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swampstew · 6 months ago

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First Date

Summary: Blind dates can be a good or bad surprise. Warnings: none, entirely fluff maybe a smidge suggestive. Female reader x Kid, Killer is here for reasons. Minors DNI ever. Prompt inspired by these two images from Twt.

You were nervous, it’d been a while since you’d gone on a date. A friend set you up with someone who was a little outside your normal dating pool but you were willing to take a chance to meet up. At the very least, to see how cute they were.

When your date walked in you could hardly believe your eyes. You knew who he was. Loose acquaintances sure but you’d crossed paths enough times to know each other on a first name basis. Didn’t you have his number already?

While he spoke to the hostess, you quickly scrolled your phone screen and to your surprise, you don’t have his number. Odd. You were sure you had exchanged numbers before at one party or another.

Kid began walking towards your table, he gave a short hand wave to acknowledge you from the distance. Behind his colossal figure, you could see a blond man with a face mask trailing slowly behind him. He seemed familiar too.

Standing up to greet him, Kid made you feel so small in comparison as he bent at the waist and leaned his torso down, placing an arm around your shoulder in an awkward but friendly hug. He waited for you to sit before he took his own seat.

You’d lost sight of the blonde but you realized he had taken a seat at the table in front of yours – you just didn’t notice him because of Kid’s frame. Large, hunky, frame.

“I meant to call you m’self to set this up but I didn’t have your number like I thought I did. Nami was being a pain in the ass, trying to extort me for your number. Robin was decent enough to pass the message along.”

“She kept it vague, was that intentional?” you asked shyly.

“Not really,” Kid grinned that damn sexy knee-buckling grin of his. “I told her if she felt obligated to warn you, that was her prerogative.”

“Well she didn’t have anything negative to say,” you chuckle, “All she said was, ‘a friend of a friend wants to take you out, he’s a bit scruffy but mostly harmless. Easy on the eyes too’.”

“Haah, I s’ppose no news is good news,” he chuffed. “I’m going to be blunt, Y/N…”

You watched as he straightened himself, locking his amber eyes to yours in an almost hypnotizing stare. You felt like a rabbit, snared. A doe caught in headlights.

“I just want to say I have a crush on you, bad. Been feeling this for months now and I think it’s time I told you about my feelings, for real.”

“Oh,” your mouth popped open in shock. “Wait, who’s the other guy?”

“Oh Killer? He’s here for moral support.”

Your brows furrow, “Heh are you being for real right now?”

Kid nodded and tilted his head to the side so you could see his blond companion.

“I’m here for you, Kid. Do your thing.”

Kid’s face came back in sight as he sat up, “He’s my ride until I finish fixing my motorcycle.”

“Ah, I see. I feel like I remember you telling me you did repairs or something?”

Kid’s eyes widened in excitement, “Yeah, I do.” He seemed to relax in his seat, never taking his eyes off you. “Me and a few guys own a shop where we fix things up. Good business and keeps me busy. Lately been finding myself unable to focus on things for too long.”

“How come? Feeling stressed?” you wrung your hands under the table, your gut bubbling with anticipation.

“Naahh not stress. Keep thinking about this pretty girl I don’t see enough of and needed to do something about it.”

A blush crept on your cheeks at his statement, “You said it’s been months, may I ask why it took so long?”

It was Kid’s turn to blush, not answering right away and scratching the back of his head as he considered how to answer. He didn’t need to—

“He’s shy,” Killer coughed out loud. That made Kid turn and glare at him. “What? It’s true.��

Letting out a quiet giggle, “Well now is better than never. I could have sworn we got each other’s numbers at Vivi’s birthday party.”

Somehow Kid turned redder, “Me too. I uhh, tend to not save names a lot of the time.”

“Is that why you never called?” you couldn’t help laughing, “Can I see your contact list?”

Kid handed you his phone, mumbling an embarrassed apology. You scrolled through the numbers and names, amused at the amount of legitimate names that were saved compared to unlisted numbers or nicknames.

One entry caught your attention and you clicked to expand the details. Lo’ and behold – it was your number.

“You did have it, see?” you handed it back to him.

“Ah shit, you’re ‘Mouse?!’ Why the hell did I save it as that?”

You’re memories went back to the night of Vivi’s party – a bonfire at the beach. It had been one of those parties that lasted all day. You had worn a bikini that had a tied ribbon with long strings trialing loosely, tickling your thighs.

While you engaged with party goers you snacked and drank, but it wasn’t until you were hanging out with Kid that you were eating cheese and crackers.

‘Heh, you look pretty cute,’ he tipped his half full cup at you. ‘I ever tell you that?’

‘Nope, not once,’ you stuck your tongue out at him.

‘That ain’t right. Here, gimme your number,’ he handed you his phone. ‘That way I can tell you more often.’

Giggling you took it and punched in your number, leaving the contact details open so he could save it. His eyes were trailing up and down your body, only returning his attention to you as he took his phone back.

‘Hmm,’ he hummed, ‘Ya kinda look like a mouse,’ he started laughing. ‘With your cheese and your tail.’

You whined and moaned about the swim suit as you fixed the strings once more but it was for naught. Kid ducked down and grabbed the string, twirling it in the air and partly dragging you to his friend group.

“Ohhhhh right!!” Kid smacked his forehead lightly, tufts of hair fell over his headband. You felt the strongest urge to reach over and wrap it around your finger.

“You ripped the seam on that suit!”

“I’d be more than happy to buy you several more,” he gave you a toothy grin. “That is, if you’re feeling me too and want to go out.”

“I was going to say yes regardless but I love a good bribe!”

The two of you became so engrossed in conversation that neither of you noticed Killer had left his table. Silently, he walked to the waiter and left enough to cover your date with Kid. He glanced over at the two of you once last time before exiting the casual restaurant.

Tugging out a pair of riding gloves from his jacket, Killer unloaded his motorcycle from the bed of his truck; that he’d lent the keys to Kid. With a hum, Killer snapped back the kickstand and rode off into the night.

“Don’t fuck it up, gearhead.”

#eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #eustasscaptainkid #swampstew bedtime stories

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bookishdreamer28 · 1 year ago

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Levi falling head over heels in love with you ❥

After Levi lost the most important people in his life, he thought he would never find something or someone worth fighting for again.

But when you first stepped in his office on your first day of work, his eyes couldn't leave you.

"Hello Levi! I'm Y/N! Hange told me to leave these papers in your office so, here you go." You handed the papers and looked at him with bright eyes.

He tried to keep his expression blank. Woth no emotion. But his heart was beating so loud that he was scared you might hear it.

"Ok thank you, Y/N. You can go now." He said a little hurriedly and made you frown. When you left his office, a little taken aback by his reply, he let out a breath of relief. Why was he even acting like that?

The next days, were a torture for him. His mind was thinking of only one thing and that was you. Everytime you happened to be in the same room, he was stealing glances at you. And it looked like you knew because eahc time, you turned your heard to look at him but of course he was turning his head elsewhere.

One night, he found you sitting outside, gazing at the stars. He heard you humming a song and he got hypnotized by your sweet voice. When he returned to his room, he fell to sleep humming your song.

He knew he was screwed and that there was no turning back. That's why found himself standing outside your room.

When he knocked on the door, he made the move to leave and just lock himself in his office, but you opened the door and there you were.

"Levi." You breathed. "What a surprise. Wait, is something wrong?" You asked hesitantly.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. To be honest, yes there was something wrong. Very wrong. And as much as wrong this was, he did not care.

You told to come inside and he followed you.

"I, just wanted to see you." He said in a low voice. You leaned back on the wall and stared at him. And he saw the way your chest rose and fell in shaky rhythms.

"Ah. And, now that you see me, is there something I can do for you?" You mumbled. Your tone gave something away. Something that made him think that you knew.

"...Kiss me." He said lamost desperately. Your eyes widened.

"Just...kiss me." He said hoarsely. You felt weak. Your knees almost gave up on you. And when he noticed that, he instantly approached you and held you close to his body.

"There hasn't been damn day where I haven't thought of you." He murmured brushing a strand of your silky hair behind your ear. "You consume me. You make me weak. You make me want to live again. Make me have a purpose." He touched his forehead with yours, his voice shaking with emotion.

"Levi..." you whispered and placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly. "I love you too."

And with that he found himself grabbing your waist, pulling closer against his body and lips crushing together. You both sighed in the kiss, like you had finally found what you needed all this time.

His hand went through your hair and tugged them slightly, making you moan a little. You spent the night in each other's arms, your bodies hugging each other. Your warmth being the home you never knew you missed so much.

After you fell asleep, Levi stayed awake, admiring you. Thinking just how lucky he got. Cause he couldn't believe that you were actually here. With him. Together.

He carefully rested your head on his chest, trying not to wake you up, and laid back on his pillow. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead and xlosed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi found himself smiling.

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I don't think this turned out the way i wanted, but I hope you'll like it either way ♡

After I watched the finale of AOT, I just Had to write something with him, because he deserves the world. I love him sm TwT

As a manga reader, I knew what was coming but seeing the anime adaptation, made me cry even more. Can't believe this story came to end. Thank you Isayama 🙌

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #attack on titan levi imagines #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan imagines #aot x reader #levi aot #aot #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi #attack on titan x reader #anime x y/n #anime #shinjeki no kyojin #levi x reader #captain levi #levi heichou

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jeankluv · 5 months ago

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 15

words: 4,1k

summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem (twt)

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

warning for this chapter: nsfw content, smut, p in v, no protection (use protection)

notes: why every time I’m about to post a new Birdie chapter, Gege has to come out with something depressing related to Gojo? But I’m not going to be fool, my glorious blue eyed king is coming back.

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You rolled your eyes again as you heard Satoru's question for the fifth time. At first his concern was sweet, but now you wanted to choke him.

"Satoru." You said, looking at him with a mix of exasperation and affection. You were both lying on his bed, still dressed. “I already told you, I do want to do it. Stop thinking too much.” You sat up a little, giving him a serious look. "Do you want to do it? I know you’ve had a hard day.”

Satoru nodded vigorously. “It's just… I want to make sure you're completely comfortable with this.”

Your expression softened, and a smile formed on your lips as your chest filled with warm. “Satoru.” You murmured, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. “I’m comfortable. I’m with you and that’s all that matters.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled you closer, his hands resting gently on your hips. “I just don't want to rush this.” He whispered, his breath was warm against your skin.

You shook your head and your fingers traced the line of his jaw. “You're not rushing. We're in this together, remember?” You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, stop worrying.”

Satoru's tension dissipated at your words and he kissed you back with increasing intensity. His hands ran over your back, bringing you closer until you were practically fused together. The kiss grew deeper. You fell on the bed and Satoru's long fingers began to touch your abdomen, little by little moving up until they reached your breasts, still covered by the fabric of your bra.

While Satoru's caresses continued under your shirt, he explored every part of your body with a bow that made your heart race.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, Satoru undid it, throwing it somewhere in the room. You both stared into each other's eyes. Your chest rose and fell, feeling how the heat of your body increased.

Satoru also got rid of his shirt and for the first time you were able to admire his toned abs. You bit your lower lip and swallowed harshly as your fingers grazed his abs. You could feel Satoru trembling under your hand and you smiled to yourself, realizing the effect you had on him.

“Don’t tease me birdie.” He whispered.

“I’m not doing anything.” You smirked. “You are the one getting nervous.”

“How could I not?” He held your hand and put it on the side of your head, while he approached your lips. “When the girl I've had a crush on for years touches me like that?”

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and you felt vulnerable before his words. “For how long ago, Satoru?”

“A lot…” He whispered before connecting your lips together.

Your free hand went up to his hair and began to caress him, tangling your fingers in his hair, while you tasted his candy-flavored lips.

Satoru let go of your hand and ran it behind your back, pushing you towards his chest and unhooking your bra, carefully removing it and letting it fall to the side of the bed. You felt a little embarrassed at being exposed like that but that dissipated when Satoru began to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, until he reached the groove of your breasts.

“God…” He whispered against your skin. “You are so damn beautiful, you know that?” He smirked before taking your breast in his hand and started squeezing it and playing with your nipple.

You leaned your head back, feeling the pleasure Satoru was causing you with his wet kisses and his burning fingers. You moved your hips, wanting to feel him closer and giving him signals to go to that area.

But Satoru was way too distracted on your upper body. He was almost worshiping it. “Fuck ‘Toru!” You arched your back when his teeth met your sensitive nipple.

Satoru stopped and looked at you with a funny look on his face. “You just called me ‘Toru?”

Did you? You probably did it without realizing it.

“I have a nickname, right? So now that we are together, you should have one too. And ‘Toru, it’s cute.” You told him.

He hummed with a smile. “I like it.” He kissed you.

You smiled against the kiss, you wrapped your arms around him and your fingers traced the lines of his strong back. With a gentle push, you laid Satoru down and straddled his pelvis, moving your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sent shivers of pleasure through your body, and you could feel Satoru's immediate reaction beneath you.

He grunted at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. "What are you doing to me?" He murmured, his voice full of desire.

You smiled, a playful glint in your eyes. "I was sending signals for you to come down, but you were too busy with my breasts."

Satoru chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. “I'm sorry, princess, but you have beautiful breasts. No wonder they looked so good in that red dress.”

You laughed, the memory of that night at the club flashing vividly in your mind. He had been completely hypnotized by your appearance, his eyes could barely leave your chest. “I remember.” You said, your voice mocking. “You couldn't take your eyes off them.”

Satoru's hands roamed your sides, cupping your breasts gently. “Can you blame me?” He asked, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “They are perfect.”

You moaned softly into his touch, your hips grinding a little tighter against him. “You’re insatiable.” You whispered, leaning in to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

His hands slid to your hips, guiding your movements as the kiss deepened. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker with the scent of your desire. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you through the fabric of your clothes, and it only made you want him more.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him. He was beautiful, every inch of him, and he was yours. The thought sent a shiver of possessiveness through you, and you leaned in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his chest.

Satoru moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. “You're driving me crazy.” He murmured.

You smiled against his skin, your lips lowering. “Good.” You whispered, your breath warm against his stomach. “That's exactly what I want.”

In one fluid motion, you lifted yourself off of him enough to slide your pants down your legs, baring yourself before him. Satoru's eyes darkened even more, his hands immediately moving to cup your breasts again, his thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

“You're stunning.” He whispered, his voice full of wonder and desire. “I can't believe you're mine.”

You shuddered at his words, the intensity of his gaze making you feel powerful and vulnerable.

As the passion between you grew, the clothes were discarded piece by piece, until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Finally, with a needy grunt, Satoru rolled you onto your back, his body pressed against yours. He took off his pants in one swift movement, you could see how hard he was, how needy he was for you and it was lighting a fire inside you.

“I… the condoms” He looked at you.

You shook your head. “I'm on the pill, if you're clean then it's fine with me.”

He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and lust. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yes.” You breathed, your hands tangling in his hair. “I need you, ‘Toru. Now.”

With a moan he took off the thong you were wearing and entered you, the sensation was overwhelming. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each push taking you higher and higher.

The world around you disappeared and the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, the sound of his voice murmuring your name, the look of pure adoration in his eyes.

His pace was deliberate, each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through his body, your legs wrapped around his body trembled and made you feel on a cloud.

“Oh ‘Toru.” You breathed, your voice shaking with need.

He responded with a roar and you noticed how he grew larger inside you, his pace quickening slightly as he felt your body responding to his. His lips found yours again, and the kiss was hungry, desperate, full of desire.

You arched your back, moving closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hands ran over your body, touching you, caressing you, driving you crazy. Satoru whispered your name between the moans that escaped his lips, every kiss, every touch, every whisper... not enough. You needed more of him.

Your breathing became irregular and your body moved in perfect synchronization with his. Each attack brought you closer to the limit.

And then, with one last powerful thrust, you both screamed, your bodies shuddering in unison as you reached the peak of your pleasure. The world seemed to explode around you, and for a moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him, the sound of his voice, the feeling of absolute completeness.

You felt Satoru throbbing inside you and coming. Your chest rose and fell agitatedly, while your mind, body and soul were still trying to process what just happened. Satoru looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of amazement and satisfaction.

“You are amazing.” He whispered with a husky voice.

You smiled and a blush spread across your cheeks. “You too.” You responded, heart pounding in your chest.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You closed your eyes and felt safe under his warmth.

“Tomorrow we have class.” Satoru whispered, as he drew shapes on your back, you nodded against his chest. "We could..."

“Nope.” You interrupted him. “We have already missed today. We can’t keep skipping, especially when there is so little left to finish the course.” Satoru nodded against your hair. “Then you're not leaving…” you whispered.

“No.” Satoru pronounced firmly. “If not, who would be your favorite tutor?” He teased against your hair.

His soft laugh made his chest vibrate under your palm. “Are they going to kick you out of the family?”

“Not for the moment.” Satoru answered. “My grandmother is on my side, and my grandfather, although he doesn't really like the idea of me not studying law, but he is still in love with my grandmother.” He chuckled. “And if my grandma tells him something he will probably follow her words in a heartbeat.

“That’s cute…” You whispered. “How long have they been together?”

Satoru thought for a moment. “Over 50 years. They met back in London, my grandma was spending some time there, learning English and my grandfather was studying there. They met in a bar, you know he asked her to dance and the sparks flew instantly.” You looked at him while he was telling the story. “They got engaged after 4 months.”

“4 months?” You said surprised.

“Yeah, their families weren’t really happy, they wanted them to marry other people but they ended up giving in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“And your parents?” You wondered.

“I don’t know to be honest, they never told me how they met and I never asked.” He made a grimace with his lips.

The two of you remained silent after that, your heart arched thinking about Satoru’s relationship with his parents, but at least he had his grandmother with him. quite a while. Then Satoru's voice echoed through the room.

"Birdie…" You hummed in response. “Do you remember that I told you that we were going on an official date this Saturday?” You nodded softly, your head still leaning against him. “Well... I have, well I don't, my family has a charity gala and I have to go.” You looked at him confused. "I'm not asking you to come, only if you want, of course, but I really need to attend if I still want my grandfather to support me."

“Oh…” You whispered. "I understand."

A charity gala? It was probably one of those fancy events where people got together and laughed at how rich they were, right? You thought.

"Do you need a date for it?" you asked with a bit of jealousy on your voice.

“Technically yes, but if it's not with you I'm not going with anyone else.” He said looking at you. "I promise."

You bit your lip, considering his words. The thought of attending such a high-profile event was daunting and terrifying, far outside your comfort zone or anything you had ever attended. But the thought of being there for Satoru and supporting him in this difficult time outweighed that fear.

"I will go with you." You finally said, your voice firm.

Satoru's eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. "Really? Are you sure?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yes, I want to be there for you.”

He hugged you tightly, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you. This means a lot to me." You smiled. “We don't need to be there too long, we'll say hello to my grandparents and then I'll take you to a restaurant for something spicy.”

"That sounds really good." You murmured.

“If you back off between now and Saturday, I'll understand.” Satoru said, but you shook your head.

“If we are going to be in a serious relationship.” You took his hand, and made drawings with your thumb on it. “Then I must know your world, even if it is something inhospitable and unimaginable to me.” Satoru smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You are truly amazing.” He whispered.

You blushed and looked away from him. “Stop saying those type of things.”

“Why? You truly are.” He hugged you.

“Next week I have the weekend off.” You changed the topic. “I would like for us to go to a place.”

“Okay…” He whispered, leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “You know we should shower right?”

“I know…” You closed your eyes. “But I’m tired.”

He kissed your forehead. “Sleep tight birdie.”

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru watched you as you fell asleep and he carefully crept out of bed, grabbing one of his sweatpants, he walked out of the room and stretched.

He had momentarily managed to forget all the cloud of worries that was flying over his head, but the uncertainty about his future and his position in the family was still there. And the worst thing is that he would have to see his father at the charity gala, a part of him was happy that you wanted to accompany him but the rational part and the part that knew his world didn't want it.

But as his grandmother had told him, he had to let you decide if you wanted to know and find out more about that part of him.

He sighed and sat on the sofa, looking through the window and observing the night lights of Tokyo. Satoru felt how his eyes were getting heavier and how sleep was beginning to win the battle, until finally he fell sound asleep on the couch.

That night he dreamed or more like, he remembered about the lake and how on that occasion when he got there he threw his bicycle against a nearby tree. The only person who had cared about him, other than his grandparents, was leaving and he would be alone again.

6-year-old Satoru sat on the grass with his fists clenched and wanting to throw a tantrum but he held it in, his nanny had always told him that things couldn't be solved that way. But at that moment Satoru just wanted to scream and cry. He didn't want the only person who had ever wondered about him to leave, he didn't want to be left alone.

He rested his head on his knee and closed his eyes, trying to listen only to the noises of nature and thus calm down. But the noise or rather the cry of a little bird made Satoru rise from his place. Walking carefully he looked for the place where the noise was coming from.

He approached where his bicycle was pulling and that was when he saw the little bird, not far from where his bicycle was. Satoru carefully knelt down and with both hands grabbed the little bird. Apparently it had fallen from the tree. Could it be that it was his fault that the little bird fell from the tree?

“Sorry…” Satoru mumbled to the little bird, feeling how he was on the edge of the tears. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault.” A voice behind him said.

“Huh?” Satoru helped his nose and looked over his shoulder to see the figure of a girl, about his age. “How do you know?” Satoru murmured.

The girl approached him and knelt next to him. “Because birds often fall out of their nests when they are about to start flying.” She shrugged.

“But I threw my bicycle to the tree.” Satoru cried out.

“You are not that strong.”

“I’m pretty strong, I’m the strongest of my class.” Satoru protested.

“Then maybe it was you.” She said.

“I’m so sorry little bird.” He cried. “What should I do?”

“Take care of it until they can fly.” She smiled.

Satoru looked away embarrassed as he saw the pretty smile of the girl. “Sure I will take care of it and they will become a strong bird.” The girl laughed and Satoru felt how his cheeks turned red with that simple melody.

“I would like to see that.” She stood back up. “My mom is calling.” She started to walk away.

“Wait!” Satoru shouted but she was too far away, he looked at the bird and sighed. “We don’t know her name… What should we call her?” The little bird chirped and Satoru smiled. “Birdie? Sounds good."

Satoru smiled and he started to feel a soft caress on his face and hair. The dream faded from Satoru's mind like drops of water and was replaced by a voice that he could recognize anywhere and anytime. His name being called from afar, not his name, was a new nickname and one that had caused his heart to flutter when he heard it.

“‘Toru…” Satoru opened his eyes slowly, meeting your gaze. “Why are you here?” You murmured, still touching his hair.

“Birdie.” He said back with a smile. “I just sat down thinking and fell asleep.”

“You were smiling in your sleep, was it good?” You tilted your head with a smile.

Satoru smiled and nodded. “It was a memory and yeah it was the best.” He took your wrist and pulled you in.

You laid down next to him. “Oh, really? What was it? If you want to tell me.”

Satoru looked at you with his gaze full of love and serenity. “I remembered the day we met.”

“Oh yeah when you dumped me…” Satoru shook his head and laughed.

“Not that one.” He pressed you against him and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You looked at him confused. "Then which one?"

“Is that my shirt?” Satoru changed the subject and you looked at the shirt you were wearing. “It suits you.”

“It’s gigantic.”

“Yeah sorry for being almost 2 meters tall.”

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s fine, I always wanted a tall boyfriend so it’s totally fine.”

Satoru softly hugged you. “It’s good to know I’m the tallest so I don’t have to compete with anyone else.”

“We should go to the bed ‘Toru.” You whispered.

“Let’s just stay like this a bit more and keep calling me ‘Toru, I love it.” Satoru's chest vibrated when you laughed against him and he smiled widely, enjoying the moment you both shared.

You both stayed in that position for a while longer, until you finally forced Satoru to go to bed together. Satoru stood up heavily from the couch following your footsteps. When you reached the bed you patted the bed and Satoru lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around his hips.

“Birdie?” You hummed with your eyes closed. “Thank you…” He kissed the back of your neck.

“Why ‘Toru?” You wondered.

“For coming to me, for changing everything.” You looked over your shoulder at him, with a look that reflected doubt and a little worry. “It's nothing, calm down. I’m just sentimental.”

“Okay… now rest.” You whispered.

Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and was intoxicated by the armor of your body and your heat under his arms welcomed him on a pleasant dream.

With you Satoru felt ready for any adversity or anything. He felt his heart full and more secure than ever, and that was difficult for Satoru, but that's how it was. You gave him a strength and confidence that he didn't think he had, and you had been giving it to him since that moment at the lake. Because no matter how small that interaction was that you had and that you did not remember for reasons that Satoru still did not know, that interaction, that smile and that girl had changed Satoru's entire trajectory.

And he was grateful for that subject where they put you both together. Because thanks to that, you had been able to form a bond that Satoru felt could become unbreakable.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The next morning, Satoru woke up alone in bed. His hand extended through the sheets looking for the human warmth of the previous night but he found sheets that were already cold. Rubbing his eyes and stretching his muscles, he left the room, expecting to find a familiar figure.

Dragging his feet through the apartment he arrived at the kitchen, where he saw you sitting on one of the stools eating an apple, while you talked animatedly on the phone. When you realized his presence you gave him one of the warmest smiles Satoru could have imagined.

Satoru felt how his entire being weakened with that small gesture on your part. He was so fucked up for you.

“I will see you later.” You said to the phone. “Yeah… bye… Love you.” And you blew a kiss into the phone.

“Love you?” Satoru raised his eyebrow in a mocking tone and pretending to be offended.

“Good morning ‘Toru.” You smiled ignoring him and approaching him. “You are not going to tell your girlfriend good morning?”

Satoru smirked. “Of course, good morning.” And he tilted his head so that you could kiss.

But you put your hand on his forehead and pushed him away. “I don't know if you deserve a good morning kiss.”

“Oh come on birdie.” He cried.

“Alright.” You smiled, cupping his face and standing slightly on tiptoe, you gave him a kiss. "Now eat breakfast, we have class in an hour."

“Roger!” You laughed at his cute gesture. “Was it Kyoko?”

“Yeah, her parents wanted to make sure I was alright.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I already told Kyoko I was going to be with you and she told them, but I guess they wanted to make sure.”

Satoru smiled at you as he prepared his breakfast. "It's good." He said and you looked at him confused. “That they care about you like that.”

“Oh yeah…” You laughed nervously. "I guess so. Sometimes it's strange, since I was 16 I haven't had anyone who cares about me like that.”

Satoru put the bowl aside and walked up to you to wrap you in his arms. “Well let me tell you that now you have a lot of people looking out for you and worrying about you.”

You smiled and caressed his face. “I know and thank you.” You kissed him. “But now have breakfast. I'm going to change."

“Why?!” Satoru protested. “You look so hot with my shirt on.”

You raised your eyebrow and looked at him from the door frame. “Oh so you think I should go to class with just the shirt of my boyfriend on?”

Satoru opened his mouth, then closed it, and finally swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “No, change. That image is just mine.” You couldn't help but laugh and Satoru felt embarrassed letting that jealous side of him out.

Satoru watched you disappear and stretched his back, while he smiled thinking about how happy he was. The happiest he has been in a long time despite all the storms that were happening surrounding his family matters.

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mint-ty · 7 months ago

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I just think people judge too goddamn fast nowadays. 🙁 How does it teach a person if we cancel them and won’t let them learn? Since when has hate been a productive way to achieve peace? And how does it make peace in gaza if we hate Käärijä, a totally innocent person, here on the internet, send him thousands of hate mails and cancel him? Our behaviour only polarizes the world more, and yet one more individual is been pushed down and crushed. He needs our support, we live and learn together here as human beings.

good morning anon, how is the hangover?🙂 I hope everyone had a bit of sleep..

I think the judgment came from receiving a punch to the stomach from seeing that video, so it wasn't too sudden, even if we now know Käärijä was set up (I mean, duh). I fully agree that cancelling people is not the way and it does breed hate snowball (sidenote: I'm all for cancelling corporations tho 👍 they can handle.), the reactions I've seen here on Tumblr have been very appropriate and understanding, and majority has been already said, so I want to hug everyone because ugh this will stick and I love you all🫂 I don't use twt but I can only imagine what's there from the comments I've seen on Kä's ig :/

By trying not to get caught in the middle of this esc shitstorm Jere got caught in the worst possible way. So in a way we're all upset because we haven't given up on him. He knows it was a mistake, we know it was a mistake, everyone around him know it was a mistake. He did learn something from the flag incident and it seems have spoken with his team before making any rash decisions. I believe he'll learn a lot from yesterday too.

And anon you touch a really good point - how does it make peace? ESC is a pond and it will be over in few days. War won't. So it's very important to continue with advocacy for palestinians by pressuring politicians and businesses who have actual influence.

This situation also reminds me of family psichology, forgot the term, but it's about how and why your loved one sometimes would lash out or say very hurtful things, when they would never say that to others. And it's because they feel safe to get angry in the presence of you and at you. I think this is very similar and many of us feel like Käärijä, and fans by proxy, is our family and we feel safe to express our hurt and that we will be heard.

But again it's important to remember that here we're all on the same side and if anyone really really wants to send hate mail - well then esc account is much better recipient as an example 💩

#käärijä #it's 6am anon idk maybe I'm waffling too much #yea don't send hate to Kä or any individual people it won't achieve anything but hurt #send hate to govs and organizations who benefit from war

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greenqueenhightower · 5 months ago

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People (Team Black twt) are reading "Oh, he’s Dornish!" as racism and the Rhaenicents who want Alicent to only live for Rhaenyra read it as disgust but Alicent clearly had a thing for Dornish men and Ser Criston in particular.

I’ll quote directly from the first episode’s script. From before Criston even says his first words to Rhaenyra, before Aemma’s death, before Alicent’s marriage to Voserys, before the brothel, before Rhaenyra slept with him, before Alicent feeling betrayed by Rhaenyra lying and getting her father sent away, before Rhaenyra’s wedding and Criston killing Joffrey. Alicent laid eyes on him and was heart eyes emoji.

KING'S LANDING, THE ROYAL BOX

(Ser Criston Cole rides over to the royal box with his helmet off and rested on his saddle. The knight is stunningly handsome: olive-skinned, with dark eyes and black hair.)

ALICENT:

“Gods. He's Dornish.”

(Rhaenyra looks at Alicent, as if trying to vicariously experience whatever it is that Alicent is experiencing.)

(As Ser Criston Cole gazes up at Rhaenyra and Alicent...)

SER CRISTON COLE:

“I was hoping to ask for the princess's favor.”

(Alicent's hopes are dashed. She looks at her younger, royal friend with envy.)

(Princess Rhaenyra and Alicent are far too caught up in their romantic fantasies to notice that the king and his Hand have quickly left the royal box in the middle of the tournament.)

Their romantic fantasies are Criston= Alicent, Daemon= Rhaenyra

It disproves that the only reason why Alicent wants Criston is because Rhaenyra had him. Alicent was attracted to him and Emily Carey said she in love with him and got bullied. Rhaenyra wasn’t interested in Criston upon meeting, didn’t see what Alicent saw in him and only built a relationship with him because he was all that was there. She was shunning Alicent, barely speaking to her father and Daemon was exiled/in the stepstones. Rhaenyra was never in love with Criston, he was just sex to her and a stand in friend.

It also should shut the “Alicent wants everything Rhaenyra has! She’s obsessed with Rhaenyra and using Criston as a vessel to be close to her!” people up too.

Alicent is capable of physical attraction towards certain men. Alicent is attracted to Criston and has been for 20 years. Her girlhood crush turned into a deep love and understanding somewhere during the 16-17 years he’s been her sworn protector. Rhaenyra never had Criston the in the ways Alicent has him. His one time sexual encounter with Rhaenyra, a brief stint in her service and a fling that led need badly doesn’t come close to holding the same weight of nearly 2 decades of service, friendship, trust, support, mutual attraction, pining and him loving and protect her children too.

Nobody ever says that Harwin was Rhaenyra’s substitute for Alicent with his brown curly hair, big brown eyes, hand of the king father and his Andal and first men blood.

Of course Alicent had a thing for Criston! I read "God's, he's Dornish!" as an exclamation of amazement and an audible attraction of Alicent towards *exotic* Dornish men.

Thanks for adding the script excerpts, it is clear that Alicent is intentionally interested in Criston as early as episode 1. This is why Rhaenyra's later betrayal doubly hurts because Rhaenyra not only betrayed Alicent's friendship but also showed her that she believed herself to be entitled to anything Alicent might have liked or wanted for herself. And it pained Alicent even more, because Rhaenyra knew that Alicent, being married to the king, could not have wanted or let herself desire Criston, yet Rhaenyra was free to do as she liked and rubbed that on Alicent's face.

Therefore, I think it matters greatly for both Alicent and Criston that they finally consummate their blossoming love in S2, and Alicent finally feels that she has found her previously denied freedom to seek what she desires.

Your above analysis is on point! Thanks so much for the ask💚 You also make such a good point about Harwin being Alicent's substitute for Rhaenyra, I have never thought of that before!

#does that mean Rhaenyra was claiming Alicent through Harwin?#this needs to be in a fic if it isn't already #alicent hightower #ser criston cole #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #alicole #rhaewin #rhaenicent #criston cole #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #greenqueenhightower #greenqueenasks

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togethernow · 5 months ago

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Get ready for an extra special edition of Headcannons!

Anyways RHYTHM HEAVEN PRIDE HEADCANONS YIPPEE!!!!

They're in no particular order btw

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

The Paddlers and the Cosmic Paddlers (and I guess the space and cosmic dancers too) are agender!

Yeah their whole general species is agender. They also reproduce asexually (as in paddler babies just pop up out of nowhere)

Oh yeah... on the topic of people from space...

Cosmic girl is trans! (A trans girl to be more specific)

DJ Yellow and DJ Blue are both gay

And dating!

Aheehee they're so so so SO cute

I think DJ Blue always had a crush on Yellow, and since Yellow is always was a physical affection sort of guy even towards friends, Blue always felt super flustered Yellow would hug him or something.

For Yellow, it took a while, but I think he fell in love with Blue after about 2-3 years.

Student Rocker/Deshi/Cecil/whatever you call them is non binary!

They go by they/them

JJ's demi aroace!

He's pretty standoffish and I feel like if he did fall in love with someone, he would still act all cold and distant. (There will be signs though!)

hehehehe flustered JJ...

Wandering Samurai's aroace!

Literally cause while they were out dating n stuff he was here studying the blade

Also I thought it would be funny cause a bunch of ladies like him

I mean he's still flustered cause you would be too if a lady just up and lunged at you, right?

He's more interested in keeping the peace instead of saving the damsels though

UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN-

And it's allllll you guy's fault TwT/hj

They are the epitome of banger date idea: fight another couple

Adore is pan!

Heh heh fun fact she actually has a pretty big crush on Assistant (you guys didn't hear that from me btw)

Oh yeah, speaking of Assistant...

She likes girls :3

Does she like Adore back? Idk maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(UUUUGGGGGHHHH WHY IS THERE ONLY THIS AND THE SPRITE OF HER FROM NINTENDO BADGE ARCADE AND NOT THE ONE WHERE SHE LOOKS SUPER HAPPY)

(and yes I'm getting these from rhwiki.net, the superior rhythm heaven wiki)

Ann Glerr is aroace and agender!

In terms of everything in life, it really said "Nah, I'd fish."

She goes by she/it btw

Squirrel dude's also aroace!

(Gee, so many aroace people today...)

(Totally no bias here >:3)

Also because I thought it would be funny

I feel like for Squirrel especially, he legitimately does NOT understand what romance is, despite how long he's been with his colleagues for

Like he just thinks it's like friendship+, which it kinda is? But not at the same time?

Idk Squirrel man, keep studying the science of love and one day, you might get it

And last but not least...

THEY!!!!!!

OML

THEY LITERALLY

AUAUAAUUAUGUGUGUGHGUHGUGHAUUAGUHUAHUGUHU

AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

Ok gotta explain them

Skip this next section if you don't want to read a MASSIVE MASSIVE LORE DUMP

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Uhhhh so basically in high school Pitcher was uhhh...

not doing too good

For reasons I'll probably explain in the future, (idk how far into the future), she was hit with the dysphoria™ and had this whole like mysterious/tough kid persona

I'll be referring to Pitcher as he in this next segment, as that was how he wanted to be called back then

He was part of the school's coed baseball team, and would wear his baseball uniform all the time, avoiding classes and hiding out in the boy's bathroom or the roof for most of the day.

He had very little friends, like Julia/Senpai/His Crush/whatever you call her since they were childhood friends, They weren't that close, though, since Senpai was very busy with studying or student council meetings or whatever (she was, in fact, the Ultimate Senpai!). Pitcher had A Boy/Romeo/Kouhai as his main friend for a while, due to their troubles in making friends with others (Pitcher cause of his standoffish-ness and Kouhai because of his social anxiety).

But there was also...

Reporter.

Oh sweet, chipper, who shines just like the sun Reporter. Reporter was a popular girl who got along with just about anyone you could think of. That made her job of being the reporter for the school newspaper very easy. That, in turn, made her appear at many schools events, like school dances, tournaments, and... baseball games.

Reporter was supposed to interview players for a segment in the newspaper the next week and she noticed a person she never saw in the school before.

Pitcher saw her approaching and hid somewhere before she could interview him. 'Damn, it's that annoying ass girl' he probably thought. From behind the bleachers, Pitcher watched her interview his other teammates, making sure that she wouldn't come her way. However, as he looked at her, he realized something.

'Ghghghhh... She's so damn cute!'

I mean like, Pitcher VERY WELL knew he was attracted to girls, even in like middle school, but most of those girls were like, beautiful celebrities on tv n such. Reporter was different, though. The way she was always so chip n cheerful, the way she always added meaningful comments in conversations no matter what, Pitcher felt something deep inside him. Like he wanted to squeeze the life out of her, but not in a malicious way or anything.'

'Damn, no wonder why everyone wants to talk to her...'

His hand covered his burning cheeks. Was he really getting this flustered over Reporter of all people??? He growled and scampered home, not wanting to think of it any longer.

Meanwhile, the event was winding down, and Reporter realized that she still didn't get to talk to the infamous, elusive pitcher. She looked and asked everywhere, but she couldn't find him no matter what. Eventually, she reluctantly went home herself.

On the way, her mind exploded with various scenarios on how a conversation with the pitcher would go. What would it be like to sit down face to face with him and talk about whatever? What would the inner thoughts of someone like that be like? Why did she never see him until today? Before she knew it, her heart was racing, and not just because she really wanted to talk to him. That day, she vowed

"I'm gonna talk to him no matter what!!!"

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Annnnnnd ramble over

If you made it to the end, you're a real one. Thanks for sticking along. Happy pride month to you all!!

#fun fact I listened to beautiful one day while making this #oh yeah happy pride month!!#sorry i made this while it's almost about to end TnT #but happy pride regardless!! ^w^#rhythm heaven #*loads* headcannons

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hsrlanedefencesquad · 5 months ago

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Ok so I've finally played the haze story and the premier was ok, nothing special, nothing bad about it (same way I've always felt about alice's other books so maybe this writing style just doesn't resonate with me) but I still have high hopes for this story...it has so much opportunity to get better

Things I didn't like:

Alice should have explored on Lada and veraya's relationship more, they didn't feel close to me, so much so that I wasn't moved by the sister's death at all

Dragan - what's this guy's problem??? No seriously, I hate this "boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you" CHILDISH ASS TROPE. It's not even a sort of dislike that I can digest from a red flag, no he is full on being mean and insulting & looks like he hates mc with every fiber of his being (I mean he literally clenches his jaw when he sees her coming) I don't like this (and this is coming from someone who loves romancing red flags) I really hope he has a GREAT excuse for why he acts that way other than he has a secret crush on her or else that would be stupid and I will use all my diamonds in making him miserable anyway I can

I was really expecting better from an RC writer not to do this annoying ass trope ESPECIALLY because GOE has already done it and it was no less ANNOYING...like what's going on with the "Boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you & you think he is in love with your dead twin sister but he is actually in love with you" trope?? Did Alice just take inspiration from anastasia's cas route or did a book recently blow up in book twt that had this trope, making other authors go crazy & venture into it or what?! Stop it, it's annoying & childish 🫵🏾

It's just been 2 episodes and I can already see that Lada has little to no backbone, why did anastasia write Lada being in love with that dragan idiot as the canon?? No like even on the determined/stubbornness path....Lada just keeps blushing like a fool thinking about dragan immediately after the idiot says the most insulting thing about her ever, even when I hadn't taken diamond choices with him, she was already blushing?? I hate my mcs being canonically in love with a character especially when said character is a jerk

Not only that but she also seems pathetic over him too, she obsesses over any little interaction her twin sister has with him, EVEN IN HER DEATH & FUNERAL, like what??? your sister just died and the main thing that made you finally drop a tear was whether dragan's gift was sincere or because he liked your sister so he gave you a gift because she asked.....like I would have been able to accept her having a crush on that idiot if she hated herself for it too or had strong internal monologues struggling with liking someone who despises her, like girl have some dignity please. I don't think I have found any mc so pathetic (in how she treats her romantic feelings aspect) in just 2 episodes.....plus she just feels so empty written (yes it has only been 2 episodes so we can't know much about her but still) it feels like there isn't even anything to know about her and please don't bring up lane because that is a very differently written character, she is written as cold and apathetic but we still could feel out her personality but lada? she isn't even described as being cold or empty, just average yet she still feels so.....meh

(I will humbly offer my apologies and give Alice all the praise if she progresses in the upcoming episodes, please note this isn't my analysis for the WHOLE story just this 2 little episodes so yes I do know there is still room for more and I am excitedly waiting on it. This is not a hate post)

Good thing I can say about Lada is that all her sprites are pretty and even though she feels bad about being average compared to her sister, she doesn't go the pick-me "woe is me, oh look at me I'm not like other girls route or develop some grudge or inferiority complex towards her sister for being better that her, No she accepts the way she is and instead find something else she loves doing that makes her whole)

The races

I either don't have eyes or I'm delusional because let me tell you, I haven't seen ONE black character in this story yet that was all the russians could complain of, either racists are that obsessed with black people that they pretty much see them every where, they aren't or there are some hidden characters that maybe I didn't see because where are the black people everyone was talking about? Only black person I saw was the opportunity to choose your mc's sprite

Infact, the race that I kept on seeing was asian (this also seemed weird to me but I googled it and it says slavic people extended to some parts of asia so they rightfully belong there & I don't really know what the russians have to complain about)

#and the haze will take us #romance club #rc athwtu #rc thoughts

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ittostine · 1 year ago

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just like magic

kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion.

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake.

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime.

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.”

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally?

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again.

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

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“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him.

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands.

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath.

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him.

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically.

“i’ll be sure to call.”

“you better.”

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin wriothesley #lyney #genshin lyney #lyney x wriothesley #wriothesley x lyney #smut #modern au #lyney genshin

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bloggingboutburgers · 2 months ago

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Hi again, it's the crunchy fish stick! (oops, late reply...been busy lol) You and your QPP are really cute and I'm happy for you guys!!

Honestly I reached out to begin with cause at the time there was this online friend who I wasn't sure if I was squishing or crushing on or not at the time (he felt similarly, but without the squish part) and we agreed to give it some time to see if we should try dating or just leave it as is...and I felt like I should research because of that to find out if a) maybe I'm arospec, b) maybe we should QPR, c) is it really that difficult to be long distance.... After an evening of research and some thinking afterwards, it turns out that I feel aroflux! (and if you feel aroflux then that means you are one, like with everything else) Soooooo we had a conversation and now we've been dating for almost a month despite being half the world apart/having a 10 hr gap (funny how that's kinda similar to you and your QPP lol) and it's nice

He's allocishet (is that actually offensive?? I still don't know ^^;) but it felt great that he actually listened to my idea of "should we QPR" (even though we didn't go with that) and he didn't mind that I'm aroflux and yeah, it was a good feeling. Hopefully we won't miss each other too much cause we're both kinda busy people and also unable to travel for some years...though I guess ping spree-ing (spamming) each other on Discord in our spare time helps lol

Ummm idk if it's okay to be prattling on so much with technically irrelevant stuff ^^; but it felt right to share. Tbh I feel like that other anon who said sex was like donuts to them, but for me it's romance--it's good and fun, enjoyable when it happens, but I could see myself living my life without it just fine. (though I've only been in an online situationship that ended badly before, until recently with my now-bf...) I think the idea that being without a romantic partner for life or being a forever virgin is the worst thing ever to happen...I think people who have that idea and mindset stuck in their heads are kind of silly tbh--there's so much to life outside of romance or sex! (I'm sure you know that fully well too lol, this is me agreeing) Although I'd like to try kissing and other romantic gestures or maaaaaybe sex in the future, they don't seem like goals to me atm--is this something allos could think too?

Now that I've started "the thoughts" and prattling, I think I could talk even more but I should stop now lol

Hope you feel awesome--cause both you and your work/comics are awesome--and this is the crunchy fish stick signing off for now because she has a tendency to go on too long!

(one last thought: QPRs are like super customizable t-shirts?? how's that take?)

Aaaaaaa hello!! Thank you so so much for sending news and sharing your experience, this was super heartwarming to read TwT I'm so glad it turned out well for you guys and I wish you the absolute best!! And good luck with the distance too! Though hey, if you're giving it a try it means you're confident you can deal with it, so I have faith in you guys^^ May you be happy and vibe the way you want to vibe!

(Also I quite like that take! My godson when I explained my QPR to him also used the word "customized" to sum it up in his own words, so that definitely resonates with my experience as well)

#crunchy fish stick #anon #queerplatonic #queer platonic relationship #qpr

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noahschnappinfs · 3 months ago

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Everytime I see those hate posts with lots of likes I remember that Noah’s spam acc almost has 600k followers. Not all of them are fans but yk what I mean. Also his WB post got 1mil likes or a little bit more. It’s a post about Will, but people still liked his post, his haters don’t do that lol. There are 8bil people on this planet, most of them don’t even know about Noah or just don’t care. And yeah, some of them just follow what other people say, especially on twitter. Also didn’t a post on tiktok about people having a crush on Noah in the past (it was about him coming out as gay, not him becoming "problematic") got 1mil likes?

Sometimes it’s cool that I’m from Eastern Europe ha. ST fandoms here love Noah or just don’t care about him. There are few Noah haters but I noticed that most of them are obsessed with twt/western internet culture so that tracks lol. There’s a vid about his cancellation and it got almost 100k views and all of the comments (there were like 5 hate comments only I think haha) were supporting him or saying something like “Damn that was a stupid move from him why did he do all that but whatever not a big deal”

it’s impressive that after all the hate he’s has received, he’s still the most followed male actor in the show. that says a lot about his appeal and like you mentioned, he also has a successful new tiktok which is impressive considering that it’s private and he keeps kicking people out if they are hateful.

yes, i also saw that tiktok of a girl remembering how she cried when noah came out because she had a crush on him. it was posted quite recently and got like 1M likes, it was full of other girls expressing the same sentiment.

i’ve also talked with some friends about the fact that i think this whole outrage is a very american thing. i don’t want to dive too deep into my opinions about that but i agree with you on that one and you can ask a bunch of non-americans and you’ll get the same answer that most people actually don’t care at all because there’s other crazy stuff happening in our own countries.

i feel like normal people that aren’t as chronically online really don’t care about his “controversies”. remember that aggressively wasted report a few months ago, i saw a tiktok reporting it as news for a more adult public and most of the comments were like “yes he’s a teenager, i also got drunk at his age”. my favourite comment was one that said something like “let noah party” and i was like “yes, let noah party” lol

#answered #ns

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frankenjoly · 11 months ago

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I'll rest assured

2x1 in atsulucy aka a couple drabbles i made for a fanweek on twt that got poofed out of existence

“unrequited” feelings

“Huh… can I ask you about something?” Lucy started out, almost stuttering, and it seemed crystal clear what her question was about. At least for Yosano.

There was no way it was about a medical issue, since her last shot had been just taken care of barely a couple of minutes ago, and the doctor had barely let the girl’s arm go so she could apply pressure over the spot by herself. In fact, the small bit of cotton used for it had been on her hand instead of Lucy’s only a second ago. So, unless there was something she hadn’t deemed appropriate to bring up beforehand, which was unlikely… it could only be one thing.

Crushes troubles.

“Of course, shoot.” Yosano lost no time in answering, discarding the needle she had just used while talking.

“It’s about… well, Atsushi.” And, there it was. “Do you think… he likes me? Like, y’know, like me like that.”

“Fearing it might be unrequited, aren’t you?” Once the needle was properly secured and thrown away, the doctor also got rid of the disposable gloves she had been using and made them follow the same fate said needle had met.

“Basically, yeah.”

Her snorting at the affirmative response wasn’t meant to mock Lucy, but to show how unlikely Akiko found the mere idea. And fortunately, it seemed the younger of the two picked it up instantly. Good thing, really. Someone had to be the perceptive one in that relationship, and despite loving the kid quite a bit, she knew very well that might not be Atsushi. Not yet, at least.

“Ah, don’t worry about that.” Now in the middle of changing into the usual pair of gloves she used to wear just as accessories, Yosano waved as a way to try and wipe Lucy’s fears away. “It’s just that, as our dear Ranpo-san said once, he still needs to get a bit of… speed, when it comes to noticing this kinda stuff.”

“Really?”

“I mean, have you seen him?” Such a comment made the redhead laugh, and she couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. Of course it was all going to be okay, and the doctor had no doubt it would be proven true sooner rather than later.

(Also on ao3.)

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“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I’d rather have that in yen, y’know.” When Atsushi’s eyes met Lucy, she was already sticking her tongue out at him as an answer to that comment. Deserved, though.

“Very funny.” She even rolled her eyes and, had they been physically closer to each other, something was telling him Lucy would have also pinched him. Not like he would complain, anyway. “Now to the point, what’s on your mind?”

“Alright, alright. You ever thought about getting tattoos? ‘Cause I sometimes do.”

Lucy then moved from her previous position, from laying in bed to sitting cross-legged over it, face resting between her palms and staring at him with more than evident curiosity. There was no need for her to say more, since Atsushi instantly picked up how she was asking him to elaborate.

“I mean, it’s not like I’ve given too much thought to what it would be, but… I’m pretty sure when it comes to the place?” He shrugged, pointing at the burnt scars on his side. “It’s gonna take time, and money I don’t have yet, and all that stuff. But, y’know…”

“It could look cool, yeah.” Lucy patted the spot right beside her, with yet another wordless request Atsushi instantly obliged too.

Offering her a smile, he returned to the bed, letting himself fall over it with not too much force, and taking position on the aforementioned spot while placing his head on her lap.

“I accept ideas, by the way.”

“Ah, that makes two of us.” She giggled, poking Atsushi’s nose. “Y’know, ‘cause I think I might do that too.” Her hand then moved up, running through his hair. “Like, maybe they won’t get completely covered and so. But you can definitely do pretty neat stuff.”

“Like with our lives.” Atsushi smiled again, both at the thought and Lucy’s gestures.

“Like with our lives.” She repeated, nodding along with those words.

(Also on ao3.)

#atsulucy #nakajima atsushi #lucy m. montgomery #bsd atsushi #bsd lucy #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #it's been +2 months and the acc even got deleted #it was about time

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kmhnsecretexchange · 11 months ago

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Title: Worthwhile

By: ShortHairIzuru

For: @/bunnikaroon on twt

Pairing: Kamukoma

Rating/Warnings: Teen+, Major Character Injury

Prompt: servant gets hurt and kamukura takes care of him

Author Notes: hiiiii nika i hope you like the kamukoma thanks for letting me write a sick fic about them

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52180744

Travel was never perfectly safe during the Tragedy. Between buildings collapsing, Monokumas firing off weapons on every other street, and people who had succumbed to despair attacking anyone they saw, even those who were extremely cautious were not always immune to accidents.

Kamukura and Komaeda were more than extremely cautious, however. Luck favored both of them, and even if Komaeda was a bit clumsier, Kamukura moved gracefully enough that it didn’t matter. Kamukura kept them both hidden from everyone, which in turn kept them nearly undetectable from most Monokumas that patrolled the streets of Towa city. They were able to dodge most debris that tended to fall at random intervals, mostly because Kamukura always heard anything long before it fell. They were much safer than the average person traveling. Though, neither of them were average, so it made sense.

Neither of them, however, were anticipating a bomb going off in a building they were walking by. Kamukura’s reflexes were good, so both of them were shielded from much of the initial blast save for being coated in a thick layer of dust, but both of their ears were ringing and the ground was covered in rumble, making their footing uneven. It was not anything either of them were particularly unused to, though it did make travel more difficult. And the loud ringing in their ears meant that Kamukura did not hear the piece of the wall above them break and start to fall until it was too late.

Kamukura did hear the rubble land right behind him as well as the yelp that Komaeda let out, making him whip around to see his leg pinned under a chunk of concrete. Nearly instantly, Kamukura was moving the debris off of him and inspecting the injury.

“Haha, I suppose I needed to pay a bit more attention after the bomb, didn’t I? I apologize!” Despite his casual tone, Komaeda was taking much shallower breaths and was clearly masking a lot of pain, hissing a bit as Kamukura moved more rubble. “Kamukura-sama, you don’t need to spend this time freeing me! It would be better if you just left–”

“Quiet.” Kamukura was already tearing spare fabric from the other leg of Komaeda’s jeans to make a tourniquet and stop the immediate bleeding. “You know quite well I am not leaving you behind, especially when you are injured.” Komaeda’s lower leg was crushed and he would be unable to walk for some time. As soon as Kamukura had done what he could there, he silently picked him up and began moving again towards the closest safe building where he could actually provide medical care.

“Kamukura-sama is so kind to care for a bug like me…” He said much quieter than he typically would. Kamukura didn’t respond and just kept moving through the city, searching for a place that would at least have running water. It took some time and if Komaeda was being as observant as he normally was, he could have noticed that Kamukura was maybe a bit frustrated as he searched. But he wasn’t all that focused on parsing Kamukura’s microexpressions so much as he was on the terrible pain that was coming from his leg.

Komaeda didn’t exactly know when they made it inside somewhere, given that he had found himself fading a bit in and out of consciousness from how much pain he was in. But at some point he opened his eyes again and he was laying down on a torn up sofa rather than being carried. Somewhere, he could hear a faucet weakly running. He couldn’t see Kamukura nearby, but he couldn’t really sit up to look beyond the immediate area around him, so he settled for staring at the cracked ceiling above him instead.

The next time he found himself conscious, it was because his leg hurt more. He had been doing his best to stay quiet through all this, but suddenly the pain became ten times more intense and he couldn’t help but whimper as he blinked his eyes open. He looked and saw that Kamukura had returned and was kneeling next to the sofa, lifting his leg slightly as he began actually working to stabilize the injury.

“I apologize, Kamukura-sama… You don’t have to do all this…”

“I already stated I was not leaving you behind. Save your energy, this will take time.” Perhaps it was because Komaeda was still drifting in and out a bit, but Kamukura’s voice felt softer than normal.

“What bad luck, an accident like this delaying our journey. Though, I do suppose it has been some time since something went awry for us.” Kamukura lifted his leg slightly and Komaeda cried out in response, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the pain shot through him.

“I could not hear what was happening after the explosion. There was little either of us could have done.” Kamukura seemingly ignored Komaeda’s cry of pain and kept working to clean the wound to the best of his abilities. “This will hurt more.” And, as promised, a searing pain burned through his leg as Kamukura reset the bone and Komaeda couldn’t help but cry out again. He expected Kamukura to tell him to be quiet again, but Kamukura was silent as he worked to more effectively stop the bleeding and splint Komaeda’s leg.

“Kamukura-sama…” he breathed out, his voice shaking.

“Hm.”

“Is it alright if I go unconscious? I… I’m afraid this hurts too much.”

“I have already stated that you need to save your energy.” Kamukura didn’t look up from his work and shortly thereafter Komaeda’s vision darkened and he was out.

When he woke up again he found his head in Kamukura’s lap, with Kamukura’s hand idly detangling his curls while he worked in his notebook with his other hand. His leg still hurt, of course, but he lifted his head to see that it was now fully bandaged and splinted. He then looked up to Kamukura’s face, which was still and expressionless as always.

“Do not move too much. Your body is spending most of its energy on healing.”

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“Six hours, twenty-three minutes.”

“What have you been doing for that time?”

“Sitting here.”

Komaeda furrowed his brows a bit. “The whole time? Surely you have better things to do than sit here.”

“It would be dangerous to leave you alone while you are unable to move.” Kamukura kept working in his journal as he spoke, not bothering to look at Komaeda.

“That shouldn’t be your concern, Kamukura-sama. I do not mind being left alone.”

“I am not leaving you,” he replied flatly.

“If you insist, who am I to stop you? I just don’t want you wasting your time.”

Kamukura finally moved his gaze to Komaeda’s face, staring down without any expression. “You do not decide how my time is spent, nor what constitutes a ‘waste of time’ for me.” There was no bite to his words, not that there ever was. Still, from most anyone else, his statement would feel almost chiding. Yet Komaeda could hear the faintest amount of softness (at least what was possible for him) in Kamukura’s speech.

He didn’t respond and Kamukura returned to his journal, keeping his free hand in Komaeda’s curls and gently working out knots without pulling too hard on his scalp. Komaeda decided to just watch him quietly. It was not like he could do much else, anyway. Kamukura did not care if Komaeda watched him.

Kamukura’s face was one that most saw as cold and empty. His features were sharper than many people’s, his dark hair bringing out how pale his skin was and his eyes constantly burning holes in the people he analyzed. Komaeda never saw him as empty, though. He more so saw him as deliberate. Deliberate with what he did, what he gave time to, what he decided was important. Most things were not.

Komaeda didn’t think he was important. He knew he wasn’t important. And yet, with everything he saw, Kamukura was perhaps the most deliberate when it came to him.

“What is Kamukura-sama writing?” Komaeda finally asked, breaking the silence.

“I am not writing.”

“Then what are you doing?” Instead of verbally responding, he just turned his notebook around and showed what he had been working on, which was a detailed portrait of Komaeda. His eyes widened as he looked at what could have been a photograph of him. “Surely Kamukura-sama could find more worthy subjects than a piece of trash like me…”

“I have already told you that you do not dictate what I deem worthwhile.”

“I suppose you did, I just can’t believe you continue to spend energy on me when there are so many more important things to do.” He looked back up at Kamukura. “I mean, Kamukura-sama could be doing so much but instead he’s sitting with me.”

“I do not wish to be doing anything else.” Kamukura pulled the notebook back to face him and continued drawing. “What you deem as important is dull to me. I have no interest in using my talents to further any agendas.”

Komaeda furrowed his brow. “Oh, I don’t believe you need to do anything specific. It’s simply that anything you do would be important and yet you are spending your time caring for someone unimportant.”

Kamukura looked at him again and tilted his head. “You are not unimportant. And regardless, you do not get to tell me what is and is not worth my time, as I have already stated. I do not understand why this needs repeating.”

“I…” Komaeda trailed off, because he didn’t want to correct Kamukura. And he was not trying to tell Kamukura how to spend his time. “I do not think you need to spend your time in any specific way. I suppose I am just surprised Kamukura-sama wishes to spend his time with me.”

“I have been quite clear that I do and have demonstrated such through my staying with you. I am unsure as to how this is surprising to you.”

“You have been. Perhaps it is just not sinking in.” Komaeda laid on Kamukura’s lap quietly after that, listening to the quiet scratching of Kamukura’s pen on paper and attempting to focus on Kamukura’s hand in his hair rather than the throbbing coming from his leg. But without any talking, keeping his attention away from the pain was much more difficult. Unconsciously, he found himself nuzzling into Kamukura’s hand and squeezing his eyes shut in a somewhat futile attempt to rest again.

“Would you like something for the pain? I would have to go out and find it, as I do not believe either of us carry something strong enough.”

“Aha, that’s not necessary. I’m perfectly fine.”

Kamukura looked at him for a moment before clicking his tongue. “You are not. I will go find a pain reliever.” Very gently, Kamukura moved out from underneath Komaeda and moved a ratty throw pillow under his head. “I will be back shortly,�� he said as he stood and without looking back, he walked out of the room, leaving Komaeda in the relative quiet. Without the distraction of Kamukura, Komaeda no longer had anything to keep his mind off of the pain and quickly found himself wavering into unconsciousness again.

Kamukura had several ideas of where to find strong painkillers nearby, as he had spotted several abandoned pharmacies and clinics while searching for a place to tend to Komaeda’s leg. It mostly came down to which locations had not already been thoroughly looted, but with his luck, he assumed that at least one of them would have what he was looking for. He started in a pharmacy just two blocks away and began searching through the back shelves for anything that might be useful. Most of the medication had already been taken, but there were still some things there, though any strong painkillers were long gone, it seemed.

He started to leave, passing the broken front shelves, not paying much mind to what was left until he saw a bright yellow package out of the corner of his eye. Kamukura paused and turned to inspect the item, identifying it to be a box of Blue Ram. He remembered it was a drink that Komaeda liked, though he himself never saw the appeal of it. Still, he grabbed the box and put it in his bag before leaving the building and continuing to the next clinic to keep searching.

He ended up finding something that would work in the third place he checked. It was always a bit more difficult to find medicine for Komaeda given all of his medical complications. If Kamukura had access to equipment to make the things that were needed, it would be much less of an issue, but just coming across medical supplies in the first place was lucky. Given everything, Kamukura decided that perhaps their next stop would be somewhere he could more effectively prepare for their travels. There were likely hospitals and pharmacies more untouched where he could synthesize medication both for incidents like this as well as for long term treatment of Komaeda’s various ailments. But that was for another time. For now, he needed to return to the hideaway he had found for them to get Komaeda the pain reliever.

When he walked back through the door, Kamukura saw that Komaeda was asleep again on the couch, unsurprisingly. He was not thrilled that he had left him alone, but retrieving the medication had been necessary and it seemed as though no additional harm had come to him. Kamukura walked over to the couch and squatted so that he would be more at eye level with Komaeda before brushing hair out of his face to wake him gently. He let out a small groan as he stirred and blinked his eyes open, focusing eventually on Kamukura’s face in front of him.

“Hm, Kamukura-sama, you came back after all…”

“I stated I would. I have never given you indication that I would go back on my word.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you decided that I was too much of a burden to travel with.”

“I do not understand why you are insistent on believing I will change my mind on this.” Kamukura went into his bag and pulled out the medicine and a bottle of water. “This will help with the pain and it is important to drink water while you are healing.” Without asking, he began helping Komaeda sit up a bit so that he could drink more easily.

“Thank you.” He winced a bit as he readjusted but took the pills and water from Kamukura anyway. “How long were you gone? I think I may have fallen asleep again.”

“Two hours and thirteen minutes. I checked a total of three locations.” Kamukura stood up again and sat in a chair near the couch.

“Oh, that wasn’t necessary. I would’ve been quite alright without anything. Kamukura-sama didn’t need to go out of his way like that.”

“I am uninterested in you continuing to be in pain, Komaeda. Taking the medication will alleviate your suffering.” Kamukura picked up his journal again and opened it back up to what Komaeda could assume was the drawing he had been working on before.

“Please don’t think I’m not grateful! I just don’t want you…” Komaeda was going to say wasting time again, but he thought better of it and cut himself off, opening the medicine bottle and taking out two pills to take with a drink of water. The two of them once again sat quietly in the room, with Kamukura sketching and Komaeda waiting for the medicine to kick in. Komaeda watched Kamukura work, noting when he flipped to a new page in the notebook to, he assumed, begin a new drawing.

It was Kamukura who broke the silence eventually. “The first pharmacy I checked had the drink you liked. It is in my bag if you would like it.” Kamukura had placed his bag near the couch, so Komaeda could easily reach it without straining. Komaeda raised an eyebrow and reached down to find the box of Blue Ram. He looked back up at Kamukura, who was focused on his journal and had not bothered to look at Komaeda while alerting him to the drink’s existence.

“How did you know I liked this?”

“You mentioned it once several months ago when we were in a corner store you knew used to sell it. I believe you were bemoaning it no longer being there.”

Komaeda blinked. “I’m surprised you remember that.”

“You know my memory is perfect.”

“I suppose I do, I just don’t believe that is something worth remembering.”

Kamukura looked up at him and tilted his head again. “Why not?”

“I don’t see a reason for you needing to know my preferences.”

“I want to know them.”

Komaeda blinked again. “Why?”

“Is it not common to wish to know the preferences of the people you care about?” Kamukura had never directly said he cared about Komaeda before, though it was not exactly hidden. Still, given that he had never said it up until this point, Komaeda had been able to pretend that it wasn’t true. Why exactly he wanted to continue to pretend that, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was just easier that way.

“I’m not sure I’m the best person to ask,” he finally said rather quietly. “But thank you.”

“There is no reason to thank me.” Kamukura returned his focus to his notebook once again and they returned to the silence that they often sat in together. The sunlight outside was fading and there was not much light available in the room they were in, so eventually Kamukura closed the journal and stood to tuck it back into his bag. “You need to rest more.”

“The medicine is making me rather tired,” Komaeda said with a slight chuckle. Kamukura nodded once and wordlessly began helping Komaeda lay back down before sitting on the couch and letting Komaeda rest his head in his lap again, weaving his fingers into his hair once more. Komaeda couldn’t lie and say that the touch wasn’t comforting, nor could he say that it didn’t help take his mind off his leg just a bit. “Is Kamukura-sama going to sleep as well?”

“That is not your concern.”

“Is it not common to take note of what the people you care about are doing?”

Kamukura hummed a bit and didn’t say anything for a moment. “I will rest my eyes a bit, but I want to stay ready in case anything should happen.”

“Always paranoid.”

“A building collapsed on you earlier and I did not catch it.”

Komaeda rolled his eyes a bit as he nuzzled into Kamukura’s hand again. “You said it yourself that there was not much either of us could’ve done to have prevented it.”

“Perhaps not.”

“I will not tell Kamukura-sama what to do. but resting will not hurt you.” Kamukura just nodded once and started gently detangling Komaeda’s hair again, which was enough in combination with the medication to lull him to sleep.

#kmhnsecretexchange #submission #fanfiction #sfw #kamukoma #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #dr #dr3

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jeankluv · 7 months ago

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 09

Words: 4,3K

Summary: You didn't like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you would use to describe him.

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

Notes: we are getting into business with this new chapter. I haven’t written almost anything during the whole week, I was busy studying but hopefully I can finish the chapter I was writing and start with the new one. I’m so excited for all of you to read the next few chapters.

Before you read the chapter: i know this post will be seen by a lot of people and I wanted to share this gofoundme link, she is my moot on twt, her name is Noor and she is trying to evacuate her and her family from Gaza and she is still trying to raise money. I know not everyone can donate but if you can rt and share it’s very useful. Thank you ❤️

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Pinteres board || Birdie playlist || ao3

“Fuck me.”

You opened your eyes in surprise after hearing your best friend’s words.

“Sorry.” She covered her mouth. “But Jesus! You look so freaking hot.” She looked up and down several times.

“You think so?” You looked at yourself back in the mirror.

Kyoko nodded. “That red dress looks breathtaking on you. And your breasts look just so good with it and please tell me you are wearing the high boots.” She said looking around, searching for your boots.

“Yes.” You smiled.

“My femme fatale girl.” She joked. “Girl, I’m afraid I might come back home alone.” She cried.

“Pfff.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not the one who has a boyfriend, you are!” You pointed at her. “I will probably be the one coming back home alone because you will be too busy with your lovely boyfriend.”

“C’mon girl, when was the last time you hooked up with someone, just anyone.” Kyoko said while stealing one of your lipsticks.

You felt silent, trying to think when was the last time you hooked up with someone. Last year’s New Year’s party? No you were working at the bar, so was two years ago with that guy?

“Oh god!” Kyoko gasped. “You don’t even remember it!”

“Shut up!” You took away your lipstick. “I was busy working and studying. I couldn’t go parting.”

“That’s why.” She positioned herself behind you. “Tonight, you will hooked up with someone.”

“Kyoko…”

“C’mon! The entire basketball team will be there.” She winked at you. “Satoru will be there.” She dropped it.

You tried to ignore the growing feeling on your chest. “And what about it?” You said with no emotion on your voice.

“What? You are going to tell me, that now you don’t dislike him, you haven’t imagine yourself hooking up with him.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “No I haven’t.” That idea hasn’t crossed your mind. Yet.

“Whatever, but there are a lot of hot guys in the team. But the hottest is already taken and it’s mine.” She joked. “Oh…” She gasped. “Probably the hot guy, the one you used to crush on, the one with the face tattoo and piercings will be there, he is also part of the basketball.”

“That was back when we were in our first year.” You snorted. “And besides, I think he has a girlfriend.”

Kyoko grimaced and sat on your bed while you finished making the final arrangements. You had to say it, you looked hot tonight.

At first you were doubtful about going out, because you didn’t feel like it. But you were young, you were having an extra free day and you nailed your exam, although you still didn’t know your score. But it was going to be good.

You turned around and looked at your best friend with a huge smile on your face.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely!” She screamed and held your arm.

Exiting your room, you exchanged polite farewells with Kyoko's parents before stepping out into the cool night air. There, standing by the front gate, was Suguru, patiently waiting for both of you.

Kyoko let go of your arm, her demeanor shifted, and she moved swiftly into Suguru's awaiting embrace. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched the intimate moment that they were sharing. You put on a smile and greeted Suguru warmly, acknowledging his presence with a nod. You sat in the back seat, while Kyoko sat next to Suguru in the front seats.

During the trip, the three of you talked about various topics, creating an atmosphere of fluid conversation that never made you feel out of place, as if you were holding the candles.

You couldn't help but notice how Kyoko was watching Suguru with bright eyes and a radiant smile on her face. Seeing her like this only filled your heart with warmth and joy.

In love, reciprocity was comforting, but when only one loved, the result was heartbreaking for those left longing.

Have you experienced love? Maybe, if you could call it that. At fifteen, your understanding of love was as ephemeral as the changes of the seasons, based mainly on the representations of movies, series, and books you found in the library.

At that age, you embarked on a relationship that lasted almost a year with a boy from your town. He was two years older than you, knew much more than you and was more experienced. However, as quickly as it began, what you could feel for him faded, now with the years that had passed, you were aware that for him you had only been a whim and for you he had been an exciting moment at that stage. Dating someone older had sounded exciting, but nothing could be further from the truth.

But life hit you in the face, once again, when you were sixteen years old and the idea of love was pushed aside. The last thing you wanted was to tie yourself to another in the middle of the chaos of your life.

After that relationship you had had one or another, more like attempts at relationships. In fact, when you were in first grade, Kyoko forced you to go on more than one blind date. I wanted to go on a double date one day.

But after breaking up with the prick he stopped insisting and you were never interested again. So the last time you had made out with someone, it had been during the New Year's Eve party two years ago. After that your life had been too hectic to have time.

Suguru parked the car in the crowded parking lot and the three of you stepped out of the vehicle into the bustle of the night. As you adjusted your dress, you looked at the happy couple, Kyoko and Suguru, who were arm in arm, radiating joy.

Kyoko caught your attention and made a playful gesture with her hand, motioning for you to join them in walking hand in hand towards the nightclub. His smile was contagious.

You took a moment to compose yourself, then offered a smile in return, nodding slightly as you closed the distance and linked arms with Kyoko. Then, the three of you headed towards the club where the basketball team had agreed to meet.

“I think I haven’t told you.” Kyoko said to your ear. “Shoko is coming tonight too.”

“For real? That’s great, she is nice.” You smiled. “I just hope you two don’t end up like last time.” Kyoko blushed a little bit.

“It was a one time thing.” She defended herself with a pout.

"Yes, but the one who had to drag your drunk asses around the house was me." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Shoko and I will make it up to you, we'll invite you." Kyoko said still without erasing the pout from her lips.

"It's the least I hope for." You said jokingly.

“Girls, we are here.” Suguru spoke, moving his head towards the club.

You entered the club, being welcomed by the heat of the place and the music at full volume. Suguru began to greet his teammates, most of them were faces you recognized from the game you had attended, but others were new faces.

“Suguru!!” You heard the voice of the person, who had been embedded in your brain for some time.

He appeared in the crowd, with a smile on his face and a glass in one of his hands. He was wearing a suit, just like that time he showed up at your work, but this one wasn't as elegant, it was more casual. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing part of his chest.

You wondered if it was his doing to unbutton those buttons or if he had already been having a good time with someone before you arrived. Maybe with that girl from that time.

You turned your head away from where he was and cursed yourself for thinking that.

“Hey Satoru.” Your best friend spoke.

“Oh girls!” He said happily. “You are here too.” You felt him approaching you. Shit.” Hey birdie, you are not going to say hi to me?” You were looking away from him.

You slowly turned to look at him and put on your best smile. “Hi Satoru.”

Satoru stared at you in silence, for longer than you thought he would. You could see his Adam apple moving up and down, as if he was trying to regain composure with that movement.

You smirked to yourself knowing it was the perfect opportunity to tease him. “What Satoru the cat got your tongue?” Placing a hand on your waist you spoke again. “Or I look so hot that you forgot how to speak?”

He closed his mouth, which was slightly opened and a small smile draw on his lips. “Yeah birdie, you look so freaking hot that I forgot how to breathe for a moment.”

Shit.

You should have prepared yourself knowing what Satoru Gojo was like and that he could come up with something like that. But damn, you loved it.

Trying to suppress the restless rise and fall of your pulse and chest, agitated by the impact his words and that hoarse voice had had on you, you forced a smile. You smiled as if it didn't matter, as if her words hadn't unleashed a whirlwind of emotions inside you.

But the reality was very different. Satoru's words had ignited a storm inside you, swirling with a tumultuous mix of feelings that you struggled to contain. Despite your best efforts to appear unaffected, the turmoil it had caused remained beneath the surface, threatening to erupt like a volcano.

You took a deep breath. Would it be that night? The night you'd finally accept something you'd been trying to suppress for weeks? Or would you just let it go and lock it in the deepest drawer?

Satoru Gojo pov

Satoru felt like his legs might give out beneath him, which is why he had held them steady when he saw you.

His gaze first saw his best friend Suguru, then Kyoko, and finally his eyes landed on you. And damn it. The word beautiful was not enough to describe you that night.

Seeing you in that red dress, accentuating every curve of your figure, along with those impressive high boots, took his breath away. Satoru felt helpless in the presence of your beauty, and tonight he knew he would be at his weakest point.

Unbeknownst to you, just like you, Satoru Gojo's insides were a whirlwind of emotions, he was reeling, overwhelmed by the sheer magnetism you exuded. He knew that tonight he would be at your mercy, completely captivated by just your presence.

“You want a drink?” He spoke pointing at the bar behind him.

“Yeah, sure.” You walked besides him. “I though you didn’t drink.”

Satoru looked at his cup. “It’s mainly soda with a bit of alcohol, but only from time to time. I am not a big fan of alcohol.” You nodded and turned to ask for a drink. “It’s good you came.” He got closer so you could hear him.

“And why it’s that?” You smirked, grabbing your straw and taking a small sip. “You would miss me if I didn’t come?”

Yes. But he was unable to say it out loud. “You deserve a break from all the stress.”

“That includes you.” You said teasing him.

“Don’t be bad birdie. I know you love me.” He joked but he secretly longed for it.

“Nah.” You shook your head , you approached his ear to speak to him. “When they called your name and then mine for the project I seriously considered leaving class.” Satoru felt offended by your words, did you hate him that much? “But now my dislike for you has gone from 95% to 35%.”

“A 35%?” He opened his eyes.

“There are times I want to kick your ass so badly.” You shrugged and sipped at the straw again. “You should be glad it went from 95 to 35.”

“Of course it went down, with this face.”

“Now it’s 37%” You said while rolling your eyes.

“Ouch.” He touched his chest as if it hurt his feelings. “Anyways, birdie, let me introduce you to some of our teammates.”

Satoru hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should reach out and take your hand. It wouldn't be the first time he did it, but this moment would be different. The last time he held your hand, at the lake, you were on the verge of tears, almost having a panic attack. Now, at this party, you were both having fun.

He looked at your hand and then back at your face, noticing the confused expression as you wondered what he was doing. Gathering all the courage he could muster, Satoru decided to act. He gently took your hand and led you in front of him to where his teammates were gathered.

As he led you through the crowd, Satoru's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. His hands were sweating and he prayed that you wouldn't notice.

Upon reaching his teammates, Satoru gave you a small squeeze and placed you next to him, still holding onto his hand.

“Guys!” Satoru's voice echoed in the space where the team was, causing the curious gaze of his teammates to rest on him and also on you. “She is…” Satoru said your name pointing his hand at you. His companions then began to murmur under their breath while his gaze remained glued to you.

“Captain! Is she your girlfriend?” Satoru swallowed hard and controlled himself so that a crimson red wouldn't stain his cheeks.

“No Yuji, she is not.” Satoru responded a bit irritated.

“Do you really think Captain Gojo would be able to get a girlfriend?” The vein on Satoru's forehead began to swell. It had definitely been a bad idea bringing you to meet these brats.

“Megumi…” Satoru snorted through his nose. “Don't pass or you'll be on the bench next week.” To which Megumi responded by turning around and sitting in one of the back chairs, without giving it any importance.

“I’m Yuji!” Yuji approached you with a smile.

“Nice to meet you Yuji.” You said finally letting Satoru’s hand go.

“You should meet the others too!” He said. “This is my first year in the team, well I just started college, but everyone is very nice.”

“Is Satoru nice too?” Satoru felt a small blush on his cheeks again after hearing you ask that question. “If you want we can get away from him and then you can criticize him.” You joked and Satoru smirked.

“Oh no, no.” Yuji shook his head. “Captain Gojo is truly an amazing player and amazing captain! I’m glad he is my mentor.” He widely smiled.

“Oh impressive Satoru.” You said looking at him.

Satoru shrugged and smiled. “What can I say, I'm the best.”

“You’re the best.” You said at the same time laughing.

“Captain…” A deep voice talked behind both of you, you lifted your head to be met with a tall blonde guy.

Oh Haibara’s friend.

“Nanami!!” Satoru happily shouted, to which Nanami reacted rolling his eyes. “Birdie, this is Nanami.” He pointed at him.

“Nice to meet you.” Nanami did a small bow.

“You are Haibara’s friend right?” He nodded. “I saw you a couple of times outside the store waiting for him.”

“You work with Haibara?” You nodded. “Oh so you’re the super nice coworker he always talks about.”

“I guess so.” You smiled. “You also play on the basketball team?” You tilted your head.

“Unfortunately.” You looked at him confused for his response. “Captain Gojo is a pain in my ass most of the time.”

“I understand what you mean.” You laugh recalling how you had Satoru saved on your phone.

Satoru coughed sharply causing you both to turn to look at him. “I think that's enough for today, Nanami, why don't you go get some drinks? I want the same thing as always, okay?” He said as he pushed Nanami away.

“Satoru, why was that?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Satoru rolled his eyes again. “It’s just that…” But the sentence was left in the air when Shoko’s voice sounded louder than his, calling your name.

“I finally found you.” She hugged you, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Shoko!” You said as you moved away a little. “You already drank something?”

“Just a shot. I’m okay, I swear.” She raised her hands. “Now come with me, Kyoko and Yuki are waiting for us to dance.”

“Yuki?” You said confused.

“I will introduce you now. Now let’s go!” She started pulling you. “Let's leave these idiots here.”

Taking one last glance at Satoru and offering a small smile, you bowed your head before disappearing into the bustling crowd of people. Satoru watched you leave, a slight smile on his lips, before exhaling heavily through his mouth.

He walked over to the couch where Megumi was sitting and sank down next to him. Leaning back against the backrest, Satoru looked up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

“Captain Gojo, you seem distressed.” He heard Megumi talking.

“It’s nothing, kid.” He shook his head. “And by the way how come you are here? You usually hate this type of place.”

Megumi sighed heavily. “That idiot brought me here.” He pointed at Yuji who was now grabbing snacks from a nearby table.

Satoru opened his mouth in o shaped form and nodded. “You two are really close aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” Megumi inquired with a nervous look.

“Nothing. I mean if you two are close in that type of way then it’s fine by me. And if anyone in the team says something inappropriate, make sure to tell me. I will handle it.” Satoru explained.

Megumi stood up. “Thank you captain, but it’s okay… we are okay.” Satoru noticed the small blush on Megumi’s cheeks and smiled as he walked away to where Yuji was.

Satoru looked around the place and spotted you on the dance floor. He watched you from the side, he observed you as you danced and laughed with Kyoko, Shoko and who he guessed was Yuki, the one Shoko mentioned before. It was rare to see you so carefree, and he couldn't help but feel his chest swell with happiness at the sight.

As you moved gracefully on the dance floor, your laughter filled the air and Satoru found himself captivated by the joy that radiated from you. He couldn't look away from you, mesmerized by the way you moved, the way you laughed, the way you simply existed in that moment. It was as if the world disappeared into the background, leaving only you.

He looked at his drink and his thoughts returned to the conversation he had with Suguru last week. It had been a jolt of reality, to say the least.

Satoru had come face to face with the truth: the feelings he harbored towards you had been there for a long time. It wasn't a simple crush; he was deeper than that. The weeks of interaction had only intensified his emotions, revealing a deep feeling he had rarely experienced.

Reflecting on it now, Satoru realized that he had been in love with you long before he fully acknowledged it. He had fallen in love with you from a distance, watching how you interacted with others, listening to what people said about you, and admiring your dedication and diligence.

It was a realization that excited him and at the same time made him nervous. Satoru was used to being confident and self-assured, but when it came to matters of the heart, he found himself navigating uncharted territory. If he had had girlfriends, he had dated different people, but on the vast majority of occasions he had been without any deeper interest.

Sighing he looked back at your figure on the dance floor.

“If I didn’t know how you felt about her I would think you are a pervert or something like that.” Suguru sat next to him.

Satoru just rolled his eyes and took his cup once again. “I’m just watching her, nothing else.”

“Yeah like a creep.” His friend pointed out. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance with you?”

“You think she will accept?”

“What’s the worst that could happen? You get your ass kicked? I will have my phone ready just in case.”

“Geez you are annoying.” Satoru said punching Suguru’s arm.

“C’mon man! Where is all your ego and confidence?” He challenged.

Satoru stood up and looked at Suguru. “Watch me.”

“Your legs are trembling Satoru!” Suguru shouted from the distance to which Satoru responded by showing his middle finger.

But oh boy, he was for real trembling. That was the effect you have on him after all.

Your pov

Your body swayed to the infectious rhythm of the music as you continued sipping from your second glass of the night. You were cautious not to drink too much, but Shoko's insistence that it was a night to let loose and have fun had led you to indulge a bit more.

Amidst the pulsating beats, you also met Yuki, she was older than you and she happened to be dating Choso, your old crush from your first year. Now, the four of you were on the dance floor, fully immersed in the music, letting the heat and energy of the moment wash over you.

The dance floor became a blur of movement as you all threw yourselves into the music, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The atmosphere was electric, the air filled with excitement and camaraderie as you danced the night away, feeling the warmth rising through your bodies with every step and beat.

You noticed Shoko giving Kyoko a subtle nudge, followed by a knowing smile and a raised eyebrow exchange between them. “I'm exhausted.” Shoko announced abruptly. “Let's sit.”

You nodded, ready to follow Shoko, but Kyoko halted you with a smile and a nod towards her side. Confused, you followed her gaze, only to find Satoru standing a few meters away. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the heat of the club, and his gaze was fixed on you with unwavering intensity.

Your heart quickened as Satoru began to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. Glancing back at Kyoko, you found that she, along with Shoko, and Yuki had vanished from your sight, leaving you alone with Satoru.

“Hey.” Satoru said when he was finally near you.

“Hi.” You said with a louder tone so he could hear you.

“You having fun?” He questioned getting closer, so you could hear him.

You nodded. “So much. I was dancing with the girls until now.”

“Is that your second drink?” He pointed to the cup in your hands.

“Yeah! Shoko insisted but it’s fine by me, so don’t worry.” You moved your hand around. “Are you having fun too Satoru?” You asked him this time.

“I am.” He smiled and took a deep breath. “Wanna dance with me the next song?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by Satoru's invitation to dance, you hesitated for a moment, the pulse of the music pounding in your ears. But the prospect of dancing with him, of being close to him, was too tempting to resist.

“Yeah, sure.” You finally replied with a smile spreading across your face. “But let me finish my drink.”

“Drink slowly, I don’t want you throwing up on me once again.” He once again teased you, so you decided to tease him back.

“Oh. It went up.” You smirked looking at him. “Now it’s 39%.”

“Okay, okay, I will stop teasing but just be careful.”

“Yes dad!” You said, rolling your eyes. “Alright.” You placed the empty glass on a table. “Let’s go!”

Satoru's smile widened, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes as he took your hand and led you towards the dance floor. When the next song started playing, you fell into rhythm with him.

In the dim lights of the club, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the crowd, you lost yourself in the moment, swaying and spinning with Satoru, as your bodies moved in perfect synchrony, as if you had been doing this for years, as if you were one.

And as you danced, the world started to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the music and lost in the connection that existed between the two of you.

As the music hummed around you and the heat of the dance floor enveloped you. Satoru's hand rested on your waist causing a surge of electricity to course through you, igniting a fiery passion simmering just beneath the surface.

With every step, every movement of your bodies, the tension between you became palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Your movements became more fluid, more sensual, as they let themselves be carried away by the rhythm of the song that was playing.

As the song reached its climax, Satoru pulled you closer, his gaze looking at you with burning desire. And in that moment, with the music pulsing in your veins and the heat of his body against yours.

“Birdie, I swear you are driving me fucking crazy.” He said but only you were able to hear his words.

You wanted to play, you wanted to wrap him around your finger. “How Satoru?” You got yourself closer to him. “How am I driving you crazy?” You lifted your gaze, leaving both of your gazes connected.

One more step and your chest would be completely stuck together. One more step and what you would feel would be his heat mixing with yours. One more step and everything you have been trying to ignore would fall on you like a house of cards.

It was just one step.

Just one.

And you were about to give that step when you saw a silhouette in the distance, making your blood freeze.

“Fuck.” You muttered realizing who was in that club too, someone you had secretly hoped and prayed to avoid encountering him again ever since you quit working at that bar.

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Heyooo, how are you doing ? Car i ask for some hc of sisyphus, kardia, albafica, degel, rasgado and elcid, sick, s/o come to check on them and asleep they pull her into a hug ( they're not really conscious) ( they have a crush on s/o) s/o try to escape, and some other saint explain what happened afterward. I dont know if i explain well TwT, btw have a nice day and thank you so much if you do my request TwT .

You explained it just fine. I understood what you said. Enjoy!!

They get sick-Pull you into a hug-they have a crush on you

Sisyphus:

You go to check up on him because you heard he was sick

When you reach the room he is in, you can see that he is sleeping and decide to leave the things you brought next to his bed.

As you put everything on the table, you feel two arms snake around your waist only to find it was Sisyphus.

“Sisyphus what are y-”

He pulls you into a hug which happens to be him laying on his side with you laying next to him on your back. His arms are locking you in.

You try to escape but you are nowhere near as strong as he is and are trapped.

Tenma walked in to see what happened and giggled. “He has a crush on you Y/n. Just let him have this moment. He isn’t feeling too well.” He said. Once he got a nod from you, he covered you and Sisyphus with a blanket and left.

Kardia:

When you heard Kardia got sick, you were at the infirmary in a second flat.

You brought everything that you would need as you were not gonna leave his side while he was sick.

“What are you doing Y/n?” The nurse asked. You looked up and gave the woman a smile. “I don’t want to leave him alone.” You answered.

You were currently fixing his blankets when you felt his arms wrap around you.

“Kardia, are you feeling ok no-” You were suddenly pulled down and pressed up against his chest. Your eyes widened and your face bloomed into a red hue.

You struggled to get out of his hold but forgot this man was hella strong.

Degel walked in to grab something to help a saint that was training and noticed you. “What are you doing? He is sick. This isn’t a time for you to cuddle with him.” He said. You explained to him what happened. “He’ll be better soon. Just let him do this.” Degel said before leaving. You groaned in annoyance before cuddling up into Kardia’s arms and closing your eyes.

Albafica:

You were in the nurse's room in an instant.

You placed a bag on the table and sat down near the front of the bed. “Albafica, I told you not to push yourself.” You whispered.

You pressed a hand to his forehead and winced at how warm his head felt. You grabbed a washcloth and ran it under icy cold water.

You placed it on his head and watched as his scrunched up face melted.

You smiled softly before grabbing a book and began to read. You were engrossed in the book before realizing it was time to change the washcloth.

As you stood up, he turned his body and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You panicked but you fell back onto the bed and his arms wrapped around you. He kept you close to his chest and wouldn’t let go. You struggled but couldn’t get free. Before long, the door opened and Dohko peaked into the room. He saw the both of you sleeping and smiled. He grabbed a blanket and placed it on the both of you before leaving the room.

Degel:

You rushed into the room Degel was kept in and sighed in relief.

“How is he doing? Is there anything that I can do to help?” You were nervous that he wasn’t getting better as his face was bright red.

The doctor told you that he had given Degel all the medicine that he was about to give the saint and that they just had to wait now.

You stayed with Degel for the entire day. Just talking to him.

You told him everything that you had one that day. Told him what you managed to accomplish. You were really proud of yourself.

You soon found yourself standing by the bed to trade washcloths.

His arms wrapped around you and pulled you down onto the bed. “Wha-” You tried getting out of his hold but couldn’t. Sage walked in just as you were getting comfortable. “Keep him company, that idiot has a crush on you.” He said before grabbing what he needed and leaving the room.

Rasgado:

This big idiot. You told him not to keep training when he started to get sick.

“What did I tell you? You are so dumb sometimes Rasgado. I don’t want you to get hurt. You are still human, you know.” You mumbled.

You switched out the washcloth on his forehead before sighing. You sat down in the chair near the head of the bed and sighing in content when you closed your eyes.

A few minutes passed before you needed to get back up and change the washcloth.

You finished putting the new washcloth on his forehead when his arms wrapped around you tightly and pulled you on to the bed.

You tried to get out of his hold but he wouldn’t budge.

A dark blush appeared on the bridge of your nose as you lay there pressed close to his chest. The door opened and you noticed Yato looking at you with wide eyes before he darted out of the room. You rolled your eyes before closing your eyes and sleeping.

Elcid:

When he gets sick, he gets really sick.

You walked into the room Elcid was staying and you couldn’t help the tight feeling in your chest seeing him so vulnerable.

“Get better you idiot. You owe me an explanation on why you got so sick that you ended up in the infirmary.” You mumbled.

You moved around the room getting things organized

You grabbed a washcloth and got it wet with cold water before placing it on Elcid’s forehead and watching him visibly melt against the bed.

You went to grab something else before feeling your arms wrap around your waist.

You yelped when you were suddenly pulled into a warm chest. You tried to get out of his hold but he was too damn strong even when he was sick. As you lay there, you slowly grow tired. You closed your eyes and fell asleep just before the nurse walked into the room. You have never been more comfortable in your life.

#Saint Seiya Lost Canvas #Fluff #cute #sick saints #female reader #anon #requested #enjoy!

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