#i needed to write this out so that i could calm myself down ngl. just got real triggered and thought maybe others could use this too. enjoy-

[brutally-loving]

F/O that recognizes when you're triggered. They take the time to ground you. Redirect you from those thoughts that swim so horribly in your head. Maybe they'll remind you of something you like. Maybe they'll mention something that made them think of you earlier. Maybe they'll touch you and remind you that they're there. No matter what, they SEE you. They see your struggle. They see how hard it is, how panicked you look, how upset you can become over these things that don't always effect others. They tell you that it's okay, that they understand. They're there for you. It will be okay. This, like everything else, will pass. They're gonna be with you while you ride it out, and beyond that too.

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[izzyy-stuff]

AFTER CLOSING HOURS - CHOI YEONJUN

lifeguard!yeonjun x fem!reader

in which your friend and the boy she is seeing decide Choi Yeonjun needs to calm his hormones as soon as possible. And what better way is there to do it then show him a pretty girl who can satisfy all his needs?

wc 3.7k

warnings smut, public sex but no one is around, it happens in the pool, unprotected sex, Yeonjun is lowk a hoe ngl, but also a sweetheart, mention of lifeguard!Taehyun, Jay of enhypen mentioned as an ex, reader is implied to be shorter than yeonjun, oral (f. receiving), cum swallowing, brief nipple play, pet names lmk if I missed anything!

↪ izzy speaks... fun fact: lifeguard!Yeonjun was actually my first idea for a fic after I started writing on tumblr, so it has been sitting in my drafts since June. Somehow, there was just always a different fic I wanted to write at the moment, but thanks to y'all voting for it when I made the poll about what you want me to write next, it's finally seeing the day light 🙌

Yeonjun sat on his chair by the pool, just as he would any other day. With his sunglasses high on his nose and a phone in his hands, he did the same as any other lifeguard: absolutely nothing. 

Of course, some would say that he was neglecting his job, that it would be better to hire someone more responsible, someone serious. But the problem was, anyone else, no matter how accountable or not they were, would behave the same he did. Fortunately for him, the pool was sparsely occupied, leaving Yeonjun with little to do during his shifts. One could say that it was part of his job, sitting by the pool and doing nothing.

And, if, for whatever reason, there did turn out to be someone who wanted to drown in the five-foot-deep swimming pool after all, he was always ready to put his phone aside and jump into the water. 

Yeonjun liked the freedom of his job. Even though, honestly, sitting in a chair for six hours in the burning sun every day could also be tiring and boring. 

So boring he almost quit. 

Almost. 

Because as he ended his shift, switching with another lifeguard, and grabbed his resignation papers, so confident he would put them on his boss’ table, he found a reason to stop right in front of her office and turn around again. 

As his eyes landed on the girl lying on her stomach on her towel near the pool, he realized the pros of his job again. One of them being all the gorgeous girls he could sneak glances at. And sometimes, when he was bored enough, take them to his dressing room. 

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“It’s basically law that you go to a pool during summer!” You scoff at your friend, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “The law actually is that I get to relax in my cozy apartment now that I finally have time for myself,” you state, and without waiting for her answer, you look down at your book again, re-reading the first sentence on the page. 

“Oh, come on! Please! We have to go!” She pleads, making you groan as you place your bookmark between the two pages and slam it shut, before glancing over at her. “Fine, fine, I’ll go if it means you’ll stop bothering me,” you finally accept defeat with a sigh, creating a grin on her face. “I promise you won’t regret it!” 

New things never excite you as much as others. You liked sticking  to your routine and visiting places you’ve already been to. You aren’t sure why, but you’ve always preferred it that way.

But your friends always thought otherwise, bringing you to new restaurants that opened in town, going on trips to places still unfamiliar to all of you, and now, taking you to the swimming pool they opened last year when you weren’t in town. 

“I just don’t understand why we have to go to this pool. You have a pool at your house! Why couldn’t we have gone there?” You ask her for the millionth time, making her groan in annoyance. “Just wait. You’ll understand once we get there,” is all she says before locking her arm with yours, smirking as she leads you towards the swimming pool. 

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“There is your reason,” she says proudly, lowering her sunglasses as she watches the lifeguards switch shifts. You glance the same way she does, raising an eyebrow at the black-haired boy before looking at your friend again. “You wanted to go here because of a boy?” 

“Not just any boy! The hottest guy you’ve ever seen!” She exclaims, watching you roll your eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t find him attractive.” You turn your attention to the male again, examining his features. “Okay, yeah. He’s handsome,” you admit. “But still, that doesn’t mean we should–” 

“His name is Yeonjun,” she interrupts you. “Choi Yeonjun. And I swear you two would look great together.” 

“So this is what it’s about,” you scoff. “You’re unbelievable. Why are you trying to set me up with someone again?” You reach into your bag, bringing out your towel , and wrapping it around yourself  as if it could prove her anything. “I’m happy with how things are now,” you proclaim, well aware of your stubbornness. 

“Oh, come on! You’ve been sex deprived since you broke up with Jay! And trust me, he knows how to fuck,” she assures you, completely serious. “All you have to do is walk confusedly around the kiosks, and he’ll be all yours.” 

You shake your head at her, glancing toward the male again. “Well, your plan couldn’t work even if I wanted to do it, anyway” you state, nodding toward him so she would look the same way. 

He is handsome, you can’t argue with that. And you couldn’t say you would mind getting to know him either, but with his handsomeness came one con. Attractive guys were always too busy. Busy with talking to all the different girls. Busy thinking god knows what of themselves. Even now, you could see him talking to some girl in the pool, a few others surrounding him.

“Oh, hell no. We are going to swim. Right now,” she states, grabbing your hand and basically forcing you out of your chair. “You need to show off.” 

You sigh, throwing your towel back on your bag before following her to the pool, giving up on trying to talk her out of it. You knew you were stubborn, but so was she. And unlike you, she wouldn’t back down until the very end. 

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You felt embarrassed. It was pathetic trying to get into his pants like this, but the most embarrassing thing about the whole situation was his stares. You could feel his eyes all over your body. On your legs when you walked out of the pool, on your ass when you walked past him, and on your breast as you put sunscreen on. 

“You have him wrapped around your finger,” your friend laughs, watching the male opposite you on the other side of the swimming pool. You feel your cheeks heating up every time you make eye contact with him, averting your gaze from him immediately. “That’s to not wanting you to set me up with anyone,” you mumble. 

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, looking at the time on her phone. “Alright, my job here is done. The pool closes in twenty minutes. Stay until the end if you want our work to be worth it. Wait until everyone is gone and then go talk to him,” she gives you instructions, and it makes you wonder how many times she has done something like this. There’s especially one question that gets stuck in your head. Was he the one that taught her all of this? 

And trust me, he knows how to fuck. You remember your friend's words, swallowing the lump in your throat as you watch her pack her things. “Wait,” you stop her, hesitating as she turns to you again with a confused look. “Did you…sleep with him before?” You watch her burst into laughter, leaving you confused this time. 

She quickly pulls out her phone, looking for something. “If you are worried about breaking the girls’ code or something like that, relax. This is my lifeguard,” she smiles, proudly showing you a picture on her phone. “Yeonjun is kind of a hoe, though, not going to lie to you. I am not sure who he did sleep with,” she adds. “It was Taehyun’s idea that I could set you two up,” she admits, pointing at the picture on her phone again so you’d know who she is talking about. “He thinks you might be what Yeonjun needs to calm his hormones and finally stick with one girl. And even if you can’t exactly change him, I thought it would be good for you to have a fun night at least.” 

You nod to her, hesitating as you glance at the male again, his eyes still glued to your body. He probably thought he was inconspicuous, too. “This is one of your worst ideas,” you sigh. “But I’ll give it a go. I can’t let your effort go in vain.” 

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“Excuse me, the pool is closing in two minutes,” you look up upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, gulping down to swallow all the stress that brushed over you, before you look around the place, as if you don’t know it is empty by now. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologize awkwardly. 

You feel his eyes on your back as you get up to collect your things, biting your bottom lip. Thank god he couldn’t see your face at the moment. “You know, I think the front gate is locked already. So if you wait for me for a bit, you can leave with me through the back,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around the place, doing his best to hold back and not let his eyes fall on your lower body. 

“Sure,” you nod, the sound of the pool filtration the only thing you heard for a while. “Alright, yeah. You can come with me,” he shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit all over the place today,” he apologized, leading you toward the dressing rooms. 

“More like a bit all over me,” you mumble, a chuckle leaving your lips. You freeze as you watch him stop before you, realizing he can still hear you. “I mean–” 

“If you noticed me, you must have been looking at me too, or am I wrong?” 

“You’re not wrong,” you admit when you notice the hunger in his eyes, looking up at him and trying your best to keep eye contact with him. But honestly, it was hard when his eyes looked like that. At first glance, it felt like innocent boba eyes that you could get lost in, but then you saw the lust, excitement, and arousal behind them, hesitating again. 

A chuckle slips past his lips, making your eyes widen. “You’re cute,” he comments, watching your cheeks turn pink. “What’s your name?” You answer him, doing your best to remain calm as he steps forward. He repeats your name, almost as if trying to see how it sounds on his lips. “I’m Yeonjun.” 

“I know who you are,” you assure him. “A lot of girls seem to know.” 

“I don’t know a lot of girls’ names, though.” You roll your eyes at him, scoffing at how cheesy he sounds. “Don’t you have places to be? I thought you still need to change so we can leave,” you quickly change the topic, knowing you had him where you wanted now. 

“That can wait, don’t you think?” You bite your bottom lip as you gaze him in the eyes again, instinctively nodding. “God and I promised Taehyun I wouldn’t hook up with another girl at work,” he muttered quietly, stepping forward again to get closer to you. You could hear your heart beating faster as you looked at him, regretting your decision immediately. You shouldn’t have listened to your friend. You should have left with her and stayed sex deprived. You should have– 

He interrupts your thoughts by pressing his lips on yours, making your eyes widen. “Was that…okay with you?” He stops, for the first time in a while, finding himself hesitating as he watches you freeze. He never had to question if a girl liked him or what she thought of him. Yet, here he was, rethinking his next moves as if it was the first time he was this close to a girl. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, your hand reaching to the back of his neck and pulling him closer to yourself to kiss him again. “It’s so wrong that your lips taste this good.” He smirks into the kiss, his hand roaming your back while his tongue explores your mouth. It feels weird having his hands all over you, but at the same time, it seems so right. 

“It’s wrong that you’re this gorgeous,” he comments back, his hand sliding under your bottom piece as he grasps your ass, picking you up in one swift movement. You yelp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and your hands around his shoulders. Your eyes shake, mostly from excitement, as you watch him, questioning what is going on in his mind. 

He doesn’t say anything, though. His lips land on yours immediately instead as he walks forward, doing his best not to wobble and make you both fall to the ground as his eyes stay close to enjoy the kiss fully. 

When you pull away to take a moment and breathe, you’re back next to the pool, near his assigned place. “So you don’t plan on changing anymore,” you tease him, unable to hide your smile as you watch his face, scanning his features from up close. His lips are pretty, you notice. Pretty is a suitable word to describe him. “I will gladly take you to the changing room and change with you later, but for now, this will be more fun.” 

You’re not sure how it all happened, but the next thing you know, you’re sitting on the pool’s edge, your legs thrown over Yeonjun’s shoulders while his head is buried in between your thighs. You weren’t sure what to expect when he said it “would be more fun,” but after he had jumped into the water, not caring about getting his hair wet, you knew you were in for a ride. 

You pull on his hair, moaning out as his tongue plays with your clit. “Mhm?” He looks up for a second when you do so, his boba eyes making you melt. “N-nothing,” you shake, biting your bottom lip at the sight. He is no longer just pretty. With his wet hair in front of his eyes and your slick on his lips, he is beyond just that. 

He chuckles, diving between your legs again, this time sucking harder. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles as he licks your core, looking up at you to see your reaction before his tongue makes its way into your cunt, eating you out like a starved man. 

Yeonjun lets you pull on his hair however you want, unbothered by your actions as his hands squeeze your thighs, keeping you in place as he tongue-fucks you, enjoying himself as much as you do. 

“I’m–” your voice breaks in the middle as he goes back to sucking on your clit, sending you over the edge before you can warn him. “Going to cum,” you breathe out, but by the time, his mouth is already covered with your release. “Tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles, licking his lips. He lets go of your thighs, pulling himself up to reach your lips. “So good, princess,” he praises before kissing you. 

“Alright, come in,” Yeonjun whispers softly, letting his legs hit the bottom of the pool again. His hand reaches towards you, and you gladly accept it. He helps you into the water, his hand slowly tracing from your thigh to your back, coming up until he reaches the strings of your bikini top, pulling it off in one swift motion. 

You grant him one sheepish smile full of nervousness, keeping your eyes on him. You were too scared to look away, internally terrified that if you dared to look away, he would disappear. “Is it okay so far?” He wondered, carefully caressing your waist as if he could read your mind. You nod, biting your bottom lip as your hand reaches his chest, your fingertips just so slightly brushing over his nipples. He groans, trying to keep his moans from escaping. 

His hands repeat your motion, twisting your right nipple in his two fingers while he lowers his head to your left one, leaving wet kisses all over your breast. “Jjun,” you gasp as he sucks on your nipple, throwing your head back. You open your mouth to speak again, but all that you’re able to do at the moment is moan. He makes it impossible for you to think straight, especially after you feel his knee between your legs, pressing against your naked core. 

You wrap your leg around his hips, pulling him closer. Yeonjun looks up at you for a moment, smirking when he notices the need in your eyes, caressing your thigh before he makes you wrap your other leg around him, too, pushing you onto the wall. You can feel his bulge against your cunt, and wish he would have taken down his swim trunks a long time ago. 

“You’re so impatient, sweetheart,” he teases, pressing his lips on yours again. You don’t hesitate and kiss him back, opening your mouth to give him better access. Part of you hates how easily he can get you, but you can’t help it and want all of him as soon as possible. You need him to fill you up, fuck you dumb like you haven’t been in a while. 

“It’s your ‘ngh fault,” you breathe out, grinding on his bulge. Yeonjun bites onto his bottom lip, doing his best to keep quiet. It’s safe to say you drove him crazy. “‘M wait–” his breath shakes, and his eyes shut close. He squeezes your thighs, stopping you so he can take his shorts down. 

It’s a new experience, you must admit. You never fantasized about pool sex, but now that the lifeguard was thrusting his cock into you, somehow managing to hit your g-spot on the first try and driving you crazy, you had a completely different opinion on it. You’ll have to repeat it in the future. 

Yeonjun’s hand is firmly pressed against the cold tiles next to you, his lips all over your neck and collarbone while he fucks your orgasm back into you. You tried to keep it in, wait for him to reach his climax too, and then cum together, but it was impossible to control anything when he was this good. Even though the thought of it disgusted you, you could see he had the experience as his reputation promised. 

“So perfect,” he blabs another praise, sucking onto the skin on your neck. You aren’t sure how many praises left his lips by this point, but you know he hasn’t stopped giving you compliments since he thrust into you for the first time. “Could fuck you forever.” 

You don’t answer anything. Instead, you tug on his hair, stealing a kiss from the lifeguard immediately when he looks up, whining against his lips. You feel him slowing down as his breath gets heavier, making you realize he is about to cum, too. You don’t get the chance to tell him to pull out when he pulls you in for another kiss, but you don’t even mind much, honestly. 

You let him cum inside you, thrust his cum deep into you while listening to his groans and whines, a few more praises leaving his lips before he finally pulls out of you. You whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your legs giving up as you fall into his arms, making him chuckle. “You were so good, princess. So good,” he coos, rubbing circles on your back. “You’d tell anyone that,” you mumble, and before you can even realize you said it out loud, he sits you on the edge again, opening your legs and placing himself between them, looking up at you. “I don’t usually talk with the girls I fuck here,” he proclaims, his eyes as sincere as they can be. “Don’t know their names either,” he says, adding your name to prove his point. 

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your cheeks heating up. He had just fucked you, and yet, it was somehow embarrassing having him stand between your legs while you looked down at him. “I don’t tell anyone that,” he assures you. “Just like I don’t want any girl’s number.” 

Your eyes widen, and you have to avert your gaze from him. “But I am sure you make every guy feel like this,” he rests his chin on your thigh, keeping his eyes on you. “Like what?” You ask, trying not to pay much attention to the fact your cheeks are red. 

“Totally crazy,” Yeonjun proclaims, as if it was obvious. You scoff, thinking he is just making fun of you. But when you glance down at him, he seems as serious as one could be, making you gulp. “You’re the one driving me crazy,” you admit, biting your bottom lip. 

“We can drive each other crazy then,” he suggests softly, finding your hand and taking it into his. His fingers intertwine with yours, and you think you might fall for him right then and there. “I can’t possibly fuck anyone else now that I got a taste of you.” 

You don’t say anything to him, refusing to let him sway you so easily. But when you finally leave the pool and get into his dressing room, his lips are all over your body again, begging you to at least consider calling him again, preferably as soon as possible. “Fine, fine, I’ll think about it. But I probably won’t call you,” you sigh, watching him type his number into your phone. “I am not looking for sex with no attachments.” 

His ears perk up at your statement. This is his chance, he thinks. Chance to finally prove to Taehyun that he can have a serious relationship if he wants to. “Let me take you on a date then,” he offers. 

You sigh again, but the more you think about it, you don’t see a reason why you should reject him. So you nod, sharing your number with him, too, so he can text you later. Part of you knows it might be just a waste of your time. Yeonjun is kind of a hoe, you remember your friend’s words, but it doesn’t shake you. You want to give him a chance.

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𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ ᥲsᥣᥱᥱ⍴ ᥕһіᥣᥱ і 𝖿ᥲᥣᥣ 𝖿᥆r ᥡ᥆ᥙ

𝒎𝒆��𝒃𝒆𝒓: San

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x idol!san

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (fluff)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: none

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: after a long day, you're both very exhausted and he lets you fall asleep on his lap, comforting you so you get some rest.

𝒘/𝒄: 976

𝒂/𝒏: i enjoyed writing this one! I'm proud of myself for coming up with that title ngl please let me know if you have any requests ^^

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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the day had been long, filled with back-to-back schedules, rehearsals, and performances. as an idol, the fast-paced life was something you had grown accustomed to, but today had been especially exhausting. you were grateful, though, for the unwavering support of your group members and, most importantly, your boyfriend, San. although your relationship was a well-kept secret known only to the other members of Ateez, it was a source of immense comfort and joy.

the car ride back from the company to the dorms was quiet, with most of the members either dozing off or lost in their own thoughts. San sat beside you, his hand subtly intertwined with yours, hidden beneath a jacket. his touch was warm, and it grounded you after a hectic day.

"we're almost home," he whispered, his voice soft yet comforting. you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. just a few more minutes, and you could finally relax.

as the car pulled into the familiar parking lot of the dorm building, everyone slowly began to stir. you all shuffled out, making your way up to your respective floors.

"goodnight, everyone," you said to the other members as you parted ways in the after going into the dorm. they all went to their own room, most of them heading straight to sleep. you quickly made your way into the kitchen, where San was waiting for you.

"hey, y/n," he greeted you with a tired but genuine smile. "ready to relax?"

"more than ready," you replied, taking his hand as he led you inside.

the Ateez dorm was quiet, only the sounds of soft snoring or rumbling in the bathroom could be heard now, an unusual feeling, since there was always someone being overly hyped and making a lot of noises.

San guided you to the living room, where he had already set up a cozy corner with soft blankets and pillows. "come on, let's get comfortable," he said, pulling you down onto the couch beside him. you sank into the cushions, feeling the day's stress begin to melt away.

San reached for the remote and turned on the TV, tuning into a light-hearted drama that was perfect for unwinding. as the episode played, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids grow heavy. San's presence was soothing, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was like a lullaby.

"San," you murmured, trying to fight the sleepiness that was overtaking you. "thank you for being here."

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "always, y/n. now, just rest. you've had a long day."

you didn't need any more convincing. you shifted slightly, resting your head on his lap. San adjusted the blanket over you, his fingers gently stroking your hair. the sensation was so calming that within moments, you were drifting off to sleep.

San continued to watch the drama, his attention split between the screen and the peaceful sight of you sleeping. he smiled softly, looking at your features. god, how he admired you. if you would be awake right now to see the way he looked at you, there'd be no need to ever doubt what this man felt for you ever again. it's like he fell for you all over again.

time seemed to blur as you slept, the comforting presence of San grounding you in a way nothing else could. occasionally, you would stir slightly, and San would soothe you with gentle whispers and soft touches.

"shh, it's okay, y/n. just sleep," he would murmur, his voice like a balm to your tired soul.

eventually, the drama ended, and San turned off the TV, not wanting to disturb your slumber. he sat quietly, his thoughts filled with gratitude for the bond you shared. he knew how challenging it was to maintain a relationship in your world, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

as the night wore on, the other members tiptoed around, giving you and San the space you needed. they respected your relationship and often marveled at the strong connection you two shared despite the demands of your careers.

after what felt like hours, you began to stir, slowly waking up to the feeling of San's hand still gently caressing your hair. you blinked, disoriented for a moment before remembering where you were.

"hey," you whispered, looking up at him. "how long was I out?"

"not too long," he replied with a smile. "just enough to recharge a bit. how do you feel?"

"better," you admitted, sitting up and stretching. "I didn't realize how tired I was."

San chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection. "that's what I'm here for, to help you relax and take care of you."

you leaned in and kissed his cheek, your heart swelling with love. "thank you, San. I don't know what I'd do without you."

he pulled you into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on top of your head. "and I don't know what I'd do without you, y/n. I love you."

you stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

after a while, San suggested getting ready for bed. "we still have another busy day tomorrow. let's get some proper rest."

you nodded, standing up and stretching again. San led you to the bathroom where you took turns washing up and getting ready for bed. once you were both in your pajamas, you walked into San's bedroom where the bed was already calling your name.

San settled down beside you, pulling the blankets up over both of you. he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content.

"goodnight, y/n," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"goodnight, San," you replied, closing your eyes and letting the comfort of his embrace lull you back to sleep.

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[notiddygothgf]

TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you. 

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones. 

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms. 

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed. 

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics. 

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless. 

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.  

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation. 

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before. 

“I wonder who that is!” She replied. 

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away). 

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus. 

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas. 

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban. 

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try. 

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished. 

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule. 

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain. 

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole. 

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure. 

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous. 

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom. 

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him. 

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said. 

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked. 

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were 

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you. 

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there. 

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room. 

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming. 

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above. 

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well. 

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor, 

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss. 

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge. 

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought. 

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses. 

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

�� Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously. 

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks. 

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life. 

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned. 

-

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest. 

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight. 

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm. 

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered. 

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself. 

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

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so you do art AND writing?? So cool! I just reread that fanfic you made and like, I'm craving for more. If it isn't a hassle, can I request a Dumbass trio (Ace, Deuce and GN reader)? Like cause Ace has high IQ but is dumb in other stuff, Deuce has streets smarts, maybe reader could have high EQ(emotional intelligence) but is a dumbass at everything else (also believes store-bought eggs begets chickens). No reason, really. Totally not because that's what I thought happened to eggs until the heartslabyul chapter aired.

FIST OF ALL THANK U FOR CALLING IT COOL I APPRECIATE IT WAAA

SECOND OF ALL IM NGL I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE BUT THE EGGS GAVE ME AN IDEA AND OFC U CAN BUDDY MWEHEHEHE 😈😈🙏🙏

YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE 🔥🔥🔥

Tw/Cw: none !

Gender neutral reader as always ‼️‼️‼️

“I swear none of us are graduating..”

You let out a giggle as you stared at Ace and deuce fooling around in the store while you pushed the cart, they were so stupid sometimes. Ace kept on putting everything in the cart meanwhile Deuce kept on trying to find where to put back each item they didn’t need that Ace kept putting in, he was trying to be a good kid after all and not bother you with Ace’s unnecessary requests to buy dumb items like dog toys for Grim (even though he’s a cat…) or a bag of gummy worms that had spell challenges on them and so on, plus he didn’t want to hurt your wallet with everything Ace was trynna buy !

“Ace- where’d you find these ? Are these… why would you get oysters you don’t even like them !?” “…Well like, I dunno, what if like uhh Rook likes them or something, I don’t know why do I have to explain myself to you all the time just lemme put stuff in the ca- yo hey what’re you doing with all the stuff where are you putting it !?” Ace yelled out as Deuce was basically grabbing everything Ace put in the cart he deemed unnecessary or too expensive for you. “Back where it was ! We don’t need all this! And some of this stuff is too expensive we don’t wanna put ourselves in debt!” Deuce hurriedly explained while rushing around placing everything back where it belongs. “Hey don’t worry, I’m the one mostly paying anyways." You stated trying your best to just calm them down a little. "See! Now put all my stuff back idiot" "Hey who are you calling an idiot!?"

Great... another argument.. this will definetly not turn into a huge disaster and end with them making another huge mess they’ll have to clean ! Definitely…

You let out a sigh before pushing the cart into another aisle that Ace had dragged you off to. Deuce had been left behind but he quickly caught up. You guys were now in that food aisle that had milk, eggs, yogurt, all that stuff. “Oh- uh hey dude didn’t you say you needed some eggs?” Ace asked, “Oh yeah I almost forgot!” You replied before looking at the eggs. You grabbed one and looked at the prices. “Awe… poor little guys… they’re gonna get eaten before they have a chance to become chicks…. Cycle of life I guess…” Deuce sighed. “Deuce…, how many times do I have to tell you that there’s no chickens in store eggs….” Ace rolled his eyes as he helped you check the prices. “Oh yeah I forgot… but hey I can’t be the only one who forgets that or like didn't know that.” Deuce muttered. “Nah you definitely are! Only you’d be that stupid to think that” Ace teased causing Deuce’s eye to twitch. “Hey even if I am stupid you’re uh- you’re stupider!” Deuce replied nudging Ace to the side to look at what he was looking at. “Hey don’t push me dude the hell!? Also I got a higher grade on Trein’s test than you yesterday so you can’t call me stupid!” Ace nudged Deuce back “You got a 52% I got a 51.5% it’s the same thing if you round it!” Deuce groaned before pushing Ace back, accidentally slipping and making both of them fall on the ground.

“OW! You dumbass-!” Ace yelped, he hit his head when he fell and he just rubbed it, he sat up and saw how Deuce just up and rubbed his back “Owww-“ Deuce winced “Dont call me a dumbass!” Deuce groaned before giving Ace a hand and helped him get up. Ace gave Deuce a glare before then looking over at you, “Ugh whatever.... uh yo you’ve been really quiet dude... you okay?” Ace asked you while rubbing the back of his head.

You turn your head over to Ace as you held and just blink and stay silent before all of a sudden. “What do you mean there’re no chickens in eggs….” You asked. Ace just… stared… “You… you didn’t know....?” “NO??” You reply with a shocked tone, your voice cracked a bit while you raised your brows. “See Ace I told you I’m not the only one!” Deuce pointed at him before crossing his arms.

"How can you two be so dumb what?? Did your parents not teach you anything?" Ace started to tease both of you which caused you to laugh meanwhile Deuce was getting annoyed once again. Right before Deuce could say anything to him all of a sudden you all hear barking coming from behind yall. You all turn and all of a sudden see a HUGE dog running towards you guys "COME BACK HERE MUNCHKIN!!" the owner of the dog yelled out. It was more specifically running to you, you had no time to react neither did Ace or Deuce so you all just stood still. Deuce quickly took out his wand before Ace slapped it from his hand "Hey we cant just cast a random spell we could hurt the dog!" before Ace could even finish scolding Deuce a loud thud was heard. The dog just knocked you over while you had been trying to move away from it, knocking down the carton of eggs from you. "Ah- damnit!" You cursed under your breath, before the dog started licking you face, its tail wagging happily. You pet the dog before looking at your side and seeing the carton of eggs on the floor, opened, and all the eggs scattered, broken, in shambles even. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" the owner said before grabbing his dog's leash and motioning it towards him "C'mere munchkin!" he said, the dog quickly made its way back to their owner. Ace held out a hand to you "Mph- thanks Ace" You spoke softly, getting up. "Oh my what a mess, so sorry about that!" the owner said before trying to tiptoe his way outta this mess. Deuce immediately grabbed him by the collar "Hey! Ya don't get to leave after your dog makes a mess! You're gonna help us fix this!" Deuce yelled at the man, he just stared at Deuce with a nervous expression. "Wow- okay sorry-..." the man muttered. Deuce let go of his shirt before moving his attention towards you "Hey you okay?? That was quite the tumble." You nodded "Yeah I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be, it's just a little fall!"

"Damn.. well who's gonna pay for that and clean it?" Ace asked causing you all to shrug, all of a sudden an employee comes up to you guys. "Hey what's going on with you guys? Why's there a mess..?" the employee asked, looking at all of you with an annoyed glare.

After you all explained the situation the owner of the dog was made to clean up the mess but you still had to pay in the end. Once you were all done with that finally you guys finished shopping and were getting out of the store. "Oh sevens that was such a mess and for what.." Ace muttered, "Tell me about it... that dog dude was so annoying but the dog was cute." Deuce randomly commented meanwhile you were just glad that was all over with and you guys can finally head to the dorms. "Let's just be happy we didn't have to clean something up again, and let's be grateful it wasn't actually our fault this time hehe." You giggled slightly causing Ace and Deuce to look at you with a smile. "With how much of a mess we make at school and outside of it... I wouldn't be surprised if we get held back like Leona." Ace laughed, taking a small jab at Leona. "Hey don't say that, we work hard why would we get held back!?" Deuce questioned a bit surprised Ace would say that not realizing he was just joking. You stare at the two of them as they just start going back and forth once more but they quickly stop, calm down and just start giggling about nonsense and brain rot terms. You just smiled, happy that they're your friends... even if they're idiots sometimes but hey you're an idiot too with them... that's what got you guys your infamous 'dumbass trio' nickname. "Pfff I swear none of us are graduating..." You chuckle

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a/n please save me idk what I just wrote im sleep deprived and I didnt even check it after finishing but ITS OKAY IG HOPEFULLY U LIKED IT 😻😻😻

[oddballwriter]

Hiii! Me and my friends just got sucked into the hyperfixation that is moon knight and it’s lovely boys. I was hoping you could write some head canons for an anxious reader X all of them or an autistic reader and all of them. I would really appreciate it! Ngl i need Steven to comfort me when I’m overwhelmed in a crowd bc of my autism. Thank you in advance! ❤️

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Warnings: talks of reader being overstimulated and overwhelmed due to a situation. References to Marc's past. 

Author’s Snip: I sort of mixed both together. I don't know if this is good. I hope it is. I just felt like it would be nice to write about them helping reader through being overstimulated since I'm also autistic and have issues with getting overwhelmed in certain scenarios and situations.

Notes: To me, in my brain, I headcanon the boys are also autistic and are just the different archetypes and personalities amongst the community. No one come for me though, I just see a lot of myself in the boys individually as an autistic person. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He perfectly understands, he has issues with larger crowds too if he's not ready to be thrown in that type of environment

Steven sometimes takes a moment to recognize signs that you're overstimulated by a situation or overwhelmed, but he doesn't take that long

He'll notice that something is up pretty quickly and ask "What's the matter?" to which it hits him the moment he's finished his sentence and says a little "Oh." and gets straight to calming you down or leading you away from where you are

I also have autism and when I experience anxiousness and overstimulation or overwhelmed I go nonverbal or have an issue speaking

If that happens with you Steven also understands and just gently moves you around to see which places get rid of what's causing you trouble

He'd never get annoyed by you for being either of those three things. He knows that being upset with you won't help you calm down at all. If anything it's just going to do the opposite

"Take as long as you need, love"

Steven's had his fair share of panic attacks and situations that rattled him, so he guides you through controlled breathing and rubbing your back if you're okay with being touched at that moment

Marc Spector

Marc isn't the best at handling or calming down an anxious or upset person

He's never been properly comforted before whenever he was upset the most he does is just drop whatever is happening and just ignoring it/sitting it out but not fully trying to relax, or he was upset so much that it made Steven or Jake front

Marc does do his best though

He knows what commonly helps but he's never actually had to stop and think of a way to stop it in greater detail

Marc understands that one thing that you should never do is get angry or annoyed with a person who's overwhelmed and upset because he knows what that's like and doesn't want to inflict that onto you

He finds a silent corner or space to sit at

"Let's just stay here for a minute or two. However, long you need."

Marc has you look at him and assures you "You're okay. You're fine. Just keep your eyes on me and breath."

Once you've calmed down he asks if you want to continue with what you were previously doing or head off and do something else

Jake Lockley

Jake can sense the slightest micro expression

So he knows right off the bat that a situation is making you overwhelmed or stressing you out

Which is great, but Jake is used to handling things with his fists or a weapon. So needless to say he needs to shift gears and get out of that instinct and bring you back down

I'm not saying he can't do that, I'm just saying that he needs to actually think for a moment

Similar to Steven, he leads you around to hopefully find a space that removes what's bothering you

He guides you through controlling your breathing and having you focus on something else

To which he watches you carefully till you've returned back to being calm and regulated

If you want, or need, to go back into that situation, and he's able to, Jake will hold your hand or have his hand somewhere on you to keep you grounded

[lemmilemura]

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS REQUEST PLZ, ok so the reader a huge crush on simon right? but theyre not friends at all, like they’ve never met eachother other than having a few classes together and stuff (he hasn’t even posted about them on AT). BUT (since the reader is like so obsessed or whatever) the reader like, hacks into about that somehow, and they and simon meet and talk to eachother IN THE CODE OF THE APP. I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

im ngl ive had this idea for so long, theres a lot of plot holes in the req so you can do whatever to it, but plz keep the talking in the code of the app thing in it because i think it’s adorable 😭

Oh my fucking god that is genious!!! I absolutely love that idea! Thank you, omg, I'm full of energy again to write this, I never even thought of this!!! I missed you, pine-ferret, I really have.

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

3am. Pitch black. The only light was coming from my computer screen. It was giving off a green glow into the room. It came from the fake hacking website I had open on my second monitor. Actual hacking doesn't do all that fancy stuff. Atleast not the hacking I was currently doing. My only companion, my only energy came in the form of Lipton Ice Tea. My motivation was what was behind that wall of code. It was grueling. It was terrible. It took hours. But I persevered. I powered through. I used all of my skills trying to get in. Trying to achieve my goal.

What was that goal you ask? A simple one. One that, if you think about it, could have been solved much faster and easier, if I had more confidence and didn't have a panic attack every time I thjought of it.

My goal was to talk to Simon Kelleher.

I know, you don't have to point it out. Look, my severe social anxiety and also him not having a single idea who I was kinda kept me from talking to him. How do I know he doesn't know I exist? I have never been mention in AT. Not even once. And he's mentioned EVERYONE. Except for his friends, of course.

Hacking into AT was much harder than anywhere I'd hacked into before. "He set this up good... But nothing I didn't expect from him..." I mean of course he'd protect it well, if anyone got in there, it could spell disaster. Luckily, I wasn't planning on using it for anything nefarious. Only on the conquest of admiration.

I got really close to cracking it, I could feel it. Only a few more lines and I'd be in. "Seems like it's 1-0 for me, Kelleher. In, ya know, hacking and keeping your website un-hackable. In most other areas you definitely have way more points than me." I said to myself as I felt success get closer and closer.

But as always when I thought something would go my way, it did a U-turn.

Anarchi$k: Nice try.

"What the fuck. Wait, okay, okay, this is my big chance. This must be Simon. Stay calm, you got this."

(Username): Oh you haven't won yet.

Anarchi$k: Suuuuure. Now gtfo

(Username): Rude much.

I was then 'kicked out' of the code. But all he did was just send me a few steps back. Luckily, I had a habit of writing down every step that worked. So it only took a few seconds for me to geth where I was.

(Username): Hello again.

Anarchi$k: How tf

Anarchi$k: How did you do that?

(Username): A magician never reveals their tricks.

(Username): Now lemme get past, I'm almost in.

Anarchi$k: Not if I can stop you.

(Username): You just failed.

"Aaaaand kicked again. Alright, gotta work a lil faster then." This time, I managed to get further, only one password stood between me and having access to all of AT. That and Anarchi$k, aka Simon, of course.

Anarchi$k: Could you not?

Anarchi$k: Kicking you out is getting tedious.

(Username): Then stop kicking me?

(Username): Think on the bright side, now you know what you need to reinforce!

Anarchi$k: Good luck getting further.

Anarchi$k: You'll need it

(Username): Awwwww, thanks.

I wasn't kicked, but I could imagine why. There was no hint whatsoever to what the password could be. I'd probably not have multiple tries, either. "You can do this. and if not, hey, he knows you exist! Kinda. Not really..." I shook my head and then got to thinking. I knew almost nothing about him, so there was no way I'd ever get it.

(Username): Can I get a hint?

Anarki$k: Wtf no

(Username): Cmoooooon

(Username): I doubt anyone before has gotten this far

(Username): I deserve this

Anarchi$k: I don't even know who you are.

(Username): I know you

Anarchi$k: Everyone knows me

Anarchi$k: Because of what you're trying to get into.

(Username): Even if I told you my name

(Username): You wouldn't know who I am

Anarchi$k: Try me

(Username): Password first, Kelleher

(Username): :)

For a while nothing came. "Of course he wouldn't just give me it."

Anarchi$k: If you're still at it in like

Anarchi$k: A day

Anarchi$k: And haven't given up

Anarchi$k: I'll think about it

(Username): Yeeeah I don't believe you

(Username): I'll get this password

(Username): One way or another

(Username): But thanks for the offer

I ended up falling asleep after about half an hour of thinking. It was 4am, okay? School kicked my ass the next morning. I couldn't focus because I kept thinking about that stupid password. I only had 2 classes with Simon but he never said much in any of them, plus he sat behind me in both, so I couldn't even look at his desk or anything.

At lunch, I only nibbled at my food, while scribbling various ideas and getting frustrated. "If only I knew him better. Maybe this would be easier." My apple was only half gone, and there were only 30 minutes of lunch left. "You look like you could use some help." I looked at the voice suddenly next to me. "You're, Maeve, right? Maeve Rojas?" She sits next to me, with her tray of food. "Yep. It's okay if I sit here, right?" "You're not sitting with your sister?" "We have different lunches."

That was a first for many reasons. I never had anyone wanting to sit next to me. I'd never talked to Maeve before. I'd seen her a handful of times with Simon and Janae. "What are you struggling with?" She asked as she leaned over. "Just some code. A... friend of mine forgot their passcode and has no idea what it was." "Well, any ideas?" The two of us spent the rest of lunch trying to figure out what the passcode was, and she never found out it was to AT.

I got back to it as soon as I got home. I was determined to figure it out without Simon's hint. I workshopped a little more on what me and Maeve worked on.

Anarchi$k: Wait you're actually here again?

(Username): Did ya miss me?

Anarchi$k: Ya wish

(Username): I wish to get into AT

Anarchi$k: Do I look like a Genie to you?

(Username): A Genie-ous

Anarchi$k: Oh my fucking god

(Username): Does flattery get me a free entry pass?

Anarchi$k: It gets you nowhere

(Username): Oh cmoooooonnnn

(Username): Just let me in!

Anarchi$k: I told you

Anarchi$k: 24 hours

Anarchi$k: You've got 12 left

(Username): Ugh

(Username): Party pooper

"C'mon brain, think of things. C'mon brain, be so smart." I repeated to myself an amount of times I do not know. I brainstormed all the way through dinner, and way into the night.

"I only have one hour left. Either I could just give up and wait for the hint. Or I could crack this and be amazing and impress him..." the latter was the one I really wanted, but I knew it was very very unrealistic.

Anarchi$k: 30 minutes buddy

Anarchi$k: Or do you already give up?

(Username): I never give up

(Username): i never let down

(Username): I never run around or desert

Anarchi$k: okay for that you only get 15 minutes left

(Username): WTF why?

Anarchi$k: you fucking rickrolled me wtf did you think was gonna happen?

(Username): you'd find the joke so hilarious and give me the code and then we fall helplessly in love and live out our days only communicating in code?

Anarchi$k: wow

Anarchi$k: yeah that's not gonna happen

(Username): worth a try

Anarchi$k: why do you want to get in so badly anyway?

Anarchi$k: I mean I know why but goddamn just give up already

(Username): wow you must be braindead

(Username): I just told you, dumbass

Omg I actually just said that. Maybe it was the fact that he had no idea it was me that was giving me that confidence. God knows I would never be able to get a single word out if we were actually face to face.

Anarchi$k: you must be so desperate and deprived of attention if you come to me of all people

(Username): you do realize that backfired, right?

Anarchi$k: I am very well aware

(Username): you should like

(Username: idk

(Username): be happy that there's someone who like you

(Username): and stuff

Anarchi$k: oh I'm very flattered

Anarchi$k: but still

Anarchi$k: like wtf

Anarchi$k: also back to the I don't fucking know you part

(Username): If I told you who I am

(Username): 1 it would ruin this great little 'game'

(Username): and 2 you'd still not know who I am cuz you don't know me

Anarchi$k: oh how fun

Anarchi$k: I get to experience having a stalker

(Username): it's not like that dumbass

(Username): ok what I can say is I also go to Bayview

Anarchi$k: narrows it only a small bit

Anarchi$k: and if you think that stops the stalker thing it doesn't

(Username): welp, I tried

Anarchi$k: and I succeeded

Anarchi$k: time's up, buddy

Anarchi$k: any final words before I send you back out?

Anarchi$k: I've changed pretty much eveything btw

I felt like at this point I only had two options.

1. Take the loss and lose all my progress, and this is where it all ends

2. Tell him who I am and it ends too

And I kid you not I blacked out while typing what I typed because I do not remember a single thing.

(Username): my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We have a couple classes together. You sit behind me in them.

I only came back to consciousness after it was sent. I then cursed myself and curled up in a ball on my chair. Goodybe and chance to ever succeed. Goodbye future I'd dreamed of. Goodbye happiness.

I'd started crying a little too. Then I heard a sound. I looked up.

"What the fuck" I was greeted by the Admin panel of AT. Full access to everything.

Anarchi$k: not a lot of people would be willing to admit that

Anarchi$k: you got balls, (Username)

Anarchi$k: also I knew it was you the entire time lol

WHAT.

(Username): what

Anarchi$k: yeah I see you sometimes

Anarchi$k: you gotta work on the staring

Anarchi$k: also Maeve told me she helped you with a passcode during lunch

Anarchi$k: so yeah

(Username):...

(Username): I

I was speechless. Somehow, this was worse. Much worse.

Anarchi$k: I gave you access because I could use the help

Anarchi$k: of someone who knows their way around code

Anarchi$k: no offense to Janae and Maeve but they're not smart enough for this stuff

(Username): I

(Username): okay

(Username): I guess

(Username): this is going to be so awkward

(Username): just warning ya

Anarchi$k: oh I'm sure we'll be just peachy

Anarchi$k: also feel free to stuck around us at school

Anarchi$k: if your poor little heart can handle that

Anarchi$k: ;)

(Username): or my reputation rather

Anarchi$k: you're invisble

Anarchi$k: there's no reputation to break

Okay I know that ending was kinda meh but I do not know how to go on I hope you still like it qwq

[nerdylizj]

Hi! I've been wanting to say this... I absolutely love your fic "forgetting is a kind of mercy"... It was literally all me and oomf were able to talk about for DAYS, like two starved beasts. I actually need to calm myself down because the way everything has been done so perfectly is actually SCARY.

I started reading and was like "oh my this premise slays let me go on..." and then it kept getting better and better and better and hurting me in the ways I LOVE to hurt??? hdvbdfkvbdfk.

I very rarely cry but this time I saw myself tearing up as I saw their reality being shattered... Like omg... Please don't hurt anymore but also do???? njfdvndfkvndkvndf UGHHH you have me at your mercy. I love myself a little angst ngl.

Also their flirting "pre-memory-loss" was soooo on point like that's my zutara out there... zutaring.... yeah girl keep annoying him that's the way he likes it!!!! grrrrrrrrrr

And the way you write the other characters??? the way it matches their vibes so well???????? grrrrrrrr

and Akio (I love himmmm, and I think it's so peak that he's going through his dada phase right when daddy and mommy are going through a rough patch huhhhhh AHHHHHH THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT)... and the pregnancy that inevitably keeps them close to each other whether they want it or not MUAHAHAHAHA *evil laughs* that was so peak... Your mind... *incoherent noises* ncjsdknvsknvskjvnskjf

I wish I could express myself better....

I also want to say I'm so glad we're moots now... I love your commentaries on my posts (I always read all of them) cnkdnkv thank you so much <3 last one about balduko? hell yeah in this house we keep that ponytail!!!

AAHHH thank youuuu <3 i'm glad that the angst is angst-ing and that you're enjoying it so far!!! ♥️ and to make u tear up... omg. a high honor

katara annoys him and he DOES like it! you just know he's twiddling his thumbs waiting for her to come back so they can bicker again 😭 and katara wanting to make his life miserable one cup of tea at a time... girl who are you fooling?? 😭

meanwhile he's just.... trying to be witty or smooth or not-stupid. he has no clue what he's doing chatting with this delusional fucking girl that has kicked his ass a few times (who he hates to admit is pretty, UGH) king of having no idea what he's doing EVER

akiooooo!!!! i think at this point you can temporarily adopt him if u want. while his parents figure their marriage out. i'm sure zk won't mind. congratulations!!! be careful, though, he's a MENACE for mangos and he says like 2 words.

the pregnancy is looming over their heads like a fucking anvil 😭😭😭 sorry to zk...... in my mind they deserve to suffer a little. as a treat

i love your artwork soooooo much. i always giggle and twirl my hair and kick my feet when u post. i look with eyes wide open. im so so normal about it actually..... you are leading the charge for 🗣️ balduko rights 🗣️ and i respect u for it <3 and your katara?? that's my wife.

[desiredcaramellatte]

hi hi! i was wondering if i could have a romantic matchup?

my name is Dove and i’m not entirely sure what my gender or sexuality is :,> (all i know is that i have a preference for men)

i really like sleeping when i can, drawing and writing are thing i also like to do! i also like ranting about random things-

i tend to stay by myself though i do like hanging out with my friends whenever i can! i’m very sensitive emotionally and i tend to be able to empathize with people easily, though it tends to take a toll on me.

i’m very physically affectionate and i tend to show my love through actions rather than words. i tend to get overstimulated/overwhelmed whenever there’s too much noise or people around me. i’m also super loyal to my friends and tend to be a bit protective over them (and just the people i love in general)

i tend to stay up VERY late at night because it’s pretty calming and it’s when i have the most energy. i tend to stay at home a lot but i do like going on walks or randomly exploring my area.

i love moths to death and could talk for hours about them tbh- though i love listening to people i like talk about the things they like too!

I LOVE MOTHS DUDE THEYRE SO CUTE

The fluffy little poodle moths mmmm I’m in love

Anyways, I shalt match you with-

Madeleine!

He may not always understand you but he tries his best. And he does a pretty good job ngl.

Madeleine is a very public and extroverted person, so he’s used to large crowds and gatherings. If you’re ever overwhelmed or overstimulated he’s likely to notice. He’s pretty good at detecting changes in demeanors, especially if it’s you.

He’ll escort you away and give you some time if you need. Otherwise he’ll be extremely clingy to you after you manage to calm down. Expect a big hug from him.

He gives you drawings he’s done of random things. He’s drawn a bunch of moth pictures for you. If he sees a pretty or unique looking moth he’ll try to remember it to draw it for you later.

^ He doesn’t know how to color inside the lines.

He pins and/or hangs any drawing or art you give him on his wall. If he ever runs out of space he just starts using folders and binders and then hangs those up.

Madeleine is mainly expressive through physical affection as well, and he is very happy to accept yours.

He loves to just talk to you. Like just talking is this best thing in the world to him, and he loves all the silly little conversations you have.

He can’t really stay up late at night due to his job, but he will be very happy to sleep near you while you are doing stuff. Occasionally he will wake up in the middle of the night and just be very exhausted-ly clingy and cuddly.

Likely to drown you in affection if you’re still awake by the time he does fully get up.

[johaerys-writes]

Jo, please take your time. I always, ALWAYS deeply appreciate and love your writings and adore your passion and creativity, but I want you to be healthy and happy no matter what and that is my no.1 priority. So whenever you're having a busy/rough time, please, always put yourself first and take all the time you need. I love you🥰🥰🥰!! Have a nice day!!

My dear anon I wish I could hug you 🥹💙💙 Thank you so much for being so kind, it really means a lot!! This year has been pretty busy/overwhelming, and lately I've really been struggling with burn out and sort of staying on top of things, ngl 🥲 I'm still writing quite a bit when I'm on the go but haven't had time to sit down and edit or organise my thoughts and it's starting to drive me up the wall lol. Hopefully things will calm down soon and I'll have a bit more time. There are so many projects I want to work on and share but perhaps I should just take things one at a time so I don't stress myself out for the time being 🥲

I hope you have a nice day too!! 💙💙

[mikareo]

OMG MATCHUPS ARE OPEN (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (i'm frantically typing HELP)

Desired fandom, gender and age would be bllk, male and teen (sfw)

I'd say I'm quiet / shy (around friends I can get talkative tho), honest (to the point I sound mean at times), observant and apparently I'm sassy at times too. My star sign's scorpio (idk the other ones), my mbti is intp. My favourite hobbies are reading, writing, listening to music, playing badminton and (sometimes) studying. I love eating and going on walks (especially by the ocean or when it starts getting dark). Ideal date would probably be a bookstore one (I've never dated before so I have no clue on what I exactly like or don't like)

I hope this wasn't too much jsjshs (If I can find something nice I'll send them in for the appearance match up)

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...kitorin!

i think this is actually the fastest i've ever done a matchup just bc i was like giggling at how cute u guys would be together :3 i hope you like this character souta!!!! i think he's a sweetheart n you two would work rlly well as a pair,, also!! i just saw me on ur carrd ily!!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍂✩CHIGIRI HYOMA₊˚🍁⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

i'm ngl it took me a good like five minutes of thinking to figure out who i wanted to match you with n i argued w myself on three options until i landed on chigiri. the other matches were very similar to you and i realized i wanted someone more extroverted rather than an introvert...so here's why i picked chigiri!

off the bat, i think you two would connect on that level of honesty you have. chigiri is a very blunt person and always says what he's saying when he's thinking it. knowing that you also tend to be on the honest and blunt side of things, i think that you two could communicate together without that judgement there may be w/ other people, n have a really great foundation of trust that is essentially unbreakable. he'd definitely really value you since you keep him on his toes, n make sure that he's sticking to his goals n constantly improving (after all, you're there to tell him if he's not)!

i consider chigiri more of an extroverted introvert. i didn't want to match you with a total extrovert since i didn't want you to drown in their outgoingness or obnoxiousness; so i think chigiri is a good fit in this case. he enjoys his quiet time, which the two of you could fondly share, but also gets out of his comfort zone when he feels himself settling down. he'd constantly check in w/ you to make sure that you're okay with wherever you are/whoever you're with, n puts you're comfort first. if there's ever a situation that you feel like you want to get out of to escape for a little bit of peace and quiet, he's right by your side and holding your hand until you're away from the crowd.

his character analysis also matches extremely well with your hobbies and interests! as stated, chigiri really enjoys "drinking tea and eating sweets". he'd surely love to take you out to the new restaurants in town or even the local コンビニ to pick out your favorite snacks for a chill movie night in! on his off days, he prefers to read— so he'd happily visit the bookstore w/ you and sit in there for hours so long as he has his favorite drink by his side, laughing at whatever sassy remark you throw at him. he'd think of these quiet moments on the field when he needs to focus or concentrate on a shot; you being the thing that relaxes him and calms his heartbeat.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

how loud does he have to slurp that damn straw?

you've only been at the bookstore for maybe ten minutes (?), and chigiri finished his drink in the first two. it was some sort of tea— maybe an iced jasmine with honey— and it was good when he let you have a sip! but it was only a sip; and then suddenly it's just ice and a plastic straw. your boyfriend enjoys his sweets, his treats, and especially his teas. you, however, enjoy some peace and quiet when you're trying to find the perfect book.

"you sound like a vacuum." the eye roll you send in his direction is deadly. he's practically shot on sight "i mean that in a bad way."

"i should've gotten the extra large, right?" he shakes the cup, frowning as he realizes there is absolutely zero drink left. he's so cute, it's annoying.

without glancing in his direction, you toss him a book or two that you're debating on adding to your shelf— which he, of course, catches with ease and balances on top of one another. his agility is outstanding on and off of the field, but sometimes you wish he'd miss...just for the laughs. "you would've finished the XL...what...ten seconds later?" he really is like a human vacuum.

though your tone is laced with irritation, you hand him your glass. "don't make me regret it." to which he happily sips on with a smile on his face.

so cute.

if there was an award for the prettiest, red haired, japanese, youth, male, potential striker, football player in the world; chigiri would definitely win. yes, that's a very specific title— but also it's the only way you know he'd win.

“i love you,” you murmur under your breath. you do love him, you really do…

…but you take back your words when that damn slurping sound returns.

[basedtater]

in news today about my obsessive passionate personality and parasocial relationships

im learning the narcissist cookbook songs on guitar for anxiety purposes because playing used to calm my nerves when im feeling too much and im learning it still does!!! also TNC's music is very soothing/relaxing to me because acoustic guitars always feel like home anyways

I used to have a p developed ear when I played as a teenager!!! Like I could listen to a song and figure it out in like. Ten minutes for chords on simple songs, and depending on complexity of the song like a couple hours for solos if i didnt get distracted.

Anyways, knowing that context, I kept trying to play TNC songs and like. Something was off. It was so weird. So I went to the tab site to figure it out where LO AND BEHOLD MATT MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW THEIR GUITAR IS A WHOLE STEP DOWN FOR COURTNEY and I spent 20 minutes freaking out

now I'm just. Im ngl new TNC lore gives me serotonin content like MCR did back when I was 13 learning helena. I get so excited lmfao so anyways now that my tuning idk fixed i can now play 90% of the song and I'm??? So happy wow music is my happy place

But like also I need to casual reminder to myself that Matt is a real person with actual boundaries probably and no hr team not be an obsessive nerd if there's a meet n greet after the show. Im so worried I'm going to explode lmfao he's very cool!!! Im not so much as "be my friend" energy so much as i want them to know I think they are super awesome. I am gonna have extreme weirdo energy no matter what I try tho I think skhdkhdkh

I might write out a different tab for Courtney that's easier for people to do with fixed tuning because that's like. Normal fan behavior right? What even is normal??? Help. Im so bad at this. I wish being a weirdo fan wasn't so looked down upon but I really don't want to make anyone uncomfortable so I will CONTROL IT I am determined

[duck-ism]

Blog Post #00001

01/07/25

Deep Inhale, Deep Exhale “Okay Duck you got this”

*turns to non- existent audience tapping a microphone that squeals irretiably*

B/N: this part was so much funnier to me when I wrote it

Hi, I’m Ducky, or Llewyn, only myself or my friends & family really call me Llew so dont hit me with a “Hey, Llew!”, right out the doors, *processing thought: god, this awful* but you can use whatever, I guess that's a necessary intro to… this.

Where to start, okay… well uhh I’m 20 as of last April & will be 21 this year (2025) I’m not one for complaining so much, but this is a blog where I’m going to I guess just write what I know and what I feel so I’m sorry if anything comes across that way. Just kinda need a place to prove to myself that I’m growing as a person and I’m not horrible or whatever any of my other mental difficulties want me to believe.

 I don't think that I’m the greatest thing in my parents lives, I’m certainly not the favorite, bit of a disappointment if you ask me, I failed & dropped out of the first college I went to for a Law Clerk program. (pretty much people who help lawyers & stuff, they’re over glorified secretaries ngl) The only reason I did was a whole lot of things happened. See a bit of background on me is that when I was three (3) years old my mother and father got divorced & I’ve been in my mom’s custody since (well, until I was 18), anyways my dad died a year prior (2022) to when I had dropped out (2023) & I was still grieving, I still do, but I had also that year prior, lost one of my high-school friends & my grandfather around the same time I lost my dad. You can maybe imagine the emotional stress of it all mixed with an abusive boyfriend of almost 3 years & having to break up with him, he was at the same school as me & being around him scared me too *exhales* okay calm down now…. 

Yea, at the time it was… a lot but, I also took time to heal, I guess what I guess you would consider a gap year to figure my shit out I think for the first time in a while I was able to breathe properly, that’s also the time when I met the men who I now refer to as my older brothers, who I will in future context refer to as (from oldest to youngest), Bat, Pigeon, and Racoon, they’re my safe space the people I trust most in the world along with Bat’s wife, Cat (no, I didn’t intend that they have rhyming names I’m just assigning them animal nicknames for anonymity), I trust them most in the world. In my gap year, I also just didn’t date anyone, I had been with my abusive ex for nearly three years, I needed a break from all of that, & I needed to focus on myself.

As October of my gap year came around I was told by my step-dad (who I don’t much like for reasons of a traumatic childhood) that I “Need to go back to school in January or expect to work full-time and start paying $600 rent a month” which with the chronic pain I have due to a condition that will remain undisclosed for the time, didn’t sound great if I wanted to avoid flare ups so I started looking for anything that I could start in january, thats when I found it in all it's glory, a beginners American Sign Language (ASL) program. Perfect, I’m Hard of Hearing & use hearing aids, this is a perfect chance to learn about the Deaf Community & improve on the little bit of ASL I already knew so I took that as a part-time course, & finished in March, I did well too. Now I’m at a different school, but for the same thing, ASL. I was unable to get one of the courses I needed last semester & I failed part one of a course I needed too, I passed 2 of my courses though at bare minimum, it's not that I don't understand the work, I do, my Attention Deficiet Hyper-activity Disorder (ADHD) brain was never taught good study habits & that’s something I’m teaching myself to do now because of late diagnoses. However, the program I’m in didn't kick me out. I just need to retake the necessary courses in September, which I’m okay with.

Anyways, enough background information. I’m more than just my unsteady academic career, I do have what you call hobbies & interests. I for starters play bass guitar, I got it when I turned 16 from my dad, I also come from a baseball family (Go Blue Jays) which I mostly follow but I do kinda follow Hockey & American Football because of Racoon (hockey) & Cat (football) who like those sports. I also do cosplay, & you can find me @/duckystitch.cos on Instagram & Tik Tok. I also like reading, doing digital art, and video games, as well as a whole lot of other stuff. Some very elementary details about me is my favorite color is green, my favorite show is either ‘The X-Files’ or ‘X-Men ‘97’ & my favorite movies are, ‘Army of Darkness’, ‘Pacific Rim’, & ’House of  Wax (2005)’ which Racoon introduced me to when I first met him.

Anyways, this is my introduction and official first blog . Thanks if you stick around, I suppose. I'll see you all later.

-Ducky He/Him

[endlesskats]

what is life...

I don't want to live anymore, there is nothing left for me anymore. everything I do is wrong everything I say is embarrassing, I hate the way that I look and the way that I speak, I hate that I suck at speaking I hate that I have to set an example to my sister, that no matter what she does I have to be the better person, if she scratches I got to stay calm and just tell her to stop, and to keep saying stop even if she doesn't stop, and if i tell my mom she doesn't even do much.

I can't help but feel depressed knowing I'll never have a father in my life anymore, that I won't get to have a daddy daughter dance, that he won't walk me down the island, that maybe just maybe if I picked up that call he would be alive, or maybe that I wouldn't have to constantly fear not picking up a call.

I feel like i ruin everyone's life, I don't think anybody needs me here that maybe its just better than I just jump off a cliff. hopefully I get a car for my 16th birthday so I can drive off a cliff since jumping is too scary, I tried to make a bunch of friends hoping they could be a reason that I should live for but none of them are, my only hope is love but nobody loves me, and also the fact that my types are just toxic people...like yanderes (I know their not really real but just the fact that someone would like me that much) or maybe sadistic people cuz their just kind of rjfhfeidwskjh, or just poor guy that's nice with kids <3 or guys in general honestly its whatever but one time I thought to myself while watching a kdrama called happiness battle or battle for happiness, there was this girl that wouldn't divorce her husband even though he cheated her and stole from her, and I thought 'oh m gee she is so strong I should probably be strong like that and that if he doesn't get her pregnant or nothin I don't care about his infidelity yk because is it really worth divorcing this guy that I spent a year or more with??' but i know i would cry if i got cheated on, this whole thing doesn't make sense ngl I might pass out from heat from crying so hard,

and it doesn't help that I sound like im a smoker, i hate the fact that I spent so long talking about how I was such a good singer for some reason just to find out my voice is so cracky, I dreamt of being a voice actor for so long just for those dreams to be crushed.

my mind is all wrong, nothing good will ever come out of it this account was supposed to be where i would share my art but my art sucks and I'm too shy to post bad art to ask for improvements so ig ill just write a bunch of random ahh posts

also btw does anyone know how to not be driven to eat something?

I'm tryna fast but I can't I used to fast for weeks at a time but its so hard now

[coffee-writesthings]

part 2!! ngl I'm like incredibly impressed with myself because I watched the movie Interstellar, cried my eyes out, and then I got this kick of energy to actually write i legit haven't really been wanting to play video games or anything which is why i hadn't been writing previously its so weird and different. by the way, i realized like right after finishing part 1.5 that this part sandwiches that one. so keep that in mind, it's not as linear as I might've wanted

For all of its purposes, the room they ended up in wasn't all that bad. The bed was large enough for both of them to sleep in without being too close — it could always be worse, where they'd have to both try to sleep in a twin bed or on the floor.

Still, things could be better. Sniper could have just done this job alone. It would've been around ten times easier, faster, and he wouldn't have had to sit in a room with Spy, of all people, for an extended period of time.

"I need a shower," he said, taking off his stupid $10,000 silk jacket, "don't wait up for me."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Good."

With that, he rubbed his eyes and pulled out a book he'd been reading recently — maybe the specific choice of book was a bad idea, given its incredibly gay contents and the fact that he didn't want to think about that around his current company.

Well, he's not around, anyway. Where were we?

For the next twenty or so minutes he got well and truly sucked into the antics of two not-yet-lovers, they hadn't even confessed to each other yet, and were still fully in denial about the idea that the other even liked them. Those brief moments where hands brushed by each other, where they got just a little too close, they were everything.

And then a slightly damp Spy walked into the room with a towel clinging to his hips. "Oh, apologies. I thought you were already asleep."

"You're fine, we're both guys." His gaze was unwillingly (maybe a little willingly) locked onto his body, with any attempts at moving it only leading to more and more of that same body, and more and more things he found all too appealing. "I, uh. I need some fresh air. I'll leave you to it."

Before Spy could respond, he was already out the door, trying to calm his racing heart and mind. Why did he have to be this gay at this particular moment? And why for him??

Stupid book, doing exactly what he originally thought it would, god dammit.

Now the mission was a little more complicated. Not only did he have to work with Spy, just in general, but he had to suppress whatever it was he felt for him, while making sure they got the macguffin they were sent after. Great, grand, so doable.

Once he declared himself normal again, he went back inside so he could go to bed himself. Spy seemed to already be asleep, the asshole, how dare he actually be able to sleep? He grumbled, accidentally eliciting a response from the man he thought to be sleeping.

"Is there a problem? Aside from sharing a bed with me, of course."

"Thought you were already asleep is all — hell, I'm jealous."

"Jealous? Of me? I'm touched. But no, unfortunately, I have insomnia of the horrid and stupid variety. I might rest, but I won't be sleeping. Feel free to read your book." he yawned as he got more comfortable in bed, "Maybe you could read me to sleep or something."

"What, like start from the beginning?"

"Sure, unless you'd prefer to continue from your spot. I don't mind spoilers."

"I'll just start from the beginning. It's a little less gay."

"Who said I didn't like gay things?"

"Oh, nobody, but it's more for my sake. I'll get all nervous and start stammering and it'll just be annoying to listen to."

"Hm. Good to know."

"Wait, what?" he started chuckling nervously, "'Good to know?' why? Why is that good to know?"

"No particular reason," he definitely lied.

"Oh. Blackmail. Great."

~ Scene Break ~

Sniper woke up to sunlight blinding him through the thin excuses for curtains. The only thing blocking that was Spy, sitting down and looking outside, like the protagonist of some romance novel.

"Jesus, spook. How long've you been awake?"

"Hours and hours. I had actually made coffee for you, but it's cold now."

"Y-you made coffee? When?" he rubbed his eyes, squinting at the sunlight.

"Hours ago, keep up." A small almost seemed to blossom on his face. "I'd prefer if we had more time to prepare than less."

"Why do we have to prepare? It's just a party"

"The marriage thing may be fake, but I would rather die than have you embarrass me, or yourself, by looking out of place at a gala. So, show me your suit."

"I didn't bring a suit."

"A vest then? A nice button-up shirt? You surely have something."

"No, I was just planning on not getting noticed by anybody."

"Pour l'amour de Dieu — okay! We're getting you a suit today. I might as well get a new one for myself, so we'll match."

"I dunno if you've checked recently, but we're hours away from most civilization. How exactly do you plan on gussying me up like this?"

"Most civilization, yes. But not all. I happen to know someone who would happily make something up for us."

"Making brand new suits in, what, hours? Are you insane?"

"Oh no, definitely not. They'd be tailoring something already made. I think you would look fantastic in a dark red, but we'll see what my friend thinks."

The almost-compliment made his face heat up. "Alright, I'll try not to embarrass you in front of your friend — gimme like 20 minutes to shower and I'll be ready to go."

~ Scene Break ~

When they got to the seamstress' shop, Sniper felt out of place. Bolts upon bolts of beautiful fabric that probably cost hundreds of dollars for a yard lined an entire wall. The other three walls were lined with mirrors, tools and shelves for more tools, and various mannequins respectively.

An energetic woman with curly hair and safety pins attached to her shirt's sleeves greeted them. "Hello, hello and welcome to my little corner of the world. What brings you, Jacque?"

Spy touched cheeks in greeting with her, "Maria! It's always a pleasure. I have a bit of a rush order, if you could."

"The usual?" she gave him a once-over look, confused when she didn't see anything to mend.

"Non, non merci. J'ai besoin des nouvelles costumes pour mon petit ami et moi."

"Am I supposed to know what you're saying?" Sniper asked.

"Ce n'est pas un problem." she said, almost ignoring him, aside from pointing a finger at him when she asked, "Tu lui aime?"

"S'il vous plait, ne lui dis pas."

"Alright, I'll leave you alone about it." she turned to Sniper, "Now, your name?"

He introduced his fake name, "Michael. What were you two talking about?"

"Oh, sewing and plans for what we're putting you in. How do you feel about suspenders?"

"I don't hate them. Suits in general though, they're not exactly my thing, in any way."

"So something that looks more of a hybrid might be best for you… I'll get to thinking on that while I get his suit tailored. Take one of those chairs if you want to watch."

He took a chair as instructed, but looked away when he noticed Spy taking off his shirt to try on a different one.

"Problem, Michael?" there was no malice behind his words, no intention, not even some teasing smirk.

"No, not at all, I'm just dying a little." He briefly covered his eyes out of embarrassment.

"Hm, I get it." he started buttoning himself up, "Feel free to look, nobody's judging if you like what you see — except for maybe Maria."

"Keep flirting all you like, it's not my business. Now put this on." she handed him a silky dark green vest with shiny black buttons.

He gripped the fabric in his hands, sighing at its texture, "This is delightful, how I have missed your works of art."

"And I've missed you actually coming down here. Speaking of which, why haven't you been?"

"Work has sadly kept me from the embrace of your needles and pins."

"Well it should stop doing that, maybe." she took one more bundle of fabric, unraveling it into its true form — a long, dark green trench coat.

For once in his life, Spy seemed actually taken aback, "It's beautiful."

"I know. Put it on, I still need to make sure it'll actually fit you."

"Of course," he slid the coat on like a second skin, taking a magnificent spin to face Sniper. "So, what do you think?" his face bore an apprehensive expression, both excited and maybe a little nervous to find out about what he thought.

Several times, he opened his mouth to try to answer. And several times, no words came out. He tried to swallow.

"I think you have your answer." said Maria with a smirk.

"In that case," Spy announced as he adjusted his new trench coat, perfectly fit, as if he expected it, "it's your turn now."

"Alright, alright, I'll get up." he rose from his chair, "Do you need me to… take anything off?"

"If you're comfortable with it, try this set on. There's a changing room off to your left if you're uncomfortable."

"Thanks."

Inside the changing room, he got changed into what was in the pile — a pair of black slacks, a red button-up, and a black suit jacket. Its inner lining was green, the same shade as Spy's clothes. That's cute.

"So, I put on everything else, but I sorta… don't know how… these things work." The items in question were a pair of elastic strips with clips on either end, a beautiful tie, and a clip charm of some kind.

"Let me help." Spy offered, "I assume you don't know how to tie a tie?"

"Uh, no."

"Not to worry, I didn't learn until I was around twenty. People take time." he took the tie in one hand, and popped up the collar of Sniper's shirt with the other. "It's simple enough, I can show you how to another tieme."

"Did you just—"

"It was horrible, I am cringing already."

"In all my life, you've never done a pun, where- where did that even come from?"

"I take back everything I've ever said," he said, trying his very best to withhold his blossoming smile, "I hate you and I'm utterly displeased to be on this mission with you."

But Sniper didn't fall for the overt message, instead zeroing in on the details. "Wait, wait, hang on. Doesn't that mean the opposite then? Because if you're taking back the opposite of what you said, that means you like me, doesn't it?"

His face flashed between embarrassment and glee, "Perhaps it's possible that I have been having less of a bad time than I thought I would originally."

"Still, I could've sworn that you hated me. What's with that?"

"I try to keep to some amount of professionalism with my coworkers."

It only took a few more minutes between tying his tie, using its complementary clip to make it stay in place, and figuring out what suspenders are, to complete their perfect pair of outfits.

Spy took a step back from Sniper, probably trying to take him in. "You look fantastic. Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, honestly. I think I look good too which is — damn, it's really nice."

He checked his watch, "We have some time left before the gala, how do you feel about getting lunch?"

"Are you paying?"

"I can."

"Nice. And, uh, Maria? Thank you, for the suits."

"And thank you for being the reason I got to see Jacque today! For once I don't have to clean blood out of suits, or reattach buttons, I just have the privilege to make people happy."

Spy paid Maria for the services with money, as well as a promise to come around sometime, to help with the shop.

so like months ago me and @lonewolfinthetardis came up with a sort of collaborative thing (we both write a fic with the same prompt and then share them) and then I basically didn't touch it for however long, until now! This is gonna come in 4 parts, with this as the first one (dw they'll all be connected to the same post lol)

Spy entered the meeting room, where Sniper and Miss Pauling were already waiting for him.

“Fashionably late,” said Sniper, “like always.”

He retorted, “At least I’m fashionable. You look like you crawled out of a dumpster.”

“And you wear 10,000$ suits to the bloodiest job on the planet.”

“Boys.” Miss Pauling snapped, there wasn’t enough coffee in the damn world to deal with these two. Once satisfied that they had stopped squabbling like siblings, she spoke again, “I have a job for the two of you.”

“Why just us?” Sniper asked.

“Think about it for a few seconds. You’re both the most efficient mercs here by a long shot.”

“Well thank you, Pauling. Though I think you’re mistaken. I’m efficient in killing, but he,” he stared daggers at the other man, “is efficient at taking shots. He doesn’t kill.”

“Look at me in my eyes, Spy. Just how much do you think I care about your banal, stupid differences? Does it match up, at all, with how much I want to smack you in the face right now?”

“I can help with that part.” Sniper interjected smugly, “She doesn’t care about how it gets done, just that it does.”

“Fine. What’s our mission?”

She pulled up a map with locations of both RED and BLU bases, the various battlefields for their fights, among various other things like the town of Tuefort. However, she ignored that, in favor of taking a massive red pen to circle one location in particular, far off to the east from their base. “There’s a gala going on here, and they have something we want. I can’t be more specific, just know it’s important to the Administrator-- if you fumble this operation, it’s your head, and Respawn won’t save you.”

“Please, there’s no way you’d be able to turn off Respawn. Right?”

“Do you really want to test that theory when I have a gun pointed at your face?”

“Understood ma’am.

Spy asked the question he usually asked when it came to missions, “What are our covers?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” she actually did seem a little glad, if not like she had a plan up her sleeves. Passing out a small pile of identifications and a sheet of paper to each man, she explained, “Your name, Sniper, is going to be Michael. You’re married to Spy. His temporary name is Samuel.”

“Like hell I’m going to marry the spook!” he looked at him, “Ugh, can’t even imagine kissing you.”

“I can imagine it,” he gagged, “You probably taste like the coffee you drink all day.”

“And you probably taste like week-old cigarettes.”

Before they could descend into stupidity, she pulled out a whistle, blowing on it hard, “Get yourselves together! You’re trained killers, not toddlers who can’t share a toy.”

They shared a look of disgust.

“Listen. It’s three days. You can get over yourselves for three days. It’s only 72 hours, probably less if you get there and back faster. And, once you’re back, you can go to town on each other all you want.”

Sniper took a deep breath, gathering himself. She had a point-- he was supposed to be polite, efficient. And, well, he could just get it over with and then he’d never have to think about it again. “I’ll do it. Sorry for the… outburst.”

“Thank you, for cooperating like an adult. Spy?”

“If I leave him to die, can I collect his paychecks?”

“Spy.”

“Sorry, sorry-- I jest. I’ll do it.”

~ Scene Break ~

So as not to arouse suspicion when they’re at the gala, Sniper plans to take his van, but leave it some ways away from the venue. Getting into it brings some comfort to the fact that he has to work with Spy for this mission.

What was it he hated so much about him, though? Was it the snobbishness, the way he was just an asshole to everyone, or something else?

“This is what we’re staying in for the next several days? I think I’d prefer death by fire to this.”

Ah, it was definitely the way he was a snobbish asshole.

“Get over yourself, Spy. Like it or not, this is where we’re gonna live together, for a bit.”

“I’ll do it, but I’m going to complain the whole time.”

“Do that and I gag you with that mask of yours.” Sniper got into the driver’s seat as Spy got into the Passenger’s.

“You might as well drive a mile away and shoot out my tongue at that point. It’s so typical of you to run away from your problems.”

“Well look who’s talking! Scout’s your damn kid and he doesn’t know-- you really think you’ve got legs to stand on here? You- you get too close, Spy.”

“And you’re too far away. I get up close because that's the only way for me to kill.

“These three days better pass fast.” he growled.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.”

A few hours passed, where Spy found that he had fallen asleep. He awoke to the sounds of Sniper humming to some quiet song, a smile on his face— the sunlight shone into his beautiful brown eyes. How could someone he never really liked have such a fairytale face?

He dismissed the thought, going back to sleep after his momentary - severe - lapse in judgement.

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||Cute shit bucky does just because||

A/N: This isn't the only headcanons I do I promise but While I was working on my other writings I had the idea to this for bucky too and I could not stop myself. And I'm not sorry. I don't know why I didn't this sooner lol, happy reading!

Bucky likes hearing you sing. It didn't matter whether you were singing to yourself he will sit there and listen because you're actually embarrassed to sing around him. But when it's been long day or he has just come back from a mission he'll come up and hug you or have you sit on his lap and ask you to sing for him to help him calm down and of course you can't say no to that

There's a lot of teasing and playful banter between you two and that's fun and all, but for some damn reason when ever he flirts with you any thought you had in that pretty head of yours is out the damn window. He loves to tease you like fuck. He can't help but grin when he sees you become shy and quiet. It just encourages him more so he'll com up close and wrap his arms around you, lowering his voice and whispering sweet nothings to you.

If he really wants a reaction out of you he'll call you his pretty girl, or his baby, and tells you he'll give you a real reason to blush as he runs his hands down to your waist.

He's not gonna tell you but seeing you so flustered is a bit of a turn on.

a big one actually. little shit.

Bucky lets you wear his dog tags when he's away. Yes you could always wear a shirt or a sweater of his but you get all giddy when you wear them and he likes making his best girl happy. When he has them on you're always playing with them and it's absolutely adorable. He loves seeing you wear them when you guys are doing the dirty btw.

That's hot ngl

Bucky always want's to take care of you and makes sure that you're okay, if there's anything you need he'll do it for you. You have your bad days where you just don't have the energy to get up to anything. You just feel down and mentally/emotionally drained and it hurts him to see you like that. He understands though and would never judge you for it. You could tell him you're fine as much as you want but he's gonna be there for regardless. He'll listen to you vent if you need to, hold you and comfort you while you let out broken sobs.

After the come down he does his best to get you out the dark headspace with coping mechanisms he had learned to help himself before and has learned others just incase those didn't work for you. He'll give you space even if needed.

He wants to be there for you just as much as you are for him.

Face time calls are a frequent thing when he's gone because he has a hard time sleeping without you sometimes so he calls you. Hearing your voice alone isn't enough.

When you guys are out and about bucky can't help but become a little protective so he's always holding your hand or staying close. He'll pretty much death glare anyone that looks at you funny. Like he's used to the strange looks he'll get here and there but if someone stares at you for a minute too long he ain't happy.

There's some nights where can't sleep or wake up too early so you find yourself in the living room cuddled up with a blanket watching tv but when bucky starts tossing and turning and tries to cuddle you he'll wake up noticing you're not there so he'll get up to be with you or bring you back to bed.

Bucky's favorite sound is the sound of your laughter. besides the sounds you make in bed. He's a little clumsy so a mistake here and there gets a cute laugh or giggle out of you. He does get a bit embarrassed but he doesn't really mind if means he gets to see you happy. He'll make a fool out of himself any day. Oh! he'll even try to find videos he thinks you'll find funny and send them to you just to hear you laugh.

If you snort that's a plus.

He'll spoil you with gifts and you've tried to tell him that he doesn't have to but he'll tell you to zip it because you deserve it.

Bucky just wants to show you that he cherishes you and loves you.

Let him do that please.

🥀Hope you enjoyed! Here's the link to steve's headcanons if you haven't read them (I wrote these before I switched my blogs around). Much love to you🥀