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Have I spent like 20 minutes dying my clothes because I like to look fashionable? Fuck off. I know it has only partial effects and Iâm wasting dyes on mid to low level armours. Donât care. Maybe Iâll find more shops with better dyes or learn how to make them myself. I donât care at all. Itâs also why I fully have not been wearing the helmets as much as I should be. I am not sorry. I also quick save before testing dye combinations sometimes. Itâs important right now for me to look hot. When I get the look just right maybe Iâll post a pic. Iâve defiled that bright red sun robe to make it goth for Py because his name is all about fucking lying. (Get it? Because pyrite is foolâs gold? Heâs a Drow half elf with amber eyes and a goth aesthetic. I swear there was a reason.)
Contemplating also taking him to the magic mirror and adjusting his makeup a little. Maybe put his hair in a ponytail⌠I like the colours Iâve given him so far, but I think he could have a bit more razzmatazzâŚ
One day Iâll go back to Hymn and get some more spice in their playthrough too because their appearance is fun. Iâm just having a lot of fun with Py right now. Thereâs so much stuff I learn about every new time I play.
#seph plays bg3#also honestly having something to do keeps me from spending money#getting bored and scrolling through shops or something#instead I am crawling through everything I can find#though that reminds me I should play a Druid sometime so I can wild shape into some of these holes
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Beautiful Ghost-DC x DP prompt
Part of the Accidental Ghost Courting AU ă HERE
We finally get Tim's perspective on Danny
If there is one thing everyone on campus knows it's that Danny Nightingale is hot. Not in the stereotypical supermodel or Hollywood way. He was so attractive it was scary like he dropped out of a fairy tale.
Tim first saw Danny after whispers started going around. He spotted Danny in the library walking towards the observatory on the top floor.
At first glance, you'd call him a goth and there was no shortage of people who'd love to date one. It's probably why no one shuts up about him. But Tim could tell this wasn't the corporate punk type goth that he saw Damian scrolling through on his phone. Tim was quick to tease Damian and stop what would inevitably become a phase.
No, Danny had a clear style. Classic gothic...but also not. It's hard to explain. His clothes looked handmade, straight out of the 1800s. Did he thrift or make them himself? He was an astronomy major right? Or was is engineering?
Danny looked almost ethereal. Tall, lean, and almost glowing skin. It wasn't until later that Tim would be close enough to see the way his skin sort of glittered in low light.
People parted to not obstruct Danny's path as he went toward the observatory.
Everyone knew that Danny was off limits, too cowardly to get the courage to ask him out and risk rejection. So Danny remained unreachable.
Tim paid it no mind. He acknowledged that Danny was good-looking but there wasn't much else that got his attention. Danny didn't pay attention to others.
But Tim couldn't help but notice that Danny was always alone in his own little world. There was a hint of longing in him. Tim might have overheard a few things.
Danny would usually be in the library reading eclectic materials, playing with tarot cards, and studying star charts. Other days he was in the greenhouse tending to a little corner of plants he was growing. He seemed bored. He looked like he'd rather be somewhere else.
Tim might have done some research. Just scrolling through Danny's social media. Pictures of friends and graveyards. Most of the landscape photos were taken after his arrival in Gotham. Tim gathered that Danny was alone out here and far from home. He could fit in easily around here but simply chose not to.
It wasn't until that faithful day when Danny offered him a bundle of red carnations and a cup of Death Wish coffee.
"You looked like you need this." He said smiling.
And wow...that smile. Tim didn't think he'd ever see a smile like that. It was a sort of lopsided smile, a bit clumsy but sweet. Danny had elongated canines. Were they fake or was it a medical condition?
Tim didn't know how to respond to Danny's offer but he wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee.
Over the next few weeks, Tim found himself on campus more often and hanging around Danny. Danny tended to be very generous. Always gave things to Tim, most of which he made himself. That is what made it all feel genuine. On cold days Danny always had a hot cup of coffee or tea. When it was sunny he had something sweet freshly baked. When it rained he had flowers to brighten the room. When it was foggy he wanted to go find something fun to do. Danny also worked at the flower shop nearby which was said to be haunted by the old owners.
Rumors spread more and more that Danny wasn't human, like some kind of fae that took human form. Was there a chance it was true? Yes. Does that mean that Tim was going to test that?
Yes.
So Tim just wanted to test that theory and gave Danny a bracelet that looked similar to the ones he usually had. It just so happened to be made of Iron. Tim felt bad about it (kinda) but it was just genuine curiosity.
But no Danny wasn't a fae. He was incredibly happy to get a gift though so no harm done.
Another thing Tim noticed was Danny's eyes. They weren't blue like he thought. Danny had central heterochromia. He had a ring of bright green near his iris surrounded by icy blue. Not that Tim was staring at his eyes or anything, just that no one ever mentions that part when describing Danny. It's pretty notable you know. More people should know that.
...
.....
It's normal to think that.
Anyways Tim and Danny meet up when they can. Danny likes visiting graveyards and abandoned churches. Not that he doesn't like the movies or arcades because he loves that stuff. But one time after a late class he dragged Tim with him on a scenic drive out of the city to this spot he found. It was this massive cliff just far enough from the city that you could see the stars.
Tim never really gave much thought to the stars. He's seen them thousands of times especially being carried around by Kon or on the Watchtower. But right then watching Danny fiddle with his telescope babbling on about the planets and far-off galaxies, the stars felt new and wondrous.
Was this what it felt like to be normal? Just a college kid going on a spontaneous road trip with a friend, not thinking about patrols or duties.
He liked it.
Danny had a way of making him forget about the rest of the world. Someone not linked to heroes and assassins. A friend, a weird one but one he didn't have to be Robin with. He was just Tim to Danny. Not Tim Wayne, not Tim Drake, just Tim.
Because of that, he wanted to keep Danny as far from his family as possible. They already think they were dating and he'd be damned if they scared Danny away. This didn't stop them from investigating Danny and that brat wont stop spouting his opinion.
"I don't know what he sees in you. Aside from appearance, there isn't much to like." Damian grumbled.
"He must be really vain then because Tim doesn't deserve this kid." Jason responded.
"But if he even thinks about hurting Drake-"
"Yeah, we bury him."
Tim has chosen to ignore everything they say.
The last issue is Phantom.
Tim doesn't like Phantom.
The spirit had been hanging around Gotham for a while now. He lingered around the corners of the city and if he felt like it he'd interfere. In his own words, Phantom said that he dealt with the dead, not the living. Tim did some research and it's said Phantom showed up near the dying or dead as a sort of shepherd to souls. He made the transition easier for them.
So when Phantom was seem lingering around Danny he couldn't accept it. He'd be damned if he let some spooky bastard take Danny. He can't have him.
So Tim decided to invite Danny to stay with him for a few days. But a few day became a week became two weeks. Don't judge. This was just so Tim could look out for Phantom and prevent Danny from dying. It hasn't been working so far since Phantom hasn't been seen nearby.
But Tim did run into him.
"Why are you stalking Danny Nightingale?" Tim damanded.
Phantom circled overhead his spectral tail curling. His translucent body phasing in and out of the visible light spectrum.
"Stalking? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't care about chasing the living. But let's say Nightingale is an exception. He's special. But what does he have to do with you?" Phantom eyes Tim suspiciously before diving down floated inches away from Tim face. "Hmmm, I always did think you were the cutest Robin. I was right. Too bad I've got my eyes on someone else now."
And like that he dissappeared.
Now Tim was even more anxious. Phantom was definitely after Danny most likely dead or alive. If something happened to Danny he didn't know what he'd do. Its not safe out there with Phantom hanging around.
Danny was still awake when Tim returned home. He was watching some detective drama he had refused to watch with Tim because he kept guessing the plot during the first few minutes. Which was fair.
"You were out late again. Would it kill you to get some sleep now and then?" Danny sighed stretching.
Tim wanted to say "Actually I think it would. Lets not test it" and banter like always. Maybe even relax and let Danny talk about where show was on.
But Tim couldn't. Not when everything felt so surreal. Danny was just oblivious to the dangerous spirit trying to take his soul and Tim couldn't protect him.
Tim couldn't believe he was thinking this but what if Danny wanted to be with Phantom? Then what?
Tim knew that his emotions were his greatest weakness. When he did control them he does a lot of self-destructive things and he ends up hurting people especially when he's hurt.
He hugged Danny, burying his face in his shoulder.
"Danny can you promise me...that you'll stay here." He didn't care if Danny wanted to be with Phantom just as long as he doesn't leave this world and stop being his light.
The thought of not seeing Danny every day killed him. No more nagging him to eat and drink. No more star gazing. No more TV marathons. No more being dragged to spontaneous trips to the crafts stores. No more hearing the insane conversations with his friends. No more waking up on the couch with a pair of blue-green eyes looking up at him. No more Danny.
Tim felt like his heart was stopping and his stomach dropped.
Danny hugged him back putting a soothing hand on the back of Tim's neck. It was cool to the touch.
"Of course, I'll stay." Danny laughed as if the very notion he'd leave was ridiculous.
Tim's brain seemed to twist in on itself as the cascade of emotions overflowed. That laugh seemed to play over and over in his head echoing non-stop. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Dread, uncertainty, hope, and affection all blended.
Oh no..
Tim was in love.
(This got way too long. I'm not really good a romance as you can tell but I'm trying. Anyway this is a Danny fell first but Tim fell harder situation.)
#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#tim x danny#red robin#tim drake#dead tired#brain dead#braindead#deadtired
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bsf!Chris hcs
warnings:FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF
A/N: this is my first time writing please be kind!! I hope I didn't do terrible LMAO sorry if some of the blurbs are like really long I can't stop yapping
Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws
Bsf!Chris who's always touching you in some sort of way either having an arm around your shoulders or a hand to the small of your back
You, Nick, Matt, and Chris were waiting in line to check out at a grocery store, they were going to do a blind, deaf, mute baking video but had no idea what to buy so they brought you along to help them. Nick and Matt were In front of You and Chris arguing about something stupid. You were on your phone scrolling through Instagram, Chris beside you sometimes peaking over your shoulder to look at your phone. After a few minutes Chris decided he was bored. He yawned stretching out his arms, his left arm grabbed onto your waist pulling you closer to him and his right fell to his side. You were used to Chris always holding onto you so you didn't mind in fact you leaned into his touch. "im boredddddd" Chris groaned, his left cheek was pressed against the side of your head. You hummed and ignored his antics continuing to scroll.
Bsf!Chris who can't sleep by himself and is always sleeping in your bed
You hear your door opening shuffling coming right after. Your back was turned towards the door not looking back because you already know who it is. Chris climbs on the bed laying down in front of you "hey miss lady" he greets in a hushed tone, you smile and shake your head as his arms pull you closer to him, his chin resting on your head.
Bsf!Chris who always shares his food and drinks with you even though he hates sharing
You and Chris were in his bedroom the AC being on full blast. there was an extreme heat wave going on in Boston and it was unbearable. You were sprawled out on his bed face down groaning and complaining about how much you hate summer, Chris was chuckling on the floor near a fan sipping a cold can of Pepsi. You reach out to the bedside table for your water bottle and realize it's empty and let out a big huff. Chris turns his head to look at you and the empty bottle, he looks down at his own drink. He gets up from off the floor and walks over to you, handing you the can. You pick up your head to face him and the drink. "you sure? I know that's your last one you don't have t-" "Y/n.. just take the damn drink." You were hesitant at first, but still grabbed the cold drink from his hands and took a sip. Your face instantly relaxed and let out a content sigh. Chris grinned when you tried handing his drink back to him "nah, you keep it" and went back to his original seat on the floor smiling to himself.
Bsf!Chris who is always annoying you in the kitchen while you cook/bake because he knows it makes you mad
You were making brownies, Chris watching intently near the fridge while you started to preheat the oven. His eyes roamed over to the island where he sees a bowl full of brownie batter, he smirks and walks up to it dipping his finger in. You turn around and see Chris's finger in his mouth. You were confused at first then you saw the bowl of batter behind him. "CHRIS. You weren't supposed to eat that!" Chris laughs and dips his finger in the bowl again before running away when he sees you glare at him.
Bsf!Chris who always pays for you even if you insist that you can pay for it yourself
You and Chris were at a coffee shop. He didn't wanna be there because he hated coffee but he knew you couldn't live without it so he went in with you. It was your turn to order, you asked for your usual caramel latte and looked at Chris, your eyes asking him if he wants anything. Chris shook his head no and you confirmed your order. The Barista pointed at the small screen In front of you asking for payment, you were in the middle of taking your wallet out from your bag when you heard a DING from the screen. You look up and the screen said payment confirmed, Chris's phone moving back into his pocket. "Chris.. you didn't have to do that." Chris shrugged "I know I wanted to though" his arm moving to your shoulders. You smiled at his gesture, picking up your latte that the barista handed to you. "i'll pay you back." You and Chris walked out of the coffee shop, his arms still draped around your shoulder. Chris laughed "No you won't"
Bsf!Chris who gawks at you when you show him clothes you try on while going shopping with him
"do we like this?" You say in front of the mirror in a fitting room. You were wearing a black mini dress. "does this make me look weird?" Waiting for a response from your best friend, "Chris?" You question when he doesn't say anything you turn around and see him absolutely mesmerized by you. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. "You okay? hello earth to Chris?" Your fingers snapped in front of his face to get him out of his trance. Chris shakes his head blinking a few times, coming back to reality "yeah I uh.. you look.. beautiful" You giggle at his antics and turn back to the mirror "i don't know if I should get It though.." "NO! I mean- get it, please get it you look amazing I'll even pay!"
Bsf!Chris who gives it his all when playing carnival games wanting to win you the giant stuffy
Chris was in front of a ring toss game at the fair, he saw you staring at the giant hello kitty plushie and he knew he had to win It for you. "Chris c'monnn you spent $25 on this stupid game already I don't need the plushie" Chris waved you off, more determined than ever to get you that plushie even if it meant him getting bankrupt trying. After a few more tries and an extra $20 he finally won the giant plushie. Your eyes lit up when the worker handed the toy to you, squealing from happiness. Chris looks at you in awe, he didn't care that he spent $45 on a carnival game you squeezing the hello kitty stuffy with a big smile on your face was worth every penny.
Bsf!Chris who introduces you as his girl to his friends
You, Nick, Matt, and Chris were at a party. You were hanging out talking to Matt in the corner when Chris called you over. You walked up to him and some of his friends that you've haven't met before, His arm wraps around your waist "This is my girl Y/n, she lives in Boston but is visiting us in LA for a couple days" You looked down at the floor and smiled feeling your cheeks get hot, Chris's arm never left your waist as he continued talking to his friends.
Bsf!Chris who always comforts you when you're upset, always lending you his shoulder to cry on
You were on Chris's bed, your head against the crook of his neck. Loud sobs and thick tears streaming down your face and on to the neckline of his shirt, there was a small pool forming but Chris didn't care. All he wanted was to make sure you knew that he was here for you. "hey its okay.. I got you ma.. let it all out" He coos, his comforting words started to make you feel warmer and safe. His arms tighten around you, rocking the both of you in a back-and-forth motion. His lips graze the top of your head, leaving behind a gentle yet loving kiss.
Bsf!Chris who's always holding your hand and kissing it just because
You and Chris were on the couch watching a movie together. His right arm draped around your shoulders, Your head leaning against him. You were watching Beauty And The Beast, it was your favorite. You had to have watched it at least 200 times but no matter how many times you've seen it, it still brought as much comfort as it did the first time you watched it. Chris wasn't a big fan of Disney princess movies but he knew that you loved them, so no matter what he would always say yes if you asked him to watch one with you. You were singing along to Tale As Old As Time, Chris was also humming to the tune. He glanced down at your face to see you smiling sweetly watching Belle and the Beast dancing. Seeing your smile made his heart flutter, it brought a happy grin to his face as well. Chris's gaze dropped to your hands that were on your lap, his free hand interlocking with one of yours. He brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissing the back of your palm and knuckles. You turn to face him giving him a questioning look, your hand still in his. A boyish smile was shown across his face "what?" he questioned. "what are you doin'?" You laughed. "can't I kiss my favorite girl's hand?" You shook your head in disbelief, a huge smile displayed on your face. "you can but like.. what's the occasion?" He shrugged his shoulders "just because." Chris brought your hand back up to his lips peppering it with multiple kisses. You giggled at his actions before turning your head back to the movie, Your hands never leaving his and occasionally feeling a sweet kiss.
Bsf!Chris who gets insanely overprotective and jealous at any man who tries to talk to you
You and the triplets were at a party. It was your first time in LA so you stayed close to Nick, Matt, and Chris since you didn't know many people. Nick left to go talk to some of his friends and Matt went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Chris. "Having fun miss lady?" Chris grins down at you, admiring the curves of your body and the sweetness of your face. "Yeah this isn't so bad" You look up at him smiling. You feel someone approach you from behind, tapping your shoulder. You turn around seeing a tall man with green eyes and blonde hair, you had to admit he was kinda cute. "hey! I haven't seen you around before ya new?" He asks you, displaying a charming smile. Chris's grin turned into a scowl. He eyed the man up and down wondering why he chose you to talk to out of all the girls at the party, why did he choose his girl? "uhm kinda? I'm just visiting" You reply to him. The man nods "you come here with anyone?" "i-" You were about to reply but were cut off. "yeah actually shes with me" Chris glares at the man. "oh. sorry man." He nods at the both of you before walking away. You turn to look at Chris, a confusing look displayed on your face "what was that about?" "Y/n, trust me I've heard about him before he's bad news." Chris lied, he didn't know who that man was let alone know if he was a bad person or not. You give Chris a grateful smile, silently thanking him for saving you from potential trouble. "c'mon lets go to Nick" Chris takes your hand leading you away. When you both arrive to where Nick was with his friends, Chris doesn't let go of your interlocked hands. He didn't want anyone else approaching you. He didn't want anyone approaching his girl.
Bsf!Chris who denies he has feelings for you when he knows he does everyone knows
Nick and Matt were in front of Chris, their arms crossed with an annoyed look on their faces. "dude, fucking ask her out already" "ask who out?" Chris responded not looking away from his phone, knowing exactly who his brother was referring to. "Bitch don't act stupid you know who. It's so obvious that you both like each other it's unbearable" "I have no idea who your talking about" "Y/N CHRIS, Y/N." Chris looks up at nick hearing your name. "what are you guys sayin'? were just good friends" "yeah and I'm straight." Chris rolls his eyes at the accusation "you better tell her how you feel before you lose her man" Matt shrugs his shoulders before going to his room, Nick following close behind. "whatever" Chris continues to scroll on his phone, not paying attention to anything on the screen. The only thing on his mind is you.
Bsf!Chris who finally gets the courage to tell you his feelings
You and Chris were taking a walk around the neighborhood at night. Both of you were just walking, talking, occasionally laughing and exchanging stories. In the middle of walking you both came across a little playground. Chris took your hand and dragged you inside the playground gates. "Sit, I'll push you" Chris pats the swing. You sit down, both hands grasping at the chain handles. Chris drags the swing back for momentum and gives you a firm push. You swing back and forth, laughing like you were 4 years old again playing on the swings for the first time. Hearing your laughs makes Chris laugh, he loved the sound of your voice, he loved the way your eyes lit up, he loved the way your nose scrunched, he loved...you. The realization hits him and he stops pushing you immediately. Well he always knew but now there was no denying it. "Chris? everything okay?" Your head turns back to face him, looking at him with concern. He looks into your eyes and remembers Matt's words "you better tell her before you lose her." "Hello?? Chris??" You were now off of the swing and in front of your best friend, waving your hands in his face you snap him out of his dazed state. "yeah I uh.." Chris blinked a few times and looked down at your hands, he held them in his interlocking them. "I have something to tell you but.." "but?" "I'm scared Y/n.." Your eyebrows furrow. "Scared of what?" "scared of losing you. i- i don't wanna ruin this." You smile, your hands leaving his and cupping his face. "Don't be silly, you wont ever lose me. I'm not that easy to get rid of." You joke, Chris doesn't laugh. That's unusual, he always laughs. Instead he looks down sighing, his face unreadable. "Chris, you know you could tell me anything" you tilt your head to meet his gaze. Chris makes eye contact with you and quickly shuts his eyes, his lips form into a thin line. "Y/n, I.. I like you. Like really really like you." Your eyes widen at his confession, your speechless. Chris notices and is thinking the worst. "I understand if you don't like me back" "Chris-" "I hope I didn't make this awkward" "Chr-" "I hope I didn't ruin anything, ohmygod please don't stop being friends with me I don't know if I can-" You shut him up by connecting your lips with his. His eyes widen in shock, for a minute he's not moving thinking this is a dream, a dream to good to be true. He comes back to his senses and realizes its real, your really kissing him. Chris's arms wrap around your waist and he kisses back, he lingers for a lot longer then he should not wanting the moment to end and you don't mind, its all you wanted and more.
Bf!Chris who showers you with love any chance he gets.
You were in the kitchen washing dishes from tonight's dinner. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs, not turning your head thinking it was one of the boys who probably forgot something from the living room. Arms wrap around your waist causing you to yelp in surprise. "shh its only me ma" your best friend new boyfriend says from behind you, his breath tickling your ear. "Chris you almost made me break a plate" you whine, pretending to be mad at him. "we have more" Chris's lips attach to your neck, leaving behind multiple kisses. You laugh, turning around to become face to face with him. "What's up?" you question him with a smile plastered on your face. He shrugs his shoulders "jus' wanted to be near you" He says, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I gotta do the dishes though" "You still can i'll just be here." "You're a big baby" You tease with your back to his chest continuing doing the task in front of you. Chris hums in response his chin on your shoulder breathing in your scent. His arms wrap around your waist, never wanting to leave this position. Never wanting to leave you.
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picture you. lando norris
â a particularly lovely day spent in london with your beloved boyfriend. plus, you canât get enough of each other. â
lando norris x reader
a warning â smut. 18+! minors dni. crude language, alcohol consumption, mentions of food.
The first thing you could smell was the traitorous scent of a freshly-brewed coffee that morning. He was sitting at the little table that you had always thought never fit the overall aesthetic of the kitchen.
He was typing on a laptop when you entered. âLando,â you murmured. He looked up, and even when trying to scold him, your heart skipped a beat when he pushed up those glasses that made him ridiculously good looking. âHmm?â
âI thought we agreed to stop the coffees for a while, didnât your trainer suggest itâs better for your nervous systemâŚ?â Suddenly you were shy. But the feeling soon dissipated when his mouth moved from sipping the drink to a smirk. âBabe.â You could tell he felt a little guilty, though, and he tried to hide it by looking back at his laptop.
You shook your head as you moved around him to look out the window. Early mornings in London were your favourite; it was the first time that he had come to stay at your place and not his during a break. You could hear the neighbourâs kids playing outside, revelling in their Saturday morning.
You turned to watch him crack his knuckles as he poured over what looked like a lengthy email. He started chatting about something and you sort of tuned out, watching him flex each finger. When he stretched out his hands, something made your stomach flutter.
The coffee did indeed smell good, and you ended up taking the mug from him, your fingertips brushing lightly. Even after months of knowing him, you still blushed like a kid when he looked at you. You took a sip and set it back down on the table.
âAre you hungry? I could make you-â
He was looking at you over the edge of his laptop.
You shook your head. âNo thanks.â The thought of Lando Norris standing there in your kitchen making you eggs and toast was too much to bear.
He watched as you boosted yourself onto the kitchen counter. âYouâre so funny,â he murmured and you shot him a look before pulling out your phone.
âI love the view out of the window.â
You looked up (as if it hadnât been the background to your entire childhood) and looked at him, nodding. âThe best view of the house,â you smiled.
âI donât think so,â he was getting up to run a hand up your leg and you pushed him away, giggling. âYouâre awful. Whatâs your plan for today?â You ask.
âNot much. Emails. Then gym at 4.â
You found yourself gazing at him again and zoned back in when he called your name again. âSorry?â You blushed a little.
âI wanted to ask if you wanted to do anything today if youâre not busy.â
âOh.â You paused. âI wanted to go grocery shopping. But thatâs probably boring for you.â You let out a little giggle at his face. He always looked so endearing when you thought you were being boring.
âAny Saturday spent with you is never boring.â He was giggling and you swatted his chest as you walked past. âCalm it.â
He grabbed you. âHey,â he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist. You smiled at him. âHey,â you replied softly. His lips pressed against yours and you melted a little. âLetâs go do your boring grocery shopping,â he joked and picked up the car keys. You ran to change out of your pajamas.
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You put on an Otis Redding album, murmuring along before you were at the local Tesco. You picked up a basket and he linked his arm through yours.
As Lando was checking through the different options of sugar-free peanut butter, you got on your tiptoes to pick the jar of crunchy peanut butter off the shelf. His hand rested on your lower back as he reached for it.
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You were curled up on the couch as he kept on sighing with the emails. You paused your TikTok scrolling. âWhatâs up?â
âThese people are fucking crazy.â He sighed and shut it closed.
You laughed and he did too. He wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the dog barking next door.
âHave I ever told youâŚâ he began kissing your cheek. He was kissing your neck now and you were curling into his touch. âHmm?â You said, absentmindedly, and he laughed against your neck. âStop zoning out.â
âI canât help it!â You protested. âYou make my mind go blank when you start looking at me like that.â
He took that as a very big compliment and started pulling you into his lap.
You were interrupted by a knock on the door and you pulled back, staring at him quizzically.
âFuck. Nutritionist.â
You flicked his ear and laughed when he pulled you up from the couch and kissed you deeply. You pushed him away.
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A few hours later, you were standing in the bar with him and sniffling along to the singer. He was singing along, quietly, like everyone else with a beer in hand, and he was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Two friends had invited you last minute and you had ditched the night in to come and support this upcoming band.
âLove you,â he whispered and you leaned up to kiss him.
The singer pointed at the two of you and you both smiled wide.
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In the car on the way home, you pointed out the lipstick that stained the top of the collar of his shirt. He grinned.
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He was pushing you against the wall and you were protesting, making him lock the front door and take you out of view from the glass panel. Rain was beginning to patter against the windows and you shivered deliciously as he ran a hand up your shirt.
âCan I make it up to you for this afternoon?â He murmured, head burying into your neck, and you were muttering something stupid, nodding, and his hand was running under your skirt and he grasped the lacy edge of your underwear on your hip, his hands warm and his heart beating fast.
His lips were pressing against yours and your bodies were moving fluidly, in sync, his touch earth-shattering.
Leading you to your bedroom, he pushed you back against the sheets, your hair fanning out, contrasting the crisp white.
Sliding off your skirt and your underwear, his eyes were dark, a cheeky grin on his face before his lips pressed against your lower stomach, then to your thighs, and the cocktails were making you grip his hair and shove his face in between your legs. He moaned at the rough action, and your heart dropped hearing the vibration against your pussy.
âPretty,â he murmured before he was groaning about how wet you were and you might have been on fire the way his tongue was moving.
âJust⌠there.â You gasped and whimpered and you were on the edge of the precipice before he was gone, and you took a deep breath, prepared to beg.
He moved up again and he was kissing you; you could taste yourself on his tongue and you were helping him take off his jeans, and his underwear, and you took his hard cock in your hands, swiping at your pussy before grasping him, up and down. When he felt your arousal on his cock he let out a loud moan, and you wanted him so desperately you might have sacrificed anything.
âBaby,â you murmured, and his hips were moving before you went let go and get on your knees; he was moving you into his lap and he met your entrance. You moaned, and he was bouncing you up and down on his cock.
âOh, you feel so good,â he sighed, and you were agreeing loudly before you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach and you were all open mouths and whispering wildly dirty things before he was murmuring for you to come and you obliged, falling apart on top of him as his finger went to meet your clit, and you wriggled with nearly too much pleasure. Then his breath was faltering, and his hips were slowing, and you felt him come inside you, moaning into his ear as his big hands gripped your shoulders.
He kissed you, pulling you into him. âLove you, baby.â He whispered, and you were giggling, out of breath.
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The coffee machine was the first thing you went for the next morning, and as he appeared in the doorway of the homely kitchen with a stupid little look of strictness on his face you laughed out loud, offering him his cappuccino, a peace offering.
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đđđđ ęĽ FRANCO COLAPINTO
summary. a quick detour proves that you can still be best friends while dating.
warnings. nothing just pure fluff. franco & reader are down bad for each other.
gabri speaks! obsessed with how heâs the peopleâs princess of argentina. based off vivo by gustavo cerati. kind of short sorry.
SODASTEREO PLAYED FAINTLY in the background as the vibrant city of Buenos Aires faded behind you. You were only fifteen minutes into the forty minute drive to Francoâs hometown and he was already bored out of his mind. He had scrolled endlessly through instagram, twitter, tiktok, and even dabbled into netflix hoping something would catch his attention but nada. Then as he puts his phone down and notices you leaning against the window he suddenly remembers his girlfriend. The two of you were a relatively new couple and somehow he still hadnât figured out the logistics of it.
âChe, how was your week?â He breaks the comfortable silence preferring your voice fill up the car.
âFranco we literally spent the whole week at yours watching all the Fast & Furious movies.â You remind him.
âOh, yes! The part where they went to space?â He uses his hands to describe his feelings. âCine.â
You canât help but laugh at his mannerism as he describes his favorite scene of all the franchise. The sun shines brightly on his side and his brunette hair literally glows as he speaks. His brown eyes bore into yours as he proceeds to tell you about a show on his watchlist he wants to start with you when the season ends. Youâre too lost in his features you donât notice when he stops talking and waits for you to answer him. Not until he starts snapping his fingers in your face dramatically.
âCan I?â He asks shyly.
âCan you what?â
He looks away briefly for a moment, his cheeks turning a light hue of red, trying to gain the courage to ask you again. Because of course to his luck you didnât hear him the first time. His hand instinctively goes to the back of his head scratching his neck as he opens up his mouth again.
âCan I lay in your lap?â And if you hadnât paid attention then you wouldnât have heard him from how silently he spoke.
âFranco weâre dating now. You donât really have to ask anymore.â You send him a warm smile.
âItâs just we were friends before this for a long time and Iâm still getting used to it. I wasnât sure if I was overstepping.â He rambles on. âIâm just tired.â
âItâs fine. Come here.â You speak softly.
You shuffle your things to make space for him and soon enough his head is in your lap and your fingers are tracing his face. Youâd spend enough time with him to know he was a fast sleeper so in a matter of minutes he was already lightly snoring under you. His curls are soft under your fingers but youâre careful to not give him knots. Franco was very sensitive about his hair and hated having to comb it all out. As Gustavo Ceratiâs voice filled the car with Franco in your lap you wondered how you got so lucky.
The car came to a heavy halt and your eyes jolted open. You hadnât even realized that youâd fallen asleep as well. Meanwhile, the brunette remained asleep. You figured the past few weeks had really tired him out. You recall the phone calls in the middle of the night in which he explained to you, excitedly, how williams was treating him. They were very lighthearted calls at first that gradually turned into calls where you had to remind him that they chose him for a reason. He was still your friend at the time but it was then when he realized he needed you. When you unexpectedly flew out to Mexico that was when he sealed the deal. He couldnât let you go after that.
âShh⌠Franco. Wake up.â You try to talk to him awake but he remains still.
âFranco!â This time you push him off jolting him awake.
âAy!â He rubs his eyes awake as you brush your hair down hoping your little nap didnât ruin it. âOh, weâre here!â
You can barely make the view out of the car but you notice the small city center. Thereâs various shops, restaurants, and even a little park at the end. Your phone indicated that there was still twenty minutes left to his hometown so you were confused as to where you were right now. Franco opens the door for you and you patiently stand outside the car while he talks to the driver. You look around staring in awe at the architecture of the town you were in.
âFranco where are we?â
âJust a small detour.â He grabs your hand in his. âCome, I really wanted to show you around.â
He quickly puts his sunglasses on as if to hide his identity while he drags you around. You stop briefly at the market where he buys you a bracelet identical to his. He says that it will bring you luck and protection and warns you to never lose it or break it. Then he takes you to the corner store and encourages you to look around for some snacks. Something light he says as his mom is waiting for the two of you with dinner. You decide on an ice cream bar. One for him and one for you. The two of you thank the cashier before he takes you to the last stop on his itinerary.
The park at the end of the road was vibrant with the huge green football field adorning half of it. There was a small group of kids playing football on it and you watched in awe as they chased after the ball. All of them were wearing the same uniform meaning theyâd ran straight to the park after school. Franco drags you to the wooden swing set under the only tree in the park.
âWhenever we went to the capital my mom would stop here and let me and my sister play for a little before we headed back. I just thought that it was finally time for me to share it with you.â He rocks back and forth. âSo, it can be our place now.â
âOur place? That soundsâŚâ You try and match his pace on the swings. âNice.â
The two of you swing in comfortable silence admiring the nice weather before a ball lands comfortably in front of Franco. The two of you lift your heads up wondering where the ball came from. Faintly you spot the little boy running towards you as fast as his little feet could take him. His classmates stay back watching attentively.
âMe das la pelota?â He extends his little arms out. âPor favor.â (can you give me the ball, please?)
âMe encanta tu remera! Vos vas a ser futbolista profesional, no?â Franco makes small talk with him. (I like your shirt! Youâre gonna be a professional football player right?)
âSi! Le voy a dar a Argentina la cuarta!â He yells excitedly. (Yes! Iâm going to give Argentina their fourth title!)
âDale!â Franco finally picks up the ball and places it in the little boys hands. âAhĂ me invitas a la final, eh?â (Good! Invite me to the final, eh?)
âSi!â The boy nods his head enthusiastically. Heâs about to say something else when his classmates yell at him to hurry up. He waves goodbye quickly and heâs on his way.
âWanna bet four lucas heâll end up on Argentinaâs roster in ten years?â He jokes. ($4.000 in argentine pesos)
You donât even pay attention to his joke because the interaction between Franco and the little boy had you gushing. Before you know it your hands are on his neck and youâre pulling him down for a quick kiss.
âWhat was that for?â He smiles down at you.
âI like you.â You mumble as he leans against you.
âI like you more.â He whispers against your ear.
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DEALER!BARRY X SPOILED!READER X DEALER!RAFE <3
you get a little too âspoiledâ when with your boyfriends â barry and rafe!
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
it was the weekend, meaning it was time for shopping spree at the mall! strolling around the coach store of your favorite big building, you struggle to choose which bag your boyfriends would pay for. behind you they walked, talking while watching you happily trudge in front of them. âblueberry or cherry?â you ask holding them both up next to you, posing with them in your pink tracksuit . âyou can get both of em mama.â barry tells you and rafe looks at him, âshe doesnât need both, you spoil her too much.â barry rolls his eyes, âsânot like we canât afford it big bruh, if she wants it she can have it.â you squeal at his retort, and hug him. âthank you bear!â giving him an attack of kisses on his cheek. rafe sighs âthatâs not the point. you know how bratty she gets when she thinks she can have anything she wants. donât act surprised when she throws a tantrum cause she canât have something.â
âmhm.â barry says walking to the other shelf of jewelry with you, looking back at rafe and stick your tongue at him and say âbleh!â he furrows his eyebrows and power-walks toward you, shrieking at his scariness, you run and hide behind barry.
after shopping, you arrive home at tannyhill. âthank you rafe!â giving him a kiss for funding half the shopping spree âthank you bear!â you give your other boyfriend a kiss for the other half of funding and take your bags up to your room, placing them in your walk in closet.
later on a friday, your sitting on the couch with rafe, watching tv while he scrolls through his phone. bored you say, ârafey can we go to the mall? I smelt this miss dior perfume last week and I really liked it but we never bought it.â he doesnât look up from his phone. âno. we already went this week, no need to go for a while.â you pout at him, âno but I really need it! im going somewhere with-â he cuts you off. âwhat i just say huh? no. getting so fuckin bratty this early in the morning..â you look at him with a vexed face and you mumble. âI bet barry would take me..so infuriatingâ
rafe looks up at you from his phone. âwhatâd you say?â trying to escape the scene, you get up and walk to the the kitchen telling him, âsânothing!â
âwhat i fucking thought.â he says quietly but harsh enough for you to hear. barry comes home later at night finding rafe in the kitchen opening a can of beer. âyo country club.â he looks for you and doesnât see you with rafe as you usually are at this time, he asks â whereâs our girl?â rafe chuckles âsleeping off the badass little attitude she had today.â
barry, confused on what attitude you could possibly have, âwhatâd she do?â sighing, rafe shoots him a look âshe started acting like a fucking brat cause I told her she canât go to the mall again as if we didnât go this week already. itâs because of you she thinks she can always have her way.â
barry had always been the one to be the most lenient with you, he loved you and would do anything to protect his girl. and of course rafe loves you as well and would do more than anything for you, but someone had to keep you in check and it was always rafe. âwell come talk to her with me then. weâll set her straight.â you wake up to barry picking you up by the armpits, blinking awake and rubbing your eyes with your manicured nails , âmm hi bear..â
âhey princess, we gotta talk so letâs go downstairs and get something tâa eat alright?â he readjusts the satin bonnet sliding off your head, you nod at him still sleepy. gaining energy you sit on the island of your kitchen while barry fixes you some milk and and a grilled cheese. rafe stands in front of you, you roll your eyes following from the earlier argument. he jerks his head back from the sudden sass, âdonât roll your eyes at me, you know your manners.â he looks back at barry, â you-you see what im talking about right? sheâs getting too fucking rude. what is it, you need some dick? whatâs with the attitude?â you look at him with all seriousness in your face âI wanted to go to the mall rafe!â he breathes hard through his nose. âim fed up with you. barry go talk some sense into that girl before i bend her over the table i swear.â barry turns the stove off, finishing your grilled cheese and cuts it diagonally placing it next to you with a glass milk. âwhatâs going on going on sweet girl? I hear you throwing tantrums roundâ this house, whatâs that about?â you pout at him ârafes being mean tâme saying I canât go shopping!â
âwell you know if we tell you something your supposed to listen even if itâs something you donât wanna hear.â he tilts his head at you âhm? now why donât you gone head and apologize to polo boy over there fâme.â you look up at him and huff, turning your back to rafe sitting on the couch you shout ârafe could you come over here please!â he rises from his seat and walks over to you, âdonât yell in the fucking house. what is it? you gonna apologize for the way you been acting?â you nod, âmhm i just wanted to say mâsorry daddy. I didnât mean to be a brat, you just get me nice things all the time, and i guess I got carried away! it wonât happen again, promise!â holding up your pinky finger to pinky promise your boyfriend, rafe chuckles, interlocking his pinky with yours. âthanks for the apology baby, your gonna be a good girl for the rest of the week right?â he says nodding his head waiting for you to agree, âmhm.â
barry interjects, âwell I think our pretty girl deserves a reward for being a big girl today right?â and rafe bows his head in a agreeing motion diving in to kiss you deeply from the right side of your body. your other boyfriend on your left, slides his rough hands on your thighs. âopen your legs fâme mama.â you split your legs apart revealing the wet spot on your pink laced panties and through your thin shorts. barry takes off your short sleeping pants as well as your panties, letting the shorts drop to the floor, he puts your pink lace into his pocket. bending down he kisses you up from your calfs, up to your knees and to your inner thighs. âyou gone let me make you feel good angel?â you nod frantically through rafes kisses. barry hooks his biceps under your thighs to bring you now soaked cunt closer to his face. âyou smell so fuckin sweet for daddy, love this pussy.â he spits on your bud, sucking it harshly, making you squirm around the table. you whimper into rafes mouth from the intensity of barryâs lapping. rafe lifts up your shirt exposing your breasts and starts to pinch your nipples, with a different hand he unbuckles his pants. he grabs your hand and pulls out his cock letting you stroke his length. whispering âfuck..â under his breath, you paw at him faster. you shiver when barry thrust his tongue into your wet cunt, he takes his tongue out and shoves two fingers in and the other hand rubbing furiously at your clit. you take the one hand you have left and grip at rafes shirt from the extreme stimulation of your cunt. âbe a good girl and come for daddy.â your boyfriend below you says, finishing you off. you arch your back, âmmph!â stuttering into rafes mouth, he lets go of your moistened lips, his dick standing tall from your jerking at it. hiccuping you say âthat felt so g-good daddy.. I want you in me now please!â
âcourse mama.â barry gets up and lifts you off the counter, guiding you to the couch in the living room, you take rafes hand and he follows behind you. barry unbuttons his pants and his cock springs out, average height but so unbelievably thick. he sits on the couch and pulls you close to him, you hover over him letting him position his dick into your slick cunt. sinking down he praises you, âgoood girl. shit, you taking me so well angel.â you mewl at him âmm itâs so big daddy!â rafe watches the scene and stands in front of you, gripping your jaw to force you to look up at him. âyou wanna make daddy feel good too right?â you nod frantically and he lets go of your face, holding up his cock with one hand he slaps it on your cheek and positions it into your mouth. he thrusts his cock into your mouth making you choke, gripping your neck to make your gullet feel tighter. behind you, barryâs fucking up into your cunt with wet sounds heard all around the living room. it makes your head spin and clench harder around his cock âyou doing so well for us princess, see how being a good girl gets you a reward?â you canât answer with your throat being used but you do agree. âthis fucking mouth..god you feel so good.â choking, as rafe speeds up the pace, he releases his warm load deep into your throat, thrusting as deep as he can to make it stick. âyou better swallow all of it sweetheart..shittt..â he takes his cock out your mouth looking at your face. he grabs you face again âstick out your tongue.â you do as your told, showing him your empty mouth, cum nowhere to be seen but in your stomach. âgood girl.â your eyes are half lidded and you smile up at him, still getting pounded from behind. âf-fuck daddy your going too hard..â barry smacks your ass, a firm slap that makes you flinch âdonât say that shit.â you sob at the harsh tone. âmâsorryyy daddy, your just hitting it so deep!â
âyeah I know mama..im bout to finish.â he puts in his last brutal thrust. plap-plap-plap and you cry at the rapid pace, taking your hands and placing them on barryâs thighs, a weak attempt to slow him down. looking up at rafe he tells you to âmove your fucking hands.â you flinch, removing them and instead you reach your hands out to rafe, interlocking your hands together. barry at his climax, nuzzles his dick deep into your pussy, burrowing his warm cum into your pussy. âmm felt so good..both make me feel so g-good, oh goddd!â twitching when barry pulls out your cunt, he gets up from under you. they both admire you as the cum leaks out from your abused pussy. âwhat a fucking view..â after they finish using you, rafe lifts you up âletâs get you cleaned up sweetheart, did so good.â barry cleans up the pillows knocked off from this whole affair and goes to the kitchen, putting your grilled cheese in the microwave for you to eat tomorrow. your boyfriends both clean you up in the tub, they wash you off and clean out the load still buried in your cunt. they change you into one of their shirts, placing you in the shared bed you lay between them. you mumble as you drift to sleep âbear and rafey..can I go shopping now?â they both chuckle at you still acting like spoiled brat. âsure sweet girl.â as you fall asleep in their arms.
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Swimsuit Shopping
Summary: You're absolutely dreading swimsuit shopping for your upcoming trip. The Moon boys bravely weigh in.
Pairing: Steven, Jake, Marc x reader with boobs
Word count: 1k
Content: fluff, romance, body insecurities, slightly suggestive, sweet & adoring moon boys
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Steven notices you casually shopping on your phone. He keeps peeking over your shoulder, humming nonchalantly at each and every suit that looks like a low plunging bra.
âSee something you like, babe?â You nudge him playfully before handing him the phone. âShould I just let you go crazy?â
Bright eyes go wide, hair flopping as he shakes his head rapidly. âNo. No, you should get something that makes you feel confident and comfortable.â
âA diplomatic response, Mr. Grant,â you tease. âIâm not sure how comfortable thisâŚpush-up bra would be.â
âEm, wellâŚwhich ones do you like?â
Your shoulders sag as you shake your head in defeat. âI donât know, I hate shopping for swim suits. But our big trip is coming up andâŚâ Your eyes dip in shame.
Steven lifts your chin with a soft caress. âWhat is it, love?â
Fidgeting uncomfortably, you slowly admit, âMy old one is too small.â
Smiling sympathetically, Steven uses his hold on your chin to guide your mouth to his for a tender kiss. âWeâve been together a long time, darling,â he lovingly whispers, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. âSurely youâve noticed Iâve gone a bit soft around the middle?â
âWhat?â You giggle, poking his soft but not-at-all-big tummy. âYouâre crazy. YouâreâŚso perfect, Steven. I just want a swim suit that doesnât make me feel awful when I put it on.â
Kissing you again, he holds up your phone. âWell, letâs find one.â
Laying your head on his shoulder, the two of you select several possibilities and every single one Steven likes is extremely revealing in the bust area.
âSteven, you just want to see my boobs - like as much as possible. I might as well be naked,â You laugh out.
âWellâŚif itâs comfortableâŚâ his dark eyebrows shoot up suggestively. âCould be a win-win.â
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The next day, Jake finds you leaning over the kitchen counter, still scrolling endlessly through swimsuit possibilities. Steven helped you find some cute suits, but you want to make sure you have enough coverage while not boring Marc, Steven and Jake to tears.
Easing up behind you in his typical panther prowling way, Jake breathes against your ear, making you shiver. âWhatcha doing, hermosa?â Gripping your hips, he presses his body into yours at every possible point of contact.
âSwimsuit shopping,â you languidly sigh, scrolling through the twelve suits you and Steven added to your shopping cart before starting your search all over again.
âMmm, you should get one of those thong bottoms,â Jake casually opines, running his palm over the swell of your ass before giving you a squeeze.
âYouâre hilarious,â you deadpan. âI can just see Jake Lockley on the beach - hat, jacket, gloves and boots, kicking the ass of anyone who stares at mine.â
A low chuckle rumbles against your neck. âFair point, mi amor. Maybe likeâŚâ he scrolls down a couple of suits to a cheeky bottom - revealing but not scandalous, âLike that one. You know, enough for me to see all this - â he swats your ass playfully, âBut not enough for an ass-kicking.â
âNice,â you chortle, shrugging him off, but only so you can whirl around and see his face. âI thought the idea was for me to feel confident and comfortable. Stevenâs words.â
âBoringggg,â Jake mocks, even while chasing after your lips with his own. Kissing you temptingly, he pulls you close. âI thought swimsuits were for swimmingâŚand letting me stare at your ass all day.â He cocks his head playfully. âIs that not right?â
âFor sure, yeah,â you giggle as he nibbles at your lips, his naughty hands winding their way around to your backside once more. âI just want it to cover a little bit more of my middle than a total string bikini, you know?â
Realizing youâre serious, Jake nods, reaching to grab your phone from the counter. âShow me what you like, hermosa. My treat.â
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Marc has expressed absolutely zero interest in peeking at your phone, even when you tried temping him by asking questions about your boobs or your ass.
Between Steven and Jake, youâve narrowed it down to about five suits, but you would like Marcâs opinion. The trip was actually his idea. He is rather well traveled, after all.
âBabe, youâll look amazing in whatever you pick - itâs for you,â he shrugs, realizing, as the words come out of his mouth that he should probably show a bit of interest. Glancing at your phone, he shakes his head. âI donât know. They all look good. I canât tell on a phone screen.â
Which is how you end up in the fitting room with a rack full of bathing suit pieces and Marc licking his lips as you try them on. Normally clothes shopping would be a form of torture, but damnâŚ
âLet me feel, baby,â he murmurs, as you slip into a mid-rise, flattering bottom that shows just enough cheek to hopefully please both you and Jake, with a coordinating top that definitely shows your cleavage.
And this is what Marc keeps doing. As soon as you get dressed, he wants to touch. Locking eyes with you, he traces the shape of you - the body he knows so well and has adored so ardently, for year after year.
âThis one feels good.â His eyes darken and his voice sounds a little choked. He clears his throat. âYou feel comfortable in it?â
You pause, staring deeply into his eyes.
âBecause you know thatâs all that really matters. The rest is bullshit. You know that, right?â
You know. But you love him for saying it.
âYeah. I know.â Turning this way and that, you eye yourself in the mirror, pleased with the cut. The top extends down a little and the bottom is just high rise enough to give you that bam of confidence about the figure you criticize far too often.
Hand on your hip, you strike a pose, smiling at yourself in the mirror -and Marc thinks heâs never seen anything more beautiful.
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metanoia
synopsis: a love story that blossoms over two studentsâ shared love of drinking green tea and talking about the stars. w.c: 17k.
pairing: college!toji fushiguro x f!reader
warnings: mostly fluff with angst at the end! NSFW so MDNI!
a/n: this fic is my darling baby that has been re-released (in case anybody was thinking it looks familiar)! there are no major changes from the original fic! to both new and old readers, i hope you enjoy <3
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there was nothing else to do or say about fate, other than it was fixed.
no matter how hard you might try to change it, she never believed it could be. life was a series of scrawling numbers and greek letters, written by the hands of angels and god.
life was never going to be a straight line. rather, it was a scattered mess of ever-changing parabolas, dipping and rising above the axis like surfers on the waves of the sea.
but sometimes, just sometimes, you can hear what has been written about you.
if she tuned into things really hard, and listened beyond the banal noises that came with the plane of existence all humans exist in, she could hear it.
the scratching of a pen on paper, or perhaps a feather quill on a scroll?
yes, that sounded more like it.
she could hear the angels solving the puzzle they had been given â to balance the equation of her life. things had to be solved in a certain series of formulas to become a proven, tangible equation. the angels were still trying to prove her life, it seemed, and it was quite simply astounding that they were working so hard to try and solve it for her.
but the irrational part of her couldnât help but think the worst.
what if they were bored?
she could certainly understand; there were many times when sheâd been made to solve trivial questions, like calculating the speed of an aircraft, and sheâd wished she could be anywhere but there in that moment. did the angels think that about her equation? would they ever get bored and just give up on her?
with that, the cold, beautiful reality that is life becomes apparent.
none of it was really personal to them, but she had a duty to live it right up until the equation was balanced and the last drop of ink ran dry.
but for now, it was golden hour.
that time of the day when the sunâs light softened, casting long shadows of buildings and trees across the pavement. honeyed rays of light filtered in through the window, refracting through the clear plastic display that showcased the sweet traybakes of the day. the cafe was quiet now, just after the hustle and bustle of regular work hours. most of the patrons were university students, drawn to the cafe for its convenient location near the main campus, where they downed their coffees like it was a drug to be taken multiple times a day.
she couldnât judge them.
after all, she was included in that typical student caliber too. but instead of drinking her weight in murky brown caffeine, she preferred it to be of the green kind. more specifically, a cup of green tea took her brainpower much farther and higher than its more popular, teeth-staining counterpart.
and the perks of working for the very same cafe?
every cup of it was free and unlimited use for her â something she took advantage of every single shift.
the job couldnât be more perfect for her.
although her shifts were daily, they were always scheduled during these quiet golden hours that extended into the stretch of moonlight, accommodating her university hours.
because choosing to study a degree in physics was certainly no joke, and she was grateful for any spare moment of peace to work on her assignments and reports. her manager never minded, leaving her to riddle away at her numbers, which went straight over their head, trusting her to still serve any customers coming in and close up the shop.
it was absolutely fine.
a simple, predictable routine â an equation she was perfectly happy to solve every single day.
until it wasnât so easy.
| ÎŚ |
some time later that night, the delicate bell above the doorway tinkled merrily.
it was well after the sun had dipped below the horizon and the moon had finally peeked out from behind dusty clouds, and so it had snapped her straight out of her trance. she had been listening to the music of mathematical constants singing to her of defined, set values from the sheet of paper placed against the wooden clipboard of âspeciality beveragesâ.
it was him.
toji fushiguro.
the dark haired boy she had seen around campus, although he probably hadnât noticed her flitting about between lectures.
he was unusually quiet and unfairly attractive. the boy who obviously frequented the gym close by, and came here to her little cafe afterwards. that much was obvious from the way the wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead, the spicy smell of whatever body wash he used, and the all black attire he always wore.
the very same same boy who sheâd curiously asked about, only to be told that he kept to himself and didnât really speak to anybody.
and she believed it.
she had never seen him walking with anybody else, or even bringing anyone along to his daily study sessions at the cafe. the way he grimaced at loud, boisterous students, typical of their age group, told her enough. that toji fushiguro didnât seem to like people very much, and was perfectly happy with not being liked in return.
âhello,â she meekly piped out, her voice barely above a squeak. âwhat would you like?â
it was a silly question, she knew he would order his usual.
green tea.
just like her.
but it was a question she asked regardless, just in case his routine equation had somehow changed. you never know, perhaps the angels had miscalculated or wrote down a wrong number â it happens to everyone.
âgreen tea, please,â he grunted, not quite meeting her eyes.
he then sauntered off to his usual table by the window, and began pulling out his study material from his canvas bag.
she was grateful for the simplicity of their routine. there was nothing worse than preparing an elaborate order in the quiet of the night and disturbing the peace. brewing green tea was something she knew like the back of her hand, easy and peaceful like breathing. she strained the herbs as she poured it into a delicate ceramic cup, which the cafe insisted on serving it in, and brought it over to him.
toji muttered a small thank you, and she politely smiled, even though he never once looked at her. she walked back to her spot behind the counter, and placed the clipboard on her crossed legs, and resumed her musings.
such was their routine.
the both of them in their respective worlds within the same plane that was the cafe, sipping their green tea and whittling away at their education.
strangely, she almost felt honored that of all the cafes open late into the night, this was the one he picked to come to. even if the bitter, realistic part of her insisted that it was only because it was conveniently close to the gym. still, their equations followed the exact same sequence of numbers at that time every day, and she found that positively wonderful.
it was nearing 10:30p.m when she finally finished solving her report, and she looked up to see toji was completely engrossed in whatever he was working on.
he should have noticed the time by now.
he would have normally packed up his things at this point, but not before ordering one last cup of tea before heading off wherever it was he went to in the dead of night. probably back to his accommodation, she assumed, because he just didnât seem like the type to show up to late-night parties full of booze and sweat.
she didnât know what to say, or even how to say it.
the logical part of her brain was overthinking everything.
this just wasnât the norm for them.
toji was supposed to have tidied up after himself, leave just the exact amount of money on the counter, and walk out the door without another word. she almost considered not even saying anything at all, biding her time until he simply realized himself and walked out.
until her legs moved of their, seemingly of their own accord, straight towards him.
perhaps it was all a result of the numbers being messily rubbed away and rewritten. he never even heard her; his black wired earbuds were firmly in his ears, and she wondered what sort of music it was that toji fushiguro listened to. she quickly tapped his shoulder, withdrawing her hand back to her side as quickly as she could.
toji practically jumped out of his skin as he turned to acknowledge her.
âsorry,â she apologized, looking pointedly over at the clock on the wall above him. âbut weâre closing soon.â
toji frowned, like he didnât really believe her, until he glanced at the digital clock on his laptop and jumped into action. âsorry,â he said rather awkwardly, hurriedly packing up his things as she stood at a respectful distance away.
âitâs no problem at all. please, take your time,â she replied as politely and delicately as she possibly could, looking away as he messily scraped his papers and notebooks into his bag.
his chair scraped uncomfortably across the floor, and he heaved his bag over his shoulder as he shoved a hand into his pocket, fishing for the exact change he needed. for a second, she thought, hoped, that he would hand it to her. but no, he almost jogged over to the counter and placed it right next to the black mug of green tea beside her clipboard.
toji paused, momentarily staring at her mug. she felt a flush of embarrassment, as if even he knew she wasnât supposed to be drinking it out of a large mug. but he said nothing and rushed outside.
everything fell back into place according to the laws of the world, and seemed to right again.
| ÎŚ |
there was something inherently uncomfortable about contemplating the future.
as summer rapidly approached, with only about four months left of the semester, she found herself forced to confront equations she didnât want to solve. it was always during the night, when she should have been fast asleep, that she really tried to listen in on the angels scribbling away at her numbers. it was cheating really, an easy way out to hear the answers of what she was supposed to do.
perhaps if the end of her final year wasnât so dreadfully final, then it would have been easier to formulate her own answers.
well, they werenât really her own, but anyway.
she was in her own little bubble tonight, absentmindedly sipping her tea and tapping her pen against the clipboard. she knew the answer to the problem at hand, some menial question about what angle a beam of light would reflect at, and so she could afford to daydream and listen to the music of the numbers singing in her head.
it was quite easy to imagine a picture being painted from the numbers. why bother calculating the angle when you could visualize the light bending instead?
that was what mattered in the end, not just the face value of the number itself, but the tangible reality they represented.
there was no point in scribbling away at the numbers if you couldnât paint a picture in your mind of the light itself or feel the thumping of sound waves reverberating through the surrounding medium.
there was only her and toji in the cafe now. heâd breezed past her earlier on the way in straight to his seat, dumping his bag on the table with the air of a student who was beyond fed up with their lot. she knew what it looked like; sheâd seen it too many times throughout the years and had been through that position herself.
she tried not to make it obvious she was looking at him, or admiring the way his arms moved in the tight compression shirt he wore.
or the way his wet hair was slightly slicked back today.
and the way his annoyance sparked a beautiful flame of green in his eyes.
he looked over at her.
dammit.
she heard his footsteps approaching her, but her embarrassment forced her not to even look at him. instead, she focused heavily on pretending to be stuck on the paper in front of her.
âhey, uh, can i get a green tea?â he asked, his voice deep and undeniably addictive. âplease?â
âoh yes, of course!â she replied swiftly, putting on her best customer service voice to shield her embarrassment as best as she possibly could.
toji shifted his feet from side to side, his hands in his pockets, and mumbled, âcould i possibly have it in a mug, or something? itâs just⌠the teacups are really small.â
a deviation in the curve, an unexpected variable.
she answered anyway, perhaps a little unsurely, âoh, sure, yeah. no problem at all. is this one fine?â she lifted her mug awkwardly off the table, and toji looked at it and nodded.
âyeah, that would be great. is it, uh, more expensive?â
the way he asked it made her heart ache, as if he was ashamed of having to in the first place.
oh.
iâm so sorry.
she waved her hand at him, playing it off like a silly unnecessary question. âoh no, not at all. donât worry about it.â
toji seemed visibly gladdened at this, the tension in his face releasing as his eyes brightened. he stood there, swinging on the balls of his feet, and she was quite surprised he was waiting for her to finish brewing the tea instead of bringing it over to him. she had to steady the slight tremor in her hand as he watched her brew the tea with practiced precision. after what seemed like an eternity, she placed the mug on a small plate and carefully handed it to him.
âthanks,â he said quietly, his eyes fixated on the mug and the thin wisps of steam wafting from it. then, like an afterthought that was actually painfully thought out, he added, âappreciate it.â
she could have sworn the corner of his lip lifted, and she almost lost her footing as she sat back down on her stool. though she knew it was impossible, it seemed as if time had been stuck in that moment, the laws of physics crying out for some sense of normalcy to resume.
and so she cleared her throat, pulling free time from where its coat was stuck on the doorknob. âno worries. let me know if you need anything else.â
but he was already walking back to his seat.
firmly slotting back the numbers and variables into the places they were supposed to be.
newtonâs first law of motion states that an object at rest or uniform motion will continue to stay that way unless acted upon by a net external force.
or the law of inertia, as it was also called, and she much preferred that instead. it was what she thought of every time she saw toji making his way to the door of the cafe from the window, taking large, purposeful strides like he knew where he always wanted to go at all times. he was that object in uniform motion, his life seemingly constant without any real deviations. she thought of it every time he walked out of the door too, and wondered if there would ever be anything significant enough to achieve a large enough force to change his trajectory.
so what large enough force had been applied to make him finally ask for a change to how he drank his tea?
maybe he had never considered it before, never realized there was any other option other than the abysmally tiny teacup he had used before. perhaps the fact that he had stopped and seen her mug the night before had opened up new possibilities for him.
whatever it was, it didnât really matter, because he looked so much more at ease now that he wasnât hanging on for dear life to a teacup too small for those hands of his.
those big, attractive hands, with good, strong veins running through them.
toji looked up at her from behind his laptop.
the tip-taps of her pen became just a notch louder, and she bit her lip, almost crossing her eyes as she focused a little too hard into the hole of the letter âaâ in the word âangleâ.
dammit.
| ÎŚ |
it was march, and the cherry blossoms that grew around campus were now blossoming in full swing.
what little free time she had between university work, endless laboratory reports, and working at the cafe, was spent walking around the town and parks. while hearing the songs of physics and numbers was her way of life, sometimes it was nice to wind down and appreciate the beauty of biology and chemistry.
to see how the rain that fell from the skies was soaked up by the weed flowers thriving in the cracks of the pavement. they were tiny little warriors, persevering in the face of the hundreds of people who surely walked this path, avoiding death by being crushed.
the air was cool, and it was late enough in the day to make it feel much cooler than it should have been. she rubbed her arms through her jacket and picked up the pace. it was a week break in the semester, and it was much busier than it should have been for that time of the day. her manager had offered her more hours to work during the break, and she had mistakenly accepted the offer instead of taking some time for herself to do what she liked.
she entered the cafe, the little bell chiming, and smiled at her colleague, who seemed rather grateful that they werenât alone to deal with the swarm of students enjoying a relaxing coffee. it was rather different from the anxious energy that usually accompanied students in here, but it was a welcome change to see unburdened smiles before the exam season hit them all in full merciless force.
together, they took on the onslaught of orders from all the customers walking into their quaint little cafe in the middle of campus. she couldnât remember the last time sheâd made such complex teas, brewing flavor combinations she couldnât even concoct in her wildest dreams.
by the end of the rush, with her colleague having finished their shift, she was left in a frazzled state of tea stains and sticky sugary syrup.
and that is precisely when toji fushiguro decided to walk through the door.
she almost froze, a mixture of shock and embarrassment washing over like a bucket of ice-cold water. why, sheâd never seen him in the cafe while the sun was still in the sky, and he wasnât even dressed in his usual fitness attire either. instead, it was a black jumper and jeans. this was most certainly not part of the equation at all; she had never even considered to calculate the probability of such an event occurring.
âhey,â he greeted, as casual as the jeans he was wearing, while fidgeting with the hem of his jumper.
âhi,â she answered, dusting off some imaginary dust from her apron because she didnât know what else to do with her hands. âthe usual?â
toji seemed somewhat surprised at this. âyeah, please.â
she couldnât lie; it was such a welcome relief to make something so simple amidst the chaos that was the ever-changing trends of beverages. had the universe written an additional formula just to provide her with just a momentâs respite?
or was it the law of attraction being employed?
no, that was surely wishful thinking.
there was no way that toji fushiguro had anything in common with her.
âare you sitting in or taking away?â she prompted, the extra words slipping through her lips.
he thought about it for a second before nodding his head, âuh, yeah, takeaway please.â
âno problem,â she replied smoothly, amazed at how well she was deviating from their usual interactions, and poured the tea into a disposable cup. âthere you go.â
toji mumbled a âthank youâ as he carefully placed the coins on the counter, his hands completely enveloping what she would have once considered a large cup.
what compelled her to say the following words, she didnât really know, but she called out in a hopefully not-so-loud voice as he turned to leave, âenjoy the blossoms!â
just why?
why would you say that?
she was even more mortified when toji simply walked out the door without sparing her a second glance. the universe was cruel for adding that into the equation, and she could have sworn, to add further insult to injury, that two girls had watched their exchange and were snickering.
enjoy the blossoms?
stupid, stupid, stupid!
| ÎŚ |
for the rest of the day, she felt as if the second law of thermodynamics very much applied to her.
as she recounted her absolutely horrific exchange with toji, she felt the heat of the universe pressing down on her isolated being, causing her atoms inside of her to bounce of the walls that was her skin, sending her into a more and more disorganized chaotic state of existence. she actually hoped for once that the deviance of the otherwise constant line would continue to do so, and that toji wouldnât come to the cafe later on that night.
then she could resume solving the equation as it was meant to be solved for the next night, and she could continue on as if nothing ever happened in the first place.
so when their routine did end up resuming its normalcy, and toji walked into the cafe with his dark wet hair and canvas bag, she was too mortified to even speak to him, despite him being the only customer in the shop. she got straight to work brewing him his tea, avoiding even looking anywhere near him as he set his things down at the table.
her lack of attention, for once, almost caused a head-on collision.
âhey, oh shit! sorry,â toji cussed, even though it was completely her fault, as he stopped whatever momentum he had in his body from crashing into her.
she hissed as the scalding tea splashed onto her fingers. âoh, no, iâm sorry! are you alright?â
âyeah, donât worry about it.â
with a wobbly, quivering lip, she went around him and placed his mug on the table, being careful to avoid placing the wet bottom anywhere near his papers. it was there she caught a glimpse of some messily scrawled-out calculations on a piece of scratch paper, and her brain immediately started to sing.
no, donât stare. itâs rude.
âsorry again,â she whispered, looking straight at the ground and being careful to not step in his way again.
toji never even made a sound, and she didnât dare to look up to see if he was looking at her. she ran her finger under some cold water before taking her usual seat at the counter, and picked up where she left off on summarizing her lectures. it was perfectly quiet now, save for the scratching of her pen on paper and toji typing away on his keyboard. this was peaceful, easy, andâ hold on. why could she hear the sound of the music?
âhey, sorry to interrupt,â toji interjected, making her jump. âdo you have any sandwiches or something left?â
âoh! no, iâm sorry, whatâs on display is whatâs left,â she answered shakily, putting her pen down on the counter. âi, um- the protein balls are pretty decent, if you like that sort of thing.â
âoh, sure. yeah,â he murmured, looking at the several flavors that were available. âIâll take the, uh, peanut flavor. that any good?â
she smiled softly, despite the throbbing sensation in her finger. âyeah, itâs not bad. you want two?â he nodded, and she wrapped them both up in a paper bag as he procured out coins from his pocket.
toji dug around some more, patting down his pockets to make sure there was definitely nothing lingering in there, and his stomach audibly growled. the air became a touch too awkward, and she stared at the sad-looking change on the counter.
she slid the bag over to him with quiet understanding, and gave him the kindest smile she possibly could.
âhey, donât worry about it. itâs on the house,â she encouraged. âsorry, i should have said that from the beginning.â
toji shook his head, running a hand through his hair. âoh no, i couldnât do that. sorry, iâll just leave it. i thought i had enough change.â
she pushed the bag further towards him. âitâs fine, i insist. please.â
he slowly took the bag, as if he wasnât sure that it was real, or that it was maybe going to bite him. âthanks,â he said quietly, and retreated back to his seat, packing up his things, while she sat there trying to will her atoms back into their rightful place.
âthanks again,â toji rumbled softly as he held the door halfway open. âiâll see you tomorrow?â
âo-oh yeah! yeah, see you tomorrow,â she stuttered back.
with that, he closed the door behind him, the bell tingling a beautiful farewell for him, and she was left with the atoms of her thumping heart completely dispersing into the atmosphere as she frantically tried to claw them back down.
| ÎŚ |
tomorrow came and went, and they had settled into a slightly different flow of their routine.
instead of waiting for her to bring over his tea, toji now waited at the counter for her to hand him a large, steaming mug of his fix. they never spoke anymore than what they did before, but there was something that had changed between them. something so subtle that it couldnât be defined properly, but she knew it was there, and she hoped toji knew it too.
it was april now, and the flurry of students cramming for their exams in may were in full swing. when she wasnât at the cafe, she was holed up in her shared accommodation, buried underneath a blanket that may as well have been a black hole swallowing her whole. there, she studied for the last set of exams she would ever have to sit at university, but she tried not to dwell on that fact.
not that she didnât study at the cafe, but tojiâs presence added an extra dynamic that made it difficult to focus as well as when she was alone.
despite her best efforts, she couldnât help but constantly glance at him when she was confident he wasnât looking. right now, she could tell he was silently stressing over his exams too. spending so long in silence with another person meant she could tell the slight quirks in his face that signalled a changed in trajectory of emotion.
currently, the deep frown lines etched in his forehead meant that he was monumentally stuck on something. heâd been like that ever since he powered up his laptop and stared at the screen, the dim light casting an artificial, cold glow on his face.
once again, she didnât know what compelled her to do what she did next.
maybe it was the fact she knew he had barely touched his tea, and it was surely cold by now. or maybe it was the desire to momentarily distract him from his frustration by bringing him a warm, fresh brew. whatever it was, her body was moving according some new formula the angels had applied, and she found herself simply walking over without saying anything and placing a piping hot mug next to his laptop.
âhuh? oh, thanks,â toji said slowly, daze-like, as if he wasnât sure she was real and doing this.
she smiled softly, quickly glancing at the scratch paper in front of him, and oh no â he wasnât composing the music correctly at all.
âthat isnât the answer,â she stated simply, looking back up at him. he frowned again, momentarily confused, until she pointed at his paper and said, âyouâve calculated this wrong. that isnât the right equation to use.â
toji looked back down at his paper, sighing softly, and rubbed his face as he seemed to sink deeper and deeper into his chair. she couldnât understand it; there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in getting a question wrong. sheâd done it before herself many times, and more than likely would continue to do so.
âsorry, i-uh, iâm not very good at mathematics,â he mumbled shyly, and her heart started to crumble like a biscuit.
she pulled her pen out of her pocket and clicked it once. âno need to be sorry. do you want me to show you how to do it?â
toji nodded wordlessly, and slid the paper over to her, angling the laptop so she could see the question displayed. it was about calculating the speed of an athlete's arm as they threw a ball through the air, but he hadnât used the correct equation, nor the correct standard units. she quickly wrote out every step of how to solve it, did a final check that her mental calculations were correct against his gray calculator, and slid the paper back to him.
âthere, be careful with your units and donât forget to include them. most of my professors have strict marking against not writing the proper ones, i donât know about yours, but it might be better to be safe than sorry,â she explained, her throat tightening as he intently looked at her working out.
it felt personal on another sort of level, and strangely intimate.
he seemed to be taking his time studying it, with a slightly blank look, as if what she had done was still going well over his head. âyeah, good point. thank you,â was all he mustered, and he tilted his head at the scratch paper.
âdo you want me to explain anything?â she prompted, half expecting him to pretend that he understood everything. that would have been typical of a student at university - faking it until they somehow made it.
so she was pleasantly surprised, but not at all unwilling to explain it when toji nodded again, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. she tried to recall how her teachers in high school had taught her these concepts, trying to adapt their tone of voice: patient and understanding. she leaned over to be more at eye level at him, trying to seem less intimidating, and their close proximity was sending her brain into overdrive.
âi hope this makes more sense now,â she said as she wrapped up the explanation.
tojiâs lips formed a small âoâ shape, and the scar gracing them resembled the greek letter phi, but with the line running over to the right side instead of the middle. if she didnât need anymore proof that the boy sitting in front of her was perfect, then the angels had just thrown in the winning factor.
phi, the perfect golden constant, now belonged in her mind only to toji fushiguro.
âuh, yeah actually,â he hummed, seemingly appreciative, his eyes sparkling against the dim lighting of the cafe. âthanks so much.â
she couldnât help it, but she grinned widely. âno problem at all.â
she started to walk away, biting her lip when she turned her back to him, already feeling the bitter sting of disappointment that things would probably be back to normal after yet another deviation. until toji called out, âyouâre really good at this. what do you study?â
âphysics,â she replied, hoping the shock wasnât too evident in her voice. âwhat about you?â
âP.E.,â he answered, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. she had to try very hard not to stare at how nice his biceps looked. âi stupidly decided to add a sports biomechanics module as my optional one. kinda regretting it now.â
toji chuckled halfheartedly, and she almost swooned, but opted to tilt her head to the side and say, âoh, but donât you find it fascinating? itâs the numbers behind the real output of an athlete.â
âoh, well i never really thought about it that way.â he seemed to be genuinely pondering her outlook on the matter, staring hard at the numbers before him, and she felt the blood rising to her cheeks. toji looked back up at her and smiled a devastatingly handsome smile. âi suppose it makes sense for you to think like that.â
she didnât really know how to reply to that except an, âi guess so,â and then added a polite follow-up of, âwhat sort of sport do you, then?â
âjudo and jujutsu,â toji replied smoothly and completely casually. âi train at the gym before i come here.â
âoh yeah? thatâs quite intense.â
ânot so much if you enjoy it, really.â
âeasy for you to say. youâre obviously in much better shape than the rest of us.â
she almost cringed externally at that.
obviously much better shape? why on earth would you say obviously, stupid?
but toji only chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âhard work, i guess.â he mumbled, staring back at his paper.
she glanced up at the time, noting that it was almost time to close. âwell, iâm sorry, but you might have to practice it yourself at home.â
he looked panicked for a second, his eyes darting over to the clock. âoh, yeah. probably.â and started to slowly pack up his things.
she didnât want to observe him anymore than she already had, so she busied herself by washing their mugs and quickly wiping down the counter for the morning shift, while toji was taking his time neatly packing away his things. was it wishful thinking that perhaps he was stalling. whether it was or wasnât, she left him to it, switching off the lights everywhere except at the entrance. she swept her eyes over the cafe to make sure she hadnât missed anything before heading out.
toji stood beside the door, his eyes flitting about anywhere but her, obviously waiting for her to finish locking up. she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest and smiled awkwardly at him as he finally met her gaze. he shuffled outside before she did, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the nights sky, the silver moon shining between stringy wisps of clouds.
he looked like a scene straight from a movie â a movie where a beautiful boy was up against the weight of the world.
she could see it all clearly now: his scuffed up trainers, canvas bag with dirt stains scraping the bottom of it, the hole in his shirt near the hem. and yet, she knew he had real strength, the quiet sort of kind, that would completely surprise anybody that decided to come at him.
she locked the door behind her, the keys jangling, disturbing the relative quiet of the street. the distant whooping of boisterous students, no doubt drinking and partying away their stress, could be heard a little ways off into the distance. the bright light of the 7-11 across the streets flickered, and she briefly considered buying some cheap dinner before heading home.
she cleared her throat and gave him a small smile. âwell, good luck studying.â
toji breathed out a half-hearted laugh. âthanks, iâll need it.â
âif youâre still having trouble with your calculations, you can always ask me tomorrow,â she reassured, feeling bold enough to assume that his equation would continue to equate to hers.
he seemed to hesitate, as if debating something within his head, and replied, âyeah, sure.â but his tone left much to be desired, and she was already kicking herself for being so direct. âsounds good.â
she bit her lip and mumbled a weak âgoodnightâ before walking straight into the 7-11 to escape.
| ÎŚ |
the next night in the cafe, after quite a long day of punching numbers into her calculator and her eyes swimming with all sorts of symbols, she was contemplating the sheer power of a supernova explosion.
it was golden hour, and toji had arrived much earlier to study. his deviations from the norm weren't so jarring anymore, and sheâd almost come to sort of expect them at this point. heâd actually met her eyes as she prepared his tea, and even offered her a smile and a âthank youâ.
the time passed on quickly, and soon enough, it was just her, toji, and two other customers â fellow students â inhabiting the same area. it was around 9:17p.m., the usual time for it to be a sacred silence. so when four boys staggered through the door, the bell cried out aggressively from the force of them nearly ripping open the door, completely tearing her from whatever daydreams she had been lost in.
they were cruel, uncaring about her or the other patrons they were disturbing with their raised voices and boisterous behavior. she kept her cool, not letting their jeers and sly comments get to her as she prepared their orders, wanting to get them out of the cafe as soon as she possibly could. one of them was particular unnerving, staring at her more than the others did, a creepy smirk on his lips and dangerous glint in his eyes.
he was like a black hole, and she felt as if she was about to be swallowed alive.
she felt like she couldnât breath.
as if her body didnât remember the biomechanical process to allow her to expand her lungs and fill them with sweet air.
were the angels in serious danger of their calculations becoming completely wrong? was her equation to become something twisted and tragic by the end of the night?
when the group left, the evil boy had glanced over his shoulder to give her one last indecipherable look before he took off at a run after his friends. she exhaled shakily, willing her body to remember how to breath, and decided to distract herself by cleaning any and all random nooks and crannies she could find in an effort to distract herself.
oh how she hated them those stupid, idiotic boys â and that their words and manners had such an impact on her.
sheâd worked herself into such a state that she hadnât even noticed toji standing awkwardly at the counter until she turned to sip at her ice-cold tea, and almost yelped in surprise.
âhey,â toji greeted gently, delicate raindrops against a pane of glass. âitâs eleven.â
and so it was as she noted the time on the clock. she wiped her brow and discarded the now completely blackened cleaning cloth into the rubbish. âsorry, iâll just get the keys now. you head on.â
âno, itâs okay,â he hummed. âtake your time. iâll be outside.â
when she finally finished the usual locking-up routine, toji had resumed that vision of perfection from the previous night, and it was almost impossible to even consider, but he was even more dreamy than before. toji had to have been carved by michealangelo; born of marble and beauty, and forced to to live in this plane of existence. in some rural countryside of japan, at a public university campus, surrounded by bog-standard students trying to scrape through life.
she felt he didnât really belong here, as if he was already slipping through her fingers, even though he never really was between them to begin with.
âsee you tomorrow,â she said in farewell, giving him a small wave and already walking away.
the loud thuds against the pavement reverberated the immediate vicinity, and toji huffed as he caught up to her, âhey, uh, whereabouts do you live?â
ânot too far, about a ten-minute walk away,â she replied, almost floored at the fact that he had just run after her. âwhy?â
âjust⌠you ok if i tag along? i could use the company.â
ââŚsure?â
they walked side by side in silence, and her mind was going into complete overdrive. she was trying so hard not to be completely floored that somehow, on a random April night, toji fushiguro was walking her home. it was obvious that he was lying about company â perhaps not an outright lie, but it definitely wasnât the whole truth. time seemed to have passed quicker than it should have, and before she knew it, they had arrived at her accommodation. toji seemed to hover, looking over his shoulder, his body seemingly tense.
âwell, this is me,â she announced, jingling her keys for good measure. âhuh, are you okay?â
toji was glaring into the darkness, into the twisted labyrinth of twists and turns in between buildings, only really half-listening. âyeah,â he replied tersely, his fists clenching. âyouâre staying at home tonight, right?â
she nodded nervously, suddenly hyperaware of the deep, foreboding inkiness of the night. âmhm.â
he turned to her, verdant eyes simmering with something nearly as dark as the sky. âgood, iâll see you tomorrow then.â
âbye, toji.â
but he was already striding off into the labyrinth, off to face the dirt and coal thrown at him, when he himself was made of marble and gold.
| ÎŚ |
a week after toji had walked her home, she had her first final exam, during which the whole time her thoughts were consumed by him.
of toji fushiguro.
toji and his eyes of forests and jade. of his sculpted body, and all the angles and lines that made up his face. his scar that made him golden and perfect, her phi. of how she had seen him on campus the next morning after he walked her home, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, split knuckles raw and red against the marble of his skin. how heâd finally noticed her outside the cafe for the first time and actually smiled at her.
her friends â more so acquaintances who had happened to become close simply because they were on the same course âhad noticed the exchange. when toji had walked well out of earshot, they had bombarded her with hushed whisper-yells of excited âoh my god!" and "how did you even get him to smile? iâve never even heard him speak.â
and sheâd shrugged them off, fending off their curiosity with, âoh, he comes to the cafe all the time, thatâs all.â
she didnât want to get into all the details of toji and her. well, just toji really â there was no 'and her'. their time together was a coveted treasure, and she was strangely possessive over it.
that night, as she handed toji his tea, she plucked up the courage to ask, âwhat happened to your hands?â
toji automatically looked down at them, flexing them as if even mentioning them made them burn with pain. âoh, nothing, just went a bit too hard at training.â
it didnât occur to her not to believe him until she was staring blankly at the last question of her exam.
she thought of the evil boy in the cafe, of toji staring down into the darkness and looking over his shoulder as if demons were just behind them, and he was the only thing keeping them at bay. maybe he really was doing just that. maybe thatâs why he had continued to walk her home every night, as their graphs continued to overlap even more closely together.
she came out of that exam feeling as if some sort of hidden revelation was waiting to be discovered, and by god, how much she loved to solve for a new equation.
toji was already waiting for her at the cafe when she arrived for her shift, an occurrence steadily getting earlier. he immediately took note of her coming in, and his eyes lit up. she smiled brightly at him, offering him two thumbs up, to which he grinned and pushed away his laptop before approached her.
âso, it went well then?â he prompted, the ghost of a smile still playing on his lips.
she poured them both two mugs of tea, and held hers out towards him. âyeah, it wasnât too bad actually. cheers to that!â
toji chuckled and clinked his mug with hers, the both of them blowing on the tea before sipping it tentatively. he went back to his table, resuming whatever he had been doing, and leaving her to serve the customers. that was perhaps the only drawback of toji arriving earlier - that their time spent together was interrupted. but it also served as a tantalizing countdown to when it was just the two of them.
obviously, their dynamic had shifted dramatically in the past week, and theyâd settled into an easy-flowing sequence â something that felt as if phi would be, so perfectly balanced and positively golden. toji seemed to want to unveil the mystery of his equation to her, but bit by bit, which she didnât mind at all. she loved slowing figuring out the scale of his axes, plotting all his points together, and finally drawing the curve that connected them all.
toji fushiguro could only be described as steady, a mountain that would never bend or break, his roots so profoundly deep that she had to really dig to see them.
he loved his body, but not in a superficial way, but more that it was something he was in control of and could continually improve. she discovered that he drank green tea not just because it was healthy, but because it was cheap. how most of his gym wear had varying sizes of holes, and he carried around a tiny sewing kit in his bag at all times because he sometimes only noticed one when he was out and about.
most importantly, today he had divulged what he wanted for his future.
âi want to get out of this hellhole as soon as i can,â toji had sighed exaggeratedly, stretching his neck backwards. whenever the last customer had left the cafe, heâd drag a chair over to the edge of the counter. not so directly in front of it that he was blocking any customers, but just enough so that they were sitting across from each other.
she rolled her eyes playfully at him, nibbling at the cap of her pen. âoh, how original. you and every other student in this university.â
âwell yeah, obviously, but not as much as me,â he retorted.
âwhat make you so different, then?â
âiâve always wanted to leave, even before i got here. i want to to go and live in tokyo.â
âtokyo, huh? and what do you wanna do there?â
âwell, eventually i want to open my own dojo and teach jujitsu, but iâd probably have to start out as an instructor.â
âoh wow, youâve got a solid sort of plan. have you always wanted to do that?â
âyeah, i really hate it here.â
and heâd gone quiet, but she didnât press him. instead, she focused on her textbook because there were still exams to be studied for, and waited for toji to come back to her. where he went in those moments, she didnât know. there was something lurking in the shadow of the mountain, and he still seemed to be fighting against it even now.
she knew heâd come back to her when heâd lean in closer, cheek against his palm, and try to make sense of whatever diagrams appeared on the pages she was reading.
âthat looks cool,â toji murmured, pointing at whatever had piqued his interest. âwhat is it?â
and she discovered, not that it was a real shock, that toji was so very curious. he wanted to know things, he liked to know how things worked, and he was really clever. she would explain as best as she could, and toji would follow along diligently, nodding his head every so often and asking the occasional question. many people probably underestimated just how smart he really was, but she never did.
âthis is a diagram that sort of shows what einsteinâs theory of general relativity is all about.â
âah right, itâs pretty famous then isnât it? cuz itâs einstein's.â
âhaha, i suppose so, yeah.â
âwhatâs it about?â
she bit her lip and tilted her head, placing her finger as a makeshift bookmark and closed the book between her fingers. âitâs about⌠how really big objects like planets and stars cause gravity by bending space-time.â
âbending space-time is gravity?â
âitâs because the bigger object has caused smaller ones to be pulled closer to it, if that makes sense.â
toji nodded slowly and laughed. âitâs a bit over my head. how you perfectly understand it is beyond me though.â
âi wouldnât say perfectly,â she replied bashfully. âbut i think itâs a beautiful theory.â
âyou think every theory is beautiful.â
âhaha! no, well yes, but thatâs besides the point!â
âwell, what is the point?â
âthat something has had such a profound impact, because itâs so big and larger than life that itâs impacting all the other small things around it and pulling them in closer to it.â
toji smiled, the kind of smile he had when he was more vulnerable and soft, when his barriers were down and forgotten about. the way he looked at her made her body jolt with thousands of little lightning bolts.
âyeah,â he mused thoughtfully. âyeah, that is kinda beautiful.â
| ÎŚ |
five days.
thatâs how long it had been since sheâd seen toji, and she missed him more than she cared to admit, even to herself.
it wasnât ideal, right smack in the middle of the exam season, to be so distracted by a boy, but toji fushiguro wasnât just any boy. he was the boy who she spent every day with, and the past two weeks had been a rosy dream as they talked more and more. it was now the middle of may, and she was almost done with sitting all of her exams. she should have been thinking of her future, about a solid career plan, and where she wanted to live.
but no, all she could think of was the laws of physics and toji fushiguro, and counting down the days until she could see him again.
he was currently out on a placement excursion, teaching ten-year-old kids during their regular sports curriculum. it was almost comical, and she couldnât help but smile to herself whenever she thought of toji surrounded by a bunch of wide-eyed children. heâd already been groaning about it before he left, about this and that, and how much he didnât like silly kids and their silly faces.
âwhat are you smiling about?â one of her friends whispered suspiciously, leaning in closer to her so as not to disturb anybody else in the library.
she shook her head, and told a little lie, âoh, just about how close we are to finishing uni. itâs sort of unbelievable.â
her friend raised a brow, clearly not believing her. âsure, and it doesnât have anything to do with fushiguro?â
âugh, why do you keep bringing him up all the time? i told you thereâs nothing going on there.â
âiâll believe that when i stop seeing you smiling like an idiot in love. now, câmon and focus on this.â
love?
no, no. it wasnât love.
not quite yet, at least, but she knew it was getting there.
she felt a slight tremor in her chest, traveling all the way to the tips of her fingers and then the ends of her toes like an electric current across a wire. it was unfathomably scary to admit it, but it was nothing but the truth.
she was falling for toji fushiguro.
she ducked her head down, her pencil scratching against her notepad as she attempted yet another sample question, endeavouring to distract herself from all thoughts of him for the rest of the study session. as soon as she had to leave for the cafe, she practically shoved her things into her bag and almost ran towards it. toji should be back today, with it being friday and the school week coming to an end.
when she got there, her manager was behind the counter in the midst of serving a customer, and the cafe was reasonably busy. the overwhelming aroma of coffee wafted through her nose, warm and inviting, and familiar. she wondered if toji thought of her whenever he smelt coffee.
she certainly hoped that he did.
âgreat youâre here,â her manager beamed, handing her an apron to tie around her waist. âi was wondering if you would like to take some time off whenever you finish your exams? my nephew is coming to visit, and iâd like to put him to work instead of him lazing about all day.â
she was immediately hit with a sheer sense of panic. if she didnât work, then how else was she supposed to see toji? it was so utterly embarrassing and pathetic, that she was so enamored with this boy that she was willing to work just to see him. but then she thought about what would happen after graduation, and how they realistically would not be seeing each other â perhaps ever again.
âsure, thatâs alright with me,â is what she finally said after a moment's hesitation, but her manager obviously picked up on her hesitant tone.
ânever have i ever seen a student who didnât want time off work,â they chuckled, hand on their hip. âthis has got to do with that dark haired boy, doesnât it?â
heat creeped up into her cheeks, and she busied herself with pouring a cup of coffee for a customer, as her manager gazed at her in bemusement. âno,â she squeaked out.
âoh to be young again,â they said in a sing-song voice. âdonât worry about not working though, iâm sure that boy would follow you anywhere you go. iâve seen the way he looks at you.â
she didnât quite know how to respond to that.
when the moon had risen high into the sky and the shop was empty, she waited and waited for toji. he was late, and he should have been there by now. or maybe he wouldnât come? she thought it might have been quite bold to assume he would have tonight. he was probably tired from a whole week of teaching, and maybe he had decided to just go home and rest. she couldnât blame him for that.
but that didnât stop the soul-crushing disappointment from tearing her in two.
the sky must have felt her distress, because soon enough the pitter-patter of rain falling against the roof ensued. maybe metaphysical pain was real, and maybe she would spend her whole life trying to prove her theory. what a tragic future, she thought, and sniffled as she locked the door behind her.
and then she turned around, and toji was standing there, his chest heaving.
for a moment, they just faced each other. he was all wet, black hoodie all soggy and weighed down, sticking to him like a second skin. his green eyes were alight, looking at her with a mixture of nerves and something else she couldnât place. toji exhaled shakily, his lashes fluttering as he blinked fast.
âsorry,â he mumbled. âi tried to get here sooner, but there was an accident and my train was delayed.â
her heart melted; she felt as if she was one with the rain puddles in the dips of the pavement, one with the water pooling beneath tojiâs feat. could it be love already? maybe her loved ones, wiser and older than her would have said it was, but she felt too young to know it.
and yet, here was a boy standing in front of her, who had run through the rain and labyrinth of buildings to get here.
âoh, toji,â she gushed, instinctively opening up her umbrella and shielding him from the torrent of the sky. âyouâll get sick.â
she didnât realize just how close they were together, trapped underneath the tiny space, until toji was staring down at her. a water droplet dropped from his hair, over the ridge of his nose, caressing over his cupids bow and parted lips, all the way down to his chin and onto her lip.
she shivered, feeling as if their lips may as well have touched.
âit doesnât matter,â toji whispered, in that deep, almost sad tone that belonged only to him, and she finally admitted internally just how much she missed his voice. âitâs only water.â
they stood there staring at each other for a heartbeat too long, until she broke the silence with, âletâs get out of here.â
and then they set off at a slow, shuffling pace, the backs of their hands and shoulders brushing against each other, and she thought a live spark might just ignite off her skin. the rain sounded like little stones tumbling off the top of the umbrella, and the smell of the wet pavement served as little momentary distractions against the all-consuming feeling of toji beside her.
she didnât want it to end, and so when they reached the entrance to her accommodation, and turned to face him. âyou canât go home like this. do you want to come inside and dry off?â
tojiâs eyebrows shot up, and he almost looked like a deer in the headlights. he was fighting within himself; she could see it in the way his hand flexed, his knuckle touching hers. âiâll just make your floor wet though,â he muttered, looking down at the ground.
âit doesnât matter,â she urged, and added a desperate. âplease.â
that seemed to snap him out of whatever internal deliberation he was having, and toji nodded. âokay then.â
she couldnât help the smile that spread across her face, almost immediately turning towards the door to hide most of it from him, taking out the keys from her pocket and fumbled with one hand to grab the correct one for her door. his proximity behind her was beyond distracting, her back felt like the south side of a magnet, and toji was her north. it would be too easy to fall back into him, and so she endeavored to root her feet into the ground and resist the urge.
she finally opened it and they passed through the unwelcoming vibes of the main lobby, tojiâs shoes squelching loudly with every step he took. the student behind the desk glancing uninterestedly up at them, and then sharply looked back up, staring with saucer eyes at toji in tow behind her.
she once again fought with her keys, the sound echoing throughout the empty corridor, and pushed open the door to her shared dorm. it was compact but efficient for two people to live comfortably together. her flatmate was curled up on the sofa with her boyfriend, shui, in the main living area, only lit up by whatever was on the tv.
âroomie!â her roommate called out, oblivious to tojiâs presence. âhow was studying today?â
âyeah, great,â she answered, glancing back at toji awkwardly standing by the door. âyou?â
âall goo- oh! oh. hello there!â her roommate finally registered tojiâs presence as the door clicked shut behind him, immediately jumping out of shiuâs arms, who also looked back over his shoulder in intrigue.
âhey,â toji mumbled, a puddle of water now collecting over the white tiles.
shiu waved his hand at toji, who flicked his chin upwards in acknowledgment. she immediately turned to her roommate, âhey, you think you have something from shuiâs he could borrow?â
her roommate sprung into action, scrambling off the sofa. âyeah, yeah! sorry! iâll be right back.â
toji remained where he was, stationary as a rock, his emerald orbs flicking every which way. she wondered what he was thinking, but she was too consumed by the monumental event that he was really standing there in her living room to dwell on it.
her roommate burst out of her room, smiling brightly as she handled a bundle of clothes to toji. âthere you go! the bathroomâs just to the left there.â
he strode straight to the bathroom, his eyes meeting hers just before he closed the door.
âgirl,â her roommate excitedly whispered, vigorously grabbing her forearms. âwhat the- what is going on? i didnât know you and fushiguro were together.â
âweâre not together,â she rebuked, biting her lip. âweâre just⌠friends.â
her roommate scoffed, nearly bouncing up and down in glee. âshiu, you know this is the first time sheâd brought a boy home.â
shiu hummed quietly, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips. âthatâs great, babe.â
her roommate scoffed, rolling her eyes at him, and her grip tightened just a fraction. âis he spending the night? oh my god, you both should stay and watch a movie with us.â
âoh, i donât think heâll stayâŚâ
âgirl, just go and get changed into something else, and iâll talk to him when he comes out. you know people canât say no to me.â
before she knew it, she was being pushed into her room, and the door was slammed behind her. she breathed out shakily, sliding against her wardrobe with her head in her hands. her heart was racing, and fuck fuck fuck, what the hell was she thinking bringing toji here?
she heard the bathroom door open, and the quiet baritone of tojiâs voice mingled with her roommate's bubbly one. the words âpizzaâ and âmovieâ were mentioned, and she rushed to shimmy off her clothes and into her slightly better-looking loungewear, checking her hair was presentable enough. when she quietly opened her door, toji had his back towards her, wearing a black t-shirt that was a size too small and grey joggers that hugged his thick thighs.
he turned to face her, and the tense look on his face relaxed. her roommate piped up from the sofa, âhey! i was just saying that toji should stay and watch a movie with us while his clothes dry.â
she bit the inside of her cheek, and softly said to him, âyou donât have to if you donât want to.â
toji looked between her and her roommate, before replying with a low, âiâll stay.â
her roommate clapped her hands together. âgreat! iâll order the pizza.â
she walked over to the adjacent sofa to shiu, and hesitantly sat down on one edge of the sofa. toji followed and lowered himself onto the other empty side, leaving a space of everything and nothing between them. soon enough, her roommate returned and plonked herself right in between shiuâs spread legs, shuffling through the channels until she settled on a movie. the pizza arrived some time into the movie, and the four of them helped themselves. she couldnât help but steal glances at toji, his face illuminated by the tv's glow as he brought a cheesy slice of pizza to his mouth, his expression blank and unreadable.
whatever way the angels must be solving her cosmic equation, they were obviously applying tojiâs formula. their numbers were intertwining, creating a new constant, and she wondered what sort of symbol would represent the two of them.
toji met her gaze, and the corner of his lip curled upward.
after the movie had ended, her roommate had ushered a bemused shiu into her room and wiggled her fingers in an excited goodbye. âshh,â sheâd giggled, while shiu rolled his eyes at her, tugging on the sleeve of her pyjama top. âdonât make too much noise, you two.â
and with that, she shut the door, leaving them alone.
together.
in her living room, on the same sofa.
âdo you, uh, want to watch something else?â she murmured, her legs folded beneath her.
toji breathed out a quiet laugh. âplease. iâm sorry, but that movie was actually so bad.â
she nearly snorted, clapping her hand over her mouth in an effort to contain her giggle. âyeah, it was pretty shit.â
the clock above the tv read 1:42 a.m., and she wondered if toji was tired. she assumed he would be after waking up so early to teach a bunch of energetic children. âyou want some tea? i was just going to make some,â she asked, her ankles cracking as she rose from the sofa.
toji slapped his thighs, and steadily got up as well. âsure, but i should really get going soon. i donât want to overstay my welcome.â
âspend the night,â she blurted out before she could stop herself. ânone of us would mind, i promise.â
she then stupidly, pathetically even, held out her pinky towards him. toji frowned, clearly confused. âwhat are you doing?â
âa pinky promise.â
âoh right, yeah.â
he curled his pinky around hers, and a tiny electric shock sparked between them. she hissed and drew her hand back, but their eyes met, and they both erupted into a fit of hushed giggles, which only served to make them laugh harder.
âokay, you stick something on tv and iâll make the tea,â she grinned, her bare feet softly padding on the floor as she went over to the kitchen.
as the kettle boiled, she watched toji flicking aimlessly through the channels, his face contorting when he came across something he didnât like. he settled back onto the sofa, legs spread out as he reclined, mop of thick hair resting against the armrest. the shock of having him her in her home had faded now, and it felt almost natural for them to be around each other in this way. she brought over his mug filled with green tea, and he looked up at her gratefully as he took it from her. she sat down on the other sofa, stretching her legs out. tojiâs eyes were slightly red, and he was yawning great big yawns, with the mug delicately balanced on his chest and one arm behind his head. the tv was on a low volume, and she wanted to pause time, even just for a while.
âhey, just lemme know when you wanna sleep. you can sleep in my room,â she murmured, hands grasping both sides of her mug, feet rubbing against each other.
toji looked over at her, a scowl playing on his features. âand where are you going to sleep, the sofa?â
âwell, yeah.â
âno.â
âbut youâre the guest!â
âshut up, no.â
âbu-â
âno.â
she huffed playfully, throwing a hand up in surrender, to which toji smirked at. they sat in comfortable silence, watching some silly competition show play on. despite the tea, she could feel herself becoming sleepier by the minute. she looked over at toji, who seemed perfectly content to lie there and watch the contestants make complete fools of themselves.
âbet that guyâs gonna fall off,â he mumbled, his arms folded over his chest. she only hummed in response, her cheek squished against a pillow, and toji grunted, âyou the sleepy one now?â
she laughed, which interrupted her yawn. âmaybe.â
âgo to sleep then. donât stay up for me.â
oh, how much he didnât know about how long she would stay up for him, and how long she would really wait. but she couldnât say anything except, âyou sure?â
âyeah, yeah, iâm cool here.â
âhold on, lemme get you a blanket and pillow before i go.â
she returned promptly with them, kneeling down to place them on the floor beside him. when she looked up, she didnât realize just how close his face was to hers. tojiâs eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes.
she gulped.
âgood night,â he whispered.
ânight,â was all she could muster before overcoming the magnetism between them and walking away.
| ÎŚ |
the final stretch.
a flurry of pens on paper, pounding hearts, a tripwire of nerves, and thenâŚ
âtimeâs up! everyone please put down your pens. the exam is officially concluded.â
she leaned back in her seat, a sheer sense of awe crawling over her. this was it, she was done. her last university exam, all of it was finally over after three long years. her fellow students were of similar sentiment, with wide, nervous smiles, as if they all couldnât really believe this was happening, as the smacks of numerous pats on the back reverberated through the hall.
the sun was shining on her face as she exited the exam hall, warm and inviting, promising that the hope for the future wasnât unfounded. they were all high on life, with the thought that the world was their oyster, and they would all be lucky enough to find their own pearls.
âoh my god,â her friend groaned exaggeratedly, hands on her knees as if sheâd just run a marathon. âitâs over.â
"yeah, it is," she hummed in agreement, basking in the sheer awe of the moment.
her friend barked out a laugh and clasped her hands together. âright then, iâm going to get ready for the party tonight. you are coming, right?â
âyeah of course,â she confirmed, shocking even herself that she would be going out. âwe can only celebrate this once.â
her friend squealed, pulling her into a big hug before breaking away and trotting off. âbring fushiguro! maybe you both can get drunk and finally kiss,â she called out over her shoulder.
a few students looked over at her, and the embarrassment was almost crushing. sheâd come to understand now that everyone on campus knew who toji fushiguro was. he was renowned for his adonis figure, the kind of handsome that only existed in fiction, and the fact he most certainly wasnât associated with any girls or went to any parties.
until perhaps now, of course.
later that night at the cafe, as she fidgeted at her spot behind the counter, she plucked up the courage to ask toji, âso, you can totally say no if you donât want to come, but thereâs a party thatâs happening in my building to celebrate the end of exams.â
toji looked up from reading her quantum mechanics textbook she had brought and grunted, âa party, huh. you going?â
âyeah, iâll be heading over after closing up,â she replied, a bit deflated that he hadnât seemed to notice she had dressed up quite a bit from her usual attire.
he hummed, nodded, and went back to reading. âiâll see how i feel.â
that was no definitive reply, and she picked apart his usual baritone and analyzed in her mind as she went through a back-and-forth internal debate, trying to deduce some sort of meaning from it. sheâd arrived to the party about an hour ago, and she was still thinking about it as she sipped away at some fruit-flavored punch that was far too delicious and dangerous for someone who didn't really drink. her lips were already numb, and the creeping giddiness was making her feel the joyousness of all that life is and would be.
her course mates had their arms around her shoulders, all of them loudly singing, more slurring really, in a circle to whatever song was thumping through the speakers. a part of her wanted to loose herself in the silliness of it all; it gave her courage and made her seem capable of things she would never have even dreamed of sober.
âoh my- donât look, but fushiguro is actually here,â her friend slurred through her ear, nearly shouting and sending a ringing noise piercing through her eardrum.
she turned around, and sure enough, there was toji fushiguro pushing his way through the throng of students dancing in the cramped apartment they had decided to congregate in. his green eyes met hers, and relief ran over his features. it was cheesy, as well as completely impossible, but time seemed stretch and distort, slowing to a crawl the closer he got to her. her friend released her from the circle, giving her a calculated shove and sending her stumbling over her own feet.
straight into tojiâs waiting arms.
âoh, fuck,â he shouted as he caught her, holding her forearms in a firm grip. âyou okay?â
she stared up at him, the alcohol running through her blood making her lips spread into a big, dopey smile, and giggled, âyeah, youâre here.â
she could have sworn the tips of his ears turned pink, but the flashing, multicoloured lights made it too hard to make it out properly. it took her far too long to realize that toji still hadnât let go of her arms, even as her punch had spilled on them both, and as even more people stared and bumped into them.
âyou want a drink?â she shouted, standing up on her tiptoes to reach his ear.
toji grimaced. âno thanks, i donât drink.â
âoh yeah, youâre a proper athlete and all,â she hiccuped, her body flushing with heat and the sound of the music.
he only laughed at that, his emerald eyes twinkling with possibilities.
| ÎŚ |
âbe careful,â toji hissed as he quickly moved to steady her as she tripped over the doorway into her dorm. âjesus, youâre a mess.â
âi-hiccup! no, no iâm a ss-shtar,â she wallowed, chuckling madly at her own antics. âssstar! star.â
âyes, yes, a star, definitely,â toji mumbled, closing the door behind them, and maneuvering her securely along with him.
âhehe, am i youuuur star, toji?â she giggled, her legs giving out from underneath her, suddenly turning into jelly.
he snorted, using her strength to lift her off the floor and into his arms. âyes, you are. now câmon, letâs get you to bed.â
her head rolled against his chest, her head swimming in a pool of red stars and blue moons, all of them circulating around a green sun. âgo onnn, you have to say iâm yo-hiccup-ur star!â
âyouâre my star. now câmon, get into bed.â
as soon as he laid her underneath her duvet, her head started to pound and swirl the moment she closed her eyes. her stomach lurched like she was actually free-falling, and she groaned loudly. toji kneeled down in front of her, his face oh so very close to hers.
âwhatâs wrong? you wanna get sick?â he asked, forest eyes deep and ethereal as they took in her probably smeared makeup.
âi close my eyes and it feels bad,â she mumbled, feeling childish as her silliness became too much for even her not-so-sober state to listen to.
toji settled into a more comfortable sitting position, and she could feel his breath caressing her face. âtell me about something then, donât think about it.â
âlike-hiccup what?â
âanything. talk to me about stars, or whatever.â
âstars, really? okay⌠did you know, that thereâs -hic- all different colors?â
âno, i didnât actually. whyâs there so many?â
âcuz theyâre all different temperatures, thatâs why.â
âthatâs really cool. tell me about all the colors.â
âohh, well thereâs blue stars, those're the hottest one. and then thereâsâŚâ
| ÎŚ |
she woke up to a throbbing headache and a burning stomach.
her eyes ached as light filtered through the opaque grey curtains of the window, and the white wall beside her bed was the first thing she saw when she finally peeked her eyes open. it was dreadfully plain and uninteresting, but rolling over to the other side to avoid it was another sort of unnecessarily difficult task.
she almost threw up when she saw toji lying there on the floor.
âtoji?â she whispered urgently. âtoji?! are you awake?â
he grunted in annoyance and rolled over to face her, his midnight hair all messy on a pillow he had procured from who knows where, although there was no blanket to be seen. the scarred side of his lip twitching as he flitted somewhere in between the realm of dreams and sleep.
oh how her heart was absolutely swooning at the sight.
she smiled to herself, quietly watching him sleep and quickly forgetting about how ill she felt, because none of that mattered. only that she could hear the scratching of quills, ruffling feathers, and the soft music playing, telling her that this was it.
she was in love with toji fushiguro.
there was no other way around it.
no more denying it to herself or anyone else â she loved him.
the boy who slept on a rock-hard floor beside her all night, listening to her drunk and probably terrible explanations about stars and who knows what else.
green orbs peeked out from hooded lids, and toji mumbled, âwhatâre you lookin at?â
she bit her lip, trying to contain her giddiness at her own sudden revelation, and reached over to poke his hand. âyou. why didnât you sleep on the sofa?â
toji's eyes fully opened, and he grabbed her finger and tugged gently. âcause, what if you needed to get sick and tripped in the dark? you might be a star, but you donât actually shine, you know?â
âhah, youâre hilarious,â she retorted, letting him waggle her finger with his hand. âwhat else did i say, then?â
âthat iâm the nicest person on earth for staying with you, and that i deserve free green tea from now on.â
âchancer, i definitely didnât.â
âbut how do you know you definitely didnât?â
a loud knock at her door jolted them both out of their banter, and her roommate belted from the other side, âoi, lovebirds! weâre all going to get breakfast, want to come with?â
she looked expectantly at toji, who shrugged and mouthed âsureâ, and answered back, âyeah, be out in a sec!â
âlovebirds, huh?â toji mumbled, as he intertwined their fingers, the corner of his lip curling upwards.
oh, angels in heaven aboveâŚ
âshut up.â
| ÎŚ |
the month of june was of blue skies and scorching pavements.
of far too many melted vanilla and matcha ice-creams dripping onto their clothes. of heat mirages and the cool, sweet relief of air-conditioned cafes and shopping malls. of lying on dried-out, yellowed grass at night, their sweaty hands firmly holding each other, while looking up at the midnight sky and divulging all their deepest secrets.
it was when she learned how toji got the scar on his lip.
he was twiddling with the hem of her baby pink t-shirt, not quite looking at her. âmy cousins used to bully me when i was a kid,â he admitted quietly.
her gaze snapped over to him, soul aching for him. âtoji, thatâs awful.â
birds twittered loudly in a nearby tree.
then, it was quiet for a while.
she didnât know what to say really, except, âdid you tell anyone?â
toji shook his head, trailing a finger up and down her bare arm. âmy parents kinda dismissed it like it wasnât happening. i think they didnât want to stir things within the family, even when the fuckers took it too far one day and caused this."
he paused, took a shaky breath, and with a voice tinged with bitterness he continued, âthey held me down and threatened me with razor blades, and one of 'em accidentally slipped.â
âiâm so sorry,â she whispered, not knowing quite else to say, and rolled over onto her side to face him.
âitâs alright, iâm over it,â toji mumbled, returning to lying on his back, his arm behind his head. âbut itâs why i've been studying so hard, so i can get the hell out of here. my family lives quite close by, you see.â
âright, and tokyo is about as far away as you can get.â
âyeah, pretty much.â
âand thatâs why you didnât speak to anyone at uni. you knew you'd just be moving on anyways, so there was no point making friends."
âmhm.â
she chewed the inside of her cheek. âso, what made me different?â
toji turned his head to face her, his gaze holding a gentleness she'd never seen before, âbecause⌠youâre you,â he said, as if that alone would explain everything.
she looked away, staring up at the sky again. it was silent for some time before she finally asked, âhave i ever explained what quantum entanglement is to you before?â
âdonât think so, but go on.â
âitâs when two particles are so deeply connected, that it doesnât matter even if theyâre separated. the connection will always be there, and theyâll always affect each other. the distance between them doesn't matter either, because they still belong to each other.â
toji was quiet for a long time.
she wondered if he understood the deeper meaning behind what she was actually trying to say. she had never explicitly said to him that she loved him, and perhaps this was the only way she could say it - in the only way she knew how to. it was too late to turn back now anyway.
suddenly, toji pushed his upper body off the ground and sat upwards, his back turned to her.
he was breathing fast, too fast, and her heart started to beat frantically.
âtoji?â she called out, fear lacing her words, her heart breaking in two at the mere thought of him rejecting all of this this â rejecting her.
toji turned to her, and whispered with glossy eyes, his words almost barely audible, âitâs you. itâs you. itâs you, and i love you.â
with that, he practically fell on top of her, their lips finally meeting in what seemed like an inevitable occurrence. like an eclipse or the death of a star, but none of that mattered. because here she was, with toji fushiguro.
and he loved her.
he loved her, as her lips parted for him and their tongues swirled together, and she thought he tasted of vanilla.
she loved him, as he tenderly held the back of her head, and she melted into him like the ice creams they savoured every day.
they loved each other, as their hands dipped underneath their shirts, exploring the dips and valleys of each other's bodies.
the universe was never more perfect than in that very moment.
| ÎŚ |
the very next week, they went on their first official date.
âiâll swing by your place at eight oâclock, is that okay?â toji asked her over the phone, as she lazed about in her bed in a dream-like, rosy trance.
she hummed, rolling onto her back and kicking her legs in the air. âsure. what are we doing?â
ânever you mind your brilliant little head about it. just be ready, okay?â
âhehe, okay.â
âokay, iâll see you later⌠i love you.â
âi love you too.â
with that, he ended the call, and she was left counting down the hours until she would see him. she got ready in good time, being careful to shave every bit of hair on her body, being meticulous as she plucked her brows perfectly. she hadnât thought of sex since her subpar experience with it during her first year, and had since locked it out of her mind. not that she even thought they would be doing something like that.
at least, not until she had spied a box of condoms under the bathroom sink cabinet.
and now, it was all she could think about.
just after eight p.m., there was a prompt knock on the door, and she breathed out shakily before opening it. and there was her boy, her toji, holding a bouquet of half a dozen red roses, with a blush gracing his cheeks nearly as colorful as the blooms in his hands.
âhey,â he greeted with a handsome, crooked smile, his eyes sweeping up and down her figure. âyou look beautiful. i hope you like italian food.â
and all her bundle of nerves dissipated. âyeah,â she replied breathlessly. âi do.â
toji took her to a small restaurant not too far from her dorm, roughly a fifteen-minute walk away. it was quirky, with cobblestone walls and a warm ambience, designed really for students with not much money in their pockets.
but it was just perfect.
it was natural, the way it was always meant to be. with her sitting there in a dainty summer dress, and toji in his usual black t-shirt and jeans, who was looking at her like she was his whole universe.
after they were done with their meal, heâd shooed her away from even trying to pay for the bill, which he took care of in battered notes and loose change. then, they walked hand in hand in the warm summer breeze back to her dorm. she prattled on excitedly about how she was looking for internships at various firms in tokyo, and toji was smiling as he listened to her finally start to figure out the answers to her future equation.
though, maybe not just her future.
they finally entered the safe space of her dorm, her roommates absence filling it with a sad eeriness. she looked at him shyly, fiddling with her fingers behind her back, and asked, âyou want some tea?â
toji hummed, taking his shoes off at the door. âsure, thanks.â
she was grateful he said yes, it gave her something to do with her shaky hands. she reached upwards to the cabinet to grab their mugs. the two twin beige, somewhat grey, mugs that always sat beside each other. they clinked loudly against the counter, and she flicked the kettle switch on.
and then, tojiâs warm hands were on her hips, and her mind went blank.
âi love you,â he mumbled, his lips soft and wet as they trailed against the curve of her neck. âyouâre my star, and i love you.â
he was repeating âi love youâ like a mantra he couldnât quite believe was true, and even a part of her was still amazed that it actually was. she turned to face him, tea well and truly forgotten about, and wrapped her arms around his neck to place her lips between his. toji hummed gently into her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her behind, pulling her closer into him.
it was a nebula explosion after that.
a stumbling mess of them making their way to her bedroom with their lips interlocked, bodies pressed close together as they ripped their clothes off each other. giggling like naughty children when she struggled to tug her dress off.
âyouâre hopeless,â toji groaned playfully, tapping her nose with his finger, before smoothly sliding her dress from her body.
she pouted, crossing her arms over her bare chest. âam not.â
he shushed her softly, pulling her into him once more in a fiery kiss, and they fell gently onto the bed. toji kneaded her breasts, eliciting a moan from her as his mouth traveled slowly from her lips, down to her neck and caressing her collarbone, flicking her hard nipple with his tongue.
âhmm, you feelin good, baby?â toji murmured, looking up at her with hooded lids, forest eyes blazing with desire reserved just for her. ânot too much?â
"n-no," she stuttered, fisting his black locks between her fingers, scratching the back of his scalp and making him groan.
toji parted his lips, his breath blowing softly and tickling her nipple, and she shivered and slightly arched her back in anticipation. he teased her with his tongue, licking her hard bud with a featherlight touch, and she gasped, âtoji, please.â
with that, he took her nipple in his mouth, steaming hot and so wet as his tongue swirled around it. she moaned loudly, arching herself into his body, and he placed a strong hand on the small of her back to pull her in.
she thought that if toji pulled her in any closer, they would surely melt into each other and become one.
her legs parted of their own accord, and her hips were pure instinct as she ground her slick pussy on his thigh, the ridges of the powerful muscle stimulating her perfectly and sending jolts of pleasure through her core. toji smiled against her nipple, giving it one last suck, letting it go with a dirty pop! and traveled back up to her face, his lips brushing hers.
âwho knew,â he whispered, pressing soft kisses along the bridge of her nose. âthat all this would happen from drinking green tea.â
she giggled, and held his face in her hands, bringing his lips back home to hers. âi need you, toji,â she breathed out, breaking their kiss. âcan i have you?â
toji smiled, touched his forehead to hers and murmured, âyou can always have me, sweetheart. tell me what you want.â
âi want you,â she begged, her arousal making her more mindlessly desperate by the second. âiâm yours, toji. make me yours.â
he snapped.
his lips captured hers once more in a searing kiss so molten hot, she was sure she would burn and be consumed by his fire. tojiâs hands moved down to himself, freeing his hard cock from his boxers with a little slap noise as it hit against her lower stomach. he pressed his hips into her and settled in between her legs, his hard and flushed dick feeling a thousand times hotter against her skin than his lips did.
toji moved his hips, his cock wetting against her folds, the slick sounds lewd and utterly intoxicating, as he pushed further into her with every back and forth motion.
further.
and further.
she moaned loudly as he finally sunk deep into her wet walls, painfully slow and deliciously agonising.
âoh, fuck baby,â toji groaned, his face in her neck, as he buried himself to the hilt. âyouâre -ah!- so fuckin beautiful. my beautiful girl.â
her nails dug into his shoulder, and toji bent her legs to fold them, rutting further into her. she whined at the deeper connection, feeling his cock flex inside her. he stilled with their chests pressed tightly together, and she could feel his heart pumping hard.
ât-toji,â she gasped, throwing her head back as she felt his balls against the curve of her ass.
the tip of his dick rubbing against that spongy spot that made her see stars behind her eyelids. he started shallowly thrusting, deliberately slow, holding her head so lovingly she felt she was going to burst.
this was heaven, she thought.
toji was heaven â her phi.
the golden ratio, found in all remarkable and beautiful things on the planet.
all her life, all the combinations of numbers, formulas, and sequences had to have been carefully calculated to lead up to him, to this moment.
toji sucked and kissed just below her ear, his muscled thighs flexing as he increased the pace just a fraction, and she clenched around him, feeling the veins of his cock rubbing exquisitely inside her. she tightly squeezed his bicep as the sounds of her squelching pussy and slapping of their bodies going plap! plap! plap! filled the room, and the smell of sex and toji wafted through her nose.
âlook at us,â he cooed, stroking her cheek. âmakin such a mess on your bed.â
she looked down to where their bodies met, and sure enough, there was a ring of white cream at the base of tojiâs cock pumping in and out of her, dripping messily down onto a damp spot on the bedsheets beneath them. his toned abs had a thin sheen of sweat, and they flexed and rippled as he really started to pound into her.
her pussy clenched around him again at the thought of him chasing his pleasure high from her body, and she kissed him fervently. toji moaned into her mouth, his balls tightening more and more. her orgasm was exponentially building, like the pressure of boiling water molecules hitting against the walls of a sealed container.
âlet go, babyâ toji murmured huskily, his hips snapping at an even faster pace. âlet go.â
and she did, throwing her head back and almost screaming, her legs shaking violently.
a supernova imploded somewhere at the other end of a distant universe. stars flew across the blackness behind her squeezed-shut eyelids, leaving behind a glittering trail of stardust. toji groaned into her neck, and she felt hot ropes of his cum spurt against her walls, his legs the only thing powering his body through his high.
she wrapped her arms around his neck as he stilled, half-hard cock still plugged inside her. they were huffing and panting into each other, their shared sweat making them stick to each other.
âi love you,â toji whispered, full of reverence, full of life.
she kissed him softly, rubbing their noses together. âi love you too.â
| ÎŚ |
it was early july now; their exam results had been released, and graduations were finally right around the corner.
âyou should go toji!â she exclaimed, cupping her mug of lukewarm tea with both hands, watching him intently from her spot on the sofa as he did some stretches. âyouâve worked so hard for this.â
he grunted, but from effort or annoyance, she couldnât tell. âi canât be bothered, seriously, and iâm not interested in standing on a stage and be the only person without parents cheering them on.â
she didnât press it further after that.
instead, she cast one last longing look at his muscles rippling as he stretched, and resumed perusing through internship advertisements on her laptop.
they had settled into an oddly domestic routine for the past few weeks. she would work in the cafe during the day, while toji trained ever harder at the gym. he would swing by and pick her up as she finished her shift in the early hours of the afternoon, and they would cook dinner and hang around the dorm. the weather was getting far too hot for leisurely walks during the day, and so they had mostly passed the time by making love and talking about everything and anything at all.
toji kissed the top of her head, squatting behind her, quite clearly finished with his stretches as his eyes skimmed over the tab open on her laptop. âstill nothin, baby?â
she sighed, rubbing his hand that was gently massaging her shoulders. âno.â
âyouâll find something, donât worry. itâll happen. letâs just focus on celebrating your graduation next week.â
her graduation.
she still couldnât believe it.
next week, she would be graduating, and the week after that, saying goodbye to her accommodation â her home â for the last three years of her life. saying farewell to her manager and the little cafe that had been so good to her, and not just because it had brought her and toji together. the stress was mounting to find something, anything, in tokyo, because she refused to even entertain the idea of going backwards and returning home.
and because she absolutely could not bear to be so far away from toji either.
the thought alone was soul-crushing.
she heard the shower faucet running in the bathroom, and a wave of loneliness hit her. why exactly, she wasnât sure, but she chased after toji into the bathroom.
he stared as she burst in, a thick brow raised in startled confusion, as soap suds trickled down his face and back. âwhat? you find somethin?â
clothes be damned, she stepped into the shower and kissed him with all the energy and emotion she could muster. toji was taken aback for a second, hesitatingly circling his arms around her, and then melting into her.
it was then that she decided.
she would rather her body combust, and all her atoms disperse into the atmosphere before even trying to live without toji fushiguro.
| ÎŚ |
it was the night before her graduation, and she was a nervous wreck.
âoh, toji,â she gushed, dipping the razor she was holding into a bowl of soapy water and giving it a little shake. âi hate getting up in front of people. i might just not go. it doesnât really matter anyway, does it?â
toji hummed, brows furrowed at her, but remained unable to respond unless he wanted to get soap in his mouth. she flicked away the excess water from the razor and carefully shaved underneath tojiâs chin. heâd really let his stubble grow out, and since he was adamant about attending her graduation, it meant that the scruff would just have to go.
ânugh- yâre goin,â toji mumbled through pursed lips. âyâre too shmart t'not go.â
âand youâre too smart to have missed yours, but here we are,â she retorted, her tongue poking out from the side of her lip in concentration. ânow stop talking, or youâll get cut.â
toji grumbled and huffed from his nose, sending a soap sud flying onto her bare arm, and he snorted in amusement. she was sat on top of the kitchen counter next to the sink, with toji standing in between her legs, his hands kneading her plush thighs every so often. she was deep in thought, the only sound the gentle scratching of the blade, and started going through a mental checklist of everything she needed to prepare for tomorrow morning.
her light green kimono for the ceremony was already laid out on her roommate's old bed, zori shoes and tabi socks neatly placed beside it, but her hair pins and accessories still needed to be picked out. oh no, she hadnât even decided on a-
âow, fuck!â
she snapped out of her thoughts as toji hissed in pain, ruby-red pearls of blood already blooming from his lip.
oh noâŚ
please god, no...
sheâd cut his scar, reopening the top layer of delicate flesh.
âtoji! fuck, iâm sorry,â she panicked, as he pulled away from her in a flash, his fingers pressing down on his lip. âiâm sorry, i didnât mean to!
she slid off the counter, immediately trying to go over and help him, but toji practically growled, âdonât fucking touch me.â
her body froze, a cold shock of dread spreading from her head straight down to her stomach where it pooled uncomfortably. âtoji?â she called out, her heart cracking and lip quivering. âitâs me. itâs only me.â
sheâd never seen him like this before, backed up against the wall like an injured animal, his green eyes widened, breathing quickened, and nostrils flared, as if he was about to lash out at anything and everything. he held her worried gaze, but there was nothing except a cold emptiness behind him.
there was no trace of the boy she knew and loved.
âoh, toji. please,â she begged, fat droplets of tears running down the apples of her cheeks. "let me help you."
toji madly scrambled away, grabbing his shoes, and was out the door as if heâd never been there to begin with.
| ÎŚ |
toji never came home that night.
sheâd fallen asleep on the sofa, after calling him numerous times with no answer, waiting for him to walk back through the door until she couldnât possibly keep her eyes open any longer. when she woke up groggily, her eyes still heavy from sleep and crying, she went about the arduous task of getting herself ready for graduation.
she hoped, no, prayed to the angels solving her equation to apply some sort of magic formula that would bring toji back to her. she had to believe he would show up to the ceremony; he just had to show. she didnât even want to think about trying to calculate for the probability of him not showing up.
but the day went by in a hazy, slow blur of camera flashes, ostentatious flower bouquets, and toothy grins of parents and graduates. she played the part perfectly, a walking empty shell of a human, hugging and smiling with her loved ones. when her name was called to receive her diploma, nothing else mattered except trying to catch a glimpse of tojiâs face in the audience.
but she couldnât see him.
a foolish part of her hoped that he was standing right at the back of the auditorium, wearing that soft smile she loved so much whenever he looked at her.
thatâs all it was though â foolish.
eventually, she returned back to her dorm in a numb daze, blinking slowly as her eyes swept over her soon-to-be-old home.
there was no trace of toji.
not his black sliders by the door.
not his toothbrush in the holder in the bathroom.
not his canvas bag or dirty gym clothes in the washing basket.
nothing at all.
she collapsed to the floor in a heap, her hands shakily procuring her phone from her clutch purse, and dialled tojiâs number.
beep. beep. beep.
âsorry, but the number you have called does not exist. ple-â
she snapped her phone shut, and hoped that her angels could hear the gut-wrenching scream that clawed its way out of her throat and reverberated around the empty walls of the dorm.
| ÎŚ |
the first law of thermodynamics states that energy can never be created or destroyed, only changing from one form to another.
that was all she think of as she curled into a fetal position on the cold, hard tiles of the apartment, teeth chattering as she repeated the law over and over again. the very marrow of her bones felt frozen solid, her fingernails harshly kissing crescent moons into her palm so hard that was she sure she must have bled by now.
but she didnât care.
her heart was tearing itself apart, a war of raw muscle and heartstrings against the merciless, cruel force of love clashing inside of her chest.
her energy, what was it?
was it love?
for the numbers and greek letters she puzzled over for hours on end, contemplating all of the universe's workings and mysteries. or was it for toji fushiguro? for the dark-haired boy who had taught to her love something else other than her calculations and green tea. to love life and all the little joys that came along with it, and that she was worth infinitely more than what she thought of herself.
if her energy was love, then what would it change into?
hate, rage?
both?
maybe the angels could mercifully apply the catastrophic formula of death, and prove her life's equation to be null and false. her body would dissolve back into dust and atoms that would find their way back to toji, hovering tantalisingly closely to him, but never to touch him again. would his body know hers, even if he could never hope to see her? would he sense her and smile, as he remembered the quiet, young love they once shared?
she liked to imagine that he would smile.
her teeth clattered loudly, and her arms disappeared into the sleeves of her kimono.
how strange, the music is louder than its ever been.
scratching of quills.
a splash of ink and a teardrop.
and the scroll was flipped over to a blank side.
| ÎŚ |
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gâday! i saw that you're receiving requests: so is it OK to request osamu with his significant other who calls him "ochamu" instead of "osamu" just to get a reaction out of him? sort of like baby talking his name if that makes sense??? i think it's super funny that he might look at you like you're crazy at first then get used to it overtime (atsumu gives him the side eye every single time) đ
but ofc, this is more of a suggestion if anything ^^ feel free to delete/ignore if it doesn't spark any inspo or you don't have any thoughts on it! ++ i know you wrote abt samu recently so maybe he should wait a little longer to get his turn PFFT. thanks for your time btw! i love your workssss â¨
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note: I love your brain omg- this was so fun to write lol. Hope you like it!!!
âOchamuuu, pay attention to me.â
The moment the word âOchamuâ was uttered from your lips, Osamu did not react positively. Sitting on the other side of the sofa, you see his lip curl in disgust. The side eye directed towards you was lethal.
 âWhat. Was. That.âÂ
 It was hard, but you managed to hold your giggles in. You pull the most innocent face you can and say, âWhat do you mean, Ochamu?â
He immediately gags and puts his hand out at you. âOh my god. No. Babe, what the fuck.â He's looking at you like you grew a second head. You laugh and punch his arm.Â
âWhat? What did I do?â He raises his brows and laughs, perplexed.
 âWhat did ya do? Ya sound stupid. Don't do that again, it was creepy.âÂ
You giggle again and respond, âI love you, âchamu.â His frown gets even deeper as he stands up from the couch and walks away shaking his head.
 âI love you too, but no. Just no.â
â
âOchamu, pass the salt please.â You ask sweetly. He stops mid bite and turns to you unimpressed.
 âReally? This again?â You hum and shrug your shoulders. âI have no idea what you are referring to, my dear husband.â He gives a small smile and resumes eating.Â
âNow that's a nickname I can get behind. The other one, not so much. How the hell did ya come up with that anyway?â He questions, finally handing you what you asked for.Â
âI honestly donât know. I think it came to me in a dream or something.â You gasp. âIt was a message from a higher power. Ochamu is your destined nickname, I'm sure of it.â He lets out a little chuckle at that and places a kiss on your cheek.
 âSure, whatever. If it keeps you entertained, I'll allow it.â
â
âOchamu, have you seen my brush?â You inquire as you pop your head out of the bathroom. He's sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone.Â
Without looking up, he answers, âIt's on the dresser, baby.â You bite back a smile.Â
âNot a single comment this time, huh?â He blinks and glances up at you.Â
âWhat do ya mean?â
You let out a shocked laugh. âWha- you didnât even notice?! I used that nickname you hate.â He groans and throws a pillow at you. âYer usinâ it too damn much! Messinâ with my head!â He huffs and crosses his arms. You roll your eyes and move to sit down next to him.Â
âAdmit you like the baby talk.â He gives you another dose of side eye.
 âIâd rather not.â
â
You, Osamu, and Atsumu had all decided to go grocery shopping for dinner ingredients. Rather, you and Osamu were, and Atsumu tagged along because he was bored. Osamu was in charge of the list, Atsumu was pushing the cart, and you were the one grabbing the ingredients. You were walking aisle to aisle, taking your time, while Atsumu was grumbling like a bored child.
âOchamu, what's next on the list?â He opens his mouth to respond but gets cut off.
âEw, what the hell?â Atsumu makes a grossed out face and does a barfing motion. âYer such a weirdo! âSamu, ya let her call ya that?!â Osamu scoffs and takes your hand, leaving Atsumu behind.Â
âYer just jealous yer single. Scrub.â You can still hear Atsumu squawking when you get to the next aisle.
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SUPER Low Energy Witchcraft
Iâve been seeing a lot of low energy witchcraft posts, but every one I read isnât really low energy. When I think âlow energy,â I think something I can do on my lowest of low days. Days I canât get out of bed or even think sometimes. So here it is. The SUPER Low Energy Witchcraft Guide.
Sigils sites. I have found this one to be very good. Theyâll make a sigil for you so you donât have to.
Pinterest boards. Making spells or manifesting using Pinterest boards is one of my favorite things to do.
Spotify playlists. Similar to the Pinterest board idea, use songs to create spells or manifest certain things.
Emoji spells. Use emojis to make spells, making sure theyâre packed with intent.
Hang out with your tarot deck. Or any divination tool, for that matter. Just having it near you counts.
Talking to spirits and deities. Tell them about something you plan to do for them, a ritual youâd like help with, ask for help getting through the lows, etc. Or just talk to them. It doesnât matter about what, talking improves relationships.
Read. Read books you were planning on reading. Definitely do not ever go on Z-Library for free books. Never. /s You do have limits on downloading and itâs relatively hard to figure out on mobile, but if you can get your tablet or computer up and running, itâll work perfectly.
Scroll through Tumblr. Or Reddit. Or Pinterest. Or even Tik Tok. Scroll through the witch tags, scroll through the tags of and deities you might worship/work with. Or just look at pretty plants. Think about what they can help you with.
Make a shopping list. If you need to restock any herbs or candles, note it down.
Just light a candle or two. Simple as that.
Make a pouch or enchant a piece of jewelry or whatever you want to do to help you recover from your lows before they happen. Touch them or hold them or even just think of them when you want.
Similar to above, enchant any aids (mobility aids, medication, pain relievers, heating pads and ice packs, etc.) to help you recover faster.
If you can, think about your practice, what you want to change, what you 100% wouldnât change, how it relates to othersâ crafts, etc.
Meditate. Iâm not talking about some 30 minute guided meditation sitting upright, because I have trouble with them on my lows. Iâm talking about staring blankly into space or practicing mindfulness or something like that. You donât have to do it for long, either. Take a few minutes to chill.
If you can, open your windows. Or curtains. Or blinds. Let it clear out your space.
Enchant your water or foods to help with your symptoms. Draw a sigil with anything (oil, sharpie, air, etc.) on your bottles and above your food to aid in your recovery.
Wash your face and/or hands to cleanse yourself for the day.
Have a âworry stone.â Take a crystal or rock or other stone and rub it when youâre anxious. Or, enchant it to remove negative energies and rub it when your pain is at the worst. The very least it will do is distract you.
Simply rest. Resting and taking some time to recover is the best practice.
Obviously this isnât a large list, but I cannot emphasize the âsimply restâ part enough. As practitioners, we tend to want to do more when weâre sitting bored in bed. But remember, safety first. The quicker you recover, the quicker you can get back to your craft.
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Armand's backstory and how I, your local bengali vampire fucker and armand's 24/7 defence lawyer, am going to make him bengali and muslim while still keeping it showcannon accurate
(Note: this is not meant to be taken seriously and is very much just written because I was bored and had time on my hands and if i have gotten anything wrong please correct me)
One thing that always annoyed me about IWTV showcannon is the fact that armand pre-marius days were either left majorly unexplored or made absolutely no sense to the time period. Which, I find pretty surprising considering the care and sensitivity Louis' new backstory was handled with by the same creators and show writers.
We know 3 things about Armand and who he is as a character in regards to his ethnicity:
His birth is Arun
He is Muslim
And that he was taken from Delhi somewhere around the early 15th century
For the purposes of this essay, we are going to assume all of this is true and not something Armand made up to get sympathy from both Louis and the audience.
Armand's birth name being Arun, while incredibly lazy, does make his identity as a bengali man much easier to confirm. My own full blooded formerly bangladeshi grandfather has the name Arun and Arun continues to be an incredibly popular bengali name for boys to this day. The problem arises when it comes to his religion.
The thing about the name Arun is that it's an incredibly *Hindu* first name, given that it is quite literally one of the names for the Hindu god of the sun (Source: I'm Hindu and confirmed with my mom who is sitting beside me scrolling on facebook). While muslim people can have the name Arun, given that Bengal was still an independent kingdom around the time which Armand would have been born in, his parents being hindu would have been likely.
However, around a similar time, the Mughals were setting up shop in, you guessed it, delhi and the surrounding region. Now, my proposal is as such: During the same time period, many parents sold their children to zamindars (land owners) for money or food or land. Young Arun's parents did the same thing. Now, this zamindar either sells armand to someone else immediately after who takes him delhi or takes young arun to delhi himself where he either sets up shop with him or once again sells arun to someone else.
Seperated from his parents and newly immigrated indenture (because yes, mughal era punjab and bengal were different kingdoms and as such this would count as immigration) to a kingdom which had just gone through a major political upheaval and had a new ruler forcibly converting people to islam, arun, who has no ties to hinduism given that a. he is a child and b. his hindu parents very much just sold him into slavery, converts to islam as well as a safety tactic.
Thus child arun grows into teen arun and he has never known anything of his life before delhi but those first few years that he spent in bengal and has definitely had no contact with hinduism and has been a devout muslim for the vast majority of his life. Here is where things get a bit iffy. There are two ways how the rest of this can now go.
Route no. 1, armand's indenture is sold to the portuguese, the portuguese take him to europe, marius buys him, everything proceeds as it must.
Route no. 2, the overly complicated, book and show canon accurate version which requires some significant suspension of disbelief and handwaving to accomplish but i like it so i'm still writing down this crack theory. Also we're doing this in dot points now because i'm getting tired:
We know armand speaks crimean because daniel mentions it after he catches fake rashid praying
crimea was part of the ottoman empire during this time period.
the ottoman empire had relatively friendly relations with the mughals because they were afraid of babur.
crimean ottoman merchants buy armand's indenture
armand ends up in crimea
crimea and kievan rus, book armand's original homeland's complex relation means armand ends up in kievan rus.
Things proceed as they did in the books for how armand goes from kievan rus to under marius's hold
and that's all i have, this has been your local crack theorist on tonight's armand show. see you next time.
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A Visit To Santa
Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader
Warnings: jobe is being treated like a kid, pranks from you and jude, miss denise gets new photos for her house, childhood coded lol, jobe is like your little brother too, miss denise thinks y'all finna crash her bmw lmao
Word Count: 768
Author's Note: this one is for bookie @themandaloriansdiaries - our favourite brothers :)
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Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.
England welcomed you two home, a change from the Spanish sunshine was welcomed; though you missed it the moment you got off of the plane.
You and Jude were spending the holidays with his family, both Bellingham brothers, you and their parents were at home. Mark and Denise were making dinner or something of the sorts in the kitchen, Jobe was in his bedroom and you and Jude were in his room.
Jude's head rested on your belly, your fingers tapping on his forehead as you scrolled through your phone with the other hand.
"I'm bored," your boyfriend announces.
"Congratulations," you tell him, as if you were supposed to do something about that.
Jude rolls his eyes, "let's go do something."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," he sighs, sitting up. You look over at him, "how about shopping? Or we could go for a drive or something?"
"The shopping mall?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. There's a look on his face that you've seen before, pure mischief. Your brows raise, waiting for him to continue. "Yeah, let's go."
"What're you up to?" You asked him, Jude pulls you off of the bed.
"I'll go grab Jobe."
You stop your boyfriend, grabbing his hand. "What is this? What's all this excitement? You hate the mall."
His eyes crinkle as he chuckles, "let's take Jobe to see Santa."
You can't help the laugh, letting go of his hand. "Okay babe. Go get him, I'll get the car keys from your mom."
Jude and Jobe meet you downstairs, Denise hands you her car keys. "Be careful please," she warns her sons, not you. She knew you'd handle them.
"We'll be back for dinner," Jude tells his mom, kissing her cheek before grabbing your hand.
You shout a bye to her and Mark as you three are out the front door and pile into the car. You drove of course, Jude doesn't drive and Jobe was a designated back seat driver. Jude had told his brother that you wanted to go shopping and he agreed to join you, saying he could use some fresh air.
The mall was a madhouse, it was T-minus 2 days to Christmas and everyone was rushing to get last minute shopping done.
You made a B-line for Santa's workshop in the mall, making it seem like you wanted to take a couple's photo of you and Jude with Santa.
Jobe shakes his head, "this is ridiculous," he tells you, waiting in line with you two.
"Do you not believe in the magic of Christmas, Jojo?" You teased him, pinching his cheek gently; you looked at Jobe like your little brother as well, teasing him the same way his brother would, having your own little nickname for him.
Jude smiles, watching as Jobe swats your hand away, making you laugh.
It takes a few minutes to get to the front of the line, the woman dressed as an elf calling you up to take your photo.
Jobe feels a light shove, Jude pushing him to Santa. "What?" he asked his brother, looking a bit lost.
"Go take your pic, mate."
"What?" Jobe scoffed, "I'm not going."
You take his coat from him, "go on, Jojo. Santa's waiting." You tell him, lips pressed together so you don't laugh. Jobe grumbles under his breath, something about hating you guys as he begrudgingly walks over to Santa.
The younger Bellingham sits beside Santa, the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face as the camera flashes.
Jude takes your hand, bringing you over to Santa. The two of you joined in. Jobe and Jude on either side of Santa and somehow you ended up on Santa's lap.
"On three, say merry Christmas!" The woman behind the camera says, counting to three before it flashes.
You let Santa speak to Jude and Jobe while you went to the counter to get the printed photos. You got two prints of the photo with the 3 of you, one for your home in Madrid and one for their home here in England. You also got a printed version of the solo shot with Jobe and Santa for the fridge at home.
The boys met you by the counter, Jude handing out his card so you can pay. "I can't believe you made me do that," Jobe mumbled, huffing.
You laugh, kissing his cheek. "It's okay, buddy."
Jude holds your hand, the bag with the photos in hand. "You're still a kid to us, mate." He laughs, pulling you into his side. "Let's go before we get in trouble for being late to dinner.
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monopoly. (gojo satoru x reader)
summary: it seems this year is going to another lonely christmas for you. until your very intrusive coworker shows up at your door.
word count: 2777
warnings: fem!reader, canon compliant, smut, nsfw, dirty talk, whiny!gojo, desperate!gojo, swearing, unprotected sex.
There isnât really anything interesting playing on the television. You merely turn it on to add noise to your surroundings. The apartment is way too quiet without it.
The characters on the screen are part of some overly cheesy Christmas movie, and you arenât invested in them, but it serves as good background noise while you scroll through your phone and munch on some brownies you had bought. You make a mental note to thank Nanami for his recommendation. He really knew his bakeries. The brownies seem to melt in your mouth, still slightly warm and very fudgy.
You tap rapidly on the screen, not even properly focusing on the Instagram stories you were zipping through. It was all the same, people Christmas shopping, or pictures of sunsets, the snow, or coffee cups in peopleâs hands. Pretty boring stuff. But you donât really have room to judge when you are sitting at home, alone on Christmas Eve, watching (but not really watching) some nonsensical Christmas movie. At least these people have something worth posting. What the fuck are you doing?
You sigh and switch apps. Instagram is not the place to go to when your life is the way it is. You shake your head and scowl. It isnât that bad. You are alive, despite working in a field with a scarily high turnover. You have a job, you have good students who are fond of you. Good coworkers, who respect your skill set. You have killed more curses and you can feel yourself getting stronger as time passes. Youâre making a real difference. Things are good. Youâre good.
Then you glance around your empty apartment and deflate once more.
The sudden, loud banging on your door startles you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. You curse under your breath, annoyed at why anyone would knock like that. What happened to two gentle raps using your knuckles? Why do people have to use their whole fists now?
When you pull open the door, your anger is replaced by confusion, eyes falling on none other than Gojo Satoru.
âWh-â Your eyebrows furrow. âGojo-san?â
His resulting grin is huge, his black shades are splattered with droplets that likely started as snowflakes and melted along the way. His hair, white as the snow that coated it, is weighed down a bit as well, damp and unruly from the wind outside. His long, lanky arms are loaded with shopping bags, which he lifts up to bring into your field of vision.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask, incredulous.
âI come bearing gifts!â Is his reply, answering and simultaneously not answering your question, in classic Gojo fashion. He rushes inside, pushing past you and into the house. You feel the cold radiating off him, making you shiver and hurriedly close the door after him. Your toes curl in your woolen socks as you watch him tip his own shoes off, arms still loaded with the various bags. The smell of baked goods and cinnamon hits your nose, and you can spot a box poking out from one of the bags, wrapped in gift paper.
You have known Gojo since you were teenagers at Jujutsu Tech. You were a year younger and very naive, while Gojo was already what could be classified as the don of the school. Between the many deaths and losses along the way, you and him were survivors, both now holding teaching positions at the school. Despite all that, you still felt withdrawn from him. He was your senior, and much, much stronger than you. While you two were on good talking terms, maybe even hesitant friends, you wouldnât say you were particularly close to him.
âWhy are you here?â You ask again. âItâs Christmas Eve. Go spend time with your family.â
You follow Gojo as he places everything on your kotatsu before shrugging off his huge black trenchcoat. His sweatshirt underneath is black as well, and you conclude that no one can pull off an all black look quite like him. It all sits so perfectly with his porcelain skin.
Gojo makes a face, sticking out his tongue and making a hurling motion. You suppress a laugh.
âI really donât want to spend days listening to my father talk about the responsibility of being the Strongest.â He sounds disgusted. You roll your eyes in amusement.
âIâm sure itâs not that bad.â
Gojo takes off his sunglasses, giving you a piercing look. âTrust me, itâs way worse than what you think.â
Your lips twitch and you shake your head, sighing.
âSo youâre just going to stay here?â You ask.
Gojo pulls out a long, rectangular box from one of his bags, shaking it at you. It rattles, and your eyes catch the large letters written on it in colorful font. Monopoly.
âGame night.â He declares, placing the box on the kotatsu before sitting down, shoving his long legs under the blanket. You canât help but grin back at him.
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âThis isnât fair!â Gojo pouts, handing you the last of his paper money. You grin triumphantly at him, taking the money and brandishing it in front of him with flourish.
âItâs more than fair, actually.â You counter. âYou owed me rent. Itâs rent. Who told you to invest in the water company anyway? Itâs rent is so low! Also, I have never seen someone end up in jail this often. Youâre really breaking records here.â
Gojo groans, leaning forward and banging his forehead against the table. You giggle, tossing a bite-sized pastry into your mouth, watching as he whines and complains about how you are a merciless landlord and you shouldnât have built so many hotels on one property.
âWell, thereâs no point in playing anymore since youâve gone bankrupt and all your properties are on mortgage with the bank.â Your words are so gleeful it makes Gojo look up and glare at you. âSo I guess IâŚ.. win? Congratulations on playing the shortest game of Monopoly known to mankind.â
âIâm gonna flip this board over.â Gojo threatens, and you give him a challenging smile.
âGo ahead.â You goad, making him sigh dramatically and throw his hands up.
âAlright fine, you called my bluff.â
You continue to laugh as you pull your phone out, positioning it above the table and taking a picture of the board, littered with cards, tiny plastic houses, and two half empty cups of coffee on the sides.
Now you have something to post on Instagram story too.
A few hours later, you find yourself on the couch with Gojo, still trying to go through everything edible that he had brought to your house. The TV is on again, but this time Gojo is filling in the terrible movie with commentary of his own, making you giggle and laugh every few minutes. He had truly bought a huge amount of food, but as you see it disappearing little by little, you realize he has more than enough of an appetite to put it all away.
âWhat is this?â You hold up a small, light brownâŚ. thing. You truly canât place it. You have never seen anything like it before.
âA salted pastry. Dip it in this.â Gojo holds up a small plastic container with a white sauce of some sort in it. âItâs more of a savory treat than a dessert. But itâs real good.â
You do as he says, dipping the thing into sauce before popping it into your mouth. You mull over the flavor as Gojo watches, before shrugging.
âI donât care for it.â You declare. âItâs okay. Not anything spectacular.â
âYou donât care for it?â He grins. âOkay, princess.â
You slap his arm, giggling as you chew. He laughs and continues to watch you, squinting.
âHold on.â A hand comes in contact with your face, fingertip brushing over the corner of your lip and wiping off the sauce. You freeze.
You then watch as Gojo brazenly licks the sauce off his thumb, and you feel your face flame up.
âGojo-sanâŚ.â
âSatoru,â He corrects. âGojo-san makes me feel so old. Weâre basically the same age.â
You gulp, remaining silent. The TV fills in the quiet that suddenly falls on the room. You eye the kotatsu, the mess on the floor in front of the couch, Monopoly cards and money still scattered around everywhere. When you look back, you find brilliant blue eyes still staring directly at you.
You bite the inside of your cheek, Gojo reaches out to thumb at the dimple it creates on the skin outside. You let him touch you. Let him lean closer until your breaths are mingling, until his lips are making soft contact with yours.
He tastes like the cinnamon sticks he had been eating, along with something thatâs very distinctly him. When his tongue slides into your mouth, you feel yourself stiffen, arching closer to him. Your eyes roll up when the hot muscle glides over your own, and you press closer to his warmth.
His body is lean and firm against you, his arms enveloping you and holding you flush against him. You detest the layers of clothing you are wearing, wanting nothing more than to feel every part of him in direct contact with you. When he tilts his head to slot his lips deeper into yours, deft fingers sliding into your hair and cupping your head from behind, you melt into his embrace.
It feels like hours when he pulls away with a loud, smooching sound, a thin trail of saliva extending between you. He breaks it with a swipe of his tongue, lips twitching up. The action makes your insides clench, your breath catch. And Gojo being Gojo, notices it immediately.
He wastes no time connecting his lips with yours again, and this time, itâs rushed, hasty, almost desperate, as he tilts your head to his liking. His hands wander now, from your waist to your hips, and back until large hands grab and squeeze your ass hard. You moan at the feeling, arching into him more, your own touch running all over his torso. You slide your hands under his sweater, finally making contact with his bare skin.
When your leg is thrown over his waist, you feel the outline of his bulge against your sweatpants, and you canât stop the little whine from escaping your mouth. Gojo pushes your ass harder into his erection, helping you grind on him. His breath mixes with yours as you both groan at the feeling, and your tug at his hair, soft under your touch.
He is quick to pull back and tug your clothes off, both your sweater and pants removed from your body while you pull his own sweater over his head. His bare skin is a sight to behold, tight cords of muscles flexing under your touch. He is lean, but built, and with his disheveled hair falling over stormy blue eyes, he is a sight to behold. You can feel how wet you are at how incredibly sexy he looks, and you clench again, feeling so unbelievably empty that it makes you whine and your hips jerk up, desperate for contact.
Gojo seems to know exactly the effect he has on you, pushing off his pants until he is left in his boxers. His dick strains against the cloth as he pushes down hard against your panties, grinding on your clit in a way that has you gasping. He pulls back just enough to let his fingertips run over the damp crotch of your panties, before pulling the cloth aside to look at your bare pussy. He groans and bites his lip, running his tongue over the bottom one at the sight. You flush at the wanton look on his face.
âYou have no idea how bad I want you.â His voice is much gruffer, breaking at the very end of his sentence. The pad of his thumb runs slowly over your clit, and your mouth drops open.
âYouâre so wet already, princess.â He whispers, almost to himself. âGot such a perfect pussy, fuck.â
You whine at his words. âSatoru. Please.â
His eyes dart up, meeting yours. A grin spreads on his face.
âPlease what?â
You groan. Now is not the time for him to become an insufferable prick again. You are dripping, walls tightening around nothing, and you want him inside you so bad it makes you ache. Despite the flush on your cheeks, youâre too horny to be embarrassed. So you speak your mind.
âWant your cock, please. Need it. Satoru, I-â
âFuck, okay.â His thumbs hook in the waistband of his boxers and he tugs them off. His cock springs up, hard as a rock and flushed deep pink. The head is wet with precum, and the sight of it makes your mouth water.
Satoru grabs a hold of it, running the head through your slit, using your juices to slick himself up. You pant in anticipation, legs spread wide to allow him to sink into your tight heat, which he does.
Your mouth drops open as he bullies his way inside, walls separating to make way for him. His cock is long, and reasonably thick, and you struggle to accommodate the intrusion. It results in a delicious burn running through your core, and you revel in the broken groan that emits from Satoruâs lips. He lowers himself to his elbows on either side of your head, jerking forward to bury himself into you to the hilt. You sigh when he is all the way inside, walls spasming like crazy around him.
âFuck.â He whines. âFuck. Youâre gonna kill me. Got the tightest little hole. You a virgin, baby? Been savinâ it for me?â
You doubt that Satoru is taking his own words seriously. His sentences are getting jumbled, more and more nonsensical as he pulls back and snaps forward again, setting a fast, sloppy pace. He is rutting into you hard and quick, as if he canât bear to leave your warmth for too long. You let him ramble on in your ear, talking about how good you feel, or how you were made to take his cock, or how he is never gonna fuck another pussy again now that he knows what you feel like. You canât help how his words turn you on, adding to the sensation of his cock plunging in and out of you with full force now, ramming into you until you are arching into him and cumming hard.
Your legs seize with the force of your orgasm, nails digging into Satoruâs undulating back. He doesnât stop for even one second, and neither does his mouth. He coos and talks you through your high, praise leaking from his lips without a filter.
âThere you go. Thatâs it, baby. Fuck yeah, cum on my cock. Getting my dick soaking wet, youâre such a good girl, arenât you? So perfect. Makinâ the prettiest faces-â
Then he is speeding up again, breaths coming heavier and faster, cock fucking into your barely recovering hole until you are on the brink of orgasm again. You can see and feel how his movements grow irregular, beautiful blue eyes nearly crossing as he chases his end.
âGonna fill you up. Gonna nut in your pussy, baby. Then Iâm gonna lick it all out of you until youâre clean and ready to take another load. Ya want that? Want me to dump it all in you?â
And youâre nodding desperately, nearly shrieking when you cum again, pleading and begging for Satoru to fuck his cum into you, giving him the last push he needs until he is releasing inside you, painting your walls white with his load. He groans and whines as he ruts into you, hard and slow, not wanting the orgasm to ever end. His head spins, and he nearly chokes at the feeling of you squeezing every last drop of cum out of him. He canât remember the last time he came so hard in his life.
You try to blink the tears away from your eyes, vision swimming. A whine escapes from your lips when Satoru pulls his softening dick out of you, pools of his cum leaking out right after. You try to close your legs, give them a little relief from the beating you just took. But two large hands are already on your knees, keeping you spread. Your eyes meet Satoruâs, and you catch the little twinkle in them as he lowers himself until he is eye level with your twitching hole. Your face flushes.
âWhat did I say, princess? I promised I would clean you up, didnât I?â
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mini me
summary: dad!ony and his mini me
cw: suggestive towards the end
word count: 1.1k
part 2
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your son was only eight years old, but because of his father he acted way older. whether it be how he talked or how he would handle different situations it was easy to tell that he was âonyâs kidâ.
it was a satuday morning. you had just finished up breakfast, making finishing touches on your son omariâs plate before you saw him and his father walk in. you had to cover your mouth to contain your laughter when you got a look at what they were wearing. ony had on his dark grey durag, black tank top fitting snug on his broad chest with his black and white plaid pajama pants hanging low on his hips. white dry fit socks covering his feet in his resin yeezy slides. over the years heâs bulked up, converting most of the weight heâs gained from your cooking into muscle.
omari had on the same exact thing, but since he was so small everything looked so baggy. his tank top fit loosely on his little chest while you can tell he rolled his pajama pants at least twice for them to fit his small waist. the only things that fit right were his socks and slides since they were both things that you gifted him. the cutest thing was their durags though. the suede fabric looked nice on their heads with a small âoâ on the strings so when they tie them up it can show. âgâmorning beautifulâ ony said as he sat down in front of his plate.
his morning voice always sounded so good. of course your son mirrored his actions, sitting down in front of his plate as well before greeting you. âgâmorning momma. you look prettyâ you can tell he was lowering his voice, puberty not yet hitting him to give him the same gravely tone as his father. you chuckled, walking over to them to fill their cups with orange juice. âgood morning boys. what yâall getting into today.â ony began cutting into his french toasts, pouring syrup on them before moving his knife to cut omariâs up as well. âfinna take man man to the park to shoot some hoops wit me.â omari nodded in agreement. âfinna show all the girls my skills and they gon be chasing after me. right dad?â ony nearly choked on his spit, grabbing his cup to sip on his orange juice to wash it down.
you didnât miss his arm nudging your sonâs, signaling him to keep quiet. âexcuse me? what girls?â omari opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by his father. âitâs nun mama he just talking. right peanut?â ony and omari looked at each other, silently communicating about what to say next. âuhh y-yea. mâjust talking momma.â you rolled your eyes at this. they were basically the same person in two different bodies. âwhatever boy just stay outta trouble.â you said, pointing your finger at them before walking off into your room. you took your silk robe off before slipping into bed, matching silk nightgown fitting nicely on your body as you scrolled through different shopping sites for some new clothes.
it wasnât even twenty minutes later when you seen the two troublemakers back in your line of vision, just itching to bother you. you looked up at them from your phone. âwhat yâall want now?â the both of them instantly putting their hands up in defense. âwhat i dooo?â they say in unison. you sighed as you gave them a bored expression. they drop their hands and walked closer to you, standing at the side of your bed. âwe want you tâcome to the park wit us. right little man?â ony looked down at his twin, nodding towards you for him to add on. âmhmm. dad likes- uh i mean i love when you come to the park with us.â you smirk up at your husband. he had his eyes on the ceiling as he tapped his foot on the ground, waiting for you to reply.
âis this something you want or is this something your dad wants?â you knew what ony was trying to do. you absolutely hated going to the park. the gnats and the blazing sun always seeming to bother you when you were trying to relax, but you also couldnât say no to your baby. he was always so polite and he never asked for much. your husband used that to his advantage, which you highly disliked. you had a plan though. everything comes with a price with you. âbecause if this is something daddy wants i need him to ask me himself. or else i canât go because iâd hate to be a burden to one of you.â now omari was also looking up at ony, waiting for him to reply to you. âgon head and get dressed peanut. me and mommy gotta talk.â he said, shifting his eyes from the white ceiling to your brown ones.
âmake sure you say âpleaseâ dad. be polite.â omari whispered before doing what he was told and going to his room to get ready. after you heard your door close, you watch as ony began to lean down towards you, one arm grabbing on to the headboard while his other one rested on your pillow, right by your head. âwhat i gotta do for you tâsay âyesâ mama.â he said, deep voice rumbling in his chest. you pulled out your phone, unlocking it before showing him the screen. it was a purple lingerie set in your cart with a bunch of other different things as well, ranging from toys and handcuffs to different pieces of clothing. âi want you the clear my cart today. since mariâs going to his grandparents next saturday.â
the corner of onyâs mouth raised as he scrolled through your cart, stopping at the pair of black fuzzy handcuffs. you peeked over your screen to see what he was looking at before explaining the use of the item. âyou broke the last pair.â your husband nodded his head in realization before standing upright. âtryna give me another kid, huh mama?â you shrugged your shoulders. âhmm maybe.â ony made his way to his nightstand, pulling out his card before tossing it to you on the bed. âgon head and get whatever you want. sexy ass.â he mumbled before walking towards your shared closet to pull out his sneakers. as he looked through the closet you heard three knocks on your door, letting you know your son has arrived from his room.
âcome innnâ you sing before he made his way in, instantly walking up to his father. he had on his little black tech suit with his slides on his feet and his basketball sneakers in his hand. âwhatâd she say? did you say please?â he whispered. ony looked at you, smirking as he began to think about the fun the two of you will be having next weekend. âyea little manâŚshe said yea.â
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camgirl pt 2!!
camgirl!reader x abby
afab/fem!reader, squirting (:p), full nelson (:0), abby yearns to be inside you, fuckin on the first date, reader has no idea abby knows abt her sex work, kinda awkward first-time sexual tension lol, abby has a fat dick (:D), this is so long???????
18+ mdni (goodbye minors)
itâs the next day and abby is still trying to work up the courage to text you. she doesnât want to sound boring, but she also doesnât wanna overdo it. sheâs laying in bed, your number typed into the chat, her fingers hovering over the keys.
âhey, you gave me your number at the coffee shop yesterday and i thought you were really pretty so⌠iâm abby,â
her thumb was now just hovering over the blue arrow to send the message before hitting it, eventually sending the message. abby immediately shuts her phone off tossing it on the bed trying to find something to distract herself with while she waits.
abby decides to just turn on some show sheâs seen a million times. a few hours later you text her back with a âhiii abby!! thank u!! sorry, was at work :( iâd love to do somethin w you sometime soon if ur down :p,â
sheâs almost, almost, embarrassed at how fast she replies. âyouâre okay, how was work today? and iâd love to. what did you have in mind?,â
âwell, if u wanted to hangout today, i wouldnt mind just gettin to know you like at mine or somethin, iâll cook u dinner too whatcha want :3,â
abbyâs gonna blow up. âiâm not picky, surprise me. and that sounds great, how does 7 sound then?â
âperfect, iâll see you soon!â you send her your address in a separate message with a little heart. abby could actually pass away right now.
2 hours later itâs 7:05 and abbyâs standing outside your door, not wearing anything too specialâ just jeans and a shirt taking a deep breath before knocking. a few second later she hears the door unlocking and opening.
she sees you, looking cute as ever. she then hears the sweetness of your voice inviting her in, abby mustering up a smile through the nerves.
âokay, so, iâm makinâ chicken alfredo if that works for you?â
âsâperfect,â abby slurs out, practically soaking her underwear watching you cook, mainly your ass in those stupid leggings. is she wearing underwear? floods abbyâs thoughts.
âalmost done. if you wanna go sit down iâll get everything ready,â you turn around giving abby a quick smile before returning to your cooking.
abbyâs in heaven right now. you sitting across from her, just getting to know each other. finding out you both actually have so much in common makes her feel ecstatic. you guys are having such a good time talking you both nearly forget about the food.
âyouâre a great cook,â abby says as you, blushing, take her plate from her placing it in the sink after rinsing it off.
âthank you! tried really hard on this one actually,â you say, giggling. yeah, abbyâs obsessed. she needs to be inside you, making you a mess on her cock-
âwanna watch a movie âer somethinâ?â you interrupt her thoughts.
âwhat kinda movie?â
âwas thinkinâ something scary, if youâre down?â
âworks for me,â abby replies, moving to sit next to you on the couch as you scroll through the vast amount of horror movies on whatever streaming app you picked.
âoh! how âbout the new texas chainsaw?â you donât even give abby a chance to reply before you hit playâ not like she really cares what you guys watch anyway.
abby has her arm around the back of the couch manspread while you have your knees tucked under you half sitting on your butt half on your heels next to her. within the first five minutes of the movie, she has her arm draped over your side mindlessly drawing patterns into your hips and thighs while you lay on her chest.
you guys get about halfway through the movie before abby breathes out, âhey.â
âyeah?â you reply, picking your head up to meet her eyes.
abby glances at your lips, before asking, âcan i kiss you?â to which you just nod a bunch.
abby leans in meeting you halfway to finally kiss you. not long after, sheâs grabbing your hips pulling you onto her lap so youâre straddling her, deepening the kiss.
you pull away first, gasping for air. abbyâs also gasping for air, but she could kiss you til she passes out, honestly.
âtell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?â abby breathes out as she toys with the hem of your shirt. you nod as a reply.
âwords,â abby says bluntly.
âyes,â you breathe out, still catching your breath. abby wastes no time pulling you out of your shirt and bra before taking her own off.
âgod, fuck, câmere,â sheâs pushing your hips up so that your tits are eye level with her before she immediately latches onto your tit. one hand is groping your ass while her other hand is toying with your other nipple. jesus, her hands are so fucking cold youâre practically shaking under her touch.
your hands run down her chest, stopping to play with her tits before sliding down to the button on her jeans.
âtake âem off,â you whine out. abby happily obliges, gently grabbing u by the hips before laying you down on the couch. she gets up undoing her pants sliding them off. sheâs immediately on top of you, thumbs under the waistband of your leggings breathing out a âcan i?â
âplease,â your voice barely above a whisper, but abbyâs already peeling your leggings off realizing you, in fact, were not wearing underwear.
âsâlike you wanted to get fucked tonight,â abby lets out a small laugh.
âby you,â you shoot back as you spread your legs in front of her making abby blush as she leans forward to kiss your inner thighs, seeing your glistening cunt clenching around nothing. she starts sucking like sheâs about to leave a hickey, making your legs shake from the sensitivity.
âabby, please,â you breathe out.
âplease what?
âfuck me, abby, please need to feel you,â you whine out reaching out to wrap your fingers in her hair.
âdonât have a strap, ba-â
âi do,â you cut her off. âcome with me,â you pull her up by her hair giving her a quick kiss before getting up, taking abbyâs hand, and practically skipping to your bedroom. once you open the door abby immediately recognizes it. your bed in the center of the room against the back wall, a desk across from the bed, probably where you set up your camera. whatâs new to her is all the decorations that she didnât usually see when you were live.
âcute room,â abby states as youâre digging through your closet for a dildo.
âthanks! what kinda cock you want?â you ask her it so casually abby nearly.
âhow many do you have?â abby questions you back.
âa bunch,â you giggle.
âwhat, are you some kind of pornstar?â abby smirks and you can practically hear the smirk in the way she asks the question. you have the dildo in your hand, but you freeze at her question. you know itâs a joke, a rhetorical question, so you just laugh it off bringing her the dick.
âyou seem like a fat cock kinda girl,â you smile handing abby the harness and dildo.
âand you seem like you love taking fat cock,â abby fires back sliding the harness up her legs, securing it. ânow where were we?â abby says, sliding her hands up your stomach to your breasts watching them spill out from her fingers. you lean up to catch her lips in another kiss, quickly deepening it by tilting your head to the side and allowing abbyâs tongue access to your mouth. sheâs grabbing your hips and placing you on your bed before attacking your neck and chest with kisses.
âfuck, these tits are perfect,â abby says as she slides two fingers down your cunt, teasing your entrance. âyou can take two fingers, right, baby? gotta get you ready for my cock,â you practically moan at her words and sheâs barely touching you. is she even real?
âyes, yes! please just touch me, abby,â abby responds by sliding her middle and ring finger into you searching for that soft spot. sheâs fucking her fingers back into you,, eventually finding your g-spot, hitting it with the tips of her fingers making you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan.
âfound it,â she smirks to herself. she really canât believe sheâs actually touching you right now; this is like a dream come true for her. countless nights of her watching you touch yourself and her finally being the one to make you shake and moan under her touch. she has to fuck you.
âdo you have lube?â she asks to which you nod telling her where it is. abby gets up squirting some lube onto the cock you gave her, taking her hand making sure itâs covered.
âare you ready?â she asks looking up at you, her hand still on her cock, stroking it like itâs attached to her. you give her a few eager nods followed by a âyesâ. abby walks over to you, pushing you on your back before asking if youâre ready again like sheâs scared sheâs gonna hurt you
âplease fuck me, abby,â you get right to the point and abby nods before pushing the dildo into your weeping cunt with her hips. the way youâre gasping and whining just from her putting it in makes abby want to absolutely ruin you. abby needs to fuck you so well every time you touch yourself on camera all you can think of is her.
abby begins rocking her hips back and forth at a pretty slow pace, nearly pulling out completely before pushing herself right back in, where she belongs, you letting out little whimpers every time she pushes back in.
âfaster, please, abby,â you whine out as sheâs pulling out.
âgladly,â abby takes your legs, throwing them over her shoulders before leaning forward to properly fuck you. abbyâs fucking you faster like you requested but itâs still not deep enough for your liking.
âabby abby deeper, please please,â you plead for her.
âcan i try somethinâ?â abby questions to and you, obviously, tell her yes. before you know it abbyâs completely pulled out of you, whining at the empty feeling, before sheâs leaning her upper back on the bed frame, patting her lap for you to straddle her.
âface away from me, baby,â abby says.
âwhatâre you planninâ?â you giggle out, smiling at her.
ââts a surprise,â she smiles back before patting her lap again to which you throw a leg over her lap (abby definitely slapped your ass) before settling right in front of the dildo.
ânow what?â abby put her feet up on the bed and threads her arms underneath your thighs beginning to pull them up towards your chest.
ârelax fâme,â she says quietly from behind you causing you to relax into her hold, your back to her chest. once youâre fully in abbyâs grasp, you take her cock sliding it back into you.
âyou good?â abby questions to which you nod and abbyâs hands snake around the back of your neck, forcing you to watch you take her cock.
before you can comprehend it, abbyâs fucking you like youâve never been fucked before. you can feel how tight it is, how deep she is, all of itâ you practically feel her in your throat and all you can do is take it and watch.
abbyâs grunts mixed with your whines and moans is making abby soak through her fucking underwear
âfuckfuckfuck abby, yâre too deep! please please,â
âyou can take itâ know you can,â abby replies not letting up on her assault on your cunt. youâre a fucking mess of moans and tears and drool and you can barely handle it when abbyâs hand snakes to your clit rubbing it in fast tight circles with her two fingers.
youâre practically fucking sobbing with how sheâs stimulating your clit and constantly fucking up into your g-spot. your eyes closes shut as youâre so close to coming.
âeyes open, breathe,â
âcanâtâ i canât sâtoo much, âm gonna come,â youâre shocked you can even get out even that much.
ââm not stoppinâ you,â abby says, not letting up in the slightest. you do your best to keep your breaths steady, but the way your orgasm is building up, it feels different.
âabby⌠abby abby,â you chant her name, whether itâs a warning or a plea, she doesnât care. all abby cares about right now is the way her hands and thighs are being soaked right now. your mouth is hanging open in a silent scream just watching the way you gush all over abbyâs cock.
âdid you just fuckinâ squirt,â abbyâs giddy right now.
âare you even human?â you breathe out to which abby just lets out a laugh, releasing you from her grasp causing you to practically collapse on top of her.
âso the answerâs yes,â abby smirks, brushing her fingers gently along the back of your neck, where she knows she definitely put too much pressure on while fucking you.
you feel her slide out of you as you roll onto your stomach eyeing her up and down. you freeze as you hear her say
âi know youâre a camgirl,â
âwhat?â
pt 3 maybe :3 this is the longest thing ive ever written
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the season of us
phd!eren x f!reader
**part of my canary mate fic
previous part linked here
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Follow Up: Gabi Braun Hello Y/N, I hope youâre having a great week! Just letting you know that Gabi and I had a great meeting last week. Weâre going to start processing her paperwork and everything. She seems like a very sweet girl. She spoke very highly of you and all of the hard work you do. I canât wait to hear all about it when you come home in a few weeks! Love, PieckÂ
âso do you always have such a shit look on your face or is today something special?âÂ
you nearly jump at the sound of erenâs voice, not having noted when it was that he sat in the car. you had taken the free time to open your emails, the one from pieck standing particularly out between the usual mix of promotions and comments that levi left on your documents.Â
you note that erenâs wearing his glasses again today and that much to nanabaâs delight, heâs freshly cut his hair to avoid man bun status all together.Â
âyou got a haircut.â you state.Â
âyouâre wearing a green sweater.â eren responds, mimicking the tone in your voice.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âi thought we were both just stating random facts.â eren deadpans.Â
that was one way to start the day.Â
you roll your eyes, peeking over your shoulder as you pull out of his driveway. in your peripheral vision, you can see that eren immediately reaches for the aux cord hanging in between the seats and plugs in his phone.Â
âi mean. you had to know that i was making a comment about your haircut. that you got in between the time we last saw each other.âÂ
âa comment would be something objective. like, eren i love your haircut, you look so handsome. you just simply stated that i got a haircut, which is a fact. which i am obviously aware of. since you know, i was the one who got the haircut and all.âÂ
you sigh.Â
âi donât understand how you have this much energy to fight before you get coffee in your system.â you mumble.Â
âyou bring out a special irritation in me. you should be flattered.â eren responds.Â
you scoff.Â
âoh trust me, i am. itâs my true honor to haul you around in my car and have you sass me every morning.âÂ
eren doesnât take the bait and the two of you continue to drive down the street in silence. itâs often quiet that way, nothing filling the air between the two of you except for the music. which at the current moment wasnât filling the awkward air at all.Â
you peer over to the passenger seat at the red light to see eren scrolling through a playlist. youâre not sure if your eyes deceive you, but in the blur, you swear that the name of the playlist is your name. something that looks eerily similar to the shape of your name.
you swear youâre imagining it. and against your better judgment â and something youâre positive you will most definitely get teased for even mentioning â you ask him if itâs true.Â
âis the name of your playlist my name?â you ask.Â
no. the name of his playlist is obviously not your name.Â
eren looks over at you, green eyes almost bored, as he answers.Â
âyes.âÂ
he responds like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. that his simple response warrants why your name would be in his playlist, like itâs something as casual as what the weather's like today or how far the two of you are from the coffee shop. eren scrolls towards the middle of the playlist and starts playing the song.Â
The Song for My Brother - Nam Hye Seung, Park Sang HeeÂ
âwhy is your playlist name my name?â you ask.Â
âbecause we agreed that it was going to be my turn to play music today.â eren states.Â
you glare at him.Â
âyouâre acting like that explains why you have a playlist that has my name as the title.âÂ
âyeah. we agreed that we were going to play movie scores for each other since we both liked them.âÂ
âdid that warrant you making an entire playlist? with my name on it?â you ask.Â
âiâm trying to put you on good scores. i canât go repeating them and they all depend on the mood. donât go taking it personally or anything.âÂ
you roll your eyes.Â
âdoes it count as putting on when i already know the score? everyoneâs watched crash landing on you, you dumbass. besides, this isnât even the best one from the show.âÂ
eren looks over at you, almost intrigued.Â
âyou watched crash landing on you?â eren asks.Â
âiâm more shocked that you did.âÂ
âand what is it that you thought that i watched?â eren asks.Â
you shrug.Â
âbaby sacrifice rituals. joe rogan. the antichrist.â you offer.Â
you think your eyes deceive you again, that erenâs trying to fight off a smile. then again, your original instinct was correct.Â
âno, those are part of my morning mantras. i watched the show with my mom and my sister.âÂ
you laugh in response.Â
âwhat do you think the best one is from the show?â eren follows up.Â
âsame sky, different world.âÂ
âwrong. itâs picnic.âÂ
you shake your head.Â
âpicnic is a classic because it does have the hints of the main title in it so it feels nostalgic. i like the violin. but same sky, different world is too perfect tone wise for whatâs happening at the end of the show. it gives the last scenes of the show an entirely different air. because they are under the same sky but in different worlds.âÂ
eren smiles. almost too brightly and youâre convinced that heâs taunting you.Â
âso you really are into scores?â eren asks.Â
âdid you think i was just saying that when i mentioned it yesterday?âÂ
âi mean, a little bit. the only other person i know who listens to them as seriously as me is my little sister, karina. she plays the cello too.âÂ
you scoff.Â
âiâll be making a counter playlist for tomorrow since youâre getting so competitive about this entire thing, which in hindsight i should have realized would happen. now, get out and go get the coffee.â you respond.Â
in the three minutes that eren leaves, you get a notification on your phone.Â
[busstopbilly]: I am finding myself in dangerous territory.
[lizontopoftheworld]: The K during rush hour?Â
[busstopbilly]: Ew, I would never go over there. If I wanted overpriced food, Iâd at least go somewhere where the food is edible.Â
[busstopbilly]: No. Iâm in dangerous wallflower territory.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[lizontopoftheworld]: donât you have like horrendous foot in mouth syndrome when it comes to her? what was it you did last time?
[busstopbilly]: I told her that her friendâs boyfriend, well now heâs her fianceĂŠ, was too loud or something like that. I am ninety percent she told them and that I wonât be invited to the wedding, but thatâs not a big deal.Â
[busstopbilly]: Letâs just say that I did something that could be perceived as weird. And I didnât think that it would be weird, because now she knows that I thought about her. At length?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: you sound like a murdererÂ
[busstopbilly]: Is this how perverts feel?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY SPITÂ
[busstopbilly]: Iâm glad you find my torment so amusing.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: RELAXXXXXXX
[lizontopoftheworld]: youâre so melodramatic. iâm sure she didnât think much of it. and even if she didâŚwhy donât u just go for it :DÂ
[busstopbilly]: You can choke.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: OH MY GODDDDDD
[lizontopoftheworld]: you said she was prettyÂ
[busstopbilly]: And thatâs relevant why?Â
[busstopbilly]: i just need you to assuage the fact that Iâm not a creep so that I can use it to move on through my day.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: does my endorsement mean that much :)Â
[busstopbilly]: Obviously.Â
[busstopbilly]: Your opinion is the only one that matters to me, pretty girl.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: bro can u relax its like eight in the morningÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: u have my seal of approval that u are not a creep. or a pervert? NOW MOVE HENCEFORTH THROUGH UR DAY
[busstopbilly]: Thanks, Liz.Â
eren returns after two minutes, with both of your coffees in hand. you shoot him a grateful smile as you stick yours into the cupholder and make your way towards the hospital.
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âhey. can i talk to you in the fishbowl?â
you look over the top of the divider to find gabi peering over the top, eyes expectant as she waits for an answer.Â
red eyes and messy hair.Â
you give her a nod, picking up your laptop and walking down the length of the hall with her.Â
âeverything okay?âÂ
âyeah, yeah. i just had a question that i wanted to ask you. with people not around.âÂ
âokay, sure.âÂ
you swing open the doors of the glass conference room and plop down at the end of the wooden table. gabi looks over her shoulder before talking, double checking the door is closed, before she turns back to you and gives you an awkward smile. your first instinct is to make a note â that this something that you most definitely have to interrogate falco about later.Â
âare you about to confess that you committed a murder to me?â you ask.Â
âwhat? no!âÂ
âyouâre just particularly flighty. whispering, looking over your shoulder. are you sure everything is okay?âÂ
gabi slouches down into her chair.Â
âno, no thatâs partially what i wanted to talk to you about.â gabi starts.Â
you can tell that sheâs fumbling words together. that she hasnât thought about this entire thing that deeply, only because itâs very clear to you that sheâs exactly like you â that when she has to say something important, itâs rehearsed in her head four times before it actually counts.Â
that much is obvious from the way that she talks in the meetings. talking about papers, about her proposals â the order of the words are almost identical to what she had written, which to you, was a sign that she had almost memorized them, rehearsed them over and over again to make sure that they were perfect.Â
you wonder if she found conversations as difficult as you sometimes. that when they werenât rehearsed, they were almost impossible to control.Â
eren did mention that you had a rather unconfident way of talking.Â
âthank you for connecting me with your sister. sheâs very sweet and sheâs been really helpful.âÂ
you shoot her a smile.Â
âiâm glad that she could help. is everything going all right with that?âÂ
âyes. yes, we just submitted all of our forms to get an appointment and everything. thereâs just a problem.âÂ
âwhich is?âÂ
âdo you remember whenâŚ.when you offered me the help and you talked about how hard it is to juggle this thing with everything else? you said that it could be a lot at times?âÂ
you nod.Â
âi do remember that. what about it?âÂ
gabiâs voice sounds strained when it comes out.Â
âdid you mean it? was it really that hard for you too?âÂ
you canât help but deflate at the sound of her voice. at what sheâs asking you.Â
was it as hard for you as it is for me right now?Â
âyes. i did mean it. in every sense of the thing. that type of thing is hard, hard at any portion of your life, but especially when youâre trying to figure out your own thing and what it is that you like to do.â you respond.Â
gabiâs face melts.Â
âreally hard.â she affirms.Â
âdo you want to tell me what part of it is hard right now? just so that i can see if i can help you?âÂ
youâre not sure what it is, but the mere question sends a flood storm of words babbling out of gabiâs mouth. itâs hard to keep track but certain things stick out more than others.Â
âi just donât know what to do because i have to help my mom translate most of the forms. then i get so irritated that i end up doing the entire thing by myself when iâm supposed to be reading all the papers that eren gave me for our abstract. falcoâs having the time of his life chatting with everyone and he always invites me to come out to talk about stuff with mikasa and jean, but i can never come because iâm so busy. and this is one summer! one summer where iâm supposed to just be doing research to figure out if i like this. and thenâŚand then i feel guilty. why am i complaining when they did so much for me? i want to help them, i desperately do, but i canât help but feel like iâm missing out on something here. i want so bad to go to the conference with all of you in marley, but i donât know if i can pay for transportation. when am i going to get this much time alone again with falco?âÂ
gabiâs eyes widen at the last part, coupled with a pink flush that creeps up her neck. you so desperately wished that you could sick it to eren â that you knew for a fact that falco and gabi werenât just being friendly. Â
you wonder why thatâs the first thing that you thought of. and choose to ignore it to pick your words carefully.Â
âiâm garnering thatâŚtransportation is the issue here?âÂ
you choose to save her from the embarrassment of pointing out what she said â especially when itâs very clearly something that she does not want to discuss.Â
gabi shoots you a grateful smile.Â
âi dropped three grand on sending in the applications for the stuff with my family. pieck told me that iâd probably have to spend more down the line. i know this is a great opportunity but i can also just present at the conference at the end of the fellowship and go off of that.âÂ
you shake your head.Â
âiâm going to drive in my car. iâm pretty sure that freeloader falco is going to ask if he can join me in a few weeks. did you want to come with us?âÂ
gabi gives you a tired smile.Â
âi canât impose. thatâs a lot of gas money.âÂ
âthatâs a non-issue. i would love to have you there when the four of us all present our work together. granted, iâm sure that erenâs going to blab the entire time and let none of us get a word in because thatâs just who he is, but still. it would be a great place for you to network and see how things work. plus, at the undergrad level, itâs kind of a who can show off more contest.âÂ
gabi groans.Â
âugh. donât say that.âÂ
âgranted, some of that doesnât go away when you become a grad student. just think about the fall social. levi fully instructs me to go brag so that i can make him look good. but for the most part, it is people who are interested in that type of thing.âÂ
you sigh.Â
âitâs really hard to grapple with what to prioritize. i love my family more than anyone else, but you also have to not give up things that are really important to you. thatâŚthat can make you harbor a lot of resentment. and i donât want you to be resentful towards your family because, itâs such a hard and complicated thing to grapple with.âÂ
âyeah.â gabi responds.Â
âitâs not supposed to be your job. but it is. you want something entirely different, but your family is what youâre strapped with â good and bad.â you add.Â
you sigh.Â
âyou wouldnât be imposing if you came with me. i hate to drive long distances, so you can even take over for a little bit. i refuse to let falco drive my car so it would kind of work out perfectly. but think about it. iâd at least like to be able to help with some part of everything you rambled about. the part i can actually help with it.âÂ
gabi gives you a halfhearted smile.Â
âyou donât have to make up stuff to feel like iâm giving you something back.âÂ
you smile back.Â
âi wouldnât do that. and i know that you know for a fact that iâm not kidding about falcoâs driving since you basically risk your life everyday when you try to get here.âÂ
gabi smiles.Â
âdonât even get me started.âÂ
âyou donât get me started.âÂ
gabi takes a pause.Â
âyouâŚyou wonât tell him what i said earlier right?âÂ
âiâm not sure what youâre referring to.âÂ
gabi sighs a breath of relief.Â
âgod, falcoâs right. you kind of are the best.âÂ
--
eren notes that heâs in a particularly bad mood when he leaves the feedback on the abstracts that levi asked him to review. this point is only made apparent to him when he sees you at focus group afterwards, the expression in your face cueing him into the fact that heâs about to get an angry lecturer.Â
âdid you really feel the need to leave a comment on every single line of the abstract i wrote?âÂ
âi didnât write a comment on every single line.â eren retorts.Â
he shouldnât be so quick to talk back. to respond with the first thing that comes to his head.Â
âoh sorry. you left the line where i wrote my name blank. thatâs awful kind of you.â you deadpan, as you slam hard on the button of the elevator.Â
the elevator whirrs up, quietly whining in the background, as eren huffs a sigh.Â
âi fixed your entire algorithm, that was entirely dogshit by the way, without saying anything snarky. you could have done the same.â you respond.Â
and that was exactly the problem. that you had rewritten his algorithm perfectly, so perfectly that he couldnât find a mistake or rectify the new issue that they had at hand.Â
âwould it kill you to get a spell checker? did you get your bachelors degree from a cereal box?â eren asks.Â
you roll your eyes.Â
âquit being so patronizing, eren. not all of us are afforded the privilege of writing in our first language.âÂ
eren has no response for that. only because he feels horrible
âdid you run the numbers?â eren asks.Â
âwhat?â
âdid you run the algorithm after the fact? after you fixed it.â eren asks.Â
you shake your head, following directly after eren as he basically darts out of the door of the elevator the second that it opens. he smacks his password onto the free computer quickly, offering quick smiles to the people that wave as they walk past, and pulls up the code that you had fixed earlier that day.Â
eren runs play on the code and you instantly detect the problem.Â
three steady lines and one that doesnât even take off.Â
âwhat the hell? what happened there?â you ask.Â
âcoltâs not meeting the mark. well technically, heâs not even moving past the starting line.âÂ
the algorithm is supposed to be simple. training against itself to see if thereâs a significant amount of progress that can be simulated for future sessions. and for three of them, that much was true, even promixing.Â
but for one person, itâs staggeringly bleak.Â
you reach for the closest chair, rolling it up next to where erenâs sitting, and reach for the mouse. eren can tell that what youâre going to do next â that youâre going to read every line of your code obsessively, to see if you can find a mistake as to why colt wasnât responding to the stimulation therapy at all.Â
eren only knows that because he tried it himself hours before.Â
âthat canât be.â you murmur.Â
âit is.âÂ
you click back to the tab with the windows, the color coding of your graph pissing you off entirely. three yellow lines â signaling good progress â and one that was bright red.Â
noting your complete failure.Â
âso what are we doing to do?â you ask.Â
âif colt doesnât pass the round that we give him this week, heâs going to be excluded from the group.â eren murmurs.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âitâs part of the ethics guideline that we wrote. that would technically be the third time that he gets stimulated unnecessarily and weâŚwe canât just keep doing it when itâs something that has more risks than harms.âÂ
you scoff.Â
âmore risks than harms? thereâs quite literally nothing else that he can do in his condition.âÂ
âi know that. but technically, we could push things over the edge. make them worse and i would hate to do that.âÂ
eren shrugs.Â
âi didnât mean to be harsh on your abstract. it was fine, i justâŚalready ran the numbers and was prematurely upset about it.â eren asks.Â
you give him a halfhearted nod, as you stare back at the line.Â
âi thought your concern with falco was that he was going to get too emotionally involved. you donât seem to be taking it so well.âÂ
eren pinches his lips into a line.Â
âyouâre seeming very passionate about it as well.âÂ
âwell, thatâs the difference between me and you. i wear my heart on my sleeve and you pretend like you donât have one.â you respond, pushing up out of the chair as you read through the charts that have been stacked at the check in station.Â
eren makes a quick observation. that every time heâs argued with you, itâs because heâs already been in a bad mood before.Â
heâs quick to follow suit at your side, noting that your eyes are glued on coltâs chart, razor focused on the notes that floch had left earlier in the day regarding his status. eren can see bright red hair turning down the hallway as eren reaches forward and shakes hard on your shoulder.Â
you get his hint and follow eren down the length of the hall to the the room of the focus group. only to be met by the most crushing sight, and quiet possibly, the only one that fills you with enough determination to get it right when you do the stimulation therapy next week.Â
at the sight of colt finally laughing with everyone else in the focus group.Â
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an: eep! we enter the scores part of the fic. anyways, for those of you who wonder, these were the scores that were mentiond in this chapter and some of my favorites from crash landing on you: the song for my brother, picnic, and the story of us! I can't wait to share more eep
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