assault on your neck “Ah, I doubt it.” Baji murmured, his fingers finally having hooked under the waistband of the pajama shorts before he tugged them down “Baby, that’s a hell of an assumption you’re making. I don’t want you” Baji let out a ragged breath as he finally pulled your shorts down “I need you”

Baji’s skilled fingers immediately traced your outer lips in a slow, teasing way before he dipped one finger inside your pussy.

“Look at you, you’re soaked” Baji grinned as he pushed his finger deeper inside, placing tender kisses on your cheek “Tell me when it gets too much, yeah?” 

Softly pumping his finger in and out, Baji was careful to be slow and gentle with you. The man was in no rush, so he took his time riling you up. A fortunate graze against your velvety walls left you moaning and shuddering, letting Baji know he’s found the spot he was looking for. 

“Feels good, baby?” your lover asked lowly, eyes trained on your face to detect any signs of discomfort. However, to his delight, he didn’t see any at all: instead his eyes were graced with you, sweaty, panting and eyes half lidded, and fuck does he feel get himself harder by just looking at your lust drunken state.

“Hng, never felt this good” you managed to whimper out. A satisfied chuckle left Baji’s lips.

“Yeah? Gonna make you feel so so good” The usually rough man leaned closer and began to gently kiss and bite the shell of your ear “I’m gonna have to add another finger. Gotta stretch you out nicely for me. You ok with that, right?”

Your pussy fluttered at the thought of getting stretched out by him. So you nodded your head and begged him to add more fingers “Yes, please. Wanna feel more of you” you whimpered as you felt his second finger, his middle finger, ease inside your fluttering hole. Once fully inside, Baji didn’t waste time,switching between curling and pumping his digits. 

Your pussy swallowed his fingers. If it was with anyone else, you’d feel sheer embarrassment from the squelching sounds and your arousal practically coating his whole hand, his leg and the blanket under you, but you didn’t. Not with your beloved Baji, the only man that could make you forget shame and focus on feeling good.

His free hand sneaked under your pajama shirt, playing with your erect nipple while his fingers worked you towards your orgasm. Your moans were music to his ears, but the way you eagerly sucked his digits in made him wanna hear the sounds you’d make when you’re cumming. While he was still knuckle deep inside, Baji’s thumb began drawing tight circles on your throbbing clit. 

Your moans grew more frantic, the pleasure overwhelming all of your senses. Buckling your hips into his hand, you chased after your orgasm. And before you knew it, the coil inside your tummy bursted, sending waves of pleasure all across your body. A strangled moan left your lips as your orgasm washed over you. 

After he’s helped you come down from your high, Baji pulled his fingers out of your still twitching hole with a satisfied grin on his lips. 

“Felt good?”

“Felt amazing” You hummed, watching him as he licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste “Do I taste that good?” 

“Mhhh, why don’t you see for yourself?” 

With that, Baji crashed his lips against yours. You didn’t resist when you felt his tongue on your bottom lip, allowing him entrance. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, allowing you to taste your own juices. Baji’s hand moved away from your nipple, instead grabbing onto the hem of your shirt. The ravenette pulled away from the kiss. Your head was spinning from the lack of air but you missed his lips on yours already. 

You understood what he wanted and pulled your pajama shirt over your head and threw it away, not caring where it landed as long as he was still on top of you. Baji’s eyes drank in the sight of you, bare and needy for him. Calloused hands gently kneaded your moundsas he placed a hot kiss on your lips.

“‘s that all for me?”Baji groaned against your lips “Gosh, you’re so damn pretty, you know that?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you’d tell me so more often” chuckling, you returned the yearning kiss, moaning softly from his touch.

“Yeah? I’m gonna tell you every day” Baji’s kissed your neck downwards “gonna remind you every day how perfect you are for me” 

His lips soon found your bare breasts, sucking and biting on your soft flesh. Baji carefully cupped your tits in his big hands before his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. Desire pooled between your thighs again. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. 

A small giggle left your lips. Your fingers combed his silky black hair away from his face, tucking his locks against his ears “I’m perfect for you? And they say love is dead”

You felt him gently bite your sensitive bud, grazing the hardened bud with his sharp canines before he let go. “In every way possible, yes. You are perfect for me” Baji mumbled against your chest. 

Your heart fluttered at his declaration. Somehow, this rough, impulsive man managed to make you putty in his hands. And you knew you were in it too deep because you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your hands sneaked away from his hair, traveling between your hot bodies and stopping at his pants. His bulge was still firmly pressed against your thigh and you wanted to free his dick from its confines. 

“Can I?” You asked sweetly, fingers gripping his belt, waiting for Baji to give the green light. Of course he would allow you. 

Baji lifted his head from your chest, a cheeky smirk on his lips as he heard your request “I don’t know” He mused “Can you?” and before you could pout or tell him off, he quickly added “Go ahead. Been waiting too long to have you already”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Swiftly, you undid his belt and tugged his pants and underwear lower. Baji helped you in getting rid of his remaining clothes. The ravenette readjusted his position and lifted himself up before discarding pants and shorts to a random corner of your living room. 

Finally, no barriers, no layers between you and him. You wanted to feel him, badly.  Not being able to think properly, your hand wandered lower, tracing along his abs to his pelvis before you firmly took hold of his dick. Baji shuddered at your touch. Your fingertips barely touched as you wrapped your hand around his girthy cock. The stretch is gonna be deliciously painful. Your mouth watered at the thought of it. 

Deep moans bubbled out of the ravenette’s lips, his eyes pressed shut at the feeling of your hand pumping him. Your hand stroked him with vigor, touching his cock from base to his leaking tip. God, you wished you could lick up all of his precum, but you knew there would be another time for sucking him off. Right now, playing with his pretty red tip and smearing his pre all over his tip would have to do.

However, he didn’t let you stroke him for too long “Baby, I’m not gonna last long if you keep on stroking me like that” Baji groaned “Wanna fuck you nice and slow” The raven haired man nestled his face into your neck, kissing the bite marks he gave you earlier.

“That is, if you let me” he moaned lightly as your hand stopped stroking him, retreating as he had requested “You sure you wanna do this?” your lover inquired. Despite his genuine concern, you saw the spark of desire in his brown, half lidded eyes, ready to be unleashed. You firmly nodded your head, unwilling to deny him or yourself of the intimacy the two of you craved for so long. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you, here and right now” 

That was all he needed. Baji wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly guided the tip inside your clenching hole. Moans and whimpers bounced off the walls of your living room as Baji slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside you. The stretch was overwhelming your senses; tears formed on your lower lash both from pain and pleasure. 

Your lover stopped pushing himself inside you, instead his hand wiped away the single tear that escaped your eyes. 

“You ok?” the raven haired man asked in a soft and worried tone. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you could perfectly envision his furrowed brows and the concerned look in his eyes. Wiping away the tears, your predictions proved to be right. You knew him well, after all. 

“‘m ok, it’s just a lot” Baji caressed your warm cheek and you leaned into it instinctively “You can move now. I don’t want you to stop until you’re fully inside”

The tension left his face as soon as you gave him the go ahead. Baji’s hand never left your face while he pushed every inch inside your pussy, caressing it lightly and soothing you. How sweet of him. 

Once he bottomed out, Baji waited until you’ve adjusted to his size. He didn’t have a reputation of being patient, and although your walls clung to his dick so deliciously it drove him wild, Baji didn’t dare move until he knew it was fine for him to move. Oh the things he does for love.

You on the other hand weren’t feeling patient. You tried moving your hips against his but failed miserably when you didn’t feel the friction you were hoping for. Amused by your desperation, Baji watched your attempts at humping his cock with a wolfish grin. 

“And here I thought I was being a gentleman for being patient” He laughed heartily “That’s not gonna get you off baby. Lay back and let me make you feel real good, alright?” 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, relaxing underneath him and letting him take control “You know, that does sound nice” your sentence got cut short by the sudden snap of his hips. Baji set a slow, comfortable pace. Not too fast to overwhelm you too soon, but also not too slow to bore you. Perfect for love making. 

Your moans and his grunts along with the soft squeaking noises of the couch bounced off the walls of your living room. His sweat drenched body collided with yours over and over again, his cockhead occasionally hitting your g-spot. He’d feel the way you’d clench harder around him, the way your eyes would roll back and the louder whimpers leaving your lips when he’d hit the right spots. Baji was a very perceptive man, paying close attention to the movements that would entice such reactions and recreating them. 

He angles his dick, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Baji’s efforts paid off, the sweet moans growing more frantic and your velvety walls clenching around his dick so deliciously were his rewards. 

“You know, you look so damn pretty all worked up” Baji mused, giving your lips a yearning peck “But I need to see how pretty you look when you cum on my cock” With that, your lover supported his weight with only one arm while the other relaxed, hand sneaking between your bodies and playing with your overstimulated clit. 

You felt a tight knot building up in your stomach as Baji continued to fuck into you. His pace picked up, his fingers not leaving your clit until you’d come undone for him. All thoughts have left your head and you weren’t able to form a coherent sentence at this point. You felt so overwhelmed; the way he sunk himself inside you at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot with his cockhead, the way his fingers drew tight circles on your sensitive puffy bud, the way his body pressed against yours, the way his face contorted in pleasure, the way that despite him chasing after his release Baji made it a priority to make you cum too, the way your name left his lips like a prayer. It made the tight knot burst.

You cried out his name as you came undone on his dick, just like he wanted you to. You arched your back as the wave of pleasure washed over you, legs shaking at how hard you came. 

Baji couldn’t get enough of your fucked out face. His fingers stopped their assault on your spent clit, instead gripping your hip lightly. His movements stuttered, his own orgasm building up. Your walls clenched around him so tightly, begging to be filled up with his cum. With one last strong thrust, Baji emptied himself inside of you, feeling the warm embrace of your velvety walls milking him dry for all he’s worth. 

Your lover collapsed on top of you, spent from the physical and emotional release. Baji buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed your tender skin while your fingers raked through his long raven hair. 

“I love you so damn much” He mumbled in between kisses “And I love being able to tell you that I love you. I love that you’re officially mine”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks at his admission of love. Despite laying naked under him, hearing Baji say that he loves you never fails to make you feel like you were on fire. 

You chuckled, feeling butterflies in your stomach “Officially yours? When did you ask me?”

A deep chuckle rumbled through him as you teased him “Don’t be like that. You didn’t mind when you were screaming out my name not even 10 minutes ago” Baji lifted his face from your neck, a sly smirk adorning his handsome features “You’re mine, and I’m yours” he ended with a sweet kiss on your lips. You held his face and kissed him back, feeling warmth spread all over your body as he stated his claim over you. 

The ravenette pulled away from the kiss and gently caressed your cheek “You know, I was also absolutely right about you looking beautiful when you come all over me” You wanted to scoff and tease him, but the soft, adoring look in his eyes made you reconsider. No traces of teasing. Baji really meant it. 

Instead, you collected yourself and asked “So, you said you’ll stay over, right?” The way you’ve said it sounded so soft to him, he too didn’t have the heart to tease you for the remainder of the night. 

“Mhm, gonna stay the night” Baji placed a small kiss on your forehead “Come, I’ll carry you to your bed”

[hoshigray]

Sweet Blind Summer Fling ༄ S. Gojo

"Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!?"

A/n: Alright, y'all, it's time for the second entry for my summer series!! Not gonna lie, it was fun to write as it's my first time writing for Gojo. I think I did a decent job capturing his character in my style, but you will be the judge of that. This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I was overwhelmed (had 1 hour of sleep) and dropped something else. But we're good to go now! :) And fyi: there's a bonus scene at the end that sets up the next story as they are connected. Any spelling/grammar errors will be dealt with tomorrow.

Also, guest appearances from my lovely mooties (@cu7ie // @kazushawty // @etherealxmaya // @hqkalon // @yourrfavzxri // @neptunes1nterweb) because I felt like it, lol. Hope this puts a smile on their faces if they see this :3

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - praise - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh).

Wc: 6.9k (7.4k with the bonus scene...never say I don't do anything for y'all)

Dear Diary...I once again have come to you with more thoughts that cloud my personal judgment. I did not think you'd be of use to me again. But after what happened last night, it's worth having you in front of me and a pen in my hand again once more...

After finishing your finals, summer break has finally welcomed you with open arms. Two semesters of painful studying and sleepless nights have been long forgotten since you turned in your last in-person exam! You've started working at an internship that you've been dying to get, enjoying the new things you're learning from experienced colleagues, and finding love in the field you've grown and studied for this entire time.

In addition, you also have all the time in the world to hang out with your best friends — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara! Just last weekend, you four hung out at this new sports bar that recently opened and had the most fun experience! Yuuji made new friends with people at the bar who kept buying him drinks; Megumi had to begrudgingly watch over the salmon-haired other to ensure he didn't croak from alcohol poisoning, and you and Nobara took sweet pictures together for your summer album.

It's been a great summer so far. There has been nothing that could bring you down from enjoying this season in the best way you can. Absolutely nothing that could throw you off your summer grove!

However, that's what you initially thought. Because why else would you be in some random hotel room writing in your diary.

To get the full context, I'll take you back to the night I and the gang left the sports bar. We spent the night at Yuuji's as he and Nobara tried to sober up...

It was a chill evening in your friend's place, you and the other three in the living room chatting with the television on low to not disrupt his sleeping grandfather. Yuuji was sobering up by eating bread and drinking water, Megumi was on the couch reading something on his phone, and you were arguing with Nobara.

The auburn-haired other points to you with her index, holding a glass of water. "I told ya, you lost the bet!"

"How!? You literally cheated!" You push her finger out of the way as you two giggle at your complaints. "You kicked Yuuji in the shin to distract him, and I didn't even know I was a part of the damn thing!"

Now your pink-haired friend jumped to say words of his own. "That was foul with what you did; I should've fallen to the floor and acted like I was really hurt. Have you paying my medical bills."

"Blah, blah, blah, sounds like a losers' pleas to me." Nobora rolls her eyes while you and Yuuji glare at her. "And you! You didn't say you were out of the game, unlike Megumi. I said, and I quote: 'When the wings touch the table, the bet is on,' and guess what? By the time the wings got here, I didn't hear a single peep out of you saying you forfeited from the challenge! Once you picked up a single wing, your ass was set in stone!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you annoying bitch..." you groan in your hands as the woman maniacally barks her laughs. "Alright, fine, I ate the shortest portion of wings. Therefore, I, Y/n L/n, declare myself the loser to this fuckery of a challenge. So, Queen Cheater," Nobara snickers to herself at the title you've given her. "What is my punishment?"

You should've known by the evil twinge of your friend's lip that the punishment would be absurd. "I, Queen Cheater," she takes a confident swig of her water before sealing your fate. The words she says next shake to your core, and the decline of your dignity hits you like a bullet train. "...Hereby dare you, the loser, to make an online dating account and find thyself a blind date!"

Your disapproval fell on deaf ears, forcing you to resentfully grab your phone and download a dating app. To make matters worse, you had to make the account with your friends watching (minus Megumi, who still wanted no part in what you all were doing). Once you were done setting up your profile, the three of you looked to the screen to look at the other users, who were also on a quest to find a sense of courtship.

The past thirty minutes have been spent looking at all the users around the area, swiping left and right for those who did and didn't pique your interest.

Todo Aoi (22) "I like 'em tall, with a FAT ASS. If you don't fit the criteria, it's gonna be hard to convince me."

Oh, brother.

Sol (18) "Don't know about a long-term relationship, but we can be chill if ya wanna be friends! :D"

Seems nice. Maybe a chat wouldn't hurt.

Mei Mei (36) Don't ever expect me to pay for the first date or any date. Will you see me again depends on what you have in your savings. ♡

Alright, I appreciate the honesty. But nope.

Karma (20) "Tbh I'm secretly married to my four wives: Hoshi, Maya, Sae, and Zari. But if you look like or are Toji Fushiguro, hit my DMs pronto!! Shhhh, don't tell Hoshi tho, she might divorce me :P"

Okay then—Wait, isn't that Megumi's dad??

Hoshi (20s) Don't listen to Karma. We are very much divorced, and my heart belongs to my one and only: Toji Fushiguro :/

Alrighty then...

Sapphire (19) "Call me MLK, cuz I had a dream about us 🫦"

Fucking no!

Frustration keens in through a heavy sigh. Usually, you'd be happy knowing you can't seem to find a match; however, for this situation, Nobara Kugisaki will not let you off the hook until there's someone worthy of the swipe of invitation. You groan in exhaustion, throwing your head back onto the couch behind you.

With no luck, you decided to call it a night and try again later. So you called an Uber, took yourself home after saying goodbyes to your friends, and reluctantly promised Nobara you'd let her know if you'd get a blind date. With a nice shower and some comfortable PJs, you're now lying comfortably on your bed and looking through all the pictures you took tonight. Then, for some reason, you had the urge to go back on the dating app to look through more users to match up with. Probably because you'd prefer to get this bet out of the way now than later. Regardless of the justification, you spend about twenty minutes swiping and reading through many other people's profiles, and — just like before — not many people catch your eye.

That holds true until you stumble upon a name and description that sparks your curiosity.

Satoru Gojo (old enough to be irresistible; 31) "I was made perfect, I can do everything perfectly, but I want us to be perfect together (･ω<;)☆"

It might've been the use of the emoticon or the confidence that seeped out based on the tiny description. Whatever the case, you stayed on the user's profile for quite a while longer than the others. Even going far as to read his profile thoroughly: knowing what his likes and dislikes are, his height, a fan of Digimon, and so on.

And you contemplated whether or not to swipe him to the side of approval, but you made up your mind after a few minutes of inner discourse. It's not like I'll match up with him immediately. So, you gave him the go and continued on with your search.

Although, that was short-lived because what happened next surprised you to the point that sleep no longer claimed over you.

"Contratz! You've successfully matched with Satoru Gojo!"

Wait, what!!??

You were utterly perplexed by the pop-up showing up on your phone screen. There's no way this was happening, all under the same night, too! And what surprised you the most was the fact that he was awake as well, sending you the first message:

gogojojo: Hey!

Oh, fucking shit. Your body tenses at the greeting, reading his username and message repeatedly. Quickly, you take a few deep breaths to ease yourself before doing something stupid. You answer him with a salutation of your own:

y/ndontwannabehere: Hi there!

gogojojo: A night owl too, huh? Couldn't sleep?

y/ndontwannabehere: Yeah, was just on my phone for a bit, until I saw your message.

gogojojo: Lucky me! I was surprised to have you as a match, I saw your profile about an hour ago.

y/ndontwannabehere: I'm also surprised as well, you're one of the few people who I seemed interested in.

gogojojo: Well, I'm flattered :D Now that you got my attention, what would you like to know about me?

y/ndontwannabehere: Okay...it says you're six-foot-three, how's that like?

gogojojo: I may be six-foot-three, but I'd like to be six feet under you ;3

y/ndontwannabehere: ......

......I regret giving this dude a chance.

Because of the terrible pick-up line, you closed off the app and turned off your phone to switch the lights off and go to sleep. However, another text sends your phone vibrating on the dresser's surface.

gogojojo: Woooow, not even a pity laugh? :/

You shake your head at the notification, but a smile creeps up when you open your phone and tap on the keys to message back.

y/ndontwannabehere: nope, that sucked ass.

gogojojo: Hey now!! >:T you can't say it's ass if it did what it was supposed to do

y/ndontwannabehere: and what's that?

gogojojo: got you here talking with me ヾ(●ε●)ノ

His message makes your smile broader, and you spend the rest of the night talking to Gojo.

It continues for two more weeks, sharing pieces of info about yourselves while rolling your eyes at his annoying jokes and pick-up lines. But for the most part, you enjoy your talks with the stranger on the other side of your screen.

And it all goes swell until he drops this:

gogojojo: Hey! Wanna go on a date with me this weekend?

You were lying on your bed watching Netflix, and you almost choked on your dinner when the message popped up. So in tune with the back-and-forth between you and Gojo that you had forgotten why you made an online dating account in the first place! You grab for your phone to reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: you're serious?!

gogojojo: yeah! I mean, you and I've been talking for a while, I'm kinda into you, plus we could meet up somewhere close. Besides, I would like to see you, and I know you're dying to see me too :)

y/ndontwannabehere: And what makes you think I'd DIE just to see you?

gogojojo: Because why would you not~? You'd be surprised by how many people I've had fallen head-over-heels for me~

y/ndontwannabehere: well, guess I'll be the first one to not be >:3

gogojojo: HUH!!?? Don't say that, I'll cry

y/ndontwannabehere: LMAO grown ass man crying over rejection

gogojojo: Rejection hurts, and I have a weak heart!! :'000

y/ndontwannabehere: Liar.

gogojojo: ANYWAYS! You up for a date?

And that's how you started dressing yourself up on a Friday afternoon, fixing yourself up in front of your bedroom mirror. Checking your phone periodically for Gojo to tell you when he's in front of your home.

You already texted Nobara that you got a blind date, to which she praised you with monumental amounts of supportive text messages and emojis and a text stating she'll throttle you if you don't tell her all about it. It was humorous: you created the online dating account because of a stupid bet for a random date — and now that it was here, you didn't know how to feel. You can't say when was the last time you ever went out with someone, let alone on a blind date! Anxiousness shadows you about the whole thing, but after chatting and getting to know a little bit of Gojo, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a date.

After all, the guy seems likable and fun to hang out with based on your interactions. Plus, it's only a date. That's all it is. Absolutely nothing attached in any shape or form.

Thoughts grind to a halt when you hear your phone vibrating on your dresser, a text from Gojo.

gogojojo: I'm here~~~ Ready to fall madly in love with me? :3

Your heart skips a beat at the message, biting the bottom of your lip in nervousness. You send him a reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: Nah, ready to barf right in front of your face :P

gogojojo: Such a rude person :/ Get your butt out here

You giggle before shutting off your phone and grabbing your bag with all your necessary items. Before you leave, you look in the mirror one last time, using this moment to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. The day has come; you're about to go on a date. No going back now, and I can finally put this dumb bet to rest!

You open your front door and enter outside, the summer heat crawling on your legs from your cute jean shorts and your shoulders excluded from the cream-white cami top. You see a black car — a black 2018 BMW XI — parked right on the street, windows tinted to hide the face you're looking for. But when you draw closer to the vehicle, the passenger side window slides down, and you finally meet him.

The man of the hour himself, the man you've been talking with for two weeks straight, and the man you were about to experience a complete mess of a date with: Satoru Gojo.

"Hey there," his voice was chipper and friendly; his texting style matched his speech. From the window, you can interpret his outfit: a blue flannel shirt covering his white Tee and black jeans with a silver chain emanating from his belt. His eyes were blocked by dark circle sunglasses, making it hard to decipher the color. But his snow-white hair was the first thing that caught your eye, contrasting with the black interior of his car. "Y/n, right?"

You smile at your name. "Correct, Mr. Gogojojo."

He snickers at the use of his username. "You look cute, and I know you like what you see since you were eyeballing me up and down."

"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes before opening the passenger door, putting your bag between your legs as you sit down. While putting on your seatbelt, you can feel the bass subtlety vibrate within the car, and the music was...What the fuck? You look at the front integrated head unit on the dashboard and see what artist the man is listening to. "...You listen to Zack Fox?"

"Yeah, I was listening to his songs on my way here! You know his song Marinate?" And before you could answer, the white-haired man sang along to the lyrics. To your perplexity, you just watch him rap along with the artist and the outlandish lyrics. And he just keeps going until the transition to the second verse. "Funny, right?"

"You know," you shake your head at Gojo, whose grin goes wider. "I was about to fall for you until you started rapping the lyrics."

"Whaaaat, he's a comedian, it's meant to be funny!"

"Whatever. Let's just hurry and get this date over with."

"Oh, sounds like someone's ready to be wined and dined by me." He starts the car and shifts between gears. "Don't rush things, princess. Good things come to those who wait."

"Just drive!"

Gojo laughs at your complaints as he drives off on the street. You playfully groan to yourself at your date's antics, looking out to the window to watch your surroundings move past your line of sight.

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"Ever since high school, I would eat a pack of gummies anytime I was doing homework because it stimulates my brain and helps me focus. So by the time college came around, I got so used to eating sweets that I naturally started liking them." Gojo took a sip of his milkshake. "But then, when my best friend and I went to our first house party, I had my first drink. And, Y/n."

"Oh God, what?"

"The taste was so bad that I tried downing it all in one chug. Well, that came back to bite my ass — and my best friend got the worst of it."

"Gojo, what did you do?"

"He was sitting down on a couch talking to someone, and I was behind the couch feeling all squeamish. So, before I could stop myself, I barfed on his hair!"

"Oh, my God, No!!" And the two of you roar in laughter and bang on the booth table you were sitting at.

The date was at an old, vibrant diner in the city where Gojo is a regular customer; the cozy and welcoming atmosphere had you erase any anxious feelings about this date and feel a little more confident. You and Gojo took things slow, you talking about your summer internship and him of his job as a high school teacher.

The conversation started the topic of summer break came to play, prompting you to talk more about yourself and your friends. That flipped the switch entirely as you became more open about your friends and their goofiness. And as a goofy man, Gojo was intrigued with your stories and had him reminiscent of memories from his youth. Although, you've come to find out that Gojo takes his playful nature to a whole other level, and it's been having you two laugh about said foolishness for the past hour.

"The funny thing is, right, he was talking to this sophomore girl that was eyeing him up the whole time we were there," Gojo says through wheezes. "And he was finally talking to this chick, and she was really getting into him. I didn't mean to intrude on his parade or anything, but as my best friend, you're supposed to help me through thick and thin. I was going to ask if it was okay if I headed to the dorm alone while he stayed at this party. And then, vomit happened."

"Ewww, you terrible friend!" You try to eat a fry from your meal, but your giggles make dining difficult. "No wonder he pranked you with a weed brownie."

"Jokes on him; I still nailed my presentation for my exam. I don't remember saying anything I said, but I take pride in whatever I did to get that A." He takes a big bite of his burger and swallows before saying more. "And I started seeing the sophomore girl he talked to afterward, so checkmate."

You gasp at the information and throw a piece of your food at him, which he effortlessly catches with his hand and eats. "You petty bastard! I'm on your friend's side all the way."

"No regrets!" He hits you with his annoying chuckle that has you smiling hard, and the light above your table makes his dark sunglasses shine chicly.

"Oh, yeah?" You inquire. "I bet I could make you regret it."

The man on the other side of the booth scoffs. "Is that so? And how are you gonna do that, my pretty princess?"

You didn't think he'd buy your bluff. So, the truth is, you had no idea of how'd you punish the snow-haired man. Looking around the diner, you scope for anything that sparks a concept. You then turn to his side and notice a booth at the far end. A woman was laughing with her friends and sipping on a cocktail, making a slightly sour face after taking a drink.

And then it hits, along with a sneer, and you peer back to your date.

"You don't like alcohol, right?" He quirks up a brow at your question. "How many times have you had a drink in your life?"

"Three or four."

"Well then, I dare you to drink three or four cocktails. No milkshake or water to help you get through. Just the ice cubes in the drink."

White brows furrow, and even if the shades block them from your interpretation, you can tell Gojo is studying your face in deep thought with your so-called punishment. Ten seconds go by before he scoffs again. "I'll take up on that. On one condition," he leans back on the booth seat. "You have to take the drinks with me as well."

Now it's your turn to raise a brow and think about his words. "You're paying for the drinks."

"Done deal." He pulls his hand outward to you, initiating a handshake to set the seal in stone before continuing on with this game of yours. You happily shake his hand, commencing the punishment to officially start.

One cocktail was a breeze for you but a bit of a doozy for Gojo to stomach; you had to warn him that if he barfed on you, you'd ditch him and block him for life. Two cocktails in is when you begin feeling tingly. Your date was going through it halfway into the glass, so you had to compromise that a glass of water was needed for him.

Three cocktails in, and you undoubtedly feel the alcohol hit you behind its sweet and tangy facade. You can hardly look at the drink, same with Gojo. You two look at each other and shake your heads in disagreement, pushing the glasses to the side and groaning with your now-drunk selves.

Gojo is the first to say something. "As far as disciplines go, that was, without a doubt, one of the worst things I've had to endure."

You giggle. "Honestly. But I—hic! Excuse me. I bet you're regretting throwing up on your friend's hair now. I did it for his sake, after all."

He only looks at you through his glasses. He then gets up from his side of the booth and walks to yours, and you scoot over to let him have a seat. "Nah, don't regret it one bit. Because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have you over here laughing and suffering in alcohol with me about it." He maneuvers his hand to rest on your shoulder, and you allow him to move closer to you. "Wouldn't be spending this fun evening with you."

Your eyes hesitantly venture up to his face, welcoming you to the tension that builds up with the lighting and soft music of the diner. His hand rubs on your shoulder in a comforting manner, a gesture you take note of even under the influence. "You know, since you're enjoying having me and all, don't you think I should have a reward for doing your punishment with you."

"And what reward do you have in mind?"

"Can I see them?" You use a finger to motion your own pair of eyes, resulting in the snow-haired man in a short chuckle. But he doesn't argue with you and uses his free hand to remove his shades.

Icy blue is the first thing that comes to mind when you look at his eyes. His orbs are a rarity to the usual crowd, yet they go perfectly with his peachy complexion and pale hair. His orbs hooded and honed in on your figure, appearing soft because of the slight rosy shade of pink on his cheeks. You take in every single feature of his face before speaking.

"Well, I'm starting to see why so many people fall for you, Mr. Gojo." Your face goes hot with the sudden confidence that sneaks within you, yet you continue. "You're very attractive."

He chortles at your comment. "Thanks, dollface. But I don't think it's fair that you only get a reward from me. After all, I almost drowned in alcohol."

You hum. "Fair enough. What would you like?"

His face doesn't change with the following sentence he utters, but you take note of the slight squeeze on your shoulder. "A kiss from the princess would sure warm my heart."

Brows draw upward and breath hitches. A kiss? On the first date? On a blind date?

You don't know what possessed you to do this — it might have been the cocktails. But you incline your face to his and move forwards, your plump lips land on his soft ones for a simple kiss. And with the low hum of his voice, you place another. And another.

When you remove yourself from him, his eyes open to meet yours. A smile gets broader, and so does yours. "You taste sweet," you say.

"So do you." His fingers toy with the strap of your cami top. "Kinda want to kiss you more. And, you know, do a little more, only if you're up for it."

You give him a look. "I believe I just gave you a reward after receiving yours."

"I know, I know," he raises his other hand defensively, but he doesn't remove his smirk. "That's why it's up to you."

You only look at him as he waits for your answer. You already kissed the man; what more is supposed to happen on a blind date? Thoughts on what to do are carefully calculated in your mind, remembering the reason why you're even on this date in the first place. Without Nobara's stupid bet, none of this would be conspiring. Yet simultaneously, it's not like you were having a terrible time. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not once did you feel uncomfortable around Gojo's presence or feel the need to call off the date. Just enjoying his company and character that attracts you to him more. Even if it means spending the entire night with him.

I'm already deep into this night. What's the use of stopping now.

"So?" Your eyes peer up and down on his figure. "What does 'a little more' entail?"

One moment you and Gojo were enjoying each other's company at a diner, then the date was moved to a different location the next. Now you and the white-haired man are in a cozy hotel nearby. You expressed your worries about Gojo driving you two to the new spot as he still had alcohol in his system. But your complaints fell on deaf ears as he persuaded you into trusting him ("Don't worry, it's like three streets away! Plus, it's almost midnight. No one's on the street." "If you crash us into a pole or something, don't ever ask to talk to me again." "Duly noted~" )

The two of you got yourself into a small hotel room. Soft lighting from the lamps bathes nude bodies lying on the comfortable queen-sized. You mount on top of Gojo, a makeout session warming the two of you up with the exchange of body heat. Sucking and biting each other's lips, his big hand at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and the grind of your hips on his firm erection makes the throbbing sensation between your legs flourish with your slick painting him.

His kisses trail down to your neck, and you allow him to venture below your clavicle. Pillowy lips pepper your chest and eventually find your breasts, taking a hardened nipple into his warm mouth.

A sharp cry exits your mouth when Gojo lightly teases your nipple with his teeth. "Mmmm! G-Gojo, pleaseee, I want it," your words come out in whimpers, your body quivering as your cunt brushes against his erect cock shielded by a rubber.

"Is that so, dollface?" He coos at your pleas, his hand running up and down the cusp of your ass and slender fingers teasing your aching entrance every time they draw nearer. "Then go on, ride on my dick like you want to."

His permission has your face go hot, but you station your hands on his chest to propel you upwards, admiring the view of him below you for a moment before lifting your ass. He moves his hands behind his head to relax, signaling you to do the work yourself and at your own pace. And with that, you do.

Your bottom raises until you position the tip of his shaft on the squish lips of your folds. Your breath hitches at the contact of his glans. His smooth voice coaxes you. "Relax, sweet thing. Take your time." You take a few moments to even your breathing and mentally prep you for your following actions. Hips gradually go down and push the cockhead further between your folds. Entry is prompted through the pain with every breath, and a sharp gasp lets you know that his girth finally enters you. And Gojo moans as well.

"Hmmm, that's it." He comments sweetly, his blue orbs tracing the union of your sexes. His hands now snake to your hips, and he throws his head back on the pillow under him. "Ready when you are, princess."

When you're ready, you move your hips downward to take in more of his member, the size of him widening your folds to accommodate the foreign limb intruding inside your vulva. His curve nudging your inner walls has your legs quake, and you concentrate on not being hasty and taking his cock all in one go. So once you finally meet the base, you exhale shaky and use a few seconds for your body to adjust.

Knowing you have the reins, you start to move. You start off with a slow speed, letting the feeling of his dick rub your walls in a steady position. Your whining is muffled with the bite of your lip, but not the man below you. He proudly expresses his pleasure in his moans, the hold on your hips getting tighter.

"Haaahhh, so good and tight," Gojo purrs, egging you to dial up your tempo. He notices you biting the bottom of your lip, and he chuckles. "Come on, baby. I wanna hear that cute voice of yours. Lemme hear it all." He then surprises you with a sudden thrust, evoking a choked cry from puffy lips.

You get the memo then and just let the pornographic noises fly, every moan getting higher and louder with the pace of your hips. His length drilling within you with each intake, and you lean forward for your clitoris to stimulate with the friction, causing you to jerk. You can't tell if it's because of the sex or the cocktails from hours ago making your nerves so sensitive and tender. But in any case, it makes you feel so good right now.

And when you lean back, the feeling gets even more ecstatic, resulting in more mewls from you. His dick goes even further than before, grazing your sweet spots and walls with precision with your increased speed. You swerve your hips in circles, having the man groan. To counter, his hand snakes down to your clitoris to play and pinch on, and you scream.

"Ahhhnn! Haaaah, Gojo! It feels so," the sounds of your ass smacking on his things are now apparent to the ears. The raunchy squelching noises of your cunt embarrass you; however, you can't deny the grip your cunt has on his cock with every rock. Your mind slowly descends into a dreamy haze. "Nnnmph!! Feels too goood, wanna commme..."

He opens his eyes to look at you; the erotic display of your nude body bouncing on his shaft turns him on even more. "Yeah, wanna come with me?" You nod lazily, earning another chortle from the man beneath you. "Alright, stay still for me."

It takes you aback when he suddenly moves up from the bed, sitting with his legs crossed under your ass and his handsome face too close to yours. You instinctively avert your gaze away from the frosty-headed other, bashfully turning your face to the side. It amuses him, guiding your face back to him with his hand. "Hehe, don't be scared of me, angel. I wanna see that beautiful face of yours."

Again, you can't tell whether or not it's the effect of the alcohol, but your face and ears go uncomfortably hot at his compliments. And now that his face is so close to yours, you can clearly take in his features. His sky-blue eyes were extremely fixated with yours, softly hooded with the flutter of his snow eyelids and in contrast with his rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat. What is with this beautiful motherfucker?! "Stop flirting with me in the middle of this..."

He laughs at your sheepishness, kissing your cheek. "Flirting with you is what got you here in the first place, baby. Now," his hands slither down your ass, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. "I'm gonna start moving — get ready."

He waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck and lift yourself from his legs before he begins moving his pelvis. The rash jabs of his cock leave you gasping for air and clasping around him. He hisses to your ear with his arms now wrapped around your back as he brings up the rhythm of his hips. You're now forced to bounce onto his crossed legs, his dick scraping your insides deliciously so that you can't think properly.

It's now that everything feels better than before; his member now achieving deeper penetration to the point of hitting your G-spot accurately with the underside of him. You no longer try to suppress the sounds leaving your lips, your wails bringing life to the hotel room. And Gojo's moans get louder and louder when your legs slither around him, and your ass matches the climbing cadence.

"Oooooh, fuck, Gojo! Shit, shit—Mmaah!!" With every rut to your cunt, you can feel the pounding of your head get louder and louder. "Oh, Christ, it feels tew good, so gooood...!!"

"Hnngh, mmmnph!!" Gojo groans at the pleasure, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. His eyes survey your certified expression caused by his touch. He chuckles, "You look so cute jumping on my cock like this. Such a pretty angel."

Timid by his words, you shift your face onto his shoulder to shield away from his line of sight. "Haaaah, stop saying stuff like that—Ahhhhhnnn!!"

You shriek when two fingers come down to your clitoris, the digits swiping and pinching the tender bud. "Hiding away from me again, huh, dollface?" He continues to mess with your clit ensuing in choked mewls and tears streaming down your face, and his hips increase in speed.

Your brain is a mushy mess, fighting the right to form coherent sentences. His fingers go at a hurried pace, abusing your clit. You're so close. Almost there. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Go-Gojo, pleaseee, I'm gonna cum—Hmmm!! Ahhaaaaaa!!!"

The peak hits you hard like a train, your body shaking uncontrollably on Gojo and his cock, the walls of your cunt fluttering beautifully on his length. And the contraction pushes him to release, his essence captured in the condom to prevent a spill.

Pants and groans fill the hot space between you two, and Gojo kisses your shoulder as the shockwaves die down with every passing second. A wave of calm covers your body while exhaustion crawls up your spine. You lift your head from his shoulder, and he's met with the most beautiful dazed expression he's ever seen.

"Heh, I should drink with you more often if it means I see you like this." He kisses your nose, and you smile.

"Oh, shut up," you remark breathlessly, and your lips meet his. He kisses you without hesitation, bringing you with him as he lies back on the bed. The sounds of his lips smacking with yours fill the room with a romantic glow, and it stays that way even when slumber claims you both.

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You're woken up by some sort of light on your eyelids and the sound of birds chirping. With a few blinks, your eyes open and are met with the sun's glaring rays peeking through the blind of the hotel window. Begrudgingly, you rise from the mattress and stretch your fatigued limbs. A massive headache greets your head without your consent, pounding it like a drum. The sheet above you slips from your figure, and you find out you slept bare nude.

Too flustered for exhaustion to take control, you grab the sheet to cover your chest, afraid that someone would've seen. The headache vanishes into thin air as you whip and search the room. But there's no one here? And you then notice the blue flannel on the side next to you. The side of the man you were on a date with.

Wait? I was with Gojo last night, right? Questions of the night prior finally come to you. Okay, wait, we went to that diner. Then we had those cocktails, which was a bad idea on my part. So what else? Oh. We kissed. Yeah...we kissed...then I got in his car and drove to this hotel room, and then...And then we.....we—

Unable to complete that thought, a sudden click catches your attention, whipping your head to the hotel door to see it open. And there he is.

Gojo enters the room with his clothes back on, his white tee and black jeans. His shades now block the beautiful eyes you had seen last night — perhaps it was a fever dream, imagining that you did see them. He's holding a paper cup, which you could only assume was tea or coffee. When he notices you, he greets you with a smile.

"Well, good morning, sunshine~" his tone gets chipper the closer he walks to the bed. Placing the cup on the bedside before grabbing for his flannel. "I brought you some tea since I'm sure your throat is sore from last night," your face heats up at the comment. "Plus, I didn't want to leave you empty-handed before I head out."

You blink at him. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Remember my friend I told you about last night?" You nod at him while he ties his blue clothing around his waist. "He texted me earlier, saying something came up with one of our other closer friends, and they need my help. He tried calling me, so I had to leave the room to let you sleep."

You hum at his confession. "I see..." How considerate.

"Hey," He climbs on the bed to be close to you. "Sorry that I can't take you back home or treat you to breakfast or something. Maybe next time."

Now that he's close to you like this, you can make out the implications of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, blue orbs honed in on you and you alone. Your cheeks gradually go warm. "Next time?" You didn't mean for it to be a whisper, too entranced to notice.

He chuckles at your comment, and you swear your heart's beating irregularly. "Yeah, princess. I'd love to see you next time." He draws closer to kiss your forehead, and it takes every nerve in your body to not melt then and there. He then removes himself from the bed, the dent returning to normal now that his weight is off.

Gojo straightens himself and turns away from you. "Alright, I'm off. I'll leave my hotel card by the door. Text me if you need money for an Uber, 'kay?" You hear the door open. "Be good, ya hear!?" He shouts to you from the other side of the room, practically already in the hallway.

"Same to you!" You reply back in the same manner.

"No promises~." And with that comes the sound of the door closing, confirming your isolation in the now quiet hotel room. You're left to properly rekindle everything that led you up to this point, yet even then, you feel so at a loss.

As far as blind dates go — or dates in general — it's safe to say that this was the most bizarre one you've had. Not because anything dire happened. And that's probably the reason why it felt so surreal. You came into this date to release yourself from the shackles of a bet, knowing that you wouldn't see the end of it from your friend if you didn't take care of it with haste.

Nevertheless, thanks to Gojo, it didn't feel like a bet. Not at all. It felt like an actual, fun date with a new person. With a great person at that. Not once did you express any uncomfortable feelings or ill will towards Gojo. And if you did, you're sure he tended to your worries without your knowing.

"I'd love to see you next time."

His words ring in your ear once more, and they resume to do so when you exit from the bed to grab your bag on the chair next to you. You grasp the most necessary item inside — your diary — and sit at the hotel room desk to document your concluding statements appropriately.

...What happened last night was something that I had no vision of seeing. So, now that it did happen, I just feel a little...empty? Probably because I took care of Nobara's bet and don't have to worry about going on another date again.

But, deep down, a part of me wants to do it all again — Not with just anyone, but with him. What we shared yesterday was one of the most refreshing days I've had all summer. Although he was a bit childish for his mature age, maybe that made me like him even more. He was kind to me, funny, and, dare I say, an attractive guy, both in personality and physical appearance.

Thanks for the date, Satoru Gojo. And if you wish to see me again, any time at any place, know that my heart will accept with glee.

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Gojo exits the hotel room and walks down the hall to the elevator, whistling a tune that only he could understand. He presses the button to summon the machine to his floor, and it comes in a few seconds with the soft ding to mark its risen state. And before Gojo could fully get inside, he sensed his phone vibrating in his right jean pocket.

He grabs for it and stops whistling, tapping on the green call button and placing the device to his ear as the elevator doors close. "Morning, you man-bunned prick."

"It's midday, you blue-eyed sheep." A voice comes from the other side of his phone. "Judging by how you didn't know that, you went out last night, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business~," the white-haired man says in a sing-song manner.

"Shut the hell up~," The one on the phone returns the sentiment. "It's not like I don't know practically every person you screwed in the streets with."

The elevator door opens to the main floor, and Gojo exits to head for the entrance. "Yeah, yeah. I will say this: I had a great time with them."

"You say this about everyone who opens their legs for you."

Gojo sucks his teeth. "Well, this one really had me enjoying myself from start to finish. They were fun to be around. Shit, they even made me drink alcohol."

"Really? And you didn't barf on the spot?"

"Fuck off, Suguru." The one from the phone line — now named Suguru — chuckled at the curse thrown his way. Gojo walks out to the parking lot and enters his car. The phone call is transferred to the car's Bluetooth when the engine starts. "I don't know...They were just great to be around, ya know? Haven't had that in a while."

Suguru hums, vibrating the car with the bass systems. "Think you wanna hang with them again?"

"Mmmmm, I'd like to."

The one on the phone chuckles. "Well, don't get to whipped. Especially since you promised to be at Shoko's beach house this month, we don't want you canceling on us again because someone scheduled you for a dick appointment."

Gojo smirks at the comment. "Yeah, I won't. You'll see me." A few seconds of silence follow through until Suguru asks another question to his friend.

"So? How was the sex this time around?"

With a twinge to his lips, Gojo snickers to himself from reminiscing about the events of last night.

"Man, let me tell you..."

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You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

[snowysosturn]

Allies or Affiliates? - Chris Sturniolo Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Pairing : Y/n x Chris Sturniolo

Summary : Law student Y/n’s life takes a turn when she reconnects with Chris, her brief teenage flame who is now a dealer for a dangerous Boston drug gang. As their bond reignites, Y/n is drawn into Chris’s tumultuous world, where rival gangs clash and loyalty is everything. Balancing her love for Chris with her own ambitions, can their connection survive the chaos that threatens to pull them apart?

Warnings : MDNI, mentions of drugs, taking drugs, smoking weed, angst, mentions of shooting, drinking, cursing, partying

I jolted awake, groggy and disoriented as my phone screen glowed in the darkness. The clock read 2:04 a.m., and a notification flashed: 

Nate: “????” 

He’d been texting me earlier when I was at Y/n’s. "Yo, you got any weed left? Ran out over here." I didn’t want to just leave her abruptly again so I ignored the message at the time, but it sounds like he's strung out right now. I glanced over at Y/n, fast asleep, and my chest tightened. She looked so peaceful, so safe. 

Carefully, I slipped out of her bed, trying not to wake her. After everything tonight, how easy it was to slip back into things, even so much that we fell asleep together, I didn’t want her to think I was sneaking out without a word, so I left her a note on top of her college books: "Didn’t want to overstay my welcome, but I didn’t want to wake you, either. See you tomorrow at the party." With one last look, I pulled her balcony door open and stepped out into the quiet night.

When I got to the car, I texted Nate back: I’ll be at your place in 20 mins.

The drive to meet him was quick, the streets empty at this time of night. When I pulled up to Nates, he was already waiting, leaning against his car. He looked up as I approached, his expression casual, but I knew him well enough to see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Yo, what’s up?” I asked, handing him a bag from my pocket.

“Appreciate it, man. You saved my night.” Nate replied with a tired smile, taking the bag and walking toward the side gate of his house. I followed him out back and lit a joint that I already pre rolled , taking a long drag before exhaling. Nate joined me, rolling his own joint with the weed I’d just given him. For a minute, we stood in silence, the smoke swirling around us in the cool night air.

“So.. how was tonight?” Nate finally asked, glancing over at me with a smirk.

I knew what he was asking without needing clarification. “It was good” I said, a smile pulling at my lips as I thought back to my time with Y/n. “Really good, actually. Y/n invited me to this party tomorrow night” I started, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “Some college thing.”

Nate raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “A college party? Since when are you about that scene?”

“Since about.. Three hours ago, I guess.” I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “It’d just be cool if you came along, you know?”

He took a slow drag, letting the smoke drift into the night air, thoughtful. “You serious? You really want me to tag along to hang out with you and your new girl?”

“She’s not-” I started, but Nate cut me off with a knowing look.

“Alright, alright, not ‘your girl’’” he said, smirking. “But she might as well be, judging by the way you’re acting.”

I shrugged, feeling my face warm slightly. He had a point, though I wouldn’t admit it. Y/n wasn’t just anyone, she was different, and being around her felt easy. But I knew Nate had a fair point, too - our lives did mesh with the college crowd, but not in the exact way it did with Y/n’s.

Nate chuckled, finally giving me a nod. “Yeah, fine, I’ll come. Could use a laugh watching you play boyfriend. Plus, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t mess things up too bad.”

I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder. “Like you’re the expert on relationships? Her friend Willow is coming too remember her?”

”Remember her?! You should’ve just started with that I would’ve said yes straight away, save yourself the grilling.” Nate exclaimed, I laughed with how excited this seemed to make him.

Nate raised an eyebrow. “All jokes aside, you serious about her?”

I shrugged, but I knew he could see right through me. “I don’t know, man. I guess.. yeah. She’s different.” I paused, feeling the weight of it all, and then I couldn’t help but smile. “She asked me to come along to this party tomorrow night too.”

Nate took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. “Look, I get it, but how are you gonna handle this, Chris? You know the kind of life we’re in. You think a girl like her would stick around if she knew the whole truth?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and real. I hated how much he was right. No matter how I tried to spin it, Y/n and I lived in completely different worlds. She was doing things with her life, and here I was, getting dragged deeper into a life I never wanted. And yet, every time I thought about her, I found myself hoping maybe there was a way it could all work out.

"I know it's complicated. But I'm not trying to drag her into anything."

"She's already part of it just by being around you" Nate said, taking another drag. "You need to figure this out before things get serious."

He was right, of course. And yet, how could I just walk away now? "I'll figure it out" I muttered, though I wasn’t sure how. "I'm not letting her go again."

Nate gave me a knowing look. "Just be careful, Chris. You can't have both lives forever."

Y/n’s Pov

When I woke up, I stretched my legs out to feel the other side of the bed cold and empty. I blinked at the morning light streaming in, feeling around, half expecting to find Chris still lying beside me. My mind spun back to last night, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d felt any of the same comfort and ease I had. Had he thought about staying?

Then, as I moved to sit up, I noticed a small note resting on my stack of books by the bed. I reached over, picking it up and smiling as I unfolded the paper.

Didn’t want to overstay my welcome, but I didn’t want to wake you, either. See you tomorrow at the party.  – C.

There was a tiny flutter in my chest, and I let myself feel it, just for a moment. He had thought enough to leave a note, something sweet, even careful about it. I ran my fingers over his handwriting, and the thought stayed with me like a pleasant hum as I went through my morning routine.

Despite the excitement of last night, reality called, and my neglected stack of assignments waited, staring at me almost daring me to procrastinate. I settled into the day, tackling each piece of reading and essay with a strange mix of focus and distraction, my mind constantly pulling back to him. The way he’d laughed, his guarded smiles, and his thoughtfulness made me feel like we’d shared something real, even though it was only one night.

By the time I finished my work, it was mid afternoon, and I was feeling both accomplished and relieved. I glanced at my phone, wondering if he’d texted, but instead, I saw a message from Willow.

Willow: “Pregame at mine before the party? Sarah’s coming too.”

I quickly typed back, “Sounds good! Be there around 7.”

After getting ready, I packed my essentials into a small bag, ran a brush through my hair, and threw on jeans and a nice top. I made my way into central Boston and when I finally walked up to Willow’s apartment, I could already feel a buzz in the air. Music played softly in the background as I stepped inside, and the warm scent of Willow’s signature vanilla candles mixed with the distinct whiff of fruity cocktails.

“There she is!” she said, reaching over to pour me a drink. “How’s our little romantic after her date the other night?” She waggled her eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Relax” I laughed, taking the drink. “He kind left abruptly the other night, said something about work.. but he surprised me last night and made up for it so...”

“One night can be all it takes.” She said, giving me a knowing look. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she raised her cup to her lips, grinning before taking a sip. “Trust me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m taking it slow.”

But the butterflies in my stomach told a different story, and I felt almost embarrassed by how excited I was to see Chris again tonight.

Shortly after, Sarah arrived and the  three of us settled into an easy rhythm, our drinks enhancing our laughter as we caught up on the week and swapped stories. The topic inevitably shifted to party prep, and Sarah held up her cup.

“Alright, tonight is strictly drinks for me. No funny business, no more lines or pills or anything. I need to save money.” She gave a dramatic sigh, her expression half joking, half serious.

Willow shot her a sceptical look, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Im holding you to that! You say it all the time but cave.”

“No I mean it this time!” Sarah declared, clinking her cup with ours. “The comedowns the last few times have been too much.”

Sarah was a free spirit and the ultimate party animal. She never knew when to stop. Once everyone was fucked up from drinking she’d continue on by taking a line or two of coke so she could sober up and keep going, often staying on it till 9am. I never knew how any of these drugs made you feel and I didn’t plan on finding out, I knew people liked to experiment and that was fine, it was personally just never for me.

After another hour of predrinking, swapping stories, and listening to music, we decided it was time to head to Tyler’s party. As we stepped outside, the streets were already buzzing with people heading in the same direction, cars lined up along the road, and faint music pulsing from a distance. Tyler’s house came into view, a massive, stately place that always seemed like it was waiting for moments like this. A few people were already gathered on the front porch, laughing loudly and holding red cups, the bass of the music vibrating through the air even from outside.

The second we walked in, it was like stepping into a different world. The living room was packed, filled with people moving in every direction, chatting, laughing, weaving between one another, with drinks in hand and a thick, dizzying energy filling the space. The unmistakable scent of alcohol mingled with cologne and perfume, and beneath it, something a little stronger that I could only assume was weed or maybe even more. A couple of people shouted greetings as we made our way through, and I could tell Willow and Sarah were in their element.

“Alright, let’s grab some drinks and find a good spot to dance.” Willow said, expertly guiding us through the crowd to the kitchen, which was just as packed. The counters were lined with an assortment of bottles, mixers, and what looked like a never ending pile of red cups.

People kept funnelling in from the street. Tyler’s parties always attracted half the campus, and tonight was no exception. The lights were dim, the music was loud, and people were dancing, shouting, and laughing in every room.

The three of us were dancing when Sarah, who had been standing beside me, suddenly froze. Following her gaze, I noticed her ex boyfriend, Dylan, who had just walked in. He gave her a brief, casual wave, but it was enough to make her tense, her emotions flickering in her eyes, a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She barely spared us a word before she headed toward him, leaving Willow and me alone. 

“She still has feelings for him doesn’t she?” I ask Willow.

“Yeah, he definitely does too.” Willow replies.

We pull our gaze off Sarah and her ex, and soon I spot Chris and Nate as they navigated through the crowd. A wave of excitement swept over me as Chris caught my eye, his face lighting up as he spotted me. He raised his hand in a small wave before weaving his way over with Nate by his side.

“You made it!” I greeted Chris, and he leaned in for a quick hug, his arm squeezing me just a bit before he stepped back.

“Wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with you” he said, his voice warm and steady.

Nate gave Willow a grin, his eyes lingering a bit longer on her than usual. She caught his gaze, smiling back in a way that suggested she didn’t mind the attention one bit. In the chaos of the party around us, it felt like the four of us were in our own little bubble, everyone else fading into the background. We moved into the living room to try and find a place to sit. The room was chaotic, but it added to the vibe, making it feel like we were part of something wild and unpredictable.

After a little while, Willow nudged Nate and tilted her head toward the staircase. “Wanna check out the view from upstairs?”

Nate raised an eyebrow, smirking as he glanced up at the steps. “Lead the way” he said, following her up with a casual confidence that made me chuckle.

I watched them disappear, giving Willow a teasing smile as she tossed me a wink over her shoulder. Once they were gone, it was just me and Chris. Over the course of an hour our conversation drifted from topic to topic, the laughter coming easily as we shared stories about friends, gossip about people we used to know and the kind of random things that only seemed to happen at parties like this.

“Do you think they’re planning to start a secret society up there?” I joked, nudging Chris playfully.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “If they do, I want in. I could use a secret handshake. You know, something cool.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing on my lips. “Like what? You strike me as the type to throw up gang signs.” I laughed. “Actually, have you seen how tense things have been lately with the gangs?

“Yeah, it’s been rough. It’s hard to ignore the tension in the air around the city.” Chris said, becoming more serious.

I bit my lip, glancing around the chaotic party. “The shootings are what freak me out like, what if one of these people we’re surrounded by is somehow tied to it? It’s wild how quickly things can escalate. One minute you’re at a party, and the next, you’re ducking for cover.”

But before the conversation could continue, Willow and Nate returned, both of them looking slightly dishevelled but grinning. Nate gave Chris a quick nod, and they both headed to the kitchen, saying they’d grab drinks for all of us. Willow slipped an arm around my shoulder as soon as they were gone, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief.

“So how was your alone time with Chrissss..” she drawled, giving me a playful nudge. “He’s cute and sweet. What’s not to like?”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, my smile impossible to hide. “I know, right? But it’s so early, Willow. I’m scared I’m falling too quickly.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes you just have to let things happen. Quit overthinking it.” She leaned in closer, her tone dropping to a whisper. “Besides, the way he looks at you? Girl, he’s definitely feeling it too.”

“You cant talk though Ms. DissapearingToABedroomForAnHour.” I say, giving Willow a cheeky grin.

“Oh its nothing serious just a bit of fun! I actually never peed after so I need the restroom. Come with me?”

“Sure” I said, following her through the packed hallway, manoeuvring around groups of people laughing and shouting. The crowd only seemed to grow thicker as we approached the bathroom. I was about to knock on the door, but Willow nudged it open without hesitation.

And then, we froze.

Leaning over the bathroom sink was Sarah, clearly in the middle of taking a line. Her eyes widened as she straightened, brushing her nose with the back of her hand as she turned to face us, looking both guilty and defiant.

My mouth dropped open in shock. “Sarah..”

Willow folded her arms, her disappointment evident in the crease of her brows. “Are you serious? you said you weren’t doing this anymore.”

Sarah’s face reddened, and she looked away, avoiding our eyes. “I know, okay? I just.. I don’t know. Dylan had some and he offered. He said he wasn’t going to do it either but he ran into Chris his dealer on the way in here so he was like fuck it why not.”

Chris? His dealer?

There’s no way we’re referring to the same person right now? Are we? 

I suddenly felt heat rise to my face.

Chris walked into the party right behind Dylan.

a/n : CATS OUT THE BAG

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[kookygranger]

Fairytale of Hawkins: Part One

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A cheesy hallmark Christmas fic inspired by @bettyfrommars's tow truck!Eddie and prompts #1 & #6 from Betty and @allthingsjoeq's Holiday Prompt Party

Summary: You're spending Christmas in your best friend Robin's hometown this year, after spending far too many alone in the city. She can't wait to introduce you to the gang and all the wholesome festive activities they get up to, but you may have already made a not-so-good first (and second) impression on a certain metalhead in the first few days of your visit.

Warnings: mention of car crashing into snowbank (no damage), reader gets drunk (happy holidays!), reader doesn't have family, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, swearing

Word count: 4.4k

Author's note: I've spent far too long agonising over this when it's supposed to be silly and fun and not perfect, so please just have this first part and ignore me screaming into a pillow in the corner.

Part Two

6 Days 'Til Christmas

You really weren’t feeling the holiday spirit this year.

Not that you normally did.

Christmas for you, meant taking advantage of a quiet city, spending the hours alone walking the empty streets and having nothing but smoked salmon and champagne for dinner without feeling guilty. Sometimes (every Christmas), you’d let a corny Hallmark movie play on your TV and cringe and laugh at the predictableness of it all. Maybe, you’d be a bit quieter when the lovesick couple inevitably kissed at the end, maybe you’d pour yourself a little more champagne.

The aesthetic of the holiday season itself, you didn’t mind so much. The pretty twinkling lights, spiced hot drinks, and cookies you could take. But the frenzied crowds, all the talk of “goodwill” and “Christmas cheer”, when all you had to do was spend an hour in a department store to witness the real ugliness of humanity – hard pass. And let’s not forget Christmas day itself, either people would be spending it stuck with family, passive-aggressive comments and secrets coming out after the first few rounds of spiked punch, or they’d be forcefully and painfully reminded of just how lonely they were in this world.

The snow was nice. You secretly enjoyed the quiet and stillness a fresh blanket of snow could bring to the city. But out here in the sticks? Snow was your worst enemy.

Once your heart had settled back to a normal pace, you got out of the car to assess the damage. There was no smoke coming from places it shouldn’t, no visible scratches or dents that you could see – but there was also no way in hell that you were getting this car out of the snowbank you’d crashed into. At least the deer you swerved to avoid was probably off in the trees to your left with its family, living to frolic another day.

“Shit.”

You had no idea where you were. Already lost on the horrible directions your best friend Robin had given you before that damn deer came out of nowhere. The snow was coming down faster than the street plows could keep up with, your hair drenched in a few minutes as another shiver ran through your whole body.

Hawkins was cold. Like, freezing. You always thought winter was winter, but they really took it to another level here in the Midwest.

The day still had a little light left in it, but darkness was fast approaching. You decided the smart thing to do was wait in the car and hope that somebody driving by would be able to help. Or pretend to help before murdering you. Well, you didn’t think walking on a fairly deserted road in the middle of a snowstorm when you had no idea which direction to go would produce better results. So, you waited.

And waited.

Oh god, you were gonna die here all alone. You never should’ve let Robin talk you into coming home with her for Christmas. You could be happily wrapped up in blankets in your climate-controlled apartment with a warm mug of eggnog right now.

Wait! The rum you bought for making eggnog with Robin.

You scramble to reach over the car’s middle console, hands rummaging through the paper bags on the floor in the back until you find the smooth glass neck of a bottle.

The rum burns your throat on the way down with the first swig, but the edge is taken off soon after with a couple more swallows – the familiar warmth settling into your skin once you’ve polished off about a quarter of the bottle. You curl up into your seat, tucking your legs into your coat and holding the bottle of rum close to your chest.

Distracted by the fuzzy feeling seeping into your head and thoughts of which picture of you they’d use to announce your death on the local news, you don’t notice the sound of a truck approaching or its headlights shining across the back of your car.

Maybe Robin will give them a good one of you on vacation together in The Bahamas last year. God, you wish you’d gone somewhere warm instead.

You almost jump out of your skin, letting out an involuntary squeak when someone knocks on your window. Barely making out the shape of a man with wild hair through the condensation that had fogged up the glass.

“You alright in there?”

Please don’t be a murderer, please don’t be a murderer, please don’t be a murderer.

You open the car door and step out on shaky legs, almost stacking it when your feet are swallowed by a much thicker blanket of snow than you were expecting. The man reaches out to steady you, his hands engulfing your forearms as you look up at your rescuer. Or potential downfall. A black beanie covers the top of his head but does little to protect the rest of his wild curls that fall across his shoulders from the still falling snow. You briefly take note of the blue coveralls with a name sewn in red thread across his heart, before you’re sucked in by the worried look in his brown doe eyes.

“Are you alright?”

You nod, stuttering when you try and speak, gesturing to the car behind you and then to the road. “I–the car, there was a–and then, the ice just sort of…”

The stranger straightens up, the warmth from his hands leaving you as he eyes you wearily, “You been drink driving?”

“What? No! God, no…I–I,” you take a deep breath, trying to compose the thoughts that were tumbling too fast out of your mouth. God, he was pretty. “After I realised I wasn’t going anywhere,” you point to the front of the car, barely visible from the snow piled around it, “I may have opened a bottle of rum to keep warm.”

He scoffs a little meanly, “You realise that’s not how it works right? You actually lose heat faster when you’re drunk.”

A tingling warmth crawls up your neck at his scolding and you shrug, “Well, I thought if I was gonna die I might as well do it with a good buzz.”

He squints at you, his stare stony and you can’t tell what you’ve done to warrant this level of offence from a total stranger. Was he helping you or not? “You’re not from around here are you?”

You straighten up reflexively, shoulders going back in defence, “What makes you say that?”

He gestures vaguely to all of you, “Well, apart from the fact that you ooze city girl,” you frown, “it’s a small town. I woulda remembered you if you grew up here.”

He didn’t say it with a smirk or a sly look at your body. You knew it wasn’t meant as a compliment. Not a ‘you’re so pretty I would’ve remembered you’ but a ‘you stand out in all the wrong ways’.

“Okay, um,” you look around and notice his truck parked behind him, disbelief painting your face when you turn back to him and take in the ‘Munson Motors’ patch on the other side of his name. “Would you be able to help me?”

He answers with a frown as if the question itself is offensive. He has a tow truck and you're stranded on the side of the road in below-zero conditions. Of course, he’s going to help you.

Eddie, goes straight to work hooking up your car to the back of his truck, pulling it out of the snowbank and parking off to the side of the road again as you stand out of the way and watch, shivering now that the freezing outside air has begun to sober you up.

When he jumps back out of the truck to check your car is secure, he clears his throat, speaking to you like he's continuing a conversation, “How long you been out here?”

Your breath catches in a cloud of condensation as you exhale. “What’s the time?”

He pulls back the blue fabric of his left sleeve to check his watch, “Quarter past six.”

“Oh, um…a couple of hours I think.” It had been 45 minutes.

He nods as he gives a chain one final tug. “Guess no one’s come past ‘cause it’d be dumb to drive around in these conditions.”

You had to hold back from reflexively rolling your eyes. Here comes the mansplain.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be driving without chains on your tires.”

You huff, “Well, it’s not my car and I was only popping out to the store to get some groceries…an–and I got lost and then a deer just–” You wave your hand across the road stumbling over your words as the stupidly pretty tow truck driver turns to you and raises his eyebrows. “Forget it.” You sighed, “Is the car gonna be alright?”

Eddie licks his bottom lip, his intense gaze starting to heat you up again as he slowly nods. “The car will be fine. I can drop you and it off if you’ve got an address for me in town.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

***

A sigh leaves you as the warmth of the truck cab engulfs you, the smell of tobacco and the black ice magic tree hanging from the rearview mirror, along with something woodsy surrounding you on the inhale.

“Where to?” Eddie plops himself into the driver’s seat, pulling out onto the road as you give him Robin’s parent's address.

The ride there is mostly quiet, aside from the low hum of a Black Sabbath song coming out of the speakers, and you get the feeling Eddie the tow truck guy doesn’t take well to city girls getting themselves into sticky situations on his roads. You’re starting to feel a little silly yourself as the rum buzz well and truly wears off. This was a little too damsel in distress-y for your liking. You were an independent woman for god sake, the best solution you could come up with was getting drunk before an incredibly well-timed, handsome local had to come to your rescue?

As soon as Eddie pulls up to the curb he’s jumping out of the truck, clearly not wanting to spend another minute in awkward silence. You were never really good at small talk.

It isn’t until the passenger side door slams behind you that you notice the yelling.

“Oh my god! I thought you were for sure dead!”

Robin almost knocks you onto the sidewalk when she slams into you.

“Oh, I was so worried! I kept telling my dad, I think I told her the wrong directions. I told you to turn right on Maple when you should have turned left–“Her arms flail about in the air as she rambles in a panic and you just smile at her.

“Rob, I’m fine. I got to the shops okay in the end, it was getting back that was the problem. Then this deer ran out in front of me and I lost control when I swerved.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I almost killed you. You haven’t even been in town a full day!” She squishes your cheeks in between her hands, and you laugh.

Once she’s satisfied that you’re okay, she turns to Eddie as he walks up to the both of you. “Thanks for bringing my girl back alive Munson.” Robin beams and you notice Eddie’s eyes darting between the both of you, things clicking into place before she tackles him with a hug.

“Nice to see ya Buckley.” You hear Eddie mumble something into Robin’s hair and she laughs.

Figures. He was that Eddie. The metalhead with a heart of gold. Fantasy nerd that you were “going to love.” Obviously, your mind hadn’t immediately associated the grumpy tow truck driver Eddie with the one you’d heard hundreds of stories about, the one that was supposed to be warm and quick to welcome outsiders. Maybe it was just you?

“The car’ll be fine. Might just take a little while to warm up next time you go to start it, but if you have any issues just drop it by the shop.” He speaks directly to Robin as if it were her that he’d just rescued from the side of the road.

She thanked him with an affectionate punch to the shoulder and you tried to catch his eye before he turned away.

“Thanks again, for uh–for your help.”

He just nods, eyes briefly making contact with yours before they flit away again and he walks back to his truck.

“Don’t let her get lost again. It’s only gonna get colder over the next week.” He shouts before he slams his door shut behind him.

You turn to Robin who’s cheerily waving him off.

“Cold-er? It gets cold-er?!”

***

5 Days 'Til Christmas

“This is ridiculous.” Condensation forms around your huffs of breath, Jack Frost nipping at the tip of your nose and cheeks as you pull your coat tighter around you, stumbling slightly on the icy ground.

“The only thing ridiculous is your dress sense.” Robin giggles, pausing to let you catch up with her, arm linking with your own as you cross the car park together.

“This is my favourite coat.” You pout.

She shakes her head, “I know it is. And I know how much it cost, but we need to get you something sturdier and some thermals or something.” Her free hand rubs the thin, expensive material on your shoulder.

“Maybe, we should just stop leaving the house.” You grumble, causing Robin to knock her shoulder against yours.

“C’mon! I know we’re meeting everyone in a couple of days, but when Steve told me Jonathan and Nance we’re going to be at the bar tonight as well I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity for you to meet the grown-ups first.”

“Aren’t the kids at college now?”

You’d learnt a lot about Robin’s chosen family over the years. Having met Steve multiple times when he came to visit her in the city and been regaled by countless stories of the trouble they’d all gotten up to in high school.

“Yeah, but they’re not legal drinking age yet and it’ll be much easier meeting everyone else without them around trust me.”

The Hideout definitely wasn’t anything like the bars you frequented in the city, and you couldn’t help thinking about where you were a week ago – an office Christmas party that involved two-hundred-dollar bottles of champagne and coke in the marbled bathrooms – as your weather inappropriate shoes found the sticky floor and your nose wrinkled involuntarily at the smell, eyes wandering over the small crowd of mostly old men hunched over their half-empty drinks.

“Charming,” you murmur, Robin’s arm tightening its hold on you upon seeing her best friend waving at the both of you across the room.

“Hey dingus,” She ruffles Steve’s hair as you approach the group sitting around a small wooden table.

“Hey numbnut.” He was quick to push his hair back, everything but a lonely strand falling back into perfect place. Robin took an empty chair, while Steve captured you in a much-needed embrace, greeting you warmly and without a childish nickname.

He kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the three other occupants of the table. You shake Nancy and Jonathan’s hand, smiling at the way they held each other, but when you hold out your hand to their friend Argyle he just laughs and gets up to hug you with a “Come here my lil’ city slicker.” The scent of pineapple and pot clinging to you as you take a seat while Steve heads to the bar to get you and Robin a drink.

“Where’s Eddie?”

The pang that jolts you at Robin’s casual mention of her friend’s name is slightly concerning.

“He’s over there with the guys.” You follow Jonathan’s gesture to a group of boys standing next to a makeshift stage at the far end of the bar. A tousle of brown waves in a leather jacket stands with his back to you with three others dressed much the same, all drinking beer and laughing. You couldn’t see his face, but even from here you notice his shoulders look more relaxed than he was during your encounter yesterday.

Maybe you’d get to see the “warm” Eddie now that he wasn’t having to haul your car out of the snow.

Steve returns to your table with drinks and takes the seat next to you, reaching over your shoulders to pinch Robin when she complains about hers not having enough ice before letting his arm relax around you. Steve had seamlessly fit himself into your life when you first met just as he always did in any situation, and you knew that he could sense your nerves about meeting the rest of the group. You just hoped he didn’t pick up on any nerves about the presence of one in particular.

“Nice of you to join us Buckley.”

You tense as Eddie appears at the table and Steve squeezes your shoulder, smirking into his drink.

Never fucking mind.

“Oh my god, you guys I have to tell you all about Eddie’s hero moment yesterday!”

As Robin captures the attention of the group with a dramatic retelling of yesterday’s events, your eyes wander to your reluctant rescuer. He was yet to acknowledge your existence, only rubbing his neck and blushing when praise was thrown his way. His attention is mostly on Robin’s theatrics before it shifts, and you notice his gaze land on something by your shoulder. You look down at Steve’s hand still resting there and when you look back up your eyes catch shining, dark chocolate ones.

You’re the first to break the spell, eyes quickly landing on the table, unable to hold his intense stare.

When Robin finishes her story you excuse yourself to get another drink, having nervously gulped yours down already and you pass Steve on your way back to the table.

“Hey, can you give these to Eddie? He’s just outside. I need to take a leak, thanks.” He walks away quickly, leaving you with a packet of cigarettes in your hand.

***

Eddie stands with his back to you, leaning against the brick of the bar as you exit the swinging door, a blast of arctic air hitting you as you immediately wrap your arms around yourself.

“Hey.”

He spins around at the sound of your voice.

“Uh, Steve said you needed to borrow a smoke?” You hold up the pack.

He stares at you for a second before he lifts an unlit cigarette in between his fingers.

“I’m all good. Bummed one off Gareth.”

You nod and shove the carton in your coat pocket.

“You smoke?”

“God no, I value my lungs. These are Steve’s.” You shake your head and Eddie raises his eyebrows, pausing in his motion to light the cigarette now pursed between his lips, the yellow flame from his scuffed bic lighter flickering in the chilled breeze.

He releases his thumb from the lighter, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and frowning at it.

“So uh, I didn’t expect you and Buckley to show up tonight.”

You grip your coat tighter around you, it’s far too cold to be out here but you’re pleasantly surprised that he’s initiating conversation with you. “Oh yeah, Robin dragged me out of the house to come see some lame band. Personally, I think it’s too cold to do anything other than drink tea under a pile of blankets but–“

“Robin said they were lame?”

“What?”

“The band playing here tonight, she said they were lame?”

“No, she just mentioned that they’re here every Tuesday,” you look up at the neon signage hanging above the door, missing a ‘d’ with a barely flickering ‘o’ and shrug, “I figured–“

“Hey, Ed!” One of the boys Eddie had been standing with earlier pops his head out of the bar door, giving you a curt nod when you turn around. “You ready? We’re on in two.”

“Yeah, just give us a sec.”

The boy disappears back behind the door and you screw your eyes shut. Of course it was his band.

“Shit, Eddie I’m sor–“

“You always just say things without thinking?” His arms are crossed, eyes squinting at you in that offended disbelief that seemed to be reserved just for you and your big mouth.

You sigh, “Only around you apparently.”

You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch. “Why’s that city girl?”

The nickname could almost pass as a term of endearment, the way it comes out of him in a drawl if it wasn’t for your terrible first and second impressions preceding you.

You shake your head, “Never mind. I’m gonna–“ You point your thumb behind your shoulder, “Yeah,” and walk back inside before you manage to say anything else idiotic, Eddie grinning after your retreating form.

***

You watch Eddie thrash about on stage under the haze of a couple of shots, needing a little liquid courage before you could throw yourself back into socialising – at least you seemed to be getting along with the rest of the group.

His skin was glowing with sweat under the cheap yellow stage lights, leather jacket abandoned so you could now see the tattoos peaking out from under his tattered old band shirt. One that hugged his biceps as they flexed with the ferocity of his guitar playing. Holy shit.

When he jumps off stage and approaches his friends, you can’t take your eyes off the damp hair that sticks to his neck and forehead.

“You guys were amazing.”

He bows his head at your compliment. The two of you now slightly off to the side of the rest of the group as they figure out whose round it is. “Not lame then?”

“No,” you shake your head, “no, I shouldn’t have–that was shitty of me to judge without hearing you. To judge, full stop. I’m not like that normally. I know you think I’m just some city girl who’s completely out of touch but I’m just–I got a bit nervous about meeting you all and making a good impression for Robin. I’m sorry.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “S’nothin’ to apologise for. Not like we’re playing The Garden or anything.”

“That doesn’t matter.” You frown, “You’re great–I mean the band are great–I can tell that you all love playing up there no matter the audience. That’s what’s important.”

“Thanks.” His soft tone and doe eyes threaten to swallow you whole. You look away, burning up under his attention again.

“You’re welcome.”

“We’re playing pool now, I need you on my team c’mon.” Robin wraps her arms around you and drags you away before Eddie gets the chance to keep you talking.

***

“Wait, Steve! You’re not driving?” You cringe at Robin’s slurred volume as she shouts across the small car park, thankful this isn’t a residential area.

“Pfft no! I’ve had way too many. I’m going in Nance’s car.” She glares at her best friend as he follows Jonathan and Argyle, waving her off.

“How are we getting home?!” She raises her arms in exasperation and turns to you as if you’d be able to offer a solution, the creaking of the bar door opening behind you grabbing both of your attention as Eddie steps out. He stops short, car keys coming to a halt mid-swing when he notices eyes on him.

“Eddieeee.” Robin sing-songs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. His eyebrow quirks up. “Fancy dropping off two gorgeous young girls and making sure they get home safe?” She leans her head into yours and you giggle.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah whatever, get in.”

Robin turns away abruptly to head towards his van, leaving you to stumble without the support, Eddie’s warm hands brace your arms before you even have time to think.

“You good?”

You nod, “Had a lot to drink.”

He huffs a laugh as you sway, breath stuttering when you look up at him, “Yeah, you did.”

The snow that falls around you two lands softly on your face, melting in your hair and on your eyelashes as you crinkle your nose.

“It’s so cold.”

He licks his bottom lip, “Right, right let’s get you home yeah?”

***

Despite Robin’s clumsy nature she always manages to stay light on her feet when she’s drunk. So, by the time Eddie pulls up to the Buckley residence she’s shooting out of the van, cackling at her own joke while you’re still trying to undo your seatbelt. Eddie tells you to stay still before he jogs to the passenger side and unhooks you, holding onto your arm as you step down onto the ground on wobbly legs.

“Where’s Robin?” You look around, the front yard frosted in snow that’s warmed by yellow fairy lights hanging around the edges of the house, but noticeably void of your charmingly sassy friend.

“She’s already inside. Here, let me get you to the door.”

His hands help steady you, guiding you to safety up the icy path, one stretching over your lower back the other holding your elbow. You hadn’t noticed his rings before now, silver glinting under the lights now directly above you as you walk up to the front porch. These hands adorned in skulls seemed to keep coming to your rescue. But you don’t need some hot tow truck, sexy guitarist guy coming to your rescue. You’re a capable, independent woman.

You feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck when he laughs softly.

“You think I’m sexy huh?”

You frown as you stop at the front door, shaking your head “What, why would you think that?”

“’Cause you just said it.”

“Out loud?!”

He snickers as you bury your face in your hands, “I have to stop drinking around you.”

Eddie bites his lip as you slip through the front door mumbling a good night and close it behind you without another glance at his smug face. He’s still smiling as he turns the ignition, the radio on low as Fairytale of New York fills his van with warmth. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head before pulling away from the curb, this fuzzy feeling in his chest not something that’s familiar to him.

“Fuck.”

[m1d-45]

divine favor

summary: so, they’re your favorite vessel. how do they react? includes yae miko, itto, kazuha, kaeya, chongyun, and noelle, in that order

word count: ~800

-> warnings: like one swear word?

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me

< masterlist >

yae miko — out and proud

uses her connection to the divine as leverage almost every chance she gets, showing off the extra gleam to her vision eagerly. occasionally teases ei over the fact that she’s the favorite, not the literal archon. she’s maybe a bit surprised herself at that fact at first, but she’s not about to let that show when using it for her wants is so much more interesting.

“Please, of course I know what I’m doing. I wasn’t chosen by the divine for nothing.”

itto — show off

literally the moment you log off after wishing him for the first time he meets up with the gang to celebrate. it doesn’t matter if you only brought him to level 20 or instantly fully leveled him, he goes on about it for hours. any changes to his weapon would be shown off, and if you get his signature then he’s incredibly proud of it. sometimes he pokes fun at kujou sara because of his glider, but shinobu usually keeps it quiet enough nothing bad really happens. it’s not like sara can do much since he’s a favored vessel, but the gang doesn’t have to know that.

“Guys, come here! No, it’s not an onikabuto this time, look! I got a new sword today, isn’t it cool?”

kazuha — doesn’t exactly hide it

kazuha never gloats or tells stories when they aren’t wanted, but… instead of climbing down the mast when returning from the crow’s nest, he’s more commonly seen jumping from the side, letting his glider catch him. despite being an inazuman native, his time with you has made him an expert at gliding, a fact typically seen in the delicate fold of his glider every time his feet touch the deck. he makes sure to take care of it, running his fingers through the soft, feather-like mechanisms on its surface partly to remove any salt built up, but also because he likes the feeling.

“It was the chance of fate that allowed me to become so close to my god. Nothing more, nothing less.”

kaeya — flashy in the front, “what the fuck” in the back

he hadn’t expected to become a vessel so soon in your journey, but adapted quickly. you were early in your journey throughout teyvat, so he honestly expected you to drop him once you got someone more powerful, someone you surely liked more. and then you didn’t. and then he’s suddenly fighting with impossible speed and strength, his vision a sharp, glittering blue, and with every day that passes where he’s still the subject of your favor, the shock sets in a bit more. he doesn’t even go to the angels share the night he’s triple crowned, too dazed to try and interact with people, instead laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling.

“Why would i be their favorite? …Don’t tell me you’ve gone and started questioning the divine now, have you?”

chongyun — disbelieving

literally in shock the entire day after he’s been wished. also doesn’t matter how much you prepared for him, he’s stunned. he can feel his power grow, his claymore something new and so much sharper, a glider he doesn’t quite know how to use yet now at his disposal. once the shock wears off he has to take a few hours to calm himself down and keep from overheating, most likely with the help of xingqiu, xiangling, and the cool breeze by the ocean.

“I-I don’t know what I did… I’ve never even properly exorcised a demon—am I really worthy of this?”

noelle — oh jeez oh god oh wait oh jeez-

similar to kaeya, she was surprised that she was chosen so quickly, but rationalized it just as fast. she was to be a stepping stone, someone to protect you early on, a transient phase while you got your standing in teyvat. yes you leveled her, yes you took her with you to liyue, but that’s just because you hadn’t gotten anybody better, right? you didn’t… she wasn’t really your favorite, right..? poor noelle, it takes you fully ascending her for her to finally acknowledge your favoritism. though she doesn’t know what she’s done to earn this spot, she’s more than proud of it, taking the badge of her vision more seriously than her duties to the knights.

“It doesn’t matter what I’ve done to earn this place, what matters is that I do my very best to keep it.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, steph! how are you, like, genuinely? not the small talk. i wanna listen

Hey Lovely 💜🖤

I want to apologize for putting this off for so long... which should be a clue as to how I am actually doing.

Honestly? Not good, but I'm trying my best. It's been... a time. Will put under a cut for those who don't want to read about the tagged items.

TL;DR – my real life is a bit chaotic, and I hide a lot from y'all because I REALLY try not to be negative here since my blog is where I come to be happy AND because I am a very private person, but I try my best to just keep going day to day as the chaos settles down slowly.

I've got some good things coming though, so I hope a week's rest next week when I'm off (and will probably take a break from here too) will reset my brain.

Work has been insane, and is most of the cause of my mental distress for the past few months. From Easter until Canada Day Weekend at my job is lovingly referred to as "Silly Season" simply because of how on-the-fly, balls-to-the-wall our workload is until summertime downtime officially begins for us. Without disclosing too much, it's basically non-stop, long hours for me until one of the 3 break weeks we get during the this long stretch happens where, incidentally because of the nature of my job and the team I work on, it actually gets BUSIER for us.

It actually ended earlier than we expected this year (yesterday) and we'll be "quieter" until the end of September now. See an opportunity, I actually took next week off between the two long weekends because my mental health has taken a severe hit and I'm having trouble just... enjoying things? I'm haven't gamed or drew in a few weeks, and blogging and writing feels like a chore. I literally just come home, file this blog, reply to one or two asks, and then go to bed, and do it all over again the next day. Day in and day out, for 3 months. On weekends I have to force myself out of my apartment because I KNOW I will sink lower if I don't leave.

On top of that, my brain has convinced me that literally everyone hates me: friends, coworkers, family, you guys, my damned plants. I just feel very alone these days and... I'll be real here, I've almost abandoned this blog a few times in the past few months. I feel like I make fic lists that no one reblogs or likes and tell me they're all shit. I post my art and I barely break 20 notes. I write something and I get maybe 2 likes. I can't really answer any thoughtful asks because my mental state's been in the shitter for months. I desperately want to reply to the few sexuality asks I have and I physically can't. Being on my computer – after working ON a computer for my day job for 12 hour days everyday – feels like too much, so I try to limit my time on the blog now too.

I just try to keep carrying on, encouraged by the once-in-a-blue-moon testimonial ask I get thanking me for still being here. I thank YOU guys for reminding me that people still like coming here.

Stressed about money and food and rent just like everyone else, and just getting frustrated at other things.

And finally, my uncle (my dad's brother and my godfather) hasn't been doing well health-wise, and he's being moved to assisted living next week. His health has been declining since Easter, so it's been a bit of worrying time for relatives.

Having my therapist helps a lot. She talks me through a lot of my complicated feelings, my sense of self and ways to cope with my anxiety and stress. I'm talking to her again next week, so no worries, gang. As I said, I just keep on keeping on.

Some positivity though:

I booked next week off to try to just... recenter myself. To forget about everything and TRY to get back to doing the things I love. I will probably take a break from this blog as well during that time to limit my social-media time. It's not ideal but I need a break from my computer, I think.

I go to the gym a lot more these days, which has helped with the seething annoyance I constantly have at work. Usually feel better after it.

And because of the gym and getting out more, I've been slowly feeling better physically, better than I have since before 2019. The break from work is for the mental health, LOL.

I'm getting my hair recoloured next week. Can't afford it, really, but I just REALLY need to feel better about myself again, and I always feel so different when I colour my hair. I was doing so good for awhile. I want that again.

Anyway, I'm sorry to bombard y'all with my complicated mess of a brain. I really do appreciate you asking, so THANK YOU. I rarely get asked in real life if I am okay because I keep very private due to past people betraying my trust. And I don't like seeing people unhappy, so I feel if I tell people about my problems, then I feel I am a burden, so I just... continue existing.

Thank you for letting me be a burden just this once.

[eggo-da-axolotl]

chapter 1 of Opposites attract <3

Thursday morning a certain blue meme guardian woke up feeling.... Happy ? No that wasn't it and he brushed it off and started cleaning the castle because his friends and smg3 were coming over! He checked the calendar and it was the 23rd of May so he started to clean and what not and his phone started to beep and he opened the group chat with his friends!

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

DA COOL GROUP

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Fish🐟: My cousin’s doing a back bend while watching little bus

Squid🦑: Good for you boopkins

Gamer girl🎮: What

Maryo🍝: GUS I CEE DAT PIZLE GIY

Ex-enemy🟣: Guys what is Mario talking about-

Everyone: idk-

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Smg4 chuckled a bit then put his phone down and continued cleaning and after a bit he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw.... Smg3....?

3: hey Smg4..?

4: hey 3 your um here early?

3: wdym I thought u said 3:30-

4: it's 2:30-

3: what. Oh crap my clocks one hour behind I'll just go-

4: no it's OK you can stay

3: really-

4: yea u can help me set up

3: sure!

4: your so tsundere smg3

3: s-shut up baka!

Smg3 and Smg4 were cleaning while a certain.. TV host.. Was in his studio...

Mr puzzles: UGH I GIVE UP ON THESE 5 STARS

He would throw papers against the wall in rage

Mr puzzles: I think it's time I get a job...

He would go on his computer and look for places hiring.... That won't be important

Right..?

Anyways let's go back to the ga- I means guys

3: crap I forgot my gift for the white elephant

4: go get it I'll finish cleaning and the others should be here soon

3 would leave and the others would starts arriving...

Boopkins: hiya smg4!

Meggy: Hey guys

Tari: hello!

Melony: hi!!!

Bob: WhAtS uP gAnG

Mario: HEY ES M GEE 4

Saiko: こんにちは(hello)

4: hello everyone! Meggy: um smg4 isnt someone missing

4: oh yea smg3 said he'd be here any minu-

Smg3 would arrive

3: h-hey guys

he'd be out of breath from running

Everyone would say hi

4: come on giys lets go to the gamimg room and we can start the white elephant!

They would all go to the gaming room and there would be 9 gifts in the middle of the circle

4: ok guys pick a number from the hat and thats the order your going in

They woukd all pick numbers from the hat and the order would be

1 mario

2 meggy

3 bob

4 boopkins

5 melony

6 smg4

7 saiko

8 tari

9 smg3

4: let's start!

Mario would open a gift and there would be spaghetti..?

Mario: OMG I GOT A RESERVATION AT SPAGHETTI PLACE!!!

Meggy: um mario its says an italian restaurant but ig they have spaghetti there-

meggy would go next and get a beanie

Meggy: aww this is so cuteee

After a while bob would get a manga book which he was mad about boopkims ofc took the book from bob then bob got another gift and got a gun, melony would got a pokemon plush and then it would be smg4s turn amd he would get a... Mysterious pink potion..?

4: what is this-

Boopkins: i took some potion making classes!

4: what does it do..?

Boopkins: idk

4: Uh- anyways lets continue anyways Saiko its your turn!

Saiko: ああ、かわいい桜のピン(aww cute cherry blossom pin)

Tari would get a duck and smg3 would take the last one and would get a hoodie.

After a few hours everyone except Smg3 had left...

3: i bet u 20 bucks u wont drink the potion

4: wanna bet

3: bet.

Smg4 would grab the potion and start chugging it and would be empty in a few seconds.

Unknown to smg3.... smg4s eyes would have a hue of........ Pink?

3: dang i didn't think you would actually do it-

Smg3 would be getting his money out when smg4 would stop him.....

[glitcheslikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 2)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 2: Recover

Recover restored up to 50% of the users maximum HP, rounded down, and gas 20 pp. 

“Hello? Can I help you?” Sandy looked at you, puzzled. He worriedly took in your dishevelled appearance. 

“Are you the ‘Sandy’ everyone talks about? The one with the therapy cats?” You ask, and he brightens. 

“I am! What can I do for you?”

“I had… a jarring experience. I heard from the locals that you’re a trusted person to talk to, so…” 

Sandy nodded vehemently. “Yes, yes. Come in, sit.” He herded you in happily and sat you on the couch before retreating into the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind some chamomile tea?” He called out. 

You nodded, but then remembered that he couldn’t see you. “Sure.” 

A few moments later, Sandy returned with a tray of tea, the cups and pot being a cute cat theme. 

“Here you are.” 

“Thanks.” You were rather quiet for someone who actively sought out Sandy to talk to, so he decided to break the ice. 

“I haven’t seen you around before, are you new?” 

You gave him a wry smirk. “You could say that.” 

“Where are you from?” 

You asked. “Not from here, that’s for sure. That’s actually what I came to talk about…”

You then went into explanation about how you were in your home, ready to go to bed after a long day at work, before everything went black, and you woke up in this strange alleyway in a random city in a totally different country from where you’re from. 

Not the whole truth, but not a complete lie either. 

That worried the man immensely. “That’s really concerning.”

“Tell me about it.” You mutter from behind the cup. 

“Do you know anyone who would try and do that?” He asked and you shook your head. 

“Looks like we got a mystery gang.” You mumble reflexively. Sandy looks over to you in confusion and you wave him off. “Sorry, reflex.” 

You then went into talking about what you knew about your ‘kidnapping’ only for everything to begin unravelling into a two hour long conversation regarding your biggest fears and regrets. 

Two bottles of water, seven cups of tea and a sob session while holding Mo later, you were feeling much more refreshed than you’ve ever been.

“You said you were employed, but since you have no way home so far, you’re unemployed now?” Sandy started and you nodded. “How about you come work for my tea shop? I kinda need some extra hands, and I think you’d be perfect. You get great pay, and free tea.”

You looked like you were thinking over the idea in your head, when reality, it was a big, fat, “Yes! Thank you so much!”

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[b0nten]

GOT ME ALL WORKED UP

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ hanma hcs for a workaholic reader

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for the one and only ray <3 @hanmasdolly hopw you like em pookie bear <3 also not proofread <\3

tbh at first when he sees you working a lot he’s like really really confused

like… what are you doing? you’ve been glued to that notebook for 2 hours already. take a goddamn break?!

he’s actually super clingy when he wants to be so you focusing on your work all the time really threw him off, but he gradually he got used to it (thankfully)

once he got past his annoying, toddler-like stage, where he pulled your arm every three minutes to demand attention, he actually learned to enjoy being silent together.

but hold up, that took effort and patience 🤣🤣🤣 he was A LOTTTTT

literally a MAN CHILD. KICKED AND CRIED LIKE A BULLIED CHILD WHEN YOU COULDNT GO TO GANG MEETINGS WITH HIM BECAUSE YOU HAD, AGAIN, WORK TO FINISH UP

🎶 🎶 🎶 you kicked and cried, like a bullied child… a grown man of 6 foot 5 🎶 🎶 🎶

after a very very unpleasant fight though, you sat him down and explained that your work is not necessarily as important as him, but still it needs to be done.

you both agreed to make compromises and surprisingly hanma was actually being considerate and rational.

he demanded that every hour you take a twenty-minute break (you managed to negotiate it down to 15) and you weren’t allowed to do ANYTHING past 7:30pm. we love a time aware king.

also urged you to take at least one day a week as a rest day. just for yourself, to spend time with yourself (or him too, he’d definitely NOT mind at all)

you agreed, with some conditions of yours as well, albeit a bit more simple : you couldn’t come to trivial events such as gang meetings or certain parties (except his birthday or very, very important celebrations).

you also suggested he could spend time around you doing something too — reading, writing, cooking, painting— idea which at first sounded kinda dumb to him but hey, now hanma knows how to crochet and gets way more than the daily 20 minutes of reading done!

once the fiasco was resolved and you guys were past it, it was actual bliss. not only did you two get along better, but you also, weirdly got to know each other better.

ironically, even hanma forgot the curfew he set for you sometimes and you guys just spent all night talking — you doing your thing, and hanma crocheting a new blanket.

literally so lovely istg

and it’s really wholesome that this became a habit you brought with you into your adulthood as well — just basking in each others’ presence. nothing more, nothing less.

[ghostismybbygorl]

You're ours

Alright my thirsties time to feed you with some

Soap x ghost x afab! reader

Nsfw

Minors do not interact

Summary: you grew tired of ghost and decided to try someone and something new.

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, anal play, anal, threesome, uhh sex stuff you know. Consent is key to a threesome bitches

word count: 2,86

i proof read it with grammary but i don't know if it corrected anything so sorry not sorry

You grew tired of fucking just ghost, you wanted to branch out and see other people. The two of you established that the relationship was strictly friends with benefits and that if he heard anything about it he’ll break it off immediately so, the thought of you fucking someone else wasn’t a concern of it to him. You decided that ghost should be jealous of you and make you his girl to fuck. You thought of what to do and decided that it was time to pick a new partner. You walked into the kitchen area in search to find him. You passed ghost without looking and walked right up to soap. He was of course shoving food in his mouth acting as if he didn't just eat 3 hours ago. You sat next to him pulling out your phone and scrolling through TikTok. You found a video that made you giggle. Soap looked over to see what you where giggling at and you showed him,

“Oh thats fucking funny!” he laughed “you gotta send me that!” 

“What’s your number ill text you it” you smiled (your plan had worked)

You handed your phone to him and he put his number in 

Soap😈 

He then took a selfie of himself and handed it to you. You glanced at ghost to find him staring daggers into you. 

“What what are you doing tonight?” you asked 

“Not much thinking bout just playin some games, what about you?” he replied scooping another piece of food into his mouth.

“I was thinking about getting a couple of friends together since I'm in my hometown and hit the city for some drinks.” you put your hand on his arm “ you should totally go!’ you’d love my friends and we can bring gaz, price, and ghost” 

“That does sound fun! Hey, LT you wanna go out? y/n is thinking about getting the gang together to the city!” soap pointed his spoon toward him 

Ghost shook his head “can’t got paperwork to do.”

You put your hands on your cheeks “cmooonnn ghoosty we’d have so much fun!” (and i can get you jelous)

Ghost rolled his eyes “ill think about it”

You got up ruffled soaps hair “ill text you the deeds” 

Soap nodded shoving another spoonful of food

“Shes cute” he said to ghost

Ghost sighed through his nose “Stay away from her she’s trouble”

“Yet you say that to anyone who you dont trust” 

“Im usually right” ghost got out of his chair and walked past soap bending down pulling his mask up slightly 

“also i  have 20 minutes of free time” he bit soaps ear and walked away pulling his mask down with soap trailing behind him like a puppy. 

You planned on meeting your friends at 7 and that you’d take a uber over. Ghost, gaz, and soap, surprising price and a couple other soldiers decided to join. You met your friends and introduced them to everyone. You clung on to soap like glue the whole night laughing at his dry jokes grazing you hand next to his, accidentally touching his hand when he bought you drinks. Your plan is doing well because before the team got in the uber soap whispered 

“ my room one hour” you knew you he snagged the bait. 

You stood in front of soap's door gently knocking on it. He opened and in one swift move he had you pinned against the wall your legs wrapped around him in a heated kiss 

“Ive wanted to fuck you all night” he growled “cheeky little minx thinking you're sly with the gentle touches” 

he trailed his lips down your neck leaving a hickey visible for the naked eye to see. He threw you down onto the bed taking off your clothes and trailing his mouth down towards your slit leaving hickeys all over your body. Ghost will definitely see these next time he fucks you. You moaned when soap licked your folds watching your eyes. He kissed your pussy

“Im gonna make you scream tonight lass.” he licked again “gonna make you feel really good” 

he dove in eating you out like it was his last meal making you squirm and whimper trying to stay quiet. 

“C’mom baby let it all out i want to hear your name roll of that sexy mouth of yours.”

 He shoved two fingers in you causing you to gasp and let out a loud moan “mmmmmmuh soap!” 

he let out a low growl sucking on your clit. You started to feel build up in you heat. Clenching hard around soaps fingers

 “that it love, fucking cum all over my hands”

 he pumped them faster hitting your g-spot every time. You moaned his name like it was a prayer grabbing onto his hair as your rode out your orgasm. 

Soap moaned “taste so fucking good baby i could eat you out all day” 

he gave another lick over your clit before he started trailing kisses up your body eventually getting to your lips. He left gentle kisses then proceeded to take his shirt and jeans off revealing his hard-on under his briefs. He palmed himself enjoying the view of you “youch yourself” he said hovering over you. You did as he wanted rubbing your sensitive clit. He kissed your nipple and started sucking it and palming the other occasionally switching sides while you chased your high “mnh soap i-i cant” you sighed out “need help” soap let go of your breast and smirked trailing his hand down to finger you again. You pulled your hands away so he could please you but he grabbed it and set it back on your clit.

 “Lets do this together yeah?” 

you nodded starting to rub soft circles. He kissed you gently nipping at your lip smirking

 “ youre so fucking sexy i could please you all night” 

he quickened his pace causing your breath to hitch you let out another loud moan. You rubbed your clit faster feeling your body shake as you rode your seccond orgasm

“god i want you so baaad” you cried out sqirting all over his hands

“please soap i want you to fuck me~” you panted

Soap took his finger out of you licking them 

“ you want me eh? Gotta work for it first” 

He pulled his breifs down revealing his dick. You gawked at it. He was about average size but he was thick and uncut. Soap pulled yoh out of your trance 

“Never seen a dick before?” 

You stumbled over gently grabbing it in your hamds pumping it a couple times watching the foreskin move up and down mesmerized by it. Soap chuckled

 “never seen one like this?”

“No” you mumbled shyly “everyone ive been with have been cut”

Soap tilted your head up

“Bout to change your perspective” he winked 

You wrapped your lips around the tip gently dragging your tongue up the frenulum stopping causing a soap to hitch his breath 

“Fuuck~” he moand gripping your hair and pushing your head lower 

“C,mon love take it all in that pretty mouth of yours” 

You looked up at him licking from the base up to the tip bobbing your head up and down. Soap groaned at the sight of you taking his length in your mouth. You sped up your pace your finger reaching up to touch his balls. You gently cupped them in your hand lightly moving them. 

“Oh fuuck” he moaned louder “fuck you're taking me so well fuuuck~” 

You you slapped the inside of his thigh him releasing your hair 

“Y’alright?” He asked

You gave his dick one last up with it leaving a wet pop.

“Spread your legs” you comanded 

He did as told and you gently pressed your finger on his taint 

“Is this okay” you ask

You knew some men aren't okay with what you where about to do. 

He nodded and you moved your finger to his hole

“What about this?” You said gently putting the tip of your finger in

A low grumble came from his chest 

“Fuckin do anything you want princess im all yours.

You smirked, grabbing his cock and sucking it hard. Soap groaned loudly. you slid your finger in gently toying with his prostate. He gripped your hair hard thrusting his hips to the pace he wanted to feel his pleasure builting up 

“Oh fucking christ” he whined “fucking feel so goood~ oh shiiit~”

You quickened your pace now shoving a second digit slowly. You watched as his face scrunched up groaning loudly as he spilled his seed into your mouth. You slolwy fingered him until he came down from your high. 

“Fuckin hell” he sighed flopping down onto the bed. He grabbed your hips moving you like you where nothing to him. 

“Get on my hips” he said setting you down on too of him. You straddled him resting your hands on his chest waiting for the next command hes gonna give you

“So fucking beautiful love, im gonna fuck the shit out of you” he panted 

Soap started rubbing your clit softly causing you to rock your hips on his limp dick

“Thats it love make me hard with that wet pussy of yours he said grabbing your hip with his other hand and rocking your hips faster. You leaned down gently kissing him as he helped you chase your high of your third release. Your body started to shake as your next orgasm came crashing down on you 

“UHHHH~ JOHNNY~” you yelled cumming over his now harded length 

Soap grabbed your hips position himself into you. You rocked your hips back and forward riding your orgasm out. 

“God yer so fuckin tight” he groaned holding your hips and thrusting into them. You yelled his name out as his pace quickened 

“GOD DONT STOP JHONNY OH FUCK~”

Ghost ears perked up when walked passed soaps room hearing the animalistic sounds emitting from his room. He knew those moans immediately. He opened the door quietly coming im and closing the door locking it shut. He loomed in the corner watching the two of you fuck. He felt himself grow harder from the sight. He started palming himself. You looked over to see him smirking you slammed your hips down soaps length hard causing him to moan louder

 “fuckin hell”  ghost muttered now taking his dick out of his pants and stroking it. He walked over to the two of you grabbing soaps cheeks peeling the gaze away from you to ghosts throbbing cock. 

“Suck” was the only command soap needed

He hallowed out his cheeks and took his whole length in ghost rocked his hips into his mouth setting a steady pace. He lifted his mask cupping your face kissing you gently while you rode soap. 

“Such a pretty little pet” he groaned grabbing your breast and playing with your nipple  having a moan escape from your lips. Ghost push his cock out of soaps mouth grabbed the lube on the night stand pouring it in his hand stroking some on his length. He sat behind you rubbing your clit  with one hand and fingering soaps hole with the other hand  prepping him. You felt another wave of pleasure coming over you causing you to moan both of the boys name. Ghost sucked the hickies that soap made and mumbled “youre fucking mine pet” he glanced at soap who nodded. Ghost slowly sunk his cock into his hole causing soap to groan loudly. 

“Youre. All. Fuckin.  mine.” He said thrusting into soap. Ghost held onto your hips moving them with his pace groaning into your neck nipping love bites down to your shoulders. 

“Gonna cum” soap groaned scrunching his face up ready for his release. Ghost pulle out of him slapping his thigh

“Not youre not, y/n get off on him and sit” he pointed to soaps face. You nodded sitting on his face. Simon inserted himself back into johnny making him moan in between the folds of your pussy. He sucked on your clit fingering your hole. You groaned 

“God fuck johnny!” You grinded into his face his nose hitting your clit 

“Fuck~” you yelled 

“That's it love cum for johnny let him lap it up” he haid pounding into soap harder. You released your orgasm screaming. Soap inserted his tongue into your hole lapping up the remaining wetness from your  orgasm.

“C’mere” ghost groaned posting you into doggy style. 

He pulled out of soap

“gotta clean myself, johnny entertain our pet until i get back.”

Soap pouted “can i cum please” stroking his cock slowly 

“Finish in her” 

Soap looked at you then back at ghost 

“Shes got an iud and on the pill” he said 

“We test regularly as well” you replied grabbing soaps hand and pulling it so he can position himself in you. Ghost rubbed himself as johnny lined himself up slowly rocking his hips into him causing you to wine. 

“Fuck” ghost whisperd heading to soaps bathroom. He turned on the shower listening to the moans emitting from the bedroom. 

Soap had his hand pinned onto the back of your neck slamming into your hips 

“Fuck you feel so good im gonna bust a fat load in you baby” his pace quickened fucking yoh until you screamed out his name having another oragsm. He came with you with a loud moan. 

“Oi you two get in here” ghost helled from the shower

You got up only to have your legs shake from the lingering orgasm. Soap got up and picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. The two of you stepped into the shower revealing ghosts scarred face and muscular body. You where already position yourself against the wall ready to take his length. Ghost positioned himself behind you bottoming out into your wet pussy his precum mixing with johnnys seed. He moaned loudly 

“So fucking tight. Fuckin love this pussy” he started fucking you hard grabbing your hips handling you like a ragdog. Soap started getting hard again from the sight of ghost fucking the living shot out of you. He grabbed ghosts hips causing him to slow down inviting him into his hole

“You prepped” he asked lining himself up

“Yeah” ghost grunted

Johnny slid into ghost with a loud moan emitting from both of them. 

“You want me to set the pace?” Soap panted

“Mhm” ghost whined holding on to your hips harder leaving bruises. Soap slowly moved in and out of ghosts ass slowly pick up the pace causing a moaning mess from the three of you. 

“M’gonna cum agaim” you moaned feeling the weight of the two men pound each other from behind harder 

“Go ahaid princess cum all over my cock” ghost growled cauing you to release into a euphoric pleasure tightening your walls around ghosts cock

Ghost loudly groaned as he shot his load inside you his seed mixing with soaps

Soap pulled out stroking himself 

“Fuuck” he moaned “want. another. round.” 

“Clean yourself and you can have her” 

You and ghost got out of the shower drying each other off before heading back to the bed 

“Need a break love” he asked gently holding you 

You nodded “just a little one i want to try another position though” 

“And whats that?”

“I suck your cock and johnny fucks me from behind” you say rubbing circles into his chest

“I can do that” ghost said

You got on your knees taking his half hard length into your hands 

“Gotta make you hard first”

Simon groaned as you licked his tip. You bobbed your head feeling him get hard again. 

“On your knees soldier” you said tapping his thigh. Ghost did as you told.

You started bobbing your head faster hollowing oht your cheeks taking all of him in.

Soap walked out of the shower and saw the sight your ass up in the air waiting for his cock to enter you. He got on the bed positioning himself in you. “Fucking wanted to do this position” he moaned setting a pace to fit you to not choke on Ghost's dick. He quickened his pace making you moan on ghosts cock.

“Fuuckin ah fuuck mn” soap moaned “fucking bout to-” he groaned spilling his cum into you. Ghost came shortly after putting his hand on soaps shoulder as he rode his orgasm

“Fuckkin hell” he groaned

“Fucking great sex” soap panted 

He held his hand up “up top” 

Ghost glared at him and rolled his eyes giving him a highfive. They both pulled out of you and laid down pulling you into their arms. You nizzed into ghosts chest with soap spooning you 

“Did you high fived simon while still in me?” you asked 

“Hell yeah” soap panted “not everyday you have a threesome” 

“It could be” ghost replied giving you a wink

You giggled getting up to clean yourself in the bathroom. You walked over to the boys soap on ghosts right side you joining him on his left pulling the covers over the three of you. “Guess this is going to be a regular thing” you thought drifing off into a sweet slumber

[st-armand]

Plug!Hobie x Fem!Reader Part 2

Authors Note: Vomited this out because I couldnt stop thinking about him <3, I was going to add perverted hobie a touch in there but opted to save it for another time.

Content Warnings: black reader, fem reader, drug use, use of the n word once, weed smoking, suggestive

Masterlist • Part 1

You message Hobie within the hour,

“Hey punk boy pull up here to get your food and shit.”

“Punk boy?” “Alright I’ll be ‘here soon”

You gave him the location of a train station a block away from your home, Hobie has no issues with not knowing your place, he’s seen the neighborhood, one that was here before the V.E.N.O.M. occupation, a remnant of old NYC.

Hobie arrives quicker than expected, not only because he can carelessly swing throughout the city, but he’s embarrassingly excited to get the chance to talk to you alone.

When Hobie throws you a text that he’s here, you jump up anxiously assuming you’d have a bit more time to get acclimated.

You throw on some slides and your adidas track pants to hurry to the station with a reusable shopping bag carrying 4 containers of food and the cash nestled inside a cute baggie you found lingering in your home.

He’s trying to be as inconspicuous as he can despite the fact the sticks out like a sore thumb, a random punk, and while he is black and easily fits into the community racially and ethnically, he knows he can be seen as an easy lick, especially to petty criminals and gang members who think they can size him up, he doesn’t want to get pressed with weed on him, even if he’s prepared to fight it’s still inconvenient for him. He leans on a bus stop pole (You know the exact lean I’m talking about too) back pressed and slightly arched, shirt riding up his abdomen.

When you do finally spot his lanky ass you’re mesmerized by his effortless persona, you wonder if you could ever have a mask as unshakable as his. He does see you staring, his eyes find you easily in at the busy intersection filled with food carts, fruit and vegetable stands, and of course elderly Latinas selling snacks, and all kind of cold treats for the muggy day.

When you do come up to him you’re not too sure how to break the ice, every possible starter interaction feels forced, uncomfortable or uptight, but you try anyway, you want your weed, you want to go home, and you kind of want him, but that can be explored on another day, you always get the people you’ve set your sights on and now Hobie is added to that arsenal.

“Hey punk boy, got your treats,”

“Well ‘bout time you showed up, feels like I been waitin’ forever”

He hasn’t, you both know that, he especially so consider it took only 20 minutes to swing to the area, but you don’t need to know that or his alternative identity as the protector of formerly NYC, New London.

You hand over the shopping bag with the food and money, and expectantly hold your hand out in a handshake (I do this with my plug, he dabs me up and we exchange the weed through our hands like that).

He looks at you confused, and instead rummages through his sling bag (I headcanon that very few of his pants have fully functional pockets, so he makes all kinds of accessorized bags to carry his stuff ) to give you a brown paper bag, a mason jar inside of it.

You look at it, then him as he’s looking over the meals you’ve packed, not even bothering to count the cash, he knows a person like you wouldn’t short him, especially with how desperate you looked for some bud earlier.

You inspect the mason jar, and gawk.

The slick bastard gave you and OUNCE, not even comparable to the food and money you’ve given him, there must be a catch.

“This ain’t what I paid for nigga.”

Another boisterous laughs ripples through him, “Consider it a welcomin’ gift, gotta watch over the community and hotties like you in it right? I always give freebies, plus it looked like you really needed it.”

You’re shocked by his generosity but it doesn’t fully absolve the apprehension you have.

The next few times you keep the same routine until one day you’re feeling extra bold, in an especially eye-catching outfit, you invite him to your apartment.

“Wanna come over to smoke with me for a bit?”

Hobie knows he has patrol in a few hours, and he prefers to not be inebriated while acting as Spiderman, but fuck he wants to be in your apartment draped in your scent, and letting the space fill with the earthy smell of marijuana, he wonders if he can keep your perfume on his body all night just by being your vicinity. Its safe to say he’s a bit smitten, and your unreadable personality draws him in the learn more about you.

“Yeah sure let me check if ‘m free” Hobie doesn’t check shit, just closes his eyes letting a few beats in time pass before opening them again. “Yeah I don’ have anyt’ing else to do.” You don’t call him out for his actions, you roll your eyes and huff in annoyance, but nevertheless you lead the way back to your place.

Hobie lingers behind you, taking in the surroundings of the generationally inhabited homes, some of them extremely derelict compared to the freshly renovated and constructed luxury apartments that the bourgeois New Londoners occupy a few blocks over, a blatant exhibition on poverty and gentrification.

He also can’t complain about the view of your hips as they switch with every firm step, or the way with certain moves over cracked pavements, causes your thong to peek out from the waistband of your jeans.

The pair of you finally make it back to your own family-owned home, he lets you take the lead to unlock the doors and usher him in, you hesitate, you want to tell him to get comfy but you hate when people except you sit on the old furniture with outside clothes on.

But Hobie is an extremely considerate house guest, he takes of his heavy doc martens.

(Yes I know about the N*zi history, but I also think that Jewish people and alternative folks who actively protect the their communities from white supremacy can reclaim them, also they’re great for stomping people out, I know from experience…)

And he makes no complaints when you lay a blanket over the sectional to cover the worn-down furniture. He rolls up wordlessly once seated (as any real man does, girls and gays don’t roll for themselves).

He doesn’t ask you to lick the papers sealant this time, but you wished he did so you can make an entire theatrical performance of it, especially when his gangly legs are parted so wide, tray in his studded lap—resonating clanks when the metal rolling tray hits them with every shuffle of his body, or how his pierced eyebrows furrow in concentrating, gnawing at the inside of his lip ring, you could get used to this sight.

You dawdle around the apartment, getting your own weed, straightening up any stray clothes including a few pairs of underwear that were strewn about within the piles, clearing the coffee table before sitting down on the other side of the couch causing it to sink around your weight.

“Thanks for rolling Hobie”

“You should never have to roll your own weed, ‘orgeous”

Now this you can get used to, you may not be entirely interested in a partner right now, but having a personal roller seems like an awfully great idea, especially if your rolling machine is Hobie.

Hobie silently hands you the first blunt, lets you light it, keeping close watch to the way you inhale, one, two, three puffs before opening your lips for the air to cool the vapor before inhaling it sharply.

You don’t cough, nor do you choke, an experienced smoker like himself he notes, mesmerized by your reddened heavy-lidded eyes, smoke billowing around you.

Hobie rolls his head along the back of the sectional, inhaling, holding the searing vapor in his throat, long neck and adam’s apple on display, the protrusion bobbing with every flex his throat, a slow exhale of weed smoke from his full, lipstick-stained lips swells in the space.

You’re spellbound by his neck and lips you want to litter his body in bruises and bites, and the high makes the urge to lick and pull at the sterling metal of his lip piercing, drawing his mouth closer to her own, but that was a fantasy for now.

In ambient space of your living room you talk about your ideas, and goals, rambling on about the mundane daily occurrences you both. Hobie adores the fact that you have similar politics to him, maybe you’re more a bit more rigid like a Maoist or a Marxist, or even unlabeled in the work you do political, you might have disagreements over how the world should look post revolution, but you confide in him that you feel protected with a figure like Spiderman handling N*zis and fascists, capitalist and villains of all kinds.

Hobie swells at the compliment, but he chooses to nod eagerly and gauge you more about Spiderman.

“You make the bloke seem p’etty cool, ya know?”

“Have you seen his outfit, Spiderman radiates cool! And he keeps crime to a minimum, despite the infrastructural damage afterwards” you’d laugh.

These visits start happening more regularly, both of your mind’s filled with lingering thoughts of each other and texts compiling of political discourse online, or news of other revolutionaries around the world burrowing through trenches, or with guerilla warfare, taking their freedom by their own means.

You love to send him photos of you smoking the weed you buy from him, lightly dimmed room, puffy lips with a line of soot from the joint marking them up, eyes glossed over, face illuminated by the selfie cameras flash.

He hoards these photos on a locked album in his gallery, but he’s recently taken to bringing along a film camera to snap a few shots of you lounging around the living room, light casting a glint across your irises that drape down your figure in a golden sliver of light, he can’t help but to engrain that visage of you into his brain, even if that means hanging it with his other captured memories.

(Remember my random headcanon about trinkets, I think when Hobie starts getting an influx of film photos he keeps them in a laminated photo album that he flips through when he’s feeling melancholy about his duties as Spiderman, it helps him ground him to the feeling of why he does it, and why he sacrifices his body everyday.)

He even lets you borrow the camera to snap portraits of him too, which he’s surprised your incredibly good at when he receives the final print from a friend who works at a film development studio. He gives you these photos and only a few of the copious he shoots of you, and you don’t pry about what he does with them either, when he hands you a few of the ones you took of him he says a quip like,

“Always wan’ you think’ about me luv” Or “ You ‘et see my ‘andsome face every day huh?”

Over time a friendship cultivates between the two of you, but who will push the boundaries between platonic to something more romantic, and possibly very sensual. Maybe the sensual part before the romantic, just to test the waters first.

[jojojoy1]

2% - Song fic

Ajax Petropolus x reader

You and Ajax were complete opposites. No one understood how you worked as a couple and no one expected you to last very long. Both of your families said you would break up before the end of the school year. It annoyed both of you. You loved Ajax, so what if you were complete opposites, that's what made you work. Ajax had low grades, was mostly oblivious to anything going on in the world and everyone knew he was a stoner, in all contexts. You were a straight A student, you could play just about any instrument and you never smoked a day in your life. But you worked, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

One day, you, Ajax, Enid, Xavier and Wednesday were sat at lunch, a common topic between your friends was your and Ajax's relationship.

"So what did your mum say this time?" Enid asked you, biting into her steak sandwich.

"Well, she said we're just crazy kids who can't know what love is until we graduate."

"That's ridiculous!" Enid exclaimed.

"I agree" Said Wednesday, this took everyone by surprise as she never comments on this topic, "My parents started being annoyingly in love at nevermore, why can't you?"

"Ajax, didn't you speak to your mum recently? What'd she say about Y/N?" Xavier said, curious.

"The usual, 'Why can't you see this is just a silly teenage fling that will be over in two months' bullshit." Ajax replied, annoyed.

...

Every friday night your little gang would meet up in Xavier's shed to hang out and unwind from the week. Normally Ajax would meet you at your dorm, but when he knocked on your door Yoko answered.

"Hey Ajax, if you're looking for Y/N she already left like an hour ago."

"But I always meet her here at 7. Where'd she go?"

"No clue, to be honest, I thought she was already with you."

"Well thanks, I'll just call everyone else and see if they've seen her."

"'Kay, bye." Yoko said as she closed the door.

"Bye" Ajax said as he was texting Xavier to see if he's seen you.

When no one said they'd seen you everyone went searching. They were walking through the corridors when they could here a piano and soft singing.

Everyone thinks that we won't make it far

Let's blow their minds

How old do you have to be to say you're in love?

10, 15, 20, 21?

"Guys!" Enid whisper-shouted, beckoning everyone over to the music room where you were sat singing.

The world seems to have their doubts about us

But I don't understand how they get a say

'Cause they don't even know us

Everyone stood in silence listening, admiring, your voice.

This is for the young ones in love

Not going by the rule of thumb

The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?

For you 'cause they don't have a clue

Of the extent that teenagers go to

At least make an attempt

I'll take a chance of 2%

Ajax could swear that he fell in love all over again just hearing what you had written about your relationship, showing how much love you held for him and how confident you were in your relationship surviving, despite what others say.

Everyone thinks that we're just crazy kids

Let's prove them wrong

How old do you think we'll be when we look back and laugh?

36, 52, 81?

Ajax knew right then and there that, no matter the comments your relationship brought, he was gonna marry you.

The world seems to have their doubts about us

But I don't understand how they get a say

'Cause they don't even know us

This is for the young ones in love

Not going by the rule of thumb

The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?

For you 'cause they don't have a clue

Of the extent that teenagers go to

At least make an attempt

I'll take a chance of 2%

Everyone else switched between watching you and watching Ajax. They didn't need to be mind readers to know what was going one in his head. He was lost in the music being created by the woman he loves, and they all knew that.

We were meant to be, it's written in the pages

Here comes the third degree

They're mad we haven't graduated

You're holding on to me

And I know you won't let go

When those words left your mouth everyone knew, no matter what, you and Ajax would stick together and face the world with each other.

This is for the young ones in love

Not going by the rule of thumb

The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?

For you 'cause they don't have a clue

Of the extent that teenagers go to

At least make an attempt

We are the young ones in love

Not going by the rule of thumb

The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?

For you 'cause they don't have a clue

Of the extent that teenagers go to

At least make an attempt

I'll take a chance of 2%

2%

This is for the young ones, for the young ones, yeah

Oh, I'll take a chance of 2%

When you stopped singing everyone started clapping, even Wednesday. It startled you but when you saw who it was the biggest smile appeared on your face. Ajax started walking over to you and he was all you could focus on.

"That was beautiful." He said, mesmerised.

"You weren't suppose to hear it." You said shyly.

"Do you really think we're gonna be together forever?"

"We're gonna be together longer the forever." You said as you stood from the piano.

Ajax placed his hands on your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.

"I love you." He said, staring into your eyes making you feel so happy to have found your soulmate so young.

"I love you too." Then he lent in, kissing you. The kiss was filled with so much love and passion, you didn't want it to end. That kiss reassured you that you would be with Ajax forever, even if your families didn't understand the love you had for each other. You don't need them to understand. It's your life, your relationship, you know what you feel, that's all you need.

[imeternallylove]

Prepared for takeoff - S.Strange

Pairing: Flight Crew!Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: aw just fuffly hahah

warning: implied make out idk should it be‘warning’ or not lel

word: approx 2.6k

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"All flight attendants please prepare for takeoff."

Captain Strange's deep voice filled the aircraft all at once, and you attempted to hide the shudder that raced up your spine as you stowed away the trolley for departure; when you were helping, Captain Strange would always make his voice a little deeper. As you took your jump seat alongside Christina, who is side eyeing you in distaste before scoffing, a faint smile formed across your face.

"Wipe that smug look off your face Y/N, we're mid flight." She corrects and you fiddles with your fingers in your lap, turning your head ever so slightly to look around the corner at the handsome, broad shoulders of your captain for today's trip from New York to Oslo. You wasn’t ashamed to say the sigh you let out when while leaning into you palm, dreamily as they begin assent isn't boredom induced.

The sound of Christina unbuckling beside you is heard a few minutes later and you grins at the rest of girly crew gang widely in silent gratitude as the younger had agreed to trade your own number four position as Galley-coach to Christina’s number one serving first class to be close to their dreamy pilot. 

First thing you do after unbuckling is go to greet the pilots for a second time, as you had only gotten to say a short hello earlier so instead you step into the cockpit, leaning close to the blue suited man and wrapping his arms slowly over his shoulders and down his chest as  if in mock massage before resting his chin against the crook of his neck.

"Good to see you again, captains." You breathe, not missing the smirk rising to Stephen’s face as he keeps his eyes straight ahead.

"How is my favorite flight attendant? Are you well rested? You'll need to be for our date after we land." He teases and you puff your cheeks while playing with the pins on the your collar.

"My rules are simple, and the first is that I can talk about anything related to my job on the flight." You grin with a shade of red on your lips, leaning towards his side to make his heart ache, then let him just glimpse your thighs beneath your tight tiny skirt, paired with your black high heels, which make you look utterly fascinated. Well, you know how to make your short-term lure during flight swing berserk.

The first few hours of the flight were, predictably, boring. Doting on first class passengers wasn't resilient for you, and most of the men and women slept while you served beverages or snacks; you weren't obliged to put forth any kind of effort for it, and the way you worked as a flight attendant illustrates that it's nothing new.

Around three hours in, you sought a break and trudged over to the bunks for a short siesta. You walk in after giving the pilot a worn out, smiling nod. However, before you could even close the curtain to your bunk; your back end up by get forced up against the wall, a hard, powerful arm wrapping around your waist.

"We have already squandered three hours of our time together. Miss, I would really like to enjoy the sweetness of your voice for more than just the safety demonstration." Before you leaned up and pushed your lips to the pilot's face, the owner of the baritone voice murmurs, wiping the locks of hair from your tired eyes.

"You're so hot, Steph, but I don't think I can give up my rest time, even for your adorable face." You mumble, slipping your hands beneath the taller's jacket and untucking his neatly ironed shirt to push against your chiseled, warm body. "But.. If you leave your door cracked for me at the hotel, I promise to make it worthy."

"That's quite a big pledge." Stephen grins and glides his hand down his back onto your thighs. "On the contrary, you always deliver though, don't you?" He mumbles, lightly kissing your ear. "We have a 20-hour layover; if you don't let me take you out this time, I have a feeling I'll go insane." He breathes heavily.  "You've played dirty minds and tricks on me more than once, and I've never been able to do anything further." 

“Oh? Like erm- you want me to tell ya my hobbies and favorite foods? Well, I’m allergies to ginger, you already knows." You divide away his ardent contact while nudging the door open, signifying that you intend for Stephen to leave, and Barry stumbles in, undoubtedly ready for a break, before freezing with startled eyes and hurrying out with a slur. 'I'll give you both 2 minutes.'

You chuckled, waving an innocent bye-bye to Barry while sending him your sensual wink.

"I'll make sure you get that date, honey. I promise." You redirect your attention to Stephen, caressing the corner of the content captain's jaw before leading him out and returning to your bunk with a cheesy smirk on your whole face.

The water has reached boiling point, and you like it quite a lot.

It wasn't always so tense between them. You remember when you two first met; you were a brand new hire, steadily making friends within your airline with your bright smile and loud sense of humour, but that day when you stepped onto the plane for a quick flight from HNL to KIX and Christina nudged you shoulder, playfully greeting your greeting with a wry smile.

"Did you see today's crew? Heard we've got some hot pilots." She sings tunes that make you blink in awe.

"Pilots? Have they arrived yet?" You whisper, and Barry sighs and tosses his head before stiffening and peering over your shoulder, causing you to glance around attentively.

You first encountered the one of a pilot on the broad, strong chest of a tall, lean man with light brown hair bursting out from beneath his pilot cap. His deep blue eyes were fixed on you, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as the rest of the crew gaped, yet you both stayed like this long enough for a long, strong arm to wrap flirtatiously around your waist.

"I'm Leroy, the second captain for this flight, and you are?" He spoke meticulously and lightly shaking his hand with yours. It made you blush before you two parted ways as a taller man walked hurriedly past you. 

"King, keep an eye on your ass, Y/N is part of this crew." He tsks, as if reprimanding a youngster, but it appears to work, as Leroy draws his arm away from you as if he's been scorched. You turn to read the first captain's squinted eyes, who shrugs his head in counterfeit scorn before disappearing into his cock pit without saying another word.

Behind people around, you pinching your bottom lips.

The flight went about as well as you'd expect after that. You worked First Class on that flight as well and with every soft offer of coffee or tea to the, possibly, fatigued pilots ended in a dismissive glare from the taller, cold first captain.

Captain Strange's startlingly deep voice came over the speaker, demonstrating his dominance over Leroy, as Barry and Christina described (the co-pilot never did the announcement). Strange was a genius in every way. The more two of your friends talked him about the athletic, intellectual, musically inclined man with a secure job and a passion for cooking, the more enraged you became. Mr. Perfect didn't even know you one bit, and yet he immediately despised and judged you based on his foolish guts due to the minor blunder of establishing out eyes contact with Leroy's for two seconds.

He didn't let that bother his trip however. That night the crew ended up all going to dinner in the city of Osaka. They had a late afternoon pick up in the lobby so they were happy to explore the foreign city all night. Turns out Mr. Perfect was also a damn good translator and was the only way the coworkers managed to order their food. 

Strange ordered you ginger sauce despite your allergies, you swear, not that the staff made a mistake.

You told the chefs you couldn't have any of ginger in your food with dead glare and ready-to-kill smile, and they all understand that. You then heard an 'Oh' from the grumpy man next you, who looked damn cute in his tight ripped jeans and hoodie, his hair was just the right amount of a bit curly with metallic curls around the corners of his hairline that made you want to play with it. If he wasn't so irritated at you all the time, you'd be the one dry humping his awkwardly long limbs on the small casual bar's dance floor instead of downing another shot that your fragile body probably couldn't and shouldn't handle, because right now, every part of you is glowing red.

You absolutely no memory of how you reached back to the hotel, and you don't attempt to fantasize about how you hauled your drowsy form to the suite. 

Later on the plane heading back to Hawaii, Stephen Strange whispers to you precisely in your ears and it is extremely hazardous closeness while the two of you strolled pass through the gate into the plane.

"La Bouche Rouge Nude, nice choice."

You were completely distracted the entire flight, serving red wine although your passengers only needed mineral water, and Stephen Strange is the only one reason to be blamed.

You scolded him inside your head all the way from the terminal through an uber to your apartment, and even until you drifted asleep.

Praying that he won't be your captain on the next flight.

"You look bored." Again, Stephen says, it's excessively close to your ear. So, now you're all in Sydney, spending time in the bar since everyone on the crew has 14 hours for wander here before to get back to New York. And, if you aren't erroneously this is nearly your 36th flight with Captain Strange. By now, it has been over a year.

You turned and immediately regretted it because the first captain has locked you up against the bar, a huge grin on his face as you tried to lean back but the booze and warmth of the body in front of you convince you differently. You can smell the alcohol on your pilot and know you shouldn't be playing this dangerous game, but the look this man gives you as you lean in, never taking your gaze away from his lips until they're finally locked together in such a passionate and lustful kiss that you can't remember how you both got back to the hotel.

Only that you were halfway into his pants by the time they got to the lobby, which lead to the most incredible night of sex that the young Y/L/N had ever had.

The next morning was...horrible. You awoke after Stephen, who was staring at you from across the bed. As you sat up, he brought you a bagel with cream cheese already spread and a glass of orange juice. You and he stayed silent till you finished your light meal.

Stephen brought you a water bottle before gently and sweetly touching your face, making you dizzy once again. You immediately rushed back to your room, forcing your dress back on and saying softly that you needed to clean up and wash your uniform. You did your best to ignore Stephen's dimples, without looking back at the pilot, who was watching you from his own door frame.

You felt much better after going back to sleep and snoozing until the very last second before gathering yourself and meeting the group downstairs in uniform. You tried not to notice the eyes on you, but every now and then his damn stare would meet and you'd be the first to look away; the cycle continued until they boarded the plane and Stephen finally grabbed your wrist, forcing you into the lavatory and pressing your body into the tiny sink as he hovered over you, breathing down your neck.

"At least look at me." He hisses, and you hiss back, raising your eyes to see the frustrated man who gently grips the side of your face. "Last night was fantastic." He speaks again, surprising you into silence so that you only nod, agreeing too enthusiastically that your cheeks flush with shame.

"But you ran away." He goes on, and you raise your head, softly biting your lip before your captain kisses you, forcing that cursed lip out of the confines of your teeth. "You were beautiful." As you sheepishly poke at his chest, he complements you and you feel like you're back in high school. The captain responded to your bashful response with delicate kisses on the light brunette's neck. "I'd like to take you out." The powerful man mutters against your hot skin, and you nod in return, fiddling with Stephen's coat lapels before pressing a soft kiss to his lips and finally leaving the tight room.

But after that, every flight you had together became a game of cat and mouse. Stephen was serious about the dating thing, insisting on the steward giving you an opportunity to sweep you off your feet on every trip they took together. But Mr. Perfect only made you nervous and sometimes you felt irritated.

Because. Sex was simple. Sex is a drug, and the brilliant, handsome, and charming pilot would get lost in the throes of desire, unable to truly express his love for any woman on plane. So why should you put your trust in them?

When you landed at Heathrow, you didn't have to wait long for the hotel shuttle since Stephen's warm arms were wrapped around your petite frame, murmuring soothing words into where your sensitive spot would be aroused. You'd noticed Stephen was fluent in an annoying number of languages over the last year of working together, including English, as he helped the driver in cutely accented British English that made your heart flutter and your fingers squeeze ever so slightly around Stephen's, eliciting a soft but toothy smile in response.

How can you deny the adorableness that he is? Right?

Over the course of that brief bus ride, you persuaded yourself to go on that date and sent Stephen off to your own room to get dressed with a long kiss in the corridor. You bath had a painfully nice time with all of the necessary giggling and cuddling before making the long walk back to the hotel since neither of you wanted it to end.

By watching him munching his noodle from the Chinese cuisine shop, you mentally swallowed your own opinions about the two of you having little chemistry outside of the bedroom.

To be honest, it was frightening how much they had in common. Stephen, like you, was a true nerd who enjoyed anime and arcade games. He was amusing and far too relaxed to be around on your first date, but everything just seemed perfect.

If you didn't know any better, you could believe in soulmates.

When Stephen dropped you off at your door #6164, you stood there for a long time staring up at the man who stared back at you, your fingers playing with the collar of his leather jacket as the first captain's hands wrapped around your hand gently as if just wanting more contact, making you wiggle the tiniest bit closer with each thump of your heart.

"Come inside?" You make a gentle proposition, and he raises a mischievous brow. "Well, I can make you some goodnight tea maybe."

"On our first date gorgeous? Isn't it a bit much." Stephen smirks, but you simply lean up on your toes and kiss his dimple that forms alongside your smile.

"Dunno… All I want to do is fall asleep in your arms." You can't believe those words came out of your mouth, and by the look on your date's face, neither can you, but a smile soon replaces it, and Stephen takes the hotel key from your pocket, pulling you into his chest as he unlocks the door, and he kisses the shell of your ear before he speaks.

"I think that sounds perfect."

no no I still cannot wrote smut well by now so sorry huhuhuhu 😆

[sweet-child]

Hey! I wanted to request a story! Where me and Johnny fall in love. We could be like good friends and he secret like me. And one day one of the gange members asks me out. And that when he finally confesses! Thank you your the best!

Comfort

State of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint

The easing or alleviation of a person's feelings of grief or distress

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in which Steve confesses to a friend, but the reader denies his advances.

Pairing - Johnny Cade x GN!Reader

Word count - 847

A/n - My first public fic! And my first time writing Johnny! Enjoy!

"Bon Appétit"

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Johnny Cade was quiet boy. If you can imagine a little puppy with big, black eyes that has been kicked too many times, you would have a pretty good picture of him. That timid boy, who had a suspicious look in his eyes, had somehow gained the friendship of y/n, the complete opposite of him.

They were talkative, smiled a bunch, and seemed to never fear anything. That caught the eye of not only Johnny, but of Steve Randle as well.

The two were jealous of each other. Steve seemingly had impressed y/n with his mechanic skills, but Johnny hung out with them more. The two boys didn't clash heads before, but now they silently competed against each other. 

“Pony?” the black-haired boy had asked one day as they sat on the couch 

“Yeah johnny?”

“ I uh..well, what do you do when you want to ask someone out, li-like on a date?” 

Ponyboy turned to face his friend “Gee, Johnny, you had to ask me? I don’t know anything about dating.” The brown-headed boy shook his head, somewhat rolling his eyes.

“Well, I know. i just..haven’t you heard something’ from Soda? About dating, i mean.” The timid boy questioned, fiddling with his hands. 

Pony thought for a moment, before suggesting “Not really, hey why don’t you ask him?”

Johnny's eyes went wide, frantically denying Pony’s suggestion, but his denies fell upon deaf ears as pony yelled for Sodapop. Quickly, the older boy entered the room. His hair wet, and DX shirt unbuttoned. “Yeah? What's up?” 

“What do you do when you ask someone out on a date?” 

“Why?” Soda raised an eyebrow, “You interested in someone?” 

Ponyboy shook his head no, “I'm not, but Johnny here is,” he used his thumb to point toward Johnny. The boy’s cheeks turned a gentle shade of light pink, as he was embarrassed. 

“Well, who is it,” Sodapop asked, starting to button up his work shirt. 

Ponyboy and Soda were both looking at Johnny now, but his focus was on someone outside of the Curtis house. Soda and Ponyboy followed his gaze to the driveway, where their gapped-tooth friend was teaching their hyper friend how to change the oil in their car.

"So, the oil is supposed to reach in between these two dots.." Steve explained, looking at the person beside him. His eyebrows were raised as he explained, showing his friend the two-dots on the dipstick. “Next, you’re going to wipe off the oil on the stick,” Steve continued, wiping the end of the stick on an oil-stained rag. He put the dipstick back into the tube and inserted it all the way before pulling it out again and showing that the oil is under the lowest dot. 

Y/n watched attentively, and looked at the brown substance under the lower dot. “Is that good or bad,” they question as a few strands of their h/c hair fall into their face. Steve, smiling, quickly brushed the strands out of his friend's face, a tint of pink on his cheeks. 

“Normally, it’s bad. But we’re changing your oil anyway.” Steve shrugged, and continued explaining how to change the oil to the car. It took them about an hour, because of Steve’s explanations and Y/n’s questions. If there was an oil change at the DX, Steve would have had it done in under 20 minutes. He was the car guru. 

When they were done, Steve shut the hood of the car. “Hey, N/n?” 

They turned to Steve, about to walk away. “Hm?” Their head was slightly tilted to one side, watching the other teen with their e/c eyes. 

“Would you want to go on a date later tonight?” He asked, putting a hand in his pocket, and a smile on his face. 

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Y/n took a drag of her cigarette, and looked up at the stars. The rustling of leaves as a warm breeze blew through the trees. Johnny, who was sitting next to them, was staring at the ground and messing with the grass. 

“Hey Y/n?” Johnny’s quiet voice echoed through the empty lot. 

They looked from the stars and to the black-haired boy next to them, exhaling the smoke. “Johnnycakes?”

“I uhm..I-im glad you said no to Steve..” His voice trailed off

Y/n’s eyes widened for a split second and they slouched “You heard that?” 

Johnny nodded, and placed a hand next to theirs in the grass. “If-if its any comfort..I,” He took a deep breathe in before exhaling “I l-like you too..” His already dark cheeks turning a slight shade darker as he admitted his feelings toward his friend. 

They looked up from the ground and to Johnny, a smile on their face. “Really?” 

Johnny nodded, confirming his feelings for his friend. Y/n moved their hand to Johnny’s, grasping it. The boy spoke up again, gulping, “Do you wanna go see a movie this weekend? J-just me an’ you?” 

Y/n nodded, a grin on their face. “I’d like that.”