#i will return to the high school fic one day! maybe i’ll try to get some writing done this weekend since i have no plans

[rubyisms]

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perc’ildan

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! Can I request a Mungrove x Reader fic with 1 from angst and 16 from fluff from the prompt list?

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?”

“I never thought I could miss someone this much,"

Enough

Y/N and Billy graduated, which left Eddie behind to repeat another year. The three have been dating for a while and got used to being together all the time. But now the summer is over and Eddie had to return to Hawkins High.

Eddie was jealous and upset that Y/N and Billy got to stay together while he was left out. Y/N and Billy missed him too, upset that they had to wait to see Eddie until the school day was over.

Billy was worried about Eddie being left to the wolves but believed he'd stand his ground. Y/N was more worried about the girls, but Eddie reassured her there was no one else.

She wished she could believe that. Eddie had been in school for three months, and all Y/N heard about was Chrissy Cunningham.

It made Y/N's blood boil. Chrissy had years to get to know Eddie, but she waited until Y/N was no longer around. That was snake shit and broke every girl code rule ever made.

Billy was always collected in himself when it came to jealousy. And he never saw Chrissy as a threat, until Y/N got all the ideas in his head.

It was routine for Y/N to drop Eddie off in the morning and for Billy to pick him up. Y/N clenched her teeth every morning because Chrissy would be waiting at the front doors.

Billy began to notice that Eddie would talk all the way with Chrissy to his car. It was like she was attached to his hip. But Billy bit his tongue, something he learned from their girlfriend.

Billy's knuckles were white as he listened to Eddie talk about Chrissy the whole drive. Eddie didn't notice, so lost in talking as the short drive home came to a stop.

~~~

It didn't end with Chrissy, soon he was making friends with all the popular kids. Billy and Y/N wanted to be supportive, but they couldn't help but notice he was changing.

Eddie never cared about being popular, that's what made him unique. Y/N didn't care if he was popular or not when they first got together. Billy was popular but he learned not to care about it once he fell in love. Once Billy was off the market, his time was focused on his relationship. The three got to be in their own little bubble.

But Eddie popped it so he could escape.

~

"Any word?" Y/N sighed as Billy walked to the seat across from her.

The two waited at the restaurant for Eddie but lost hope.

"I called his house, Wayne said he was out with friends. And he's not with us, so I'm guessing he's with..." Billy trailed off as Y/N's frown deepened.

"Chrissy and his new friends" Y/N snapped

"He'll come around. Let's order and have fun. It's date night, and I am the best at date nights." Billy said with a wink

Y/N laughed and agreed. She flipped open the menu and the two began talking like nothing was wrong.

That was the first time Eddie ditched and sadly wasn't the last.

~

"If we wait any longer we'll miss the movie" Billy groaned. He leaned against the wall in the theater as they stared at the doors.

"I know, babe. But maybe just another minute?" She asked. Her hand slipped into his as she squeezed it.

"Like I could ever say no to you" Billy teased, leaning down to press a short kiss against her lips.

"If he's not here in a minute, we'll go," Y/N said as she pulled away. She smiled, but they both knew it was fake. Her eyes went back to the door, waiting and waiting.

But he never showed.

~

Y/N and Billy lost count of how many times Eddie didn't show up for dates. At this point, they expected it. Their relationship of three was really just a relationship between the two.

Y/N was hurt beyond anything. She felt replaced as the special girl in Eddie's life. She felt like she couldn't compare to the pretty cheerleaders Eddie was spending all his time with.

Billy was pissed. He wasn't too upset about being ditched like she was, he had his girl and he'd make the best of it. But what made him mad was watching Eddie hurt Y/N. Billy tried his best to cheer her up and distract her. But how could he make her feel better when he wasn't the one hurting her. Billy promised to kick anyone's ass that made her cry, he just never thought Eddie would become his target.

~~~

Y/N sat silent as she drove Eddie to school. He was going on and on about his new friends and all the things they did together. She could feel her heart shattering more and more. It was like he had no idea how much he'd been missing in their relationship.

~

Before Eddie could speak a word when Billy picked him up, Billy spoke first.

"Tonight you are staying home. Y/N and I are coming over because we need to talk."

Eddie felt a nervous chuckle leave his lips

"What's going on?" Eddie asked

"We'll talk when I grab her," Billy said

The car ride was silent as they pulled up to Y/N's house. She hugged herself in Billy's sweater as she walked to the car.

She slid into the backseat, a small hello from her lips.

Eddie got more nervous as no one spoke, just the radio playing.

They pulled up to the trailer and all walked inside. Billy had his arm wrapped around Y/N as he led her to the couch. Eddie stood in front of them as he looked confused.

"Okay, what's going on? You guys are freaking me out" Eddie sighed, his eyes looking between his partners.

Y/N took a deep breath, clenching Billy's hand.

"We need to talk about the way you've been treating this relationship." Her wet eyes looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked

"You've been ditching us for weeks because of your new friends. It's okay to branch out, but you need to put time into this relationship too." Billy said, trying to stay calm for Y/N's sake.

"Are you guys seriously jealous of this?" Eddie scoffed

"Not jealous, but Eddie you haven't spent any time with us unless it's driving you!" Billy explained

"I can admit that I'm jealous of Chrissy but more hurt that I haven't had any time with you," Y/N said, blinking away tears.

"Why would you be jealous of her?" Eddie asked, his voice was snippy and short. She could tell he was starting to get defensive.

"You're replacing me with her!" Y/N argued, standing up. Annoyed that he clearly didn't see the big picture. Billy quickly stood.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I am not" Eddie denied

"Don't call her dramatic!" Billy stepped in, starting to get angry.

"She is! I hang out with Chrissy and all of a sudden I'm a bad guy? It's jealousy, plain and simple. I'm not replacing her." Eddie fought, and the two boys were head to head. "Do you have a problem with it? Or is it her?" Eddie's head nodded towards her but his eyes stayed on Billy's glare.

"What is wrong with you? Spend a few weeks with those assholes and think you can treat our girlfriend like shit? If she feels replaced, then show her she isn't being replaced." Billy growled, his finger shoving into Eddie's chest, hard.

Eddie scoffed, "Out of everyone I thought you would understand. I'm popular, Billy! I don't have to have a target on my back or get shoved in lockers now that you two are gone. I'm standing my ground like you said!"

"Understand? I would never understand hurting Y/N the way you are. And I would never make her feel like anyone could replace her. You can stand your ground without treating us like shit, Munson." Billy said, shoving Eddie across the room.

"Okay, now. Let's just relax!" Y/N said quickly

Eddie panted hard as he charged at Billy, shoving him right back

"If you two wanna team up so damn bad, then why don't we just cut me right out." Eddie puffed

"Eddie, that's not what we are saying or what we want," Y/N said, standing in front of Billy. Her movement caused Eddie's eyes to drop down to her. His glare softened as he took in her sad face.

But he felt targeted by his own partners. He felt like he wasn't in the wrong and teaming up on him was unfair.

"We just want you back." She said softly, she reached to touch his face but he stepped back.

Y/N gulped at his reaction, nerves in her stomach.

"I think I need to think about some things," Eddie said, looking at her.

Billy sighed behind her, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Think about fucking what? Either you want us or you don't!" Billy's voice rose as he got angrier.

Y/N turned around and grabbed his hand. Billy looked down at her.

"Let's just go" she whispered, "we did all we could."

Billy could see in her eyes she had given up. She felt replaced and now she felt useless.

"Okay, we'll go," Billy said, giving her a small smile. He squeezed her hand and led them to the front door. Right as he opened it, Chrissy went to knock.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?" She asked, her eyes looking from Eddie, who was running his hands over his face, to Y/N, who looked like she was going to burst into tears, and Billy, who looked as pissed as ever.

"Nah, my girl and I were just leaving," Billy said harshly as he walked past her.

Eddie bit his tongue, trying not to lash out at Billy's petty comment.

~~~

Y/N respected that Eddie needed time, so she gave him it. Billy wanted nothing more than to fight until it worked out, but he knew Y/N wouldn't like that.

It killed her to not be with him, but she was glad she had Billy during it. Someone to hold her and show her love. Billy missed him too. After the fight, he was more hurt than anything. He felt like they weren't good enough to choose. That Eddie's friends were more important.

Y/N struggled with that too. She already felt replaced by Chrissy and now she felt not good enough to fight for. She and Billy were really to forgive and forget, and Eddie still backed away.

Why weren't they good enough?

~

Eddie did what he said he would, he was thinking. But he didn't even know what he was supposed to be thinking about. He felt like he was up against a wall and needed to hit pause. His brain couldn't think straight and he didn't know what words he was supposed to say.

And with three days all alone to think, he had nothing. All he did was wonder what they were doing. Are they sad he was gone? Did they not care and go back to normal?

Then he would see Y/N's soft eyes begging him to do the right thing. And he can feel all the guilt eating him alive that he had no idea how to make her feel better. He didn't like Chrissy, and he never would. Y/N would always be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and it would stay that way.

He didn't like that he got so mad with Billy. He didn't want to be in a relationship where it resulted in a violent fight. But Eddie felt like she was just Billy's girlfriend at that moment. He was protecting her...but from Eddie and that hurt. It was like she wasn't even his.

But he did that. He was so blinded by all the popularity and going out that he forgot about them.

~

Y/N walked into Billy's small house, sighing as she finished another work shift. It was day four without Eddie and it was taking a toll on her. She looked at the phone but knew it wouldn't ring.

She slipped off her shoes and began walking into the house. She walked to his bedroom, the door open as he sat at the edge of the bed.

"Billy?" She asked

He turned to look at her and her heart broke. She was quick to run over to him as his blue eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks were stained in tears that kept falling.

"Oh baby" she cooed, standing in between his legs as she wrapped her arms around his head. He took shelter in her stomach, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She held him as he cried it out, her own tears starting to fall.

"It's okay to cry" she whispered

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?” Billy cried out

Y/N bit her lip as she kept back a loud cry. Sniffling her emotions back she became the shoulder he needed.

She dropped to her knees, now holding his face as she looked into his eyes. She placed a soft gentle kiss on his nose.

"You are good enough, you're good enough for me." She whispered, using her thumb to wipe away his tears. "We're good enough for each other."

It was something they both needed to hear. Something they needed to begin to heal their own hearts.

"Let's go get some ice cream or something." She said, smiling as Billy nodded.

"If they don't have cookie dough I'm going to be pissed," Billy warned, but Y/N laughed. She took his hand and they both headed out to his car.

~

They arrived at the ice cream shop, hand in hand as they walked up to the counter.

Thankfully, cookie dough was available so Y/N didn't have to stop a fight from breaking out.

The couple sat in a back booth, she was tucked under his arm as she fed him spoonfuls of the ice cream.

~

Eddie walked into the small ice cream shop. Chrissy demanded he leave the house and dragged him here.

He looked at the flavors and could feel even more sadness in his heart as he saw the flavors his partners loved.

He settled for chocolate and slowly picked at the ice cream with his spoon as Chrissy led them to a table.

He knew Y/N didn't like the relationship with Chrissy, but Chrissy was all he had right now. And she was a girl and she knew how to give advice. She said she'd help him figure all of this out.

~

Y/N and Billy finished their ice cream. Both are feeling a bit better, just going out and being together. It wasn't the same without Eddie, but maybe that was what they had to get used to.

"Wanna go back to the house? I wanna sleep." Y/N yawned, Billy laughed as he ruffled her hair.

"Princess needs her nap," he threw away their cups and grabbed her hand. Helping her out of the booth as his hand slid into her back pocket.

They walked down the small shop, freezing as they spotted Eddie straight ahead...with Chrissy.

Y/N grew nervous, they needed to walk past them to get to the door.

"It'll be okay," Billy said

They started walking again, and right as they went to pass Eddie looked up.

All three froze as they stared at each other.

"Um hi," Eddie said, barely above a whisper

"Hi," Y/N greeted politely, she turned to Chrissy, "and hi to you" with a smile

"This isn't a date!" Eddie rushed out, standing up as he scrambled out of his chair. The chair scraped against the floor.

Y/N and Billy looked at each other, very unconvinced.

"Well you said you needed time, looks like you are spending it well," Billy snapped, with a smile on his face.

"I'm gonna let you guys talk," Chrissy said as she got up from her chair and left the shop.

"Can we talk?" Eddie asked, nodding to the open table

They sat down across from him

"It really isn't a date. I asked for time to think and I didn't even know what for. I just felt like I was running out of time to fix my mistake so I needed to hit pause and figure it out." Eddie explained

"I can understand that, it was a lot," Y/N said as she reached for his hand. This time he laced his hand with hers. The warm feeling of comfort flooded through his body. "But we are all in this relationship together. You could have told us you just needed a second to breathe. We would have stayed and talked it out."

"I know! I just panicked and made everything so much worse." Eddie sighed

"Then why wait that long? It's been four days, Eddie and neither of us heard anything from you. How do you think that makes us feel?" Billy asked

"Like ass? I'm sorry, incredibly sorry to both of you. I shouldn't have put you guys on the back burner just because I was getting attention elsewhere." Eddie started, his eyes moving to Y/N as he kept a grip on her hand. "And I feel like a dick for making you think Chrissy could replace you. Baby girl, no one would ever replace you. I love you so much. I'm sorry for not taking you in my arms that night and proving you have nothing to worry about."

Y/N smiled, the words were exactly what she needed to hear. "I accept your apology"

Eddie smiled and moved to Billy.

"I'm sorry I got so heated and up in your face. It just felt like Y/N was only yours. I know you were protecting her, just like I would have. But it felt like I was losing her to you. And I don't want to lose either of you. I love you and I'm sorry for hurting both of you."

Billy nodded as he talked. He understood what Eddie meant and he knew he could have reacted the same.

"I get it. It killed me to have to protect her from you. I love you and I don't want you to be the bad guy." Billy said softly, "I'm sorry for getting in your face and shoving you."

The boys smiled at each other and all was forgiven between them

"Let's go to my place? Maybe talk some more there?" Billy asked

They nodded and stood up.

~

A few hours passed and they talked everything out. They cried and laughed. But everything felt healed and Eddie was back where he belonged.

Y/N was smashed in the middle of both boys as they cuddled on the couch. Her head was on Billy's shoulder and her legs on Eddie's. Eddie's soft hands rubbed the skin as the movie played in the background.

"I missed this" Y/N said as she closed her eyes. Soaking in the feeling of being together again.

"Me too" Billy said

“I never thought I could miss someone this much," Eddie said as he looked at them.

Y/N looked over at him and sat up. She softly kissed his face.

"You don't have to miss us anymore"

[thisismysecondrodeo]

thinking about ted holding something out of y/n’s reach to tease her, so she tickles him and he starts giggling and blushing

AN: I based this one very loosely off of this scene in Abbott Elementary because I am obsessed lol if you haven’t watched it you should its SO good.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Fluff, One Shot, Flirting, Getting Together, Making Out

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You walked into the coaches’ office to find Ted and Beard in the middle of their paper ball game. You leaned against the door, always amused at their antics and not wanting to interrupt, but after a few rounds the ball skittered to a stop at your feet and the men noticed your presence. 

“Well hey there, Y/N,” Ted smiled at you broadly which always sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach. You had only been working at AFC Richmond for a couple of months and you had to remind yourself that he was that nice to everyone, even if it only made your crush harder to manage. “Sorry about our little game there, something we can do for you?”

“Just need you actually, Ted,” you responded and Beard wasted no time in grabbing his backpack and heading towards the door. 

“Y/N,” he said in passing, feigning seriousness but he was betrayed by the small smirk on his face. 

“Jethro,” you returned and he did a double-take and then shook his head with a chuckle. It had become a running game between the two of you for you to try to guess his name, but really you just tried to make him laugh. Apparently, Jethro wasn’t it. Ted chuckled as well and you winked at him before picking up the paper ball and tossing it up and down as you entered the office, leaning your hip against the side of Beard’s desk to face Ted. 

If you didn’t know better, and of course you knew better, Ted looked like he might be checking you out. His eyes lingered on where your hip jutted out, making their way slowly up your body—or maybe it was just a trick of the light. 

“I was coming to ask if you’d be willing to do an Instagram takeover from training one day next week. Richmond fans love when you’re on.” 

“Really,” Ted leaned back in his chair, a quizzical look on his face, “Keeley told me she used to just get a bunch of messages that said ‘wanker.’” 

“Oh yeah, there’s a lot of that,” you nodded seriously, “but our female fans feel VERY strongly that you be featured in every post. And I’d have to agree. Hence, the takeover.”

Ted blushed and adjusted his sweater. It brought you an inordinate amount of joy to catch him off guard with a compliment. It only took a second for him to recover and a mischievous look crossed his face.

“Tell ya what,” Ted suddenly leaned forward and caught the paper ball you’d been tossing in your hand, “you play me in a game of paper horse. You win and I’ll do the Instagram takeover.”

“And if you win?”

“If I win,” Ted was suddenly not meeting your eye, looking around the room as if he could find the answer somewhere on the walls, “then you’ll come to the Crown & Anchor with me for dinner, tonight?” Your eyes widened, but you could see that in the split second that you didn’t answer, Ted was second-guessing himself—you couldn’t have that. 

You didn’t want him to doubt asking you to dinner, you just couldn’t believe it had happened. You leaned into Ted’s space, your faces inches apart as you took the paper ball back from him, “You’re on.” 

You turned around and took an easy shot at the trash can, leaning on your muscle memory from playing high school basketball. Ted whistled behind you as the paper landed neatly in the basket. He took off his sweater and you tried to contain your enthusiasm at seeing him in one less layer. “Well now, I believe I might have just been hustled,” you laughed as Ted stepped around you to retrieve the paper and you took Ted’s seat, watching as he positioned himself in the same spot as you, and the ball sunk in neatly. 

“Uh-huh, sure you are. I know you played college ball, Coach, I do my research. I think you may have been trying to hustle me,” you smiled as he stepped into Roy’s office to try for the equivalent of a paper ball 3-pointer that bounced off the rim. Both of you walked towards the trash to retrieve it, but Ted beat you to it.

“Woah, woah, woah what are you doing? You missed, it's my turn.” 

“I missed it but I didn’t get a letter! There’s no shot for you to match,” Ted tried to explain but you were still trying to get the paper ball back from him and he lifted his hand above his head while he was talking to keep it out of your grasp. 

Ted was so fastidious about making eye contact when you spoke, it never felt like he was as tall as he really was. It was silly, but the height difference he had on you was more than a little attractive. You stretched as if you had a chance of reaching his hand but you only managed to bump your chest against his, and you could feel his sharp intake of breath at the contact. You looked down from the paper ball your eyes met,  the tension between you two nearly overwhelming. It suddenly struck you how empty the stadium was now that it was after hours, how close you were to Ted’s lips, and how much you wanted to wrap a hand behind his head and bring those lips to yours. 

The two of you stood unmoving and silent for a solid 15 seconds before you smirked, and brought your hands quickly to Ted’s sides catching him off guard with a tickle. Ted brought his arm down sharply and all out giggled, his chin tucking to his chest and his dimple appearing deeper than ever out in pure mirth. It was adorable, and it made you never want to stop tickling him, but you could see the pink blush creeping up from under his shirt color and up his cheeks. You took pity on him and stopped, but it took a moment for his breathing to calm. He didn’t even notice you had slipped the paper ball from his grasp and hopped up to sit on the desk as he was too busy taking a deep breath a few steps away. 

“Now I see why you wear all those layers, you’re a downright Tickle-Me-Elmo…a tickle-me-Ted if you will,” you teased and Ted smiled back, a little bashful. 

“I can’t remember the last time someone tickled me. I mean probably Henry but kids are no good at it,” he smiled, “I was always embarrassed at how ticklish I was as a kid.” 

“You shouldn’t be,” you shook your head sincerely, “it’s adorable. It only makes me want to touch you more.” You ducked your head as soon as the words left your mouth, but Ted just stepped closer forcing you to lift your chin to meet his gaze. 

“Is that right,” Ted said, an undercurrent of flirtation in his tone. You smiled, setting the paper ball aside and gripping the edge of the desk with both hands leaning towards Ted to speak quietly.

“That’s right. What do you say we call this game of HORSE a draw? You still do the Instagram takeover, and I still take you out to dinner.” You lifted a hand, fit your finger playfully between two of the buttons of his dress shirt and he grinned. 

“I’d say that’s an offer I can’t refuse. But since you did make the first shot, I think it's only right you get a little something extra.” 

“Extra, huh?” You were trying to sound flirty but it came out so breathy you just sounded eager—which you couldn’t deny you were. 

Ted leaned down and you wasted no time meeting his lips, kissing him softly and sweetly before he licked against your bottom lip and the kiss turned heated. 

You broke away, regretfully, and whispered, “if we don’t stop now neither one of us is going to dinner.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise,” Ted said, his voice low and seductive. You groaned, your desire to go on a date with Ted warring with your desire to jump his bones then and there. You put your hands on his waist and backed him up as you slid off the desk. 

“Come on Elmo,” you held out a hand to him to lead him out of the office, pleased that he only grabbed his backpack and not his sweater. “Dinner first and then I’ll find all the other places that make you giggle like that.” 

[thedeerman]

Alastor's First Kill

This is an excerpt from the fic I've been writing, this scene is a flashback to Alastor's childhood. Contains blood, domestic violence, and child abuse.

“He’s not normal. He’s never been. There’s something seriously wrong with him and you know it. I should’ve gotten rid of him the day he was born.”

“Don’t you talk about my baby that way! He’s a smart, gentle child and maybe you would know that if you spent half a moment’s attention on him!” 

“What’s the point? The fucker doesn’t talk! He doesn’t play with other kids, he’s got no friends! He’s got no interests, no ambitions, that thing has no redeeming qualities!”

“Now that is enough! You don’t know a damn thing about your own son and you sit here and blame him for it? That boy was a gift from God, and all I’ve done his entire life is try to keep him safe. Safe from this awful world, safe from the people that see him as a worthless bastard child because of what he is and where his mother’s from. And safe from you!”

“Shut your fucking mouth, you worthless bitch! It doesn’t matter what either of us do, he’s not right. If you can’t find some way to get rid of the useless little half-breed, I will.”

The boy slowly closed the door to his bedroom, wondering what it was that he did so wrong to upset his father like this. He’d done everything he was ever asked. He helped Momma around the house, he did as his father told him, he went to school and was graded well, he didn’t start fights. And he did have a friend, even if it wasn’t one of the other kids. So why-

The boy’s thoughts were interrupted by a crashing sound from the other side of the house. Jumping up from where he was seated on the floor, the boy opened the door a crack to listen again. 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!” His mother sounded scared, and that made him scared. He didn’t know what to do. Another crash could be heard from downstairs. He wanted to hide, but Momma wasn’t yelling anymore and suddenly everything went quiet. 

The boy ran down the stairs from his bedroom into the kitchen below in a panic. His mother was on the floor, but she was slowly starting to get up. At least she wasn’t too hurt. When the child looked at his father, he could tell he was in trouble. He should’ve stayed in his room. 

The man in front of him stared silently for a long moment as the boy’s mother stood from where she had been thrown to the floor. He smelled like the drinks that he kept in bottles on a high shelf. He was always angrier after drinking any of those.

Eventually, he turned and left the room without saying a word. The boy considered just going back to his bedroom, hoping his father would forget he was ever here. But his mother didn’t give him the chance. 

She leaned down to his level as she often did when she said something very important. Her voice was shaky as she told him, “Honey, I need you to go get your shoes and coat, okay? Go put them on.”

The boy was confused, the sky was dark and it was far too late to be going outside. But the urgency in his mother’s voice told him this was something he’d better do without question.

By the time he’d put his coat and shoes on, the child’s father had returned. He was holding something, but the boy didn’t have a chance to take a look. His mother stood between the two as the man said, “Move.”

His mother started backing up slowly, keeping the boy behind her. She started being really nice to his father all of a sudden, saying “Honey, why don’t we talk about this in the morning? I’ll make you a nice breakfast, maybe some grits and eggs the way you like?”

But the man wasn’t convinced. He was slowly approaching them as they backed up, and soon the boy was sandwiched between his mother and the back door. “I’m warnin’ you,'' his father growled. “I’ll fucking kill you too, don’t you try me.”

The boy’s eyes went wide. Kill? Momma? Suddenly he was more scared than ever. More scared than when his father slammed his head into the wall and he bled from his nose all over the floor. More scared than when the man held his head under water for so long his lungs started to fill and his vision started to go black. Because every time his father got angry, it was his mother that saved him.

What happened next happened so fast the boy wasn’t sure which thing happened first. His mother grabbed her favorite vase from the shelf nearby. His father stepped closer. His mother hit him with the vase and glass exploded everywhere with a loud crash. He was shoved backwards hard enough to push the door open and tumble down the couple of steps outside and into the dirt. All at the same time.

Before the boy could pick himself back up, his mother had lifted him from the ground and started quickly moving him away from the house. There was a loud BANG, the boy knew that sound. It was a gun. His father had taken him on plenty of hunting trips, showing him how to track down things like deer without letting the animal know they were there. And earlier that summer, his father had taught him how to shoot squirrels in the backyard. The boy didn’t like it though, he didn’t see what the squirrels had done to deserve it.

There was another BANG as the boy’s mother dragged him behind the small shed behind the house. “Baby, listen. I need you to go to town, go find Auntie at her shop. Remember where it is?” The boy nodded. Auntie was one of Momma’s good friends and they went there often.

His mother spoke again, quickly and quietly. “Go through the back way, okay? Don’t go on the road, understand?”

He nodded again. He knew the rules, after the sun went down he and Momma weren’t allowed in town anymore. None of the people that looked like them were. Very bad things happened to people like them if they were seen in town at night. 

The boy turned towards the back way his mother told him to take, but it was hard to see without any light. This way was mostly a swamp, but it was drier than usual this time of year so the thin trail along the edge was walkable without getting too wet. In the daytime, that was. Even with the brightness of the full moon overhead, the boy wasn’t sure he could follow the trail in the dark. 

A sound like crunching twigs was slowly coming closer to where they were hiding behind the shed, and the boy had never been so afraid in his life. He didn’t want to leave his Momma like this. But as he looked up at her teary brown eyes, he could tell he needed to. 

“You’ve gotta go. Now. Go quick. Just run away, baby. Just go. Please. Just run.”

The boy did as he was told, he ran to the trail in the swamp. But after hearing his mother scream, he stopped. He was scared, so scared. But he wasn’t as scared of his father as he was of losing his mother. 

The boy may have been young, only having recently turned 8, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew that his mother was in trouble because of him. It was him his father wanted.

So the boy turned around and crept back closer to the light shining from the back of his house, trying to be fast but quiet. Just like hunting down the deer. When he got closer, he could see that his mother was on the ground. There was no visible blood, but the sight sent the boy into a panic. He rushed out from his hiding spot towards his mother, but he didn’t reach her. 

Almost immediately after starting towards her, something grabbed his arm hard. It was his father. He’d been caught. 

“This ends now. I never shoulda let her keep you. You were a mistake the moment you were born.” The boy’s eyes went wide at the sight of his father’s gun, the very one he had used to bring in squirrels for stew only months earlier. The grip on his arm was firm, but the man holding him was swaying back and forth. He was unsteady on his feet as he let go of the boy’s arm just long enough to grab him by the neck and lift him off the ground. 

The child kicked his feet as his fingers tried to pry the hand off of his throat. His vision was getting spotty, just like the time he was held underwater. But his captor was off balance and when he finally landed a hard kick in the man's gut, he tumbled over. The man lost his grip on the boy as he fell, and the child didn’t take any time recovering before he snatched the gun out of his father’s other hand.

His father was furious now as he slowly picked himself up out of the dirt. It was then that the boy realized that if he had the gun, and his father was coming after him, his mother would be safe. So he darted off in the direction his mother had originally told him to go, ducking under branches and struggling to stay on the path.

If he took too many steps in the wrong direction, he was likely to end up falling into the water of the swamp. And that was something he was taught very early in his young life not to do. But his father was quickly following, yelling incoherently all the way. While the boy deftly managed to avoid most of the obstacles, the man behind him just crashed through each and every one. 

The town wasn’t far, and lights were starting to come into the boy’s view as he got closer to safety. But just as he started to believe he would escape his father’s violent outburst, the man got just close enough to grab him by the back of his coat. 

“YOU AIN’T GOING ANYWHERE YOU LITTLE FUCK!”

But the boy was so close. He was so close to safety. He was so close to doing as his Momma asked of him. He was so close . 

In that very moment, something changed. The boy’s terror turned to anger as he recalled all of the horrible things his father had said and done to his mother. He thought of all the times the man hurt him, all the times he had been afraid. And it all turned into a rage that he had never before felt in his young life.

So as his father yanked him back and took the gun from his hand, the boy didn’t even stop to fear the barrel pointing down at him. He released all of his anger and shoved his father as hard as he could directly into the swamp.

He should’ve taken that moment to run, to hide, to get to Auntie’s or sprint back home to check on his mother. But instead, he looked down into the dark water, just barely illuminated by the full moon, and watched his drunken father struggle. And just then, the best thing the young boy had ever seen happened right in front of his eyes.

In the middle of splashing and cursing in the Louisiana swamp, his father suddenly went straight down into the water. The boy waited for a moment, wondering where he could’ve gone. He didn’t have to wonder for long, the man resurfaced a moment later, now clearly bleeding. 

Before the boy could question how the injury happened, the biggest gator he had ever seen came crashing up from under the surface and grabbed his father’s head right in its mouth. The man barely had the chance to make a noise before he was dragged back down into the water. 

The child took a couple of steps back from the water’s edge, but he didn’t run. He stayed put and watched. Even smiled. His father splashed his limbs around, probably trying to get his head back above water. But the reptile wasn’t allowing it, and eventually it started doing an underwater roll that tore bits of flesh from its prey’s feeble body. 

Every so often, the boy would see a webbed foot or spiked tail or bloody snout come up as his father was drowned by the gator, but even once the man had gone still, the child still watched, the smile on his face slowly growing. Growing until it was almost painful.

The animal grabbed whatever limbs were easiest to reach and shook its prey in its jaws until bones snapped and flesh tore into bits that were small enough to swallow whole. It wasn’t long before the beast had devoured the man in the water, leaving nothing more than shreds of torn clothes and a bloody shoe floating along.

The boy decided to go back home instead of to Auntie’s now that neither he nor his mother were in danger. They wouldn’t ever be again. He glanced to his side, where the light of the moon had given him his shadow. He grinned at his only friend. And for a split second, it almost looked like the shadow smiled back at him. 

The boy quickly walked back down the path, his shadow beside him. When he reached the beginning of the swamp trail he had run away on, he started to hear crying. His mother’s crying. He rushed through the backyard to find her sobbing heavily on the back steps. But when she looked up and saw the boy still alive, her eyes lit up like she had seen an angel. 

She rushed to her son, taking him in her arms with fresh tears flowing down her face. She could barely get any words out between the sobs, so the boy decided to speak instead. He rarely did, they’d even started calling him a mute. But he looked up at his mother, overflowing with relief, and repeated one of her favorite phrases, “Smile, Momma. You’re never fully dressed without one.”

Source: Do You Want To Know? Chapter 20

[zenkindoflove]

Do you have any advice for making yourself just sit down and write?

I really want to start writing again (I have not written since high school[and I’m old]) and I have so many ideas in my head but for some reason I can’t make myself write them. It’s not even writers block. It’s like fear? And not even fear about the quality of the writing. I’m super delulu and think I’ll be good at everything on the first try 😅

It’s like stage fright over writing even if it’s only for myself. I think if I can just make myself start I’ll find a groove. But I can’t make myself start.

Hey anon!

First of all "I'm super delulu and think I'll be good at everything on the first try" - Hello are you me? LMAO, this is me and my big, unnerving ego. I'm always like "oh, I think I'd fucking EAT." Even counter to evidence.

First, I want to say I relate a lot to the state you are in now. I wrote a ton when I was younger. First original stuff as a pre-teen/teen and then when I was around 16, I started writing fanfic regularly in my first fandom. I would say I wrote and posted (though I've deleted a lot of these fics since then) regularly from 2006-2012. I then had some pretty big life altering stuff happen, and I only wrote very sparingly up until late 2023 after I finished ACOTAR.

I've always thought of myself as a "writer" but during those 10 years where I wasn't really writing (fiction that is. I was writing plenty as an academic scientist going through graduate school, postdoc, and then the few years of adjuncting trying to keep my career afloat) I kind of thought that it was all just something I used to do. And then I got a new obsession with Elucien and felt like "oh, I can definitely write about this." And here I am. And I think I'm doing really well. I've really shown myself that being a writer never really leaves you. You just need the motivation, space in your life, and some discipline to do it.

Okay, but to your question, how to get started writing? Well, the answer is truly "just start writing". Which sounds like I'm blowing you off, but I think I have a few tips that might help you.

Take those daydreams that you keep having to chase away the crazy pain of life and jot down little details about them. Don't think of it as you're writing the story down. Maybe you're just making a bulleted list of the things you like to fixate on. Maybe it's capturing a cute moment with a few vibey words. Maybe you're really inspired and you write out a outline of a basic plot. Some of these may end up becoming a story down the line as you build momentum.

And if you do feel the urge, just sit down and write 100 words of a scene. No one is watching. No one will read it. It's just you and your computer. Who cares if it's fragmented sentences and half baked thoughts? And then when you return to it, maybe you realize "Oh, I could add some here, and maybe a bit there." And suddenly you're actually writing out a one-shot.

I also highly recommend looking up prompts for when you feel like your ideas are tapped out or you need just a little push to get the ball rolling.

For me, I have also made it a point to write a little bit each day or every other day. Some days nothing will happen and that's okay. But now that I've started again, writing has become a rush for me. I've really found myself again. I had such an identity crisis during the pandemic. I became a mom completely alone and isolated from friends and family. I became disillusioned with becoming a professor which I had been working towards since I was 18. And sure enough, coming back to this hobby that I did in my teens/early twenties really grounded me in the person I always have known. I just needed something that was only mine to have again.

I hope you can start that journey too, anon! And if you ever want to come off anon and chat, my DMs are always open!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fic Titles Based On Lyrics (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

a little bit of california, with a little bit of london sky (ao3) - juliawrites (twelfthnlght)

Summary: on an impulsive road trip dan plans right before their high school graduation, the truth will out.

and if we’re meant to, i’ll meet you there (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: The five times Dan and Phil meet unexpectedly and the one time they don’t.

Babydoll When It Comes To A Lover - galhowell

Summary: It’s pride month, and Phil has a crazy dream.

Break And Burn And End (Begin Again) (ao3) - twoheadlights

Summary: Where Dan is a wedding photographer and Phil is the really cute best man who wants to take him out.

Click, Click, Post (ao3) - pastelsexual

Summary: drip drip dripped in gold

quick quick quick let's go

kiss me and take off your clothes

knew you were perfect after the first kiss

took a deep breath like ooh

Close Your Eyes And I’ll Kiss You (Tomorrow I’ll Miss You) (ao3) - SimplyUndead

Summary: Summertime was the best time, if you asked either Dan Howell or Phil Lester. It was sunshine, catching waves, and no worries. When their paths cross, however, that all changes, and before either of them notices, summer becomes much more.

I Make These High Heels Work (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan explores his more feminine side when he gets a day off and spends it in from of a mirror in a dress and heels.

I Remember The Day You Told Me You Were Leaving (ao3) - TheBetterLookingTwin

Summary: Phil Lester is a songwriter and singer whose boyfriend has left him. Phil has been depressed and decided to write a song about his boyfriend that he will never get back. As he sings he remembers Dan and tries to understand what went wrong.

it’s a church of burnt romances (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: Dan backs into the car and the driver asks where he’s heading. His head swims with thoughts of Phil, and of guilt and embarrassment at how he’s subconsciously treating his friend. Whose life centres around virtues like chastity. And non-objectification goes both ways. Dan takes a few deep breaths, pressing a palm to his insistent bulge to quell his arousal. As always, it doesn’t work.

Well, he resolves, if he can’t get Phil out of his head, he’s got to get someone else into it. Or onto him, preferably.

Or, a Fleabag AU.

Retrace, Retry (ao3) - catboydan

Summary: In 2012, Dan left Manchester and Phil didn’t follow. Dan didn’t let him.

Now, it’s 2016 and Dan returns to retrace his steps and maybe, possibly, have a chance at a second try.

Since I’ve Been a Fool - darren-fucking-chriss

Summary: Only fools fall for Phil Lester, his girlfriend is the main fool.

these are the things that could make us official (ao3) - rosecolouredjosh

Summary: Dan's listening to the new Charli XCX album and one song catches his attention.

Too Long to the Weekend (ao3) - in_too_deep_geronimo

Summary: Simple, just take a break from thinking about all of the wondrous qualities of Phil Lester and what it would be like to live with him full time, alone from either of their parents and the rest of the world.

Trying to Remember How it Feels (To Have a Heartbeat) (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Dan moves into a new apartment in London and, though it’s a step up from his old apartment, his landlord gives him strange warnings while he’s touring the place-- something about the last renters leaving because of ghost sightings. But, Dan doesn’t believe in the supernatural. He quickly changes his tune when he meets Phil Lester, the ghost haunting his apartment. Well, if haunting means quickly becoming the best friend he’s ever had.

vanilla softserve sort of day (ao3) - zsunsetz

Summary: dan doesn't want to go outside today, but when his best friend and crush phil lester turns up at his doorstep...well, he had to change his plans a little

Won’t You Help Me Sober Up - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan finds himself at a party that he most definitely shouldn’t be at, but he also finds himself being reuniting with an old friend.

You don’t have to say I love you (ao3) - super_phan_natural

Summary: To say I Love You.

Based off the song “for him.” by Troye Sivan, this story takes place in Manchester, England. Phil Lester is a student at Parrs Wood High School, with his head in the clouds. But when he spots the rather under-appreciated Dan Howell, he learns about the people around him, and himself. Self discovery, learning about fighting back and finding the best things in the darkest of times, this story is meant to help those who are going through a lot. TW for bullying and homophobic remarks in chapter 1 and 2, but otherwise safe.

You're Toxic I'm Slipping Under (fanfiction.net) - gracezodiac

Summary: After watching one of Phil's videos, Dan's perception of him changes completely. How will Dan deal with his sudden sexual confusion?

[kaatiba]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals (/Followers)

tagged by @samplewriting (thank you!) and tagging: @malglories, @faytelumos, @treesandwords, whoever is seeing this and wants to play!

(no obligation or expectation to if you’d rather not!)

Are you named after anyone?

Yup, one of the first martyrs in Islam. I definitely think this is the reason for certain tendencies of mine

When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago, off and on for about four hours lol

Do you have kids?

Nope. I like the idea of having kids but not so sure about carrying them nor being responsible for doing right by them for their entire lives.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah lol, but I try not to be mean at someone with it.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Mmmm how they look? I’m a visual learner and I have a visual based memory. I remember faces more than anything else. I recognize strangers I’ve never spoken to after years sometimes.

What's your eye color?

Dark brown. My sis and dad have the type of brown eyes that go tawny in the sun, it’s very cool. Mine are too dark for that. 

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! Scary movies linger with me for too long, and I make it a point not to watch kdramas, for example, if they don’t have happy endings. Otherwise I’ll be sad for a good long while.

Any special talent?

Uh......I don’t think so? Oh, I can wiggle my ears lol.

Where were you born?

In my childhood home, which is the more interesting answer :P

What are your hobbies?

Writing og works and fic (though it should probably be ‘writing’), crochetting (newbie at it tho!), reading, watching k-dramas, learning Korean, collecting kpop albums, swimming, walking (that’s totally a hobby), teaching English (also another hobby)

Have you any pets?

One rescue cat from Dubai. I love her. Used to have a lovebird (also a rescue) but she passed away a few years ago. I also used to have three cockatiels, but two escaped and were never found, and the third we returned to his mom because he was lonely without his siblings.

What sports do you play/have played?

Used to play soccer (badly). That’s about it. If I could go back in time I’d do track maybe.

How tall are you?

5’7”

Favorite subject in school?

In high school: English! Very typical of me I know. My Gr. 12 social studies course was also amazing though, due to the coolest teacher in the world who got us all super engaged. My favourite uni courses was my Shakespeare course with one specific professor (I literally took like, 5 of his different Shakespeare courses and later got the opportunity to vote him for head of the English department or something like that).

Dream job?

I do not dream of labour fr fr. But since I live in a capitalist hellscape society: something that allows me to work from home with minimal oversight so I can live abroad/in a cottage somewhere, not be tied down to an office, can set my own hours, and get paid a living wage without having to commit to useless hours where I do nothing because my actual tasks only take 2 to 3 hours max.

...I’m bitter and burnt out, if you couldn’t tell, even though my current job is the best I’ve ever had. (I work in a library).

[scottybrock]

The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined. 

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck. 

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. 

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.” 

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully. 

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested. 

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do. 

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do. 

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table. 

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots. 

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly. 

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?” 

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?” 

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.” 

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin. 

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.” 

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer. 

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied. 

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

[rnebbie]

I’m Just A Kid (Request)

Deadpool x teen!reader, Wade Wilson x teen!reader

Request: could you do like a deadpool x teen reader where she has powers and is trying to be a superhero and he finds her after a fight that didn't go too well and just kind of. takes her as some sort of protege. thx in advance

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: none I don’t think!! (Lmk if I’m incorrect)

(A/n) hey y’all heres a fic brought to u by covid… anyway this is so long idk what happened but I really just do not like it at all! But anyway as I was writing this I was thinking of y/n as a Peter Parker type character and maybe their dynamic with wade is like Peter and Tony :) also I did not proof read this massive fic so if there’s stuff I did wrong that’s why and don’t hesitate to let me know loooll also lmk if u want to be added to my tag list love u guuuyysss

You went from being just an average high schooler to someone capable of doing things you saw on the news. And you didn’t know how to control it.

It was your little secret with yourself. You didn’t let anyone else know because you didn’t know what you’d say to them, and you wouldn’t know how to prove it to them. That would be embarrassing, and a part of you still wanted to live your normal life.

But you couldn’t just live with these powers and pretend like they weren’t there. You did that during the day at school. But when you were alone and you could be yourself, you had to help people.

A part of you was already a hero before you got these powers. Always looking out for others and rooting for the underdog. This was just what you were used to doing and your recently received powers didn’t change your view on life or the value of it, they just changed your ability to help people.

So every day after you were finished with homework and you were free until dinner, you went out and helped the people of your city. Crime rates were high enough and the police in your city is corrupt. So you figured you could help out…

Usually, it was just scaring burglars away from small businesses, or helping an old woman carry her bags back to her car, or finding a lost dog with a collar and turning it in, or occasionally walking near a lone woman to make sure she got back to her car safe without anyone preying on her.

But tonight after you were finished patrolling the city, you decided to stop at your favorite sandwich shop and get something for dinner. You pull off your ski mask with eye holes cut out, your fingerless gloves, your zip-up hoodie, and boots that you bought in 7th grade with ‘I know I’ll have a use for these someday’ in mind. You shove them in your backpack and throw them in the alley next to the sandwich shop.

You walk in and greet the owner who knows you by name. “Hey, y/n.” He smiles at you. You see one man with scars all over his face in the shop at a table in the far corner typing away at something on his computer, but he looks up for a moment when you walk in. You avoid eye contact like the antisocial person you are.

“Hi, how are you doing?” You ask, reaching into your back pocket for cash, as he’s already started making your usual order that you haven’t changed since you were 11.

“Slow day. Glad to see you. How was your day?” He asks.

You sigh and shake your head. “Simple. Had a math test. I aced it.” You smile, and reach into your front pockets to check for your cash, where is it?

“Hey! Good job, y/n. I’m proud of you, kid.” He says. You smile at him in return.

Suddenly you realize your cash must’ve fallen out of your pocket while you were on patrol. Someone roughly pushed you on the ground after you broke up a fight between two people outside of a grocery store. That was probably when.

“Goddamn it.” You mutter and rub your eyes. Now that you think about it, your back hurts from the fall. And you were just really hungry but now you can’t get dinner. “I’m sorry, sir. But I must’ve lost my cash somewhere. I can't pay, so I can't eat. You can put it in your fridge and I’ll buy it next time I’m here if it’s easier for you.” You ramble. You feel terrible, especially because of how often this happens now that you patrol. And how much money you’ve lost that you could’ve used.

The shop owner sighs, “don’t worry about it, you can buy it next time you’re here. You know I’d give it to you but I’ve already given you a few free sandwiches this month and the supplies are starting to not add up to the budget. Sorry, kid.”

You nod. You’re not upset that he won’t give it to you, you’re just embarrassed.

The man in the corner suddenly appears behind you. You get a better look at the scars on his face and try not to wince, but you do step back and tremble slightly at his height and the fact that this random man just appeared out of nowhere.

“How much is it? $6? I’ll pay for it.” He says. You shake your head quickly, “oh, oh no that’s fine. I don’t need it, I'm not even hungry, it's okay.” You assure him. You’re not the type of person to let a random man pay for your food, even if he offers or you’re starving.

“No, I insist. Everyone deserves to eat.” The owner wraps the sandwich in parchment paper and the man hands cash to the owner and grabs the sandwich from his hands and hands it to you.

You blink and slowly reach to take it from his hands, “thank you, Mr,”

“Wilson. Wade Wilson. Call me Wade, don’t call me Mr. Wilson. I’m not a teacher.” He rambles. You stare up at him confused but nod when you’re sure he’s done.

“Thank you.” You say again. He nods and walks back to his table. You smile at the owner before walking out of the door to grab your backpack from the alleyway next to the shop and walk home.

You unwrap your sandwich and start to eat it while walking home. The sun has set and it’s rather dark, the only source of light is that of the light illuminating from the lamp posts.

As you go to take a bite from your sandwich, someone from behind you shoves you forward and you nearly fall flat on the pavement in front of you. But they grab your shirt from behind and yank you up. You turn around to look at them and notice him as the person who you stopped from fighting someone else outside of the grocery store earlier. He did push you, after all. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been following you for the rest of the day, waiting for the right moment to attack you.

He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and you feel like you’re being bullied, like the streets around you might as well be lockers in your high school hallway. “Stupid kid, I hit that person outside the store cause they hit me first. I never lose a fight. Ever. And you fucked up my tally!” He says. He goes to punch you, but your instinct is to duck, and because of that, he misses and punches the air. You come back up and hit him in the face, “there are two sides to every story.” You say, before opening your backpack to put your mask on, just in case anyone walks by, you wouldn’t want your identity to be revealed.

He tries to fight you for a minute or two, confused as to why a teenager can fight as well as you can. Your goal isn’t to fight or beat people up, it’s to help those in need. But you figure it’s needed as of now, and you defend yourself.

Unexpectedly, as you prepare for a hit to the face, the man knees you in the stomach and knocks the wind out of you. You cough and fall to the ground. “That’s fucked.” You say, Trying to catch your breath.

“You’re fucked.” The man says and kicks your side. At this point, you’re too tired. You’ve already been fighting him for like two minutes and the man knocked you on the ground earlier. You already went through school and did all your homework in your comfy bed before coming out and doing so much work. Not to mention you went to bed late last night because of homework and woke up for school at 6:00. You’re not built for this, so you consider just letting this man kick you and beat you up till he’s satisfied so you can at least lay on the ground and not have to fight back.

As you’re letting him kick you over and over again, Wade from the sandwich shop suddenly appears behind the man as he appeared behind you earlier. Except he looks ready to fight. And he does. He fucks your assaulter up.

You take a few deep breaths as Wade is punching the guy like a madman and stand up, stumbling a little at the toll this guy took on your body. But you’ll be fine.

You watch wade simply beat this guy up and figure it’s going nowhere. While watching the two of them go at it in all your exhaustion you yawn and ball your fists. Out of your hands, you cause a plasma blast to shoot towards the man’s face, nearly blinding him. He’s passed out, Though.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you drop your hero gig, and your natural human instincts of empathy kick in. You run towards him to make sure you didn’t blind him.

You bend down to the man Wade was just beating up, but Wade stands above you. You don’t know what his expression is or what he’s thinking cause you’re too worried you just killed this man. But then you hear his voice come from above you, “Bro you just lasered that guy in the eye, how did you do that?” He asks.

“I don’t know! I didn’t know I could!” You ramble on, scared he’s gonna turn you in to the police.

“Who are you?” He asks, you look up at him.

You wait for some heroic sentence to come out of your mouth, but at the end of the day, you’re still just you. ���Uhh, y/n?”

He scoffs. “You’re just a kid…” he says as you pull your ski mask off, you stand up, ignoring the man unconscious on the ground.

“I’m a teenager, actually. Please don’t tell the cops or the sandwich shop owner. I have a good bond with him.” You beg him with wide eyes.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but we better get out of here before he wakes up and remembers.” Wade says, grabbing your hand to lead you away.

“No! I’m sorry. But I have to go home…” you say as he tries to pull you away from the opposite direction of home.

“Wha- you have to go home? What is so much more important at your home than the task at hand right now?” He asks with an angry but joking tone.

You’re silent for a second, your face heats up because you’re not lying and it’s a little embarrassing as you just tried to prove that you’re not just a kid, “I have school in the morning.” You say truthfully.

Wade stares at you like you just said something utterly shocking, and he looks very amused. “Even after I bought you your dinner?” He says, slightly smiling. But you felt guilty about that and don’t find it funny.

You scoff, “I’ll pay you back every penny of the $6, asshole.” you look at your watch and realize it’s 30 minutes till your bedtime, and your mom's gonna flip out.

“Dude I have to go home. If you want to talk about it so you don’t turn me in to the police, great. I’ll give you my number.” You grab your backpack off your shoulders to tear a piece of notebook out and write your number and hand it to him. He hasn’t said anything.

“Don’t call before 8:00 or after 9:00. And don’t call in the morning either, if you want to speak to me. I don’t have a cellphone, it’s the landline. And my mom doesn’t know so if she answers just hang up. Or else I’ll get grounded.”

He bursts into laughter and you narrow your eyes, finding it kinda rude. “Bye.” You say and turn around to run back to your house. He doesn’t follow you.

-

The next day around 3:00 while your mom is still at work and you're standing in the kitchen of your apartment looking for something to eat, the phone rings. “Y/l/n residence, this is y/n speaking, how may I help you?” You say after you pick up the phone.

On the other line, you hear laughter. “You answer the phone like that?” The voice says, which you recognize as wade. You’ve honestly forgotten about last night since you once again aced a test today.

“Oh my god. What? What do you want?” You say, annoyed because it’s like he laughs at everything you do. It’s like he’s trying to prove that you’re just a dumb kid, but he’s calling you for some reason, so it doesn’t make sense to you.

“Woah, be careful what you say, I’m the only reason you’re not in juvy right now.” He answers. You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see.

“I’m a little busy at the moment, what do you need?” You say, as you put a cup of noodles in the microwave and press the start button.

You can tell he tries not to laugh, “Yeah, sounds like it. I need your help in all of your superpower glory.” He goes on about this bad guy who he needs help defeating, even though you wonder why there’s not a better recruit to help him over a teenager.

“Me? Why me? I don’t even know what I can do. The thing you saw last night, with the lasers and stuff, that’s the first time I’ve done that and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it again.” You say honestly, sitting on the counter.

“This city doesn’t have an overwhelming amount of superheroes to choose from. You deal with what you get, and I could really use your help. You know, just crack a few skulls, stop a few guys…” he trails off.

“What!? I can’t just kill people, wade!” You furrow your brows angrily out of instinct. You know he can’t see but you wish he could. You’re good at acting angry, it’s probably the hormones.

“I didn’t ask you to kill them! I’m just asking you to… you know, fuck them up like you usually do.” He quickly says, but you think it’s just out of defiance and he just wants your help whatever that may take.

“Wade, I’m not as powerful as you saw last night. I’m worried about that guy, what if I really hurt him?” You say sadly, your eyes water up and you’re glad he’s not there in person to see because that would be embarrassing. But you take the privilege of you being home alone and let yourself feel whatever emotions are necessary.

Wade sighs, probably upset that this phone call seems to have turned into a therapy session, “You know what vigilantes do?” He asks.

You scoff, “Wade, I’m not a vigilante.” You say.

“I’m not saying you're a vigilante, damn, let me finish!” He angrily says over the phone. You widen your eyes, “fine.”

He starts again, “Vigilantes do what needs to be done to bad people for the sake of good people. If you had to kill one bad person to save 100, would you?” He asks.

You shake your head and take a few seconds to answer. “I don’t kill people. That’s wrong, I’m not… I’m not a cop. I’m not a murderer, and I’m sure as hell not a vigilante. I’m just a kid.” You clarify sadly.

Wade scoffs, “A badass kid with superhero powers, but okay. I’ll let you go.” He says and you can hear him getting ready to hang up, but you can’t just leave him hanging.

“Wait, wade,” you close your eyes and hope you’re not making the wrong decision.

“I’m listening,” he says.

“I'll need your help learning how to fight.” You say.

-

For the past few weeks, you’ve been training with wade. You’ve learned how to fight better, and you’ve even beat him in half your training matches. But he assures you it’s only because he ‘let you win’.

You’ve learned more of what your powers are and what you’re capable of, but you’re still not entirely sure since you just keep finding more and more things you can do. But you’ve learned enough about yourself to navigate your powers and to win in a fight to pretty much anyone. That’s why Wade has stopped fighting you one on one, even if he tries to convince you it’s because it’s ‘too easy for him’.

He’s introduced you to more people you two would be fighting with when you fight with this big bad boss guy. You’re much more powerful than everyone else, but you’re not one to boast.

When the day of the fight comes, it’s getting closer to the fight. And as you're walking to the place you’re going to supposedly be battling, you confide in wade.

“You know, I’ve never done this before. This isn’t me. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. Maybe I should sit this one out.” You say as the two of you are setting up booby traps.

“What? Y/n you’re the more powerful one here, except for me of course. We need you.” He says, looking over at you.

“Well, I just hope I don’t mess the entire battle up. What if I ruin it for everyone else? Not everyone is like, immortal or whatever you are.” You say, your mind drifting to all the worst possibilities you can imagine.

“You’ve been practicing. I wouldn’t ask you to help if I thought you were gonna mess it up, I wouldn’t send a kid on a suicide mission. This’ll be easy for you.” He says.

You smile and nod, choosing to believe him.

The fight is so easy, while fighting something awakens in you that’s even more powerful than what you’ve seen before. You fight with ease.

But you take a minute too long and when you go to attack the enemy, they attack you first and you go tumbling to the ground. You don’t know how long it is but Wade fights right by your unconscious body and after a little while he defeats who he was going for and he bends down to focus on you.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” He asks, you open your eyes and regain consciousness.

“I’m fine, I’m okay… my ribs really hurt, wade…” you say quietly.

“I know, I know. I called an ambulance and they're on the way.” He says, helping you sit up.

“Okay. Alright,” you say, holding your ribs.

“You took a hard fall, but you did it. You beat them. I couldn’t have done it without you, y/n. You did great. Thank you.” He says, you smile slightly, feeling proud of yourself and your team, especially Wade for helping you so much.

“Yeah yeah, well I learn from the best,” You smile. “Are you okay?” You ask him.

Wade chuckles, “yeah, I can’t die, remember?”

You both laugh and soon the ambulance comes to pick you up. Minor injuries, you’re fine.

-

A few days after the fight when you’re nearly recovering you two meet in the park to go over everything that happened. Wade thanks you and you thank him and you guys plan to spend more time together so he can continue to train you.

“Thank you for helping me figure everything out. I’m glad I got to fight with you. It was exhilarating.” You say.

“I’m glad you fought with me, too. I would’ve lost if it wasn’t for you.” He says.

“Well, at least you wouldn’t have died. How are your ribs, by the way? You jokingly ask him, and he chuckles.

“My mom keeps asking where I’m going, I told her I started taking violin lessons again,” You start, but the thought makes Wade start to chuckle. “Don’t,” You say, and scowl at him.

“Don’t tell my mom. She’ll freak out if she finds out I'm some sort of superhero.” You ask him. He nods.

“I won’t. But hey, you’ve gotta teach me some violin facts if that’s the cover we’re using. You can't just let that information go to waste.” He jokes and gets up to leave the park.

You laugh lightly and also stand up to part ways. “Yeah, you train me, and in return, I’ll teach you a few songs on the violin.” You tell him.

When he starts to walk away you forget you brought something for him and call after him, “wait, wade!” You say and run after him.

He turns around, “what’s up?” He looks down at you and you reach into your pocket.

You hand him some crumpled dollar bills. “Here’s my $6 for the sandwich, by the way.”

-

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[jerzwriter]

Haunting

Book:                   Open Heart (Pre-Series/Hopkins Days)

Featuring:           Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff

Summary:           Tobias plans a Halloween double date with Ethan. He insists it's foolproof, but who ends up the fool in the end?

Words:                 Approx 2000

A/N:                     So the ask about haunted houses this morning inspired this! It’s a quick and fun fic, didn’t have time to proofread much, I hope you enjoy it.  😊

Participating in @choices-september-challenge-blog - Day - "What are you smiling at?" and @choicesficwriterscreations "Let's Hear it for the Boys".

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

The rattling of keys in the door distracted Ethan from his studies. Even more distracting was the mischievous grin on Tobias’s face as he entered. It was at least twice the size it normally was, and Ethan knew that could only mean trouble.

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested,” Ethan muttered before returning his focus to his books.

“Ramsey!” He simpered. “Ramsey, Ramsey, Ramsey! Not only are you going to be interested, you are going to be thanking me.”

He pulled four tickets out from his coat pocket, fanning them dramatically before tossing them at Ethan.

“Clear your calendar Saturday, and decide what fine specimen you’re gonna bring along because it will be your lucky night.”

Ethan eyed Tobias suspiciously before lifting a ticket, an annoyed scowl on his face. 

“The Nevermore Haunt?” Ethan asked incredulously before dropping the ticket. “Yeah, hard pass.”

Tobias leaned against the kitchen counter and popped open a can of soda. “Oh,” he chuckled. “It will be hard, alright!”

“Come again?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah,” he grinned, taking a gulp from the can, “You could probably do that too.”

 Ethan removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I’m trying to study….”

“Chill out,” he said, handing his friend a can of soda. “I’ll be studying in a minute too. But all work and no play makes Ethan a very dull boy. Just look at me as your guardian angel.”

Ethan finally relented, unable to contain the smile on his face. “You and the word angel should never be in the same sentence, Tobias. Can we just establish that as law?”

“Maybe if we were in law school,” Tobias shrugged, “but I see no need for it here.”

“So, since you’ve already sidetracked me, why am I supposed to be excited about this?”

“Because it is the scariest freaking place on the East Coast outside of Dr. Coleman’s bedroom.”

Ethan raised a brow. “You’ve been to Dr. Coleman’s bedroom?”

“We don’t speak of it,” his friend answered firmly. “But trust me, it’s scary. We went to Nevermore last year, and my buddy Carlos almost shit himself.”

“Well, if your goal is to get your buddy Ethan to shit himself this year, you’re out of luck. I won’t be going.”

“Why?” Tobias asked with a shocked expression. “Don’t worry, Carlos is a liberal arts major. They can’t handle the shit we can. You’ll be fine.”

“Maybe so,” Ethan agreed, “but haunted houses just aren’t my thing.”

“They don’t have to be. Jesus, do I have to teach you everything?”  Tobias shook his head. “Ethan, I’m bringing Tracey….”

“The redhead in our chemistry class? The one with the….” Ethan held his hands in front of his chest. 

“That very one. And when she is all screaming and scared, well… I’ll be too happy to console.”

Ethan let out a sigh. “So essentially, you’re going to cop a cheap feel?”

“Hell no!” Tobias exclaimed. “I mean, maybe high school era Tobias would have done this, but this is med school level Tobias. He’s in it for the gratitude afterward.”

“You’re a horrible human being,” Ethan snickered.

“Oh, am I? Are you telling me you never once took a date to a scary movie?”

Ethan’s cheeks reddened as a look of shame spread on his face. “Well, there was Becky Forrester during freshman year of college.”

“SEE! Don’t act all holier than thou. This place is ten times more frightening than any movie you can dig up. So only one question remains, who ya bringing?”

Ethan looked out the window, a melancholy look on his face. There was only one person he was interested in, but their friend Vincenza was now firmly coupled with a third-year student. He and Tobias were lucky to even see her these days. Tobias knew that look, even understood it, but it was his mission to get his buddy over this.

“Ethan, Chenza is coupled up. I know she’s quite the catch, but she’s also off the market... unless...  you want to try to get her back on it.”

“I’m not about to do that!” he answered with disgust.

“Good answer!” Tobias gleamed, “but then you have no business sitting home on Saturday night. So, who ya gonna bring?”

~~~~~ 

Saturday night arrived, and Ethan and Tobias were meeting their dates at the quad. Tobias’s smile widened as a beautiful redhead sashayed in his direction.

“Tracey,” he sang, biting his lower lip. “How do you manage to look more beautiful every time I see you.”

Ethan rolled his eyes as Tracey slipped under Tobias’s arm. “Please, tell me those pathetic lines don’t work on you,” he implored.

“This isn’t our first rodeo,” Tracey bubbled as she snuggled closer to Tobias. “I don’t mind the flattery, even if I know it’s bullshit.”

The smile shed from T’s face, “Hey!”

“I’m just teasing!” She laughed. “But where’s your date, Ethan.”

“Yeah,” Tobias jumped on, “don’t tell me the scariest part of her night was the thought of going out with you?”

“Not quite,” a beautiful brunette with warm, brown eyes stepped up, slipped her arm into Ethan’s, and then extended her hand to Tobias and Tracy. “Hi, I’m Ava.”

“Ava,” Tobias smiled, shooting Ethan a look of approval. “So lovely to meet you, and I haven’t seen you around campus. Do you go here?”

“Yes,” she replied, “but I spend most of my time in the library. Probably why we haven’t met.”

“Hey, I’m second in my class so far, hon!” Tobias chuckled.

“And if you were in the library more, perhaps you’d be number one,” Ethan smirked.

“All right, all right. I like her. Now let’s get the hell out of here. Once we’re at Nevermore, all of you will be taken down a peg or two,” Tobias grinned.

Ethan shook his head with a smile. “We’ll see about that… buddy.”

The group arrived at Nevermore, and the eerie music outside already had Tracey on edge. 

“You’ve been here before,” she said to T. “Are you sure it isn’t too scary.”

“Everyone’s always made it out alive, sugar. I won’t worry.”

“Besides,” Ethan offered. “You have big, bad Tobias to protect you. If he doesn’t end up slipping as he runs away in his designer shoes, that is.”

“You talk a big game, Ramsey. But I’m the only one who has ever made it through this place multiple times.”

“Are they always like this?” Ava asked Tracy.

“No,” she smiled. “Usually, they’re worse.”

Once inside, the fun really began. Between the darkness, smoke, and blinding strobe lights flashing all around, it was almost impossible to see where they were going.

“I don’t like this,” Tracey whimpered. “They’re going to jump out at us at any moment now, aren’t they.”

“Probably,” Ethan sighed. “Just know it’s coming, then you won’t be so scared when it….”

A giant ghoul with pointed talons jumped out in front of them. You could barely hear the screams, coming from everyone except Tobias, over the creatures deafening, guttural cries. A chuckling Tobias took Tracey’s hand and motioned for the group to follow him as they rushed down another black-lit hallway.

“We should be fine if we go this….”

The harsh sounds of two chainsaws cut him off, and the mutants carrying them began rushing in their direction.

“I know this is all fake,” Tracey cried, “but I want to leave. It’s too scary!”

Ethan caught Tobias winking in his direction as he pulled Tracy closer under his arm. 

“Don’t worry, Darlin. It will be over before you know it!”

“Tracey,” Ethan interrupted through gasping breath as they all ran away. “Remember, state law prohibits them from coming within more than two feet of us. So no matter how scary, you’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Tracey cried. “You’re not just making that up, are you?”

“No, I looked up the law today.”

“Wow,” Ava eyed him, clearly impressed. “You are smart.”

“I like to be prepared,” Ethan smiled brightly. Ava chuckled at his teeth glowing brightly in the purple light.

“Why didn’t you know that, T?” Tracey spat. 

“What’s the fun in knowing?” he answered.

Suddenly, the solid ground they were running on turned wobbly. They tried to keep their footing as they ran over a suspension bridge. 

“What the fuck is this, T!” Tracey yelled.

“It’s just a bridge, dear, it’s….”

“It’s scary! I want to leave!”

Tobias chuckled as he pulled her near, but she pushed him away. “It’s not funny!”

“No, it’s not,” Ethan reassured her. “I see an exit sign a head, all in favor….”

“AYE!” was screamed by all except Tobias.

“You guys have to be kidding me! We’re not even halfway through!”

“Oh, we’re more than halfway,” Ethan assured, “because we’re going right out that….”

“AGGGHHH!” The group screamed again when a host of actors dressed as zombies appeared before them and blocked the door.

Ava had her face buried in Ethan’s sweater, and Tracey lurched back, directly under Ethan’s other arm.

“All right, guys, I don’t know what you’re paid for this gig, but we all know you’re actors, not real zombies, and we’re headed right for that door,” Ethan scowled.

“Yeah, and if you come within two feet of me, I’ll sue!” Tracey yelled.

"I can't believe this," Tobias groaned as they barrelled out the door, letting out sighs of relief as they stepped onto the well-lit Baltimore street as onlookers at the bar across the street laughed and cheered. 

“Look at that,” Tobias gestured, “they're laughing at us because we’re quitters.”

He went to put his arm around Tracey, but she wasn’t there. Turning around, he found her still under Ethan’s arm and Ava nestled under the other.

“Uhh, what’s wrong with this picture?” Tobias asked.

“Nothing!” Tracey replied. “You were too busy thinking it was funny, but Ethan understood me!”

“He was just scared himself!” Tobias insisted.

“Yes, so I was relatable,” Ethan winked.

“Very funny,” Tobias laughed, “Why don’t we go get something to eat now, since fun time is over.”

“No, I don’t want to go out. I’m still terrified, and I just want to go home,” Tracey insisted.

“Trace,” Tobias spoke, rubbing his thumb against her cheek, “if I thought you’d be this frightened, I would never have taken you. I’m sorry, why don’t I drop Ethan and Ava off at the restaurant, and then we can go to your place.”

“You can drop them off,” she said, “but I’m taking a Xanax and going to sleep with my bedroom door locked. So you’re not coming over.”

Ethan tried to contain his laughter, but s snort escaped him nevertheless. Tobias shook his head in surrender as they walked to his car. 

“Fine. We’ll bring you home then, and I guess I’ll third wheel it with you two over dinner.”

“Uhh, no, you won’t,” Ava interjected as Tobias shot her a questioning look.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, beaming up at Ethan. “But you were really impressive tonight. What do you say we skip dinner out and order in back at my place instead. Just the two of us.”

Ethan smirked toward Tobias, who stood slackjawed by his car.

“You have to be kidding me,” he exclaimed.

“Nope,” Ava smiled. “Not at all.”

“Fine,” Tobias surrendered. “Just get in the car. I’ll give you a lift home.”

“No need,” Ava grinned. “I live three blocks away. We can walk it.”

“Oh, you do?” Tracey enthused. “Can I walk with you then? I’m just two blocks down.”

“Sure, happy to get you home,” Ethan beamed.

“Wha... Tracey? You don’t want me to drive you?”

“Nope, in this traffic? I’ll get home faster walking. And like I said, I just REALLY want to get home. But thanks for the offer, T.  I’ll see you on campus Monday."

Tobias cursed under his breath as he slipped into the driver's seat. Looking back over his shoulder, Ethan asked the women if they’d just give him a minute, then he approached Tobias’s still parked car with a shit-eating grin. Tobias looked up with annoyance, which quickly melted into bemusement as his friend approached.

“OK, wise-ass… what are you smiling about?”

“I just wanted to say you were right, Tobias. I do want to thank you. It was a wonderful night.”

“You know,” Tobias grinned, “if you cared about me, you would have stopped right after the part when you said I was right.”

“Yeah,” Ethan laughed, “well, who said I cared? You ok? Tracey dumping you hasn’t permanently wounded your ego, has it?”

“MY Ego,” Tobias simpered, “Please. It’ll take more than that. Besides, I have a backup. Always have a backup, buddy. You sure you don’t want a ride.”

“I’m good.”

“Then I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

“Yeah, about that…,” Ethan winked. “Don’t wait up.”

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kinktober day three: edging [seventeen’s mingyu]

fic type: drabble

pairing: sub! mingyu x hard dom! reader

genre: pure filthy smut i need jesus

word count: 1k (i wrote this in school please help)

warning: [nsfw] pwp, dom! reader, sub! idol, degradation (use of whore and slut), miss kink, orgasm denial, mingyu’s a brat lol, fwb, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), use of sex toys, begging, and obviously edging [smut under the cut]

the gasps and pants that filled the room echoed off the walls and you hummed in delight, twirling your pen swiftly.

glancing at your phone, you see that ten minutes have passed. “c’mon, gyu. you know what you’ve done to deserve this.” your voice is less threatening and harsh but more commanding and stern.

soft and muffled whimper fills the room as you roll your eyes and get up. “i told you to behave and yet you disobeyed me,” you pout, holding onto the small, pink controller. “do i have to make you my dumb whore again to remind you who you belong to?”

removing the gag, you see the way he glared at you. “you’re not my partner, y/n– you don’t get to tell me what to do– ah!” he lets out a moan as you increase the speed of the vibrator that’s pressed against his cock, another one in his ass.

arms tied above his head, he tugs against your restraints futilely. you grin at his words, index finger tapping your cheek slowly. “let’s see how long it takes to break you, hmm? you may be a strong and big man on the outside, mingyu, but soon you’ll be begging for me to let you cum like the slut you are.”

and of course you were right.

it only took another ten minutes for him to start begging to cum. “oh my god, i’m sorry, y/n, please– ah fuck, please let me cum, i promise i’ll be good!”

you sigh, crawling next to him before taking off the vibrator and setting it aside, but immediately stimulating his cock again. you wrap your hand around it, pumping it at an excruciatingly slow pace as mingyu whined, throwing his head back in pleasure.

your hands provided a warmth and grip that the vibrator didn’t and along with the one he had in his ass, it felt as if his senses were being overwhelmed.

“fuck, y/n, please!” he gasped, trying to thrust his hips upwards, but your hand held them down firmly.

“this is a punishment, mingyu. you don’t get to cum until i say so and if you do,” you warn him with a deep chuckle. “i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a month.”

the thought of not cumming for a month brought mingyu’s self-control back as he nodded, groaning when you started moving faster. “such a cheap whore for me, hmm?” you grin, staring into his eyes as he gasped, back arching off the back. “could the others make you feel like this, hmm? could they make you melt and moan like the slut you are?”

the way mingyu moaned and thrusted his hips was an indication that he was going to come soon, so you stopped moving, giving his cock a squeeze as he cried out, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. you look down at him, admiring the way he looked up at you needly.

“m-miss– ahhh, please,” he begged as you waited it out, allowing him to return from the high he nearly hit before you begin to move even faster than before. “o-oh, fuck,” he dragged his words out, drool trickling down the side of his lips as you giggle. “please– let me cum!”

“not yet, mingyu. this is a punishment and you’re going to endure another hour of this, you hear me?” you say, the slick and wet sound of his cock in your hand echoing off the walls. “and if you beg me nicely enough, maybe i’ll let you cum.”

and for another hour, you repeated the same actions over and over again. you would wait till he was going to cum, his eyes rolling back with his legs shaking before you stopped abruptly, not giving him the satisfaction of reaching his high.

by the end of the hour, mingyu could barely form a coherent sentence and you loved that. “well, i think you’ve been toyed with enough, hmm?” you grin as he nods, tears pooling down his cheeks as it stained your bedsheets. “you’ve been my good whore, i’m going to let you cum in me. does that sound good?”

mingyu sat up quickly, nodding a little too enthusiastically in your opinion, but you didn’t care. discarding your panties, you climb on top of him.

grabbing his pulsating red cock to align with your pussy, your cool touch on his hot cock making him hiss, but when you sank down, mingyu was so sure he was going to cum right there and then.

you moan softly, allowing yourself to adjust to his large size before you begin to move, the stimulation getting to him before you had even began. “oh my fucking god! shit,” he hissed as you took his hand, guiding it to your pussy and his thick fingers begin to rub your clit.

“that’s right, such a good whore for miss, hmm?” you groan, moving even faster, chasing the high you had been craving as mingyu let out soft whimpers. “tell me gyu: who’s whore are you, hmm? who’s the only one who can use you like the common slut you are?”

“you! you, miss!” he sobbed, thrusting his hips lazily into you. “i’m only a whore for you! i’m your slut!” he whined, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. “fuck, miss, can i cum please? please, please, please, let your whore come!”

you chuckle, tightening around him as he gasped loudly while you leaned in, blowing at his ear. “cum for me, my beautiful whore.”

and with that, mingyu let out a loud whine of your name, hips stuttering as you too reached your peak. you moan softly, hips coming to a halt as mingyu slowed down before his hips too came to a halt.

letting out a heavy breath, you grin. “so? will you be disobeying me from now on, gyu?” you ask as he stares blankly before a small smirk curls onto his face.

“if it means you calling me a slut and coming in your pussy? hell fucking yeah.”

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Happier Than Ever [T.H]

“[...] that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything, And all that you did was make me fucking sad. So don't waste the time I don't have. Don't try to make me feel bad.” -Billie Eilish (Happier Than Ever)

Summary: After another disastrous date with your boyfriend, a handsome British stranger is left to help you pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and relearn your self-worth.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: swearing, slut-shaming, implications of drinking, typos (i’ll go back through later and fix them)

a/n: i’m so so so happy with how this turned out! Billie Eilish’s new album definitely gave me the motivation i needed to get this fic finished and out. i really love her new songs and i think she did a great job with this most recent album. i hope you guys love this fic as much as i do, and as always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! love you!

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“Love is like a contractual agreement,” Your sister had told you once, “you promise to be faithful and love him, and in return, he is faithful and loves you. It’s a very simple concept at its core.” You were only eleven when she began to shed her wisdom and insights on love, and since you were so close, you ate up every lie she fed you.

In the end, she never knew anything about love. She probably never even felt it. She just wanted to give you hope. Hope that maybe love in your life would be different. She had just called off her engagement to her boyfriend after finding out he was married. That was the hardest day of her life. And though it wasn’t hard for you in the same sense as it was to her. It taught you something more valuable than she ever did. It taught you that she had no idea what love is. She never knew, and your whole life she kept telling you that love was perfect and happy, but in reality, love was messy and complicated, and it hurt more than it healed. 

At least, that’s how Ryan was. 

After you realized your sister was giving you false hope, you did what no twenty-something year old should do; you settled. 

You settled with your high school sweetheart even though you knew the flame was dying. Even though you were unhappy most days and alone most nights. You settled. You settled because this must be love. If love isn’t perfection and bliss, then this must be it. This must be as good as it gets.

“Are you ready to order, Miss?” The waitress asked as she strolled up to your table. 

“Sorry,” You shook your head, “a few more minutes, please? I’m waiting on someone.” 

The waitress gave you a kind smile, but you could already see the pity behind her eyes. You tried going to this restaurant with Ryan last week, but he canceled last minute. The unfortunate part was that it was the same waitress as last week, and it’s like deja vu, being forced to relive the embarrassment of that night. 

“Take your time,” The young woman said, before strolling off, no doubt to tell her coworkers how sad it was to watch you sit there all alone, again. 

You let out a breath, trying to calm yourself so you didn’t end up crying. That’d just make it all the more embarrassing when you inevitably would have to leave, most likely without your dignity. 

“You alright?” The man at the table next to you asked. 

He’d been there for almost ten minutes after you, and already him and his whole party were ready to get their appetizers after getting their drinks. He was with four other men, and the entire time they had all been joking around and laughing, having an amazing time, the complete polar opposite of how your night was going.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” You looked over at him, finally taking in all his features. The fluffy brown hair, the soft, warm, hazel eyes, the crooked, yet perfect nose, and finally the one crooked eyebrow, crazy, yet enticing. 

Tom had been sitting with his friends all night, and though he was having an objectively good time, he couldn’t help but notice how alone and sad you seemed. The minute he walked in his eyes darted to the beauty at the table in the back. He’d never admit it, but he requested a booth when the waiter initially offered them a table, just because he hoped luck was on his side to seat him next to you. 

“Are you sure?” Tom asked, leaning slightly more towards your table and away from his own, “I just can’t help but notice you seem a little...down?”

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckled awkwardly. 

“A little,” Tom shrugged, with a light chuckle of his own. 

You let out a groan and covered your face with your hands, “this is so embarrassing,” you complained, “this is the second time in two weeks my boyfriend has skipped out on a date.”

Tom gave you a sympathetic smile, “Well, he sounds like an ass,” he said, shaking his head, “Um, I mean, respectfully.”

You laughed and waved the comment off, “No you’re fine. He’s been a bit of a dick lately if I’m being honest.”

“Well, before I continue bashing your boyfriend with you,” Tom said with a boyish smile, “my name’s Tom.” He held his hand out across the small aisle way between the tables for you to shake. 

You happily shook his hand, “I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“Wow, funny and a charmer?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I’m kind of a catch,” Tom shrugged with a laugh.

“Oh, I can tell,” You assured him with a nod, “cute too.” Tom’s cheeks heated up at your compliment and turned red, “sorry that was out of line,” You shook your head, “I mean, I barely even know you. I swear, I’m never this open or flustered, it’s just been a rough night—well, week actually.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Tom assured, “you’re very pretty.”

“Thank you,” You smiled and looked down to cover the rising blush that was no doubt covering your cheeks as well now. 

“Tom,” Harry nudged his brother whilst you were looking down.

“Not now,” Tom dismissed, still too enamored with you. 

“Just go sit with her, mate,” Harry whispered harshly.

“No, that’s too weird.” Tom nudged him back, “she’s waiting for her boyfriend.” 

Harry rolled his eyes before shoving Tom out of his seat and onto the floor next to your table. 

“Ow, you div!” Tom yelped as he tumbled into your table. 

“Oh my God,” You gasped as Tom sat up, “are you okay?” You asked, getting out of your chair and bending down to help him up. 

“Gee, Tom,” Harrison said as he and the boys began to laugh, “you’re so clumsy.” 

“Yeah, wow, we’d hate to have you spilling our drinks or anything,” Harry laughed, “maybe it’s best if you take a minute to compose yourself.”

“You’re all divs,” Tom frowned, “the whole lot of ya.” 

“You can sit here if you want,” You motioned to the empty seat across from you, “I doubt it’s gonna be taken anytime soon.” 

“Thanks,” Tom smiled as he took the seat across from you, “it’s nice to know at least one person here isn't out to get me.” 

The waitress came back around just as Tom was taking his seat, “Can I get you two started with some appetizers?” she asked kindly, handing you and Tom a menu, “We have a new special,” she smiled brightly as she opened the menu for you and pointed to the new item, “it’s Maki coated and fried, served with spicy hollandaise sauce and topped with fresh green onions.” 

You were about to decline and hand her the menu back, but Tom beat you to it, “Sure, we’ll take an order of that. And some champagne when you get the chance,” He said with his signature boyish smile.

The waitress wrote it down and left with a wave while Tom skimmed the menu.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said, “you should be having dinner with your friends right now.”

“And leave a pretty girl all by herself?” Tom scoffed, “I’d never. Besides I’d much rather spend this time getting to know you, (Y/N).”

Your name rolled off of his tongue so perfectly. It was smooth and sounded like pure honey dripping from his lips. You’d never outright loved your name before, but now, hearing from his mouth, it nearly made you a narcissist with how much you adored it. 

“There’s not much to know really,” You said sheepishly, “I’m just a girl with a shitty boyfriend, sitting alone in a five-star restaurant.”

“Most girls don’t say that,” Tom pointed out, making you chuckle. 

“True,” You nodded, “what do you want to know?” 

The waitress dropped off your champagne just as the conversation between you and Tom began to take off. 

“I don’t know,” Tom shrugged, tell me something crazy, something you’ve never told anyone else. Or something sad, something that stuck with you your whole life.” 

“Hm,” You pondered for a moment while the waitress came by with your maki, “thank you,” You smiled at her before she strutted away. “Well, something crazy is, I’ve never been out of the country. I’ve always lived in the States, but I’ve also always wanted to travel, I just don’t have the time or the means to.”

“Really?” Tom quirked a brow, “That’s crazy, my job has been traveling all over the world. I’m somewhat envious of people who don’t need to constantly update their visa.”

“What do you do?”

“I act,” Tom said proudly, “I’m not that famous though, only been in a handful of films.” 

“He’s lying!” Harry called, “He’s Spider-Man.” 

“Shut up, you twat!” Tom waved his brother off. “I mean I am, but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, don’t sell yourself short,” You smiled, “that’s amazing. Marvel is such a cool studio too. I’m a film student, so I’m a bit of a movie geek.”

“But you’ve never seen Spider-Man?” 

You shook your head, “I’ve seen the Tobey Maguire one if that counts?” 

“It most certainly does not,” Tom gasped, “you have wounded me, woman.” 

“My sincerest apologies,” You giggled. 

“Is the happy couple ready to order?” The waitress asked as she strolled up to the table where you and Tom were giggling like little school girls.

“Oh, we—we’re not—uh, we’re just friends.” You and Tom stuttered simultaneously. 

“Oh, my apologies,” The waitress said softly, a little glint of disappointment in her eyes, “what can I get for y’all today?”

“You go ahead, love,” Tom smiled at you, “my treat.”

“Oh, really, I couldn't.” You said, pushing the menu away, “I honestly should get going; I’ve taken up enough of your time tonight.” You smiled politely at Tom and the waitress before you began to rise out of your seat.

“No, darling, really it’s no bother.” Tom insisted. “You’ve had a rough night, it’s the least I can do.” 

“Really it’s fine,” You assured, “I don’t need you to take pity on me.” 

“I could at least call you a cab or walk—”

“Babe,” Ryan startled you, rushing up to give you a half-hearted hug, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Ryan…” You wiggled out of his grip, the waitress and Tom standing idly by, “I texted you the location three times.” 

“Oh, you know how I am with navigation, babe.” Ryan slurred, wrapping his arm around you and pushing you back into your seat. The smell of liquor was evident on his breath, and the effects were clearer in his actions.

“Actually, I was just leaving—”

“No, no,” Ryan dismissed, “I’ve missed too many dates, let’s stay. Look you already got champagne, perfect!” 

You gave Tom an apologetic look as he stood and Ryan shoved past him to take his seat. Tom just nodded before taking his seat back with his mates. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered over to him.

“It’s alright, love, I’m just glad you—”

“Babe,” Ryan huffed, “come on, stop flirting with that ass.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Ryan, “I’m not. I was just thanking him for keeping me company while I waited for you.” 

“Good, now get back over here. Come on, you're the one that wanted to have a date so bad.”

You settled back into your seat properly and Tom turned back to his table. He ignored the sympathetic glances of his mates and quickly got back into conversation with them. While you sat dully in your chair, trying to find the little spark you had with Tom in Ryan. 

“Are we all settled and ready to order now?” The waitress asked.

“Yes, I’ll have the New Zealand lamb,” You said, “medium rare.”

“Of course,” The waitress said, writing it down in her little black notepad, “and for you, sir?”

“Shit, I’ve barely got to look at the menu,” Ryan hiccuped, “um, do y’all have steak fries?”

“Yes, we have regular steak fries or sweet potato steak fries.” 

“Ew, gross shit. Uh—” Ryan rubbed his eyes and peered at the woman, “I’ll have a large plate of those, extra salt, extra-crisp, yeah?”

“Of course,” She said, “I’ll be right back with those orders.” 

You envied how she could just walk away. How she could just get away from his stench, while you had to sit, miserable on a date you had planned. The regret was stronger now than it had ever been. 

“How was your day at work?” You asked Ryan, as he scrolled through his phone.

“It was alright, stupid bitch receptionist messed up one of my meeting times.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure it was an accident.”

“Yeah, I know it was. I just implied it, god, are you slow today or something?” Ryan scoffed with a chuckle.

“Sorry,” You cleared your throat, “I’m just a bit tired.”

“Yeah, you look it,” Ryan said with a smirk, “I like that dress on you, though. Is it new?”

“Yeah,” You smiled, “I didn’t think you’d notice,” You looked down at the shimmery backless dress. It had puffy sleeves that met your elbows and a hue that was glimmering with a tint of purple. 

“How could I not,” Ryan said with a faux smile, “you look like a slut.”

“W-what?” You gasped, holding a hand to your chest, “Why—what—why would you say that?”

Ryan had always made snide comments about your outfits before. It’s always, “That shirt shouldn’t be cropped, you don’t have the figure for it.” or “That top is too low cut, your tits are hanging out.” sometimes it was even, “Your makeup makes you look like a clown.” For once you thought maybe you’d gotten it right. You’d gotten it just the way he liked it. What a stupid thought. What a ruse.

“I mean seriously. Look at yourself, no wonder that dick from the next table over wanted to keep you company, he probably just wanted to get into your pants tonight.” Ryan scoffed, motioning over to Tom’s table.

Tom was in too deep of a conversation to notice the brewing tensions and mentions of himself, but Harrison noticed, and Harrison was livid.

“Mate,” Harrison garnered Tom’s attention and nodded over to your table, where the look of hurt was so blatantly etched onto your face.

“I-I just—I just wanted to look nice for you tonight.” You sniffled, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye with your napkin, “I just bought this dress. I thought it was appropriate for a date.”

“If you were a whore maybe.”

“Hey,” Tom said sternly, drawing Ryan’s attention, “what the fuck man?” 

“I’m just being honest with her,” Ryan defended, “I mean, man to man, you thought she looked nice tonight, right?”

“I did,” Tom agreed, “because she is a beautiful girl and from the short time I talked to her I could tell she had a lovely personality, which is more than I’m sure anyone could say for you.”

“You’re fucking stupid if you think for a second I believe you weren’t just talking to her so you could fuck her later.” Ryan laughed, “I know exactly what you’re thinking.” 

“Really?” Tom raised a brow, “So you know that I’m thinking you’re an arrogant bastard right now?” 

Ryan’s face dropped and turned into a red, angry scowl, “I don’t have to take this shit,” he seethed. “Come on, (Y/N), we’re leaving.” 

“No,” You said, “you’re drunk and I don’t want to be around you right now.” 

“Really,” Ryan raised his brow, “Is that how it’s gonna be? Fine, good luck paying the bill then, I’m closing the bank account, bitch.” Ryan stated, spitting on you before storming away. 

You wiped your eyes from the tears that were running down your cheeks and sullying your makeup. 

“I’m sorry,” You said to Tom as you stood up and began to gather your things, “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you tonight. Enjoy your evening.” You gave him a small smile before going to the front desk to sort out your bill.

“(Y/N), wait—”, but you were too embarrassed, too dead set on leaving, that you had already made it to the front of the restaurant by the time Tom had gotten out of his seat. 

When he too made it to the front, you weren’t there, only the hostess and a few stray waiters and waitresses.

“Where did the girl who was just here go?” Tom asked, “She had on a shiny dress—”

“She just left, sir.” 

“Damn it,” Tom ran his fingers through his hair, “do you know where she went or anything?” 

“I believe I just saw her hail a taxi.” The hostess said, “But we took down her information and she’ll be back tomorrow with cash to pay her bill.” 

“No need,” Tom shook his head, “I’ll pay for it.” 

“Are you sure? It’s a bit pricey—”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Tom said, placing his credit card onto the table. 

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It was the next morning when you woke up and immediately began throwing away photos and gifts, anything really that had any connotation of Ryan. You were so busy snuffing out his memory that you momentarily forgot that he was still there. Until he woke up with a migraine and demanded Aspirin and water.

“Babe, come on,” Ryan whined, “I was drunk, I didn’t mean any of the things I said last night. I hardly remember it.” 

“Drunk words are sober thoughts, Ry.” You said as you began to pack his things in a bag, “and don’t act like you haven’t said shit like that to me before. I want you out of here in the next two hours. Your clothes are in this blue bag and your personal belongings are in these trash bags. If you don’t leave, I’ll call the cops.” 

“You’ll call the cops?” Ryan scoffed, “On me? Really? We live together, you can’t kick me out.” 

“You’re living in my apartment, Ryan. I have every right to throw you out on your ass.”

Ryan’s face of anger quickly turned into remorse, but you kept stoic. This needed to happen. It was so long overdue. Last night, even if you never saw Tom again, you felt a spark that you haven't felt in years. You realized that this wasn’t love anymore; it was submission. It was the way people felt when they have given up on themselves, and you were no longer going to be that person.

“Babe, I’m sorry, okay? I swear I am. Come on, let's go out to breakfast and we can talk and work this out. You can’t just throw away a four-year relationship.” Ryan begged.

“See!” You yelled “that's exactly it! I have wasted years of my life with you. Four years stuck in an endless loop of torment. It’s torture being stuck here with you! It’s hell! My personal hell! I have missed so much of my life trying to fix you; trying to fix us! I missed my mom’s birthday for the past two years, I missed my dad’s retirement party, I missed my sister’s funeral, all because you held me back!” You yelled as the hot tears began to stream down your face, no doubt making you look manic, “I’m done letting you hold me back, so get the fuck out!”

Ryan was gone within the hour. It took a lot of screaming and a momentary dial to 9-1-1, but finally, he was gone. And as shitty as the situation was, you didn’t feel nearly as sad as you did when he was with you. You were finally free, and with that freedom came happiness. The happiness you hadn’t felt in so long. 

So there you sat, just enjoying the peacefulness of your apartment. Ordering takeout for yourself, watching the shows you wanted to, calling your mom back home. The little things you never realized you took for granted so long ago. 

Then the doorbell rang.

You opened the door, wallet in hand, only to be met with the honey-dipped brown eyes that helped you in more ways than they’d ever realize.

“Did someone order Chinese?” Tom said with a smile.

“It’s you.” You said, not realizing how wide you were smiling until your cheeks hurt. “I thought you were an actor?”

“I am,” Tom said, “that’s probably what led the delivery guy to hand over your order so quickly. I ran into him on my way up, made me snap a photo with him.”

“How did you find me?”

“I may have snuck a peek at the paper with your info on it at the restaurant last night.” Tom said sheepishly, a light branding of pink covering his cheeks, “too stalkerish?”

“A little,” You chuckled, standing aside to invite him in, “you’re not going to kill me though, right?”

“Tom Holland? A murderer?” Tom gasped in faux offense, “Darling, you must stop bruising my ego like this.” 

You laughed and took the food out of his hands, “I’m sorry, but a girl can never be too safe.”

“True, I mean, I’m not sure if I’m happy you let me in, or disappointed that you didn’t question me more.” 

“Well, I’m happy,” You smiled, “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Tom said, scratching the back of his neck, “Your boyfriend didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” You corrected, causing Tom to smile despite himself, “and no, he didn't hurt me.”

“Ex?” Tom asked, just to be sure, “as in, not anymore?”

“Yes,” You chuckled, “as in, not anymore. Also as in, you are free to stay and eat crappy Chinese food and watch South Park with me.” 

“I’d be an idiot not to, darling.” 

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[sukirichi]

earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

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Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again.  You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you –  “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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[aehyei]

[𝗘𝗣 𝟭] 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦

There was only one rule you had—don’t fall for boys who writes you songs. And then you meet Lee Jeno, the bad boy who weirdly had a habit of writing lyrics with deep meanings. You never imagined yourself that one day you’d be skipping classes with the bad boy himself, helping him with his new hit that turned out to be love song.

PAIRING : bad boy! song writer!lee jeno x class president!reader

GENRE : !high school!au, !fluff, mild !angst, !bad boy!au, !strangers to friends!au, !friends to lovers!au

WC : 5.40k

WARNINGS : has a scene of jeno being bullied, reader having a bad relationship in her past, skipping classes (be nice kids), cuss words

RECOMMENDED SONG TO LISTEN TOO : Rose (English Version) by: D.O.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES : finally did this fic lmao enjoy. like, reblog and send me some feedbacks!

LAST EPISODE. | EPISODE ONE. | NEXT EPISODE.

IT WAS EXACTLY A PEACEFUL MORNING, A COUPLE OF MINUTES BEFORE LUNCH WHEN YOU REALIZED THAT THE MORNING WASN’T AS PEACEFUL AS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS.

“Why can’t any of you guys be like Y/n? She’s so responsible and polite.” Mrs. Kang eyed all of her students then sighed heavily when it still seemed like the class wasn’t interested in any of her words. Some even were asleep and didn’t even make an effort to cover themselves up. The teacher murmured something about ‘not getting paid enough for this’ before writing the lesson of the day on the board.

You, being the class president, and also a known great student, grabbed your notebook and started to take notes of the important details you knew would help you understand the parts of cells more. 

“Yah! Y/n! Can you hear me?” Your desk-mate whisper shouted, trying to get your attention. “Nope.” You chirped slightly and continued minding your business. Jung Sungchan frowned deeper and moved closer to tap your arm, “Y/nnnnn~”. You huffed silently and gave him a side glare, indicating that he had won your attention. He grinned and tapped the desk lightly, “Can you pass me your notes later after class? I promise I’ll return it immediately!”. Inhaling a sharp breath, you tried to stop yourself from cursing at the boy giving you the same cheeky smile whenever needed something from you— instead, you sighed and nodded.

Sungchan cheered a bit and thanked you before laying his head on the desk and taking his usual nap time every time it’s Mrs. Kang’s class. You wore a sour expression on your face and stared at his back for awhile before turning back to the board and writing purposely the wrong notes at your notebook for sweet payback. 

Did you feel bad? Maybe. But was it enough for you to write the correct notes? Nope. Sungchan has what’s coming at him. 

After a long boring discussion of cells, you didn’t even bother waking your desk-mate up and just left your wrong notes on his desk, leaving the classroom with a smirk on your face. It’s a good thing you already understood the lesson and didn’t need the help of notes anymore. 

“Hey, uh, Y/n! Can you help me sort out the test papers?”. Mrs. Kang called after you just about where you would enter the cafeteria.

 Of course, being class president and the most trusted student sometimes mean that you can’t eat lunch.

“S-Sure, Mrs. Kang! I would love too.” You ignored your grumbling stomach and plastered a fake smile on your teacher, following after her back to the classroom despite your hungry state.

“OUH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME Y/N. WITHOUT YOU, I WOULDN’T HAVE FINISHED THE TEST PAPERS!” Mrs. Kang patted your head as if you were a dog and proceeded to clean up just before another class would enter. You exhaustedly glanced at the watch on your wrist and noticed how you still have five minutes before lunch ends. Sighing in relief, you decided to excuse yourself and finally fill in your empty stomach. 

“Ummm, Mrs. Kang, I would love to stay and chat with you more, but I gotta go eat lunch. I don’t mind helping, I’m free anytime!” You bowed at her politely, no, because it’s not like you have your own fucking life to take care of that’s why you love doing the teacher’s work. 

The older woman gushed at you and nodded, dismissing you, “Of course. Have a nice lunch!”. 

“I would’ve had if only I didn’t have five minutes left.” You mumbled bitterly under your breath and walked on the empty hallways since everyone was at the cafeteria, enjoying their lunch break. Well, it was empty up until you saw a boy getting beaten up by some gang near the lockers. Panic enveloped you as your eyes widened. 

“H-Hey! Stop that!” You screamed and ran towards them, still ignoring your poor growling stomach. 

“Wow, look who’s here~! Kim Y/n, the little good student defending the loser, Lee Jeno.” Sejun smirked. His bitchy girlfriend, Eunji was tucked under his right arm as she giggled in an annoying high pitch voice and popped her strawberry lollipop in her boyfriend’s mouth. Utterly disgusted and also regretting on why you just got yourself involved with the school’s bully, you gagged a little in your mouth and looked behind them to find five more other guys who were gawking at you. 

Then you looked down on the floor to see a bruised Lee Jeno, clutching his guitar tightly until his knuckles were white. He didn’t even spare you a glance and continued having some sort of staring contest with the dirty ground. 

“W-Well Sejun,” you coughed awkwardly and crossed your arms across your chest to look tough, “you only have for about 3 minutes before Mrs. Kang goes out of the classroom and see that you beaten up Jeno. I suggest to run away now with your girlfriend and minions if you don’t want to have two weeks of detention.”

Eunji stared at you in disgust and scoffed, “Who are you to tell us what to do? Your just a nerdy class president—”.

“Eunji, let’s go!” One of the minions called out in caution when he saw a door open. Sejun cursed loudly and spat at Jeno’s bruised body before rudely giving you a look, “Count yourselves lucky,” before running away with his group.

“Was it Mrs. Kang?” 

Stunned and also startled by Jeno’s deep husky voice, you stuttered, “H-Huh?”.

“The one who opened the door. Is it her?” He finally looked up to meet your eyes and goddamn did your breath hitch over his handsome face even if he had a black eye and a bruised lip. “O-Oh no. I think it was the heavens hearing my prayers. The wind opened the door.” You joked and looked away in embarrassment, thinking you got caught staring. 

All Jeno replied was a small nod and a deep groan, feeling incredible pain soaring throughout his muscles. He had trouble standing up, but he succeeded and carefully placed his guitar over his uninjured shoulder. He didn’t even look or said anything before trying to limp away. 

“Hello? Aren’t you going to thank me? Simple manners?”

He continued to ignore you until you took a hold of his guitar, “Yah did you even hear m—”.

“—hands off.” Jeno hissed through his teeth. He looked at your hand then at you with the coldest glare you’ve ever seen, making you shiver a bit in fear. “S-Sorry,” you apologized and immediately removed your hand. He sighed and glanced down at his feet before speaking, “If you want me to thank you, you’ll help me with these bruises and cuts.”

“But classes...”

The bell rung at the same time you spoke indicating that lunch’s finished and it’s time for math class. “Well? Will you?” He asked one more time.

You bit your lip as responsibility and stubbornness battle in your mind. It’s just math anyways, plus you’ll understand the lesson even without the teacher’s explanation. “Yeah, sure.” You gave out a smile. Jeno’s eyes widened when you agreed, he looked at you, amused, for a few seconds before clutching tightly on the strap of the guitar then grabbed your hand using his free hand and ran towards the exit before anyone could see. 

You yelped in surprise but ran with him anyways. 

“OUCH- OWW- HEY, HEY- YAH!” Jeno whinnied and glared at you for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. You sighed and added more pressure on his bruised lip, smirking when he hissed in pain. 

“Are you a sadist? What the fuck?” 

You rolled your eyes and applied more medicine, since he looked like he really needed it. “I’m just doing what you said. And I’m serious that I want my thank you after this,” you gave him a warning look. Jeno snickered and closed his eyes when you finally treated his black eye gently, “You know, I’m actually surprised you agreed skipped classes with me. I thought you’re a ‘responsible class president’ or something.” You scoffed at him, “I am a responsible class president, that’s why I’m helping you. Plus, I’m surprised that you invited me in the first place so I’ll take it we’re both equal.”

Jeno gave you a smile that looks so adorable that it made your heart do a backflip, “Hmm, maybe we should hang out more~”, he invited. You cleaned up every medical item that you used and threw them at the near bin before shaking your head, “Nope. Now say thank you so I can go back to class.” He gave you a confused look and adjusted his position to make his guitar closer to his figure, “How will you go back? Do you really think the school guard will allow you back in?”, he chuckled. “Maybe you forgot the fact that everyone in school trusts me so I’ll just make up an excuse. They’ll believe it and boom I’m in!”

“You really aren’t the meaning of ‘responsible class president’.” Jeno raised a brow and clicked his tongue. “And your not the meaning of bad boy with you whinnying like a baby when I was just treating your bruises. ” You fired back. He scowled at you but then smirked and stood up, “Your not getting your thank you right now. I’ll give it to you soon— but not now”.

Your face fell as you shrieked, “What?! Why?! I helped you, twice! I deserve—”

“So you still have a reason to bother me.” Jeno cuts you off. 

“What?”

“I won’t say thank you so you’ll continue to bother me,” he cleared out and passed you his cute smile again before walking pass by your stunned figure. You turned around to shout at him, when you stopped and reminded yourself to have a little more patience. 

What have you gotten yourself into? All you did was do your job as class president and the bullies beat poor Jeno up. 

Your stomach grumbled, making you remember that you skipped lunch. “Shit, right, I haven’t had anything for lunch. Oh well, I guess I should eat some snacks before going back to class.”

THE NEXT DAY, WHEN YOU WERE JUST PEACEFULLY LOOKING THROUGH SOME PHILOSOPHY BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY, SUNGCHAN ONCE AGAIN DECIDED TO RUIN YOUR DAY— NOT LIKE IT WASN’T RUINED ALREADY. 

“Hi Y/n! Thanks for the notes. Here, you can have them back.” Sungchan smiled at you and passed you back your notebook. Your eyes softened at him and sighed, now really feeling really bad about giving him the wrong notes. But he really has to learn not to depend on you and sleep during classes. 

“Uhh, yeah, anytime Sungchan!” You smiled kindly. 

“What’s that?” Sungchan asked after a few seconds of awkward silence, preferring to the book. “Oh this? Errr, it’s philosophy. Wanna read with me?” You offered with a chuckle, not really knowing what to say. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, “I-I think I have to go. I remember I have to help Shotaro and his girlfriend today. Bye have fun reading pilosy!”.

“...It’s philosophy,” you muttered and watched him run out of the library, with the librarian scolding him, telling him ‘no running inside the library’. Sighing, you packed up your things and returned the book to the correct shelf. 

“Thanks.” You mumble to the librarian, in which who replies, “No problem, dear. Come back at anytime.”

Now out of the library, you watched as friends and couples happily hang out at the hallways, at the cafeteria, on the campus— just everywhere. It’s looks like the world decides to mock how lonely you are right now. Clicking on your tongue, you ignored how envy squeezed your heart and walked towards the only place in school where it usually is empty. 

Except now it’s not. Given by the sounds of someone strumming the guitar. 

“Great, someone took my spot now.” You sarcastically mutter with a sigh, about to leave— when a voice stops you too. 

The voice was familiar, and it was on the tip of your tongue. Your eyebrows creased together as you leaned closer to the door and pressed your ear on it’s surface, closing your eyes to listen more closely tp the deep husky voice. The anonymous man sang just on the right tune with his guitar. Everything was beautiful up until his voice cracked in the middle of a high note. Your eyes immediately opened as your frowned. Just when you were about to stand up properly, the door opened causing you to fall face front. 

Jeno’s eyes widened as he watched your figure fall on the ground, not even bothering to waste energy and catch you. He let out a wide smirk once he noticed it was you. 

“Aha, I knew you could never stay away from me,” he chuckled. 

You groaned in pain and held on your hip before standing up, legs wobbling slightly, “fuck I felt that good.”

“I bet you did,” he finally decided to check you up, “you okay Y/n?”.

“Yeah, thanks for asking,” you sarcastically spoke and glared at him. Jeno let out a toothy grin and ruffled your hair, “Your welcome.”

His bruises and black eye from yesterday was still noticeable, but again, it didn’t make him look less handsome. 

“You probably heard what I’ve been doing in here, huh?” He asked. “Yeah, I never knew you could sing.” You nodded your head. 

“Why do you think I carried my guitar everywhere for?” Jeno raised a brow. “Too look cool? A lot of people do it.” You sat by the seat near the piano. “Alright I’m here to assure you that I’m cool even without the guitar and that yeah, I could sing.” He looked at you weirdly and sat back on the floor, putting the guitar back to his lap and playing it with random chords. 

“I don’t find the song you sang familiar, did you make it?” 

“I did. Wanna see the lyrics?” Jeno passed you his notebook.

i see you driving your car down to school. your lips are so fine, and you’re looking so cool. i know you’ve notice me too and if i’ll be honest with you, now maybe i’m thinking maybe.

“Looks like a love song.” You snickered, amused. “Yeah it is,” Jeno confirmed and took the paper back, “but I’m not finished with it. That’s all I could write after a whole ass month.” You tapped his shoulder, “I’m sure you need an inspiration to write a song, that’s why.”

“I know and it’s been killing me. I have no inspiration.” Jeno sighed deeply, continuing to strum on his instruments. “Why make a love song, anyways? There are other genres too.” You laugh at him, taking a sit beside him and started to make yourself comfortable. 

“Love’s the most important thing in the universe, didn’t you know?”

“I beg to differ, grades are better. High numbers decides your future.”

Jeno shook his head at you, tutting, “Alright then, let’s bet. If I’m correct, you come to the talent show and cheer me on. But if you’re correct then you’ll never see me anymore. ever.”

“Tempting. Hmmm, deal.” You smugly said and shook his hand to seal the bet. 

“WHAT STUPID RULE IS THAT?” Nari snorts, looking at you as if you just hosted a funny clown show minutes ago. “What stupid? Nari-ah, my rule isn’t stupid. In fact, it’ll help us protect our hearts.” You threw a pillow at her. 

Your cousin rolls her eyes and threw the soft item back at you, “Don’t fall for boys who writes you songs? Dude, what the hell is that suppose to mean?”. 

“I just thought that...that it’ll be better, you know?”, you stopped midway in your sentence, staring at the thick encyclopedia in front of you blankly. “Y/n I thought you already moved on from him, right? Or were you just faking it?” Now Nari looks worried as she goes closer to you. 

“N-No, I did. I really did. B-But—”

“Y/n,” Nari’s voice was stern yet soft. She noticed how your glossy your eyes are, tears threatening to fall. She placed a hand on top of yours and slowly took the thick book out of your hold, “What’s wrong Y/n? The last time you said that stupid rule was when Johnny broke up with you.”

“Is love really the strongest thing in the universe?”, you asked, remembering what Jeno said hours ago, “if it is, then why is it so cruel?”. 

“Because people take advantage of love. Love is really beautiful, if only humans didn’t corrupt it. And about your first question, only you could answer that.” Your cousin pulled you closer to her, rubbing your shoulder. 

“I did move on from Johnny, Ri. But I don’t understand. Why is the pain still there? Why can’t the memories fucking finally leave me alone?”

“Is there someone who reminds you of him?”

“No—”, Jeno. Lee fucking Jeno. He’s a bad boy who also writes songs just like your shitty ex, —”Yes. Actually, I think there is someone.”

“Hey, pain is good. Pain helps you learn,” Nari narrows her eyes at you, “but pain doesn’t mean you have to stop. Make more mistakes and learn from them because whether we like it or not, that’s how shitty love and life is.”

NARI, HOWEVER, HAD A GOOD POINT AND YOU HATE HOW RIGHT SHE ALWAYS WAS.

Johnny Suh was the boy you used to follow around, wasting money and gifts to satisfy his needs and win his love. You were blind and didn’t notice how he was just making fun of your innocence. He dated you for show and broke you in front of a crowd to humiliate you further. For months, you were lost.

You hated him and you hated yourself— thus, why the rule Don’t fall for boys who write you songs were born. And you were good at following it, you were doing great but Jeno had to ruin everything.

“Hey I’m—“

“I’m busy. Sorry, exams are coming up.” You smiled sadly at Jeno, packing your things up. “Oh no…it’s cool. I’ll see you around I guess?”.

You didn’t answer him verbally, but you did give him a shrug instead.

“Y/n.”

You stopped on your tracks.

“You don’t want to see me anymore? Ever?” Jeno’s questions made your heart sped up. It was a great opportunity for you— both for your studies and to protect your scared heart. But why didn’t you decline? Why did you want to see him again, and again, and again?

“Don’t be silly, Jeno. Just focus on your song so I could cheer you on in the talent show.” You laughed at how pale and scared he looked. Jeno could’ve sworn he could tackle you at that moment both in relief and annoyance, “Don’t scare me like that then! Ugh, god Y/n, class presidents should never be trusted.”

“What— Hey! That’s an insult! Being class president is harder then writing love songs!”

“Whatever, here. Take a look at the lyrics I added and tell me if it’s fine.” Jeno fished for his notebook in his back pack and placed the item on the palms of your hand. You gave him a soured look then opened the pages.

if you need a lover, let me know and let me in. i could treat you better, steal you roses everyday. i might not have a fancy car but i fancy you so gimme a chance. if you need a lover, baby.

“J-Jeno, where did you get these lyrics?”

They were familiar, too familiar. It was like as if he was meaning to you, but that was impossible? Right? No, of course it is.

“I found an inspiration, just like you said.”

Ah, shit. Your screwed. You looked up to see that he’s staring right back at you. “It’s the chorus,” Jeno tapped on the paper, smiling, “i-is it great?”.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Really romantic may I add. Lucky girl.” You rambled on, passing him the notebook, “Bye now! I have to study and you know how high graders are really important to me—“.

“—Wait! Wanna…go to the music room later? Help me finish and practice my song?” Jeno offered, biting his lip. You paused for a second, looking confused, “did you just not hear what I said? I have an upcoming exam and I have to study for it.”

“I’m inviting you again. Your choice if you wanna skip for the second time.” Jeno chuckled in a deep voice and dropped his left eye into a wink before turning the opposite way to the music room. A bad boy he is. How is he even still in high school?

Should you? Should you not? You made a mistake letting your heart lean on Johnny years ago, but just like what Nari said— pain doesn’t mean you have to stop. “Maybe I should,” you whispered to yourself, feeling adrenaline enter your veins for the second time, “maybe this is another mistake, but it’s something I’m willing to take. Fuck, that rhymes.”

YOU NEVER IMAGINED YOURSELF THAT ONE DAY YOU’D BE WITH LEE JENO, THE BAD BOY, IN THE MUSIC ROOM— HELPING HIM WRITE LYRICS OF A LOVE SONG.

If someone would tell you about all this ruckus a couple of months ago, you probably wouldn’t believe and even laugh at them.

The second you peeked inside the room, the first thing you see is Jeno looking all stressed and frustrated while clutching on his notebook tightly. He looked up to meet your eyes and cracked up a teasing smile, “How about the exams, Ms. Class president?”.

You scowled at him with that.

It took an hour of silence and brainstorming ideas before a light bulb lit up above you. “Hey I think I have the second verse!” You sat up from your laying down position with a huge smile. Jeno stopped tuning up his guitar and looked at you, waiting for you to show him. You grabbed his pencil and started writing in his notebook.

they look at me when i’m looking at you. i don’t give a damn ‘cause it’s all i can do. please don’t go breaking my heart, tell me you’re aching for me now baby, baby…

“Hey, not bad. And where did you get this amazing idea, missy?” He mimicked your earlier question and reached in to squeeze your right cheek rather very painfully. “Fuck— fuck— get off!” You growled, slapping his hand away, “I just based it from the lyrics you wrote, and please stop pinching my cheek like that.”

Jeno laughed and apologized a couple of times before trying to sing the newly added lyrics while playing the guitar. Not-so-secretly, you admired the way how he strummed on the instrument, or how he sung his heart out despite it only a ‘practice’. A smile escaped your lips that you didn’t even notice Jeni waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hello~? Y/n~? I know I’m handsome but it’s kind of creepy when you stare at someone without blinking.”

You were quickly bought back to earth as you slapped his hand away, “I wasn’t staring! And I was blinking!”. Jeno snorted, “Yeah, sure. Totally not staring and your totally blinking.” You felt your cheeks turned hot as you laugh nervously, “W-Well it’s just, u-uh…your not the kind of bad boy I imagined you’ll be.”

He clicked his tongue, “Uhhh what’s your meaning of ‘bad boy’ then?”.

You thought for awhile before laying down on the floor to get comfortable, Jeno following after placing his guitar neatly in it’s case.

“You’re just, like— you’re sweet, and everything.” You described him, not noticing the man’s flustered state beside you. “I’m guessing what you mean by ‘bad boy’ is Sejun? All the tattoos, unbuttoned school uniform, cigarettes, and jerk attitude?” He giggled, trying to hide what weird bubbly feeling he’s feeling in his chest.

“Y-Yeah like that,” you stuttered and faced him. Jeno glanced at you with hooded eyes, “I kind of did something bad though.” You let a small, “Huh?”, which made him smile.

“I made the class president skip the exams.”

With a silly smile, you giggled too and nodded, “Oh yeah.” Jeno continued staring at you and he doesn’t know how to stop. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked and extended his arm. “I’m fine I guess,” you shrugged, Jeno smiled and gently guided your head to lay on his arm. You squeaked in surprise and glanced to meet his eyes. “Lay down, I don’t mind.”

You did what he said despite the obvious hesitation in your eyes— he’s just too comfortable and warm to resist. With the both of you staring at each other, Jeno suddenly whispered, “I know what to add in the lyrics..” 

You smirked slightly at him, “Let’s finish this.”

YOU DON’T LIKE HOW YOUR HEART ACTS AROUND JENO ANYMORE.

 One second you’re thinking of how to solve a math problem, then the other you’re suddenly thinking of Jeno as he plays on his guitar. On the most random times, he would enter your dreams too. 

“Are you okay?” Nari eyes on you while stuffing her spoon full of bubble gum flavored ice cream in her mouth. “Why wouldn’t I be? Of course I am.” You exhaustedly voiced out, tapping your pencil on the surface of the table. “Really? Because I don’t think you’ll be able to solve that with your notebook upside down.” She snorts. 

Your face burned in embarrassment as you smile and place the pencil down, “Actually...I think I won’t do the homework today.”

“That’s what I thought,” Nari continued on eating, sighing when you remained silent and more into your thoughts, “Is this about the guy who reminds you of Johnny?”.

Surprised, you look at her, “H-How do you know?”. 

“Your an easy book to read, Y/n. But what’s hard for me to figure out is who this guy is? How special is he that you’re breaking your rule—”

“—no one’s breaking the rule.”

Nari raised a brow, “Uh huh.”

You continued to act stubborn and tough, ignoring how your phone vibrates every other minute. “Who’s texting?” Your cousin asks curiously. “No one.” 

“Doesn’t seem like no one.” Nari quickly ran to the side table to grab your phone. Your eyes widened as you tried to run after her, “Yah! Give that back— Nari!”. 

“Jeno? Lee Jeno? The Lee Jeno? Holy shit! He’s the man!” Nari squealed, ignoring your cries and started reading all the texts shared in between you and the said man. “He’s not the man!” You scream over her. 

[8:45 pm] where r u? 

[8:45 pm] i can’t see you. come out. 

[8:47 pm] are u even here? y/n? 

[8:48 pm] y/n? 

“That’s it! I’m driving you to Romeo!” Nari stopped running around the house, placing your phone in her pocket before grabbing her car keys, “Come on Juliet, we have a talent show to come too.”

“Okay first of all, his name is Jeno, not Romeo and I’m Y/n, not Juliet,” you cringed at her choice of nicknames, “Second, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You really don’t have a choice~” Nari sing sang and waved your phone in the air while walking outside to the car. You cursed loudly in defeat and bit your lip while following after her. 

“My phone!”

“You can have it after you and Jeno get married!”

Fucking hell. 

JENO STARED AT YOUR CONTACT IN HIS PHONE SCREEN. HE DEBATED WHETHER TO CALL YOU OR NOT. 

Are you really not coming? Do you really not want to see him ever again? Why the hell is he staring at his phone like an idiot waiting for your reply when he should be doing a last practice before his performance? God, too much questions in his head. 

“Yah Lee, your on.” Kim Jungwoo, the organizer of the event, called for him. The older man gave him an encouraging smile and a pat on his back. “Yeah, thanks hyung.” Jeno nods, clutching on his guitar more tightly. 

Jeno took a deep breath before taking big steps towards the middle of the stage. The spotlight was dropped unto him, and it blinded his sight a little from how bright it was. Silence surrounded the auditorium as they wait for him to start. 

He let out a shaky breath that echoed through the mic. Jeno readied himself to start. He positioned his fingers on the right chords then opened his mouth to sing — but nothing came out. His voice was stuck in his throat and he didn’t know why. 

“That loser can’t sing!” Sejun howled loudly, causing the rest of the crowd to let out pair of giggles, “Awww, look how cute our bwad bwoy is cwying on stage.”

Jeno clenched his fists, the desire of punching the hell out of the guy getting stronger and stronger. Just when he could jump out of stage and beat Sejun up, the auditorium door was slammed open causing everyone to look. 

“H-Hi,” you embarrassingly said, shyly waving, “u-uh don’t mind me, j-just gonna take a seat by the front. Oh and Sejun? You’re the true cute one by pathetically trying to pull other people down with you.”

The crowd snickered by what you said and the said boy rudely tried to shut his laughing minions up. 

“I thought you’d never come.” Jeno spoke through the mic, not really seeing you because of the light but your voice calmed him. “I thought too, but I guess I want to hear what our song sounds like now it’s complete.”

Jeno hugely smiled that his jaw started hurting, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I see you driving your car down to school. Your lips are so fine, and your looking so cool…”

Was it bad that your heart fluttered too badly while he sings like that? Are you really willing to fall for the second time even if you aren’t sure that you’ll have a safe landing? Was Jeno really worth for you to break the only rule you have? 

The answer was simple, Jeno was worth more then that. The talent show passed by like a blur, and it felt like it was just you and the bad boy inside the auditorium. His lyrics totally were for you, if it isn’t that obvious at all. 

“And the winner for tonight’s show, Lee Jeno! Congratulations man!” 

Jeno exchanged excited looks with you and once again walked on stage, claiming his prize and thanking the judges. “Your song was really perfect and catchy, any words?” Jungwoo passed the mic to the younger boy, feeling genuinely happy for him. 

“It’s not mine,” was the first thing Jeno said, “Y/n, come up here!”. Your body tensed when he mentioned your name, students started cheering on you although it seemed more like teasing. Walking to the stage felt like walking on the moon, you took slow steps but when you reached the stairs, a hand appeared by your face. 

You looked up to see it was Jeno handing you his hand. Carefully placing your hand in his, he guided you up and passed you his trophy, “It’s yours.”

“What? Mine? No, your the one who sang. It’s yours.”

“Yeah, but if I never met you then I wouldn’t find any inspiration to finish our song anyways.”

What a cheesy idiot. You hate Jeno now. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him. 

“Oh? Your not taking it?” 

“Never.” You stubbornly said, smirking. Jeno looked around the amused crowd of both students and teachers before kneeling down on one foot, taking you by surprise, “Y/n, my lovely nerdy class president, take the trophy will you?”.

“No! Lee Jeno— What the fuck are you doing? Stand up!”

“Nuh uh. I’m not standing up until you take it.”

You covered your burning face, not believing he’s actually doing this in front of everyone. “F-Fine! I’ll take it! Now stand up please, god, your embarrassing.”

Jeno cheekily grinned but didn’t stood up at all. You groaned in annoyance, “What now?!”. 

“Thank you—”

“—Finally! I thought you—”

“—and I like you.”

“What?! Stop!” 

It wasn’t just the trophy Jeno won that night. Unfortunately, he also won the bet and your heart. 

© AEHYEI, 2021

[labomi]

selfish | one (18+)

Summary: You're a former coworker of Kento Nanami back when he was just an office worker. You accidentally run into him at a bakery many years later which gives you a second chance at getting to know the man who had always caught your eye.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Words: 11.1k+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, explicit language, attempted sexual assault, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, alcohol

Note: Read on ao3 here! I’ve been on tumblr on and off for about 10 years at this point (yikes), but I recently decided to start a new one as sort of a writing blog with a lot of anime gif reblogging on the side as well haha. Kind of nervous to post my first fic on tumblr for some reason, so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Index: [Part One] [Part Two]

“Nanami? Kento Nanami? Is that you?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It had been years! Was that really him?

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The night you accidentally ran into Kento Nanami started off like any other night in your life. After an exhausting day of work, you decided to treat yourself to some sweets at a nearby bakery. The small chime on the door signaled your entrance with the lone employee warmly greeting you.

“Welcome!”

There was only one other customer in the small shop. A tall man stood at the cash register. 

Hmm.

There was something strangely familiar about the man’s demeanor. Curious, you drifted over to the display case next to the register to try and sneak a peek at his face. While admiring the delicious-looking pastries on the counter, you listened in on the conversation between him and the cashier.

“That will be 2000 yen,” the lady said.

“I’ll pay with card.”

You stiffened slightly, eyes widening in surprise. 

That voice!  

You recognized that voice!

The man shifted his face towards you as he reached to grab his wallet from his pocket. You were finally able to get a glimpse of his face. 

You gasped.

“It is you!” you exclaimed in surprise. “Nanami!”

He looked as prim and proper as ever. The man still wore a suit and tie with his hair neatly parted. The only major difference in his appearance was the sunglasses that now completely shielded his eyes.

“It’s good to see you again! How have you been?” you asked eagerly.

Nanami looked at you silently, trying to recall where he had seen your familiar face before.

Then he remembered.

A flood of memories from a different life overcame him. The man hesitantly said your name, like he couldn’t quite believe your unexpected appearance before him. You nodded enthusiastically while he absentmindedly handed his credit card to the cashier.

“Oh wow,” you breathed, feeling a little giddy. “I haven’t seen you since you quit all those years ago. What are you doing now?”

Nanami seemed to pause for a second, adjusting his sunglasses. “I work at a school.”

“Oh! As a teacher?” 

“No, just as staff.”

“That sounds nice. What school?”

“It’s a private religious school in the mountains. It’s not particularly well-known,” the man replied vaguely. 

“Oh, I see.”

A loud beep of a cell phone interrupted the conversation. Nanami reached into his other pocket and took out his phone. He frowned, looking at the device. “I apologize, but I have to go immediately.”

“Oh, uh, ok,” you said, feeling slightly disappointed. You barely had any time to catch up with your former coworker. Nanami grabbed the bag from the counter and swiftly exited the store. You watched him walk away with a sigh. What were the chances that you would bump into him again? You pouted, upset that the circumstances hadn’t exactly worked out in your favor.

“Oh no!” the cashier suddenly cried out. “He forgot his card!” She pointed at the blue credit card on the counter.

“Lemme see if I can catch him!” you responded, already running out of the bakery. You pushed open the door and ran in the direction you saw the man leave. “Nanami!” you shouted. Other pedestrians looked at you curiously, but you couldn’t see the tall man anywhere. You walked around a bit further out, continuing to call his name but to no avail. Sighing, you headed back to the bakery.

“No luck,” you said to the cashier. “He’s gone already. I have no idea how he disappeared so quickly.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you looked at the forgotten card in frustration. “What should we do now?” If only you had his number! 

“I guess I can keep it here in case he comes back,” the lady reasoned.

Hmm.  

An idea popped in your head. 

A selfish one.

“Wait! How about I take it and return it to him?” you asked. Then you realized that your request might come off as suspicious. “We used to work together, I promise I’m not trying to steal it or anything.”

The cashier smiled at you softly. “I trust you. You come in here quite a lot and that man did say your name, so I know you’re not lying.”

You sighed in relief.

Thank goodness.

After buying some pastries for yourself, you walked out of the bakery holding Nanami’s credit card in your hand. You carefully stored it in your bag before beginning the walk back to your apartment.

A private religious school in the mountains, huh?

It shouldn’t be too hard to find.

---

You groaned, fighting the urge to pull your hair in frustration. 

How hard was it to find this damn school?!

You were sitting at your desk in the dark. The only light in the bedroom came from your laptop screen which was full of search engine results for “tokyo private religious school”. You were on page 15. Not a promising sign.

Recalling your conversation with Nanami, you remembered the man said he worked at a religious school in the mountains. However, none of the private schools you had found so far were located in the mountains. You frowned. Had Nanami been lying?

You shook your head to yourself.

No. 

He’s not the type to lie. He did say it wasn’t well-known.

You scrolled further down and clicked on the next page. Quickly skimming the results, you finally found something that caught your eye. 

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

Huh. What a strange name for a school.  

You clicked on the link. It brought you to a strange forum that looked somewhat sketchy and unreliable, but someone had at least posted an address for the school. You grabbed your phone and immediately plugged the address into the map app.

You punched the air in triumph.

“Yes!” The dot was located in the mountains by some Tokyo suburbs. 

This has to be the place!

Luckily, tomorrow was Friday which meant you had no classes, and you weren’t scheduled for a shift at work. You were free to find the school and return the card to Nanami in person. 

“Ok!” you said to yourself, rubbing your hands together. “Now to find out how to get there.”

---

You looked at the dot of your current location on your phone and then back at the vast empty woods in front of you.

This can’t be it!

You groaned out loud in frustration, stamping your feet in a little tantrum. 

Why is it still so hard to find this damn school?!  

Looking at your phone again, you double-checked the map to see that you were in fact at the exact location of the address you inputted, but nothing was here. It was just trees!

You sighed in disappointment but refused to give up right away. Maybe your phone’s GPS was off because you were so high up in the mountains and the signal was bad. You decided to follow the road that led up the mountain with the hope that you might accidentally stumble across the school. If there was a road, it had to lead somewhere! But strangely enough, you hadn’t seen any cars, buildings, or pedestrians since entering the area. 

After walking around for almost an hour, you decided to take a break. Sitting in the shade of some trees by the side of the road, you took your water bottle out of your bag for a quick sip. You admired the beautiful, quiet scenery in front of you.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You were currently lost in the mountains of Tokyo looking for a school you weren’t quite sure actually existed. And it was all because you were selfish and wanted to see Nanami again. Your old coworker.

You hadn’t been particularly close to him at work, though he didn’t seem overly friendly with anyone in the office. Nanami was the stoic and serious type. He didn’t talk much with the team, but you could tell he worked hard. He was always one of the last people to leave the office for the night, if he did leave. On many occasions, you found him dozing at his desk in the morning when you arrived early to work before everyone else with the sneaking suspicion that he had spent the entire night in the office.

Unlike most of the other employees and especially your boss, Nanami seemed to still care about the clients instead of just the company’s profits, judging from the small snippets of conversations you overheard from him. You had always wanted to get to know him better, but he didn’t particularly have an approachable demeanor. At the time, you were just a young, newly graduated woman who was afraid of everything and everyone. So you often just kept to yourself.

You sighed, looking down at the ground. Taking Nanami’s credit card hostage was a pathetic way of trying to rekindle a relationship that never existed in the first place. You made up your mind. It was time to head back home and drop off the card at the bakery so he could pick it up himself. Today’s excursion was just a giant waste of time much to your disappointment.

“Excuse me, miss. What are you doing here?”

“Huh?” A man was hovering over you. You swore he hadn’t been there a second ago.

You screamed. “P-please don’t hurt me!” You put your arms out in front of you, shielding yourself from any potential harm. “I don’t have much money, but you can have it all!”

The man burst out laughing. You slowly lowered your arms, hoping that his laughter meant he wasn’t going to attack you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, and I especially don’t want your money.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.” No longer afraid, you took a closer look at the stranger. He was tall. Very tall. Wearing a black outfit and a matching blindfold that spiked up his white hair.

What a strange appearance.

“Well, I won’t hurt you as long as you tell me what you’re doing here.” You gulped, hearing the silent threat in his words.

“Umm, umm, well, you see I-I got a bit lost and w-was just taking a rest,” you stuttered nervously, fiddling with your hands. “I heard there’s a private school around here and I’m trying to find it, because I know someone who works there. His name is Kento Nanami and we used to work together many many years ago and I just happened to run into him last night at a bakery but he left his credit card there and I wanted to give it back to him in person, so I thought it was a good idea to deliver it at his workplace but this school is so hard to find I have no idea where I’m going and-and I think I’m just going to leave now actually.” You realized you were rambling, so you forcibly shut your mouth to stop yourself from looking like a complete fool in front of the stranger.

The man hummed in thought for several seconds before suddenly grinning and chuckling to himself. His demeanor no longer felt threatening.

“Kento Nanami, huh,” the man said, still smiling happily.

“Oh, you know him?” You perked up, suddenly hopeful.

Maybe they work together!

“Leave it to me!” the stranger cheered, giving you a thumbs up. “I’ll escort you to the school and make sure you hand-deliver that credit card to Nanami!”

You felt relieved, tears almost prickling your eyes. “Oh thank you so much!”

---

“Satoru.”

“Mm.”

“Can’t you tell there’s a human who has been wandering near the barrier for quite a while now? It looks like they’re trying to find a way in,” Yaga commented.

“Well, they can’t. Isn’t that the whole point of the barrier?”

“I know that!” the principal grunted angrily. “But since you’re just lounging here around doing nothing, go check it out.”

“Fine.” Gojo got off the couch and headed outside, wondering how a human accidentally wandered this close to the school so far up the mountains.

---

It only took several minutes before you and the strange man found a path leading to the school. You blinked in surprise. You felt like you had walked by this part of the road earlier but had seen nothing.

Walking alongside the man quietly, you suddenly realized you had completely forgotten your manners. Quickly bowing to your escort, you introduced yourself and thanked him for taking the time to safely bring you to the school.

“It’s no problem. Any friend of Nanami is a friend of mine. Oh, and I’m Satoru Gojo by the way. I’m the first-year teacher here.”

He was a teacher? This man wearing a blindfold in broad daylight? You swallowed nervously. You wondered what kind of school Nanami was working for exactly.

Once you finally reached the main school grounds, all of your reservations immediately melted away. “Wow!” you breathed. The campus was absolutely gorgeous with beautiful statues, shrines, and gates. You couldn’t help but stop and admire your surroundings. “This school is beautiful.”

Gojo brought you to the teacher’s lounge and gestured for you to sit down. “So, tell me again how you know our dear Nanami?”

---

Nanami had just finished a mission when his phone chimed, signaling a text. He finished wiping his blade clean before grabbing the device. The message was from Gojo.

Gojo: Come back to Jujutsu Tech. Your girlfriend is here ;)

The sorcerer stared at the message. 

Nanami: I have no idea what you mean.

Gojo: ( ˘ ³˘)♥

He angrily shoved his phone back in his pocket and walked over to the car where Ijichi was waiting. He entered the back seat before closing the door behind him. “Hurry up. I need to find a certain white-haired idiot and destroy him.”

---

Nanami was walking towards the teacher’s lounge when he heard your bright laughter. He froze for a couple of seconds.

What were you doing here?

He picked up the pace, quickly entering the lounge to see you giggling on the couch next to Gojo. For some reason, it bothered him to see how close the idiot was to you and how happy you looked in his presence.

“Nanami! You’re here!” Gojo exclaimed, immediately noticing the other sorcerer’s presence. 

You turned your head quickly towards the doorway with a bright grin. “Oh, Nanami! Hi again!”

Nanami observed the scene, trying to figure out what was going on, but he was drawing a blank. 

First of all, you weren’t a sorcerer. How did you enter the school grounds? 

Second, did you know Gojo? The two of you seemed quite friendly on the couch together. 

Third, was Gojo implying that you were his girlfriend? That was absolutely ridiculous.

“What are you doing here?” Nanami asked you cautiously, adjusting his sunglasses. 

“Oh!” You dug around in your bag, pulling out your wallet. You removed a blue credit card. “You left this behind at the bakery yesterday. I tried to chase after you, but you disappeared so quickly. I had the day off today, so I thought I would try to find your workplace and give your card back to you.” You got off the couch, approaching Nanami and handing him the card.

Nanami took the card from you before placing it back in his own wallet. “You didn’t have to do this. How did you even find your way here?”

“I found her wandering nearby!” Gojo jumped in, grinning at the other sorcerer. “Imagine my surprise when she said the two of you used to work together back when you were just a salaryman. I just had to invite her back here. You never mentioned you used to work with such a lovely lady.”

You visibly blushed at Gojo’s words which just bothered Nanami even more. “Thank you for returning my card, but I think it’s about time y—”

“Nanami. Nanami. Namami,” Gojo said in a singsong voice. “You’re all work and no fun. It’s been years since the two of you have seen each other, and you’re already trying to get rid of her? Don’t you want to catch up a little bit?”

You played with your hair, a little nervous. “I mean if you’re busy Nanami, I can go. But I was hoping we could talk a little bit.” You looked up at him with bright eyes. “I want to hear how you’ve been doing.”

Nanami took one look at your hopeful face and immediately gave in. “Alright.” He gestured for you to sit back down as he walked over to one of the armchairs. The sorcerer pretended like he didn’t see your little jump of excitement as you hurried back to the couch with Gojo.

Once the three of you were all seated comfortably, you brought up what you had been previously discussing with Gojo. “I didn’t know you’re teaching at the same high school you went to as a student. That’s pretty cool!”

“He was one of the few students who graduated and decided to leave the community,” Gojo pointed out. “Most of us stay here and continue working for the school.” Nanami subtly glared at the white-haired sorcerer, wondering how much he had told you about the jujutsu world.

“Why did you decide to come back then?” you asked curiously.

“I changed my mind,” Nanami simply stated. “I realized I would find my career slightly more rewarding if I worked for the school than that company.”

You nodded in agreement. “That makes sense. I’m glad we eventually both left that job.” You slightly grimaced, just thinking about your past. It didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami.

“When did you leave?” he asked.

You hummed, recalling the past. “It was probably a couple of months after you left. I, uh, messed up something really badly and I got fired.”

Nanami raised his eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t seem like the type to make big mistakes. He remembered you as quite the careful and diligent worker. He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if you were being deceitful.

“It’s ok though,” you continued. “I worked a couple of odd jobs afterward to keep up with the bills until I decided I wanted to become a nurse! So I’m actually back in school now and working part-time to help pay tuition.”

“A nurse, huh,” Gojo remarked. “What a noble career choice.”

“Ahh, I wouldn’t say I’m noble or anything. I just think I would find my life more fulfilling if I was actively helping people,” you explained. “Probably similar to how you felt when you switched careers, Nanami.”

He nodded at your words.

uThe three of you chatted amicably the rest of the day. Gojo and you mostly carried the conversation, but Nanami would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy listening to your voice. After he ran into you at the bakery last night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was the first time he was confronted with his old life after deciding to become a sorcerer again. Part of Nanami wanted to never look back on that phase of his life again, but perhaps it wasn’t all bad. Sure, he hadn't particularly liked anyone from that office, but he didn’t mind you. You had always been quiet, polite, and hardworking. 

Nanami still remembered his last day at the office. You had organized a surprise farewell party just for him with a cake, balloons, and everything. After everyone had their fill of free food and left the conference room, you had shyly wished him luck in the future and said you would miss seeing him in the office. All those memories came rushing back after encountering you in that bakery.

The sun started to set when you finally noticed the time.

“Ah! I should probably go,” you announced, checking your phone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.”

“No, no,” Gojo assured. “You are very much welcome here. Like I said earlier, any friend of Nanami is a friend of mine and all my friends are welcome here!”

“How do you plan on getting home?” Nanami asked, mildly concerned.

“Don’t worry!” Gojo said. “I got it handled. Ijichi will drive her back.”

“Huh? No, it’s fine,” you tried to argue. “I can get back by myself. It’s not a problem.”

“What kind of gentlemen would we be if we didn’t ensure you got home safely? Ijichi is our finest chauffeur,” the blindfolded man insisted. “He will take care of you.”

You looked at Nanami who simply nodded at you, encouraging you to accept Gojo’s offer. Sighing, you crossed your arms over your chest with a pout. “Alright. Thank you.”

The two men waved goodbye as you left in Ijichi’s car to head back home.

“Was it really wise to have her on the school grounds?” Nanami asked.

Gojo hummed. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Normal humans aren’t allowed here for a reason.”

The blindfolded sorcerer didn’t reply. Instead, he took out his phone and started tapping on the screen. Nanami’s phone chimed. It was a text from Gojo. Opening it, he saw it was a string of numbers.

A phone number.

“You should call her sometime,” Gojo said. “She likes you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. What kind of woman travels to the mountains on her day off to try and find a publically non-existent school to return a credit card to someone she doesn’t like?”

Nanami remained silent.

“Just because we’re adults and jujutsu sorcerers doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to have some normal fun. It’s alright to be selfish every once in a while.”

How badly Nanami wanted to believe Gojo’s words.

---

You heard the door open and close.

“Hello! How many I help y—Gojo?”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting to see the teacher at your workplace. While taking classes to become a nurse, you worked part-time at a small boba tea shop. You had just finished serving the flurry of college students who needed a midday pick-me-up when Gojo appeared. Several of the seated patrons whispered and pointed at him, wondering why he was wearing a blindfold and how he could see.

“Thought I would drop by and say hi,” he said with an easy grin.

You returned his smile. “Is Nanami with you too?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“No, not today, unfortunately,” he replied. You tried to ignore the flash of disappointment you felt. “I’ll bring him next time.”

You perked up at Gojo’s promise, nodding eagerly. “Sounds good. So, would you like something to drink?” 

The man ordered a large brown sugar milk tea with extra sugar. You looked at him, mildly concerned. “You sure you want 120% sugar? It’s pretty sweet to begin with. Trust me.”

Gojo nodded. “Yup!”

“Alright,” you said with a shrug. You did try to warn him. 

You finished preparing Gojo’s drink and handed it to him along with a straw.

“Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone for a second?” the teacher asked.

“Oh, sure,” you said, grabbing your phone from your back pocket.

Gojo took the device and opened the camera app. “Smile!” That was the only warning you got. He had taken a selfie of the two of you together. You weren’t even smiling in the photo, completely caught off guard. But Gojo was at least prepared, grinning happily and showing off his milk tea in one hand. You watched as the man repeatedly tapped on your phone screen.

“What are you doing?” you asked hesitantly.

“Here!” Gojo handed the phone back to you. Looking at the screen, you saw that he had sent the selfie of the two of you to a random number with a text that said “Having fun without you!”

“Um. Who did you send this to Gojo?”

“Nanami, of course!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Nanami’s number!

You finally had it! 

Gojo chuckled to himself as he saw the way your eyes lit up.

“Oh, by the way,” you said, looking up from the phone. “It’s my birthday next weekend. I’m going out with a couple of friends on Saturday at 8pm at the bar around the corner, and I was wondering if you and Nanami would like to join? You should bring Ijichi too and anyone else from the school! Only if you want though. It’s ok if you don’t want to come or you’re worried about being awkward with my other friends even though they’re super cool and encouraged me to invite you guys and I promise I won’t be upset if you can’t make it because this is kind of last minute and I—”

“Sounds great!” Gojo interrupted your rambling. “I’ll be sure to pass along the information. We'll be there.”

“Really?” You grinned at the teacher. “Awesome! I guess I’ll see you then!”

Gojo waved at you goodbye as you tried to compose yourself before the next wave of customers arrived.

---

“Ahh!! You guys actually came!” you squealed as a group of individuals approached your table in the bar. You stumbled out of the large booth where your other friends were seated, already several shots in for the night. You clumsily hugged Gojo without thinking. Releasing him, you took in his new appearance.

“You look so different!” you commented. “But not in a bad way!” The man had traded in his signature blindfold for a pair of sunglasses that still hid his eye. His hair was lying down flat instead of its usual spiked-up look.

Behind Gojo, you saw Ijichi with a woman you didn’t recognize. 

“That’s Shoko Ieiri,” Gojo said, following your gaze. “She’s the doctor at our school.”

You happily greeted both of them, thanking them for coming. 

And finally, you saw the person you were looking forward to seeing the most. Nanami looked good as always. He was dressed a little more casually for the night without his signature jacket, tie, and sunglasses. Instead, he wore a crisp, blue button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone. You tried not to stare too much at his revealed skin.

As you approached Nanami, you reached out to hug him but you managed to stop yourself in time. You were worried about coming on too strong and opted for a small wave instead.

“Thanks for coming, Nanami! I’m so glad you came!”

Sitting at the table altogether, your other friends immediately fawned over Gojo. One of them grabbed you and whispered in your ear.

“What the hell? You didn’t tell me one of your friends was incredibly hot?”

You shrugged and ordered another round of shots for the whole table. Gojo ended up passing because he didn’t drink, so you took it upon yourself to finish it for him.

Nanami quietly nursed a beer as he observed the scene. He didn’t typically like crowded, loud bars like this, but he would make an exception for you. Gojo had also been extremely intent on making sure everyone from the school attended your little celebration. He managed to get Ijichi to come along only after getting Shoko to agree by bribing her with free alcohol.

Nanami was currently sitting across the booth from you, watching as you chatted with your friends. You were wearing a dark red dress that perfectly showed off your curves. The left strap of your dress was a little loose and it kept falling down the entire night despite you constantly readjusting it, not that Nanami had noticed. 

You looked so carefree and lively in this atmosphere. Every once in a while, you caught Nanami’s gaze and beamed at him happily.

At some point during the night, you left the table to go to the bathroom. It was only once you tried walking back to everyone that you realized how drunk you were. Stumbling a bit in your high heels, you leaned against the wall by the bathrooms for stability.

“Excuse me miss, are you alright?”

A man approached you, but you instantly waved him off. “Mmm, I’m good,” you replied. “Thanks though.” You were determined to make it back to your friends on your own, but as soon as you took a step away from the wall, you tripped. The man caught you before you could hit the ground. He had a tight grip on your waist.

 “You don’t seem good,” he chuckled softly. “How about I help you?” You could feel his hands starting to go lower, and you quickly latched onto them and tried to pry them off you.

“I said no,” you said firmly, but the man ignored you and pressed you against the wall. “Get off!” You struggled against him but to no avail.

Suddenly, the weight of the man was lifted and you felt like you could breathe again.

“Are you alright?” a smooth voice asked. 

You looked up to see Nanami in front of you. You nodded silently and admired his strong jawline and sharp eyes in the bar’s dark lighting. 

“Can you walk?”

You nodded again. Taking a step away from the wall, you immediately staggered again much to your embarrassment. Nanami grabbed your arm and lifted you up until you were half leaning on him for support. Inhibitions suddenly gone from all the alcohol in your system, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave him a hug. The man tried to ignore the shiver that went up his spine when he felt your warm, soft body pressed up against him. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was quite jealous that you had hugged Gojo when they first arrived. What was so special about that idiot anyway? Nanami slowly wrapped his arms around you, indulging himself for once and returning the hug.

“I’m so glad you came,” you mumbled against his chest. “I was so happy that I ran into you at the bakery that one night. But I was afraid I would never see you again.” You paused. “I really wanted to see you again.”

Nanami didn’t know how to respond to your words, so he gently rubbed your back instead. You leaned into his touch happily.

“Let’s get back to the others,” he said gently. You sighed and reluctantly removed yourself from the embrace. Nanami half-carried you back to the table and carefully deposited you next to your friends. To your disappointment, he didn’t sit down next to you and instead headed towards the front doors.

“Nanami? Where are you going?” Gojo asked, eyebrows raised.

“I’ll be back.”

When Nanami exited the bar, he was greeted by several couples who were taking a smoke break. He walked a bit further away, so he could be alone. The sorcerer leaned against a random building, taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down. 

Nanami felt quite ashamed of himself. Acting like a hormonal teenage boy just because he briefly held you while you were wearing that damn dress. He tried to ignore the way his cock was straining in his pants. Gritting his teeth, he willed his body to relax. Nanami refused to let you see him so worked like this. He especially couldn’t let Gojo see. He could only imagine the endless teasing he would endure from the blindfolded idiot.

Inside the bar, you watched sadly as Nanami left. You wondered if it was something you did to scare him away.

Gojo sat next to you and handed you a glass of water. “Drink,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, keeping an eye on the doors to see if Nanami had come back in yet. “Does Nanami not like me?” you asked Gojo quietly with a pout.

The man chuckled. “I assure you that’s not the case.”

You turned to look at him. “How do you know?”

Gojo lowered his sunglasses slightly, and you were able to get a glimpse of his gorgeous blue eyes for the first time. “Trust me. I have good eyes.”

---

Nanami ended the call with Ijichi. He leaned against the wall of the bathroom with a grimace. He was still applying pressure to the wound he had received from Mahito. The sorcerer scrolled through the contacts list on his phone. He found himself hovering over your name.

Yes, he did save your number from Gojo’s text. Why wouldn’t he? It would be frivolous to ignore that kind of contact information.

Nanami grabbed another wad of paper towel to replace the one that was already drenched in blood. He grunted in pain.

A nurse, huh.

He wondered what you would do if you saw him right now. If you fuss over him and take care of his injuries yourself. Nanami sighed. He wouldn’t mind that. Would you carefully unbutton his shirt to get a better look at the wound? He could almost imagine the way your fingers would ghost over his stomach.

With a groan, Nanami banged his head against the wall. He couldn’t believe he was fantasizing about you while profusely bleeding in a public restroom.

The sorcerer cleaned up his blood all over the sink and threw out the dirty wads of paper towels. He went outside to wait for Ijichi to bring him back to school for proper treatment.

---

“I’m going to take my break!” you announced to your coworkers as you exited the bubble tea shop. You decided to go outside for a quick breather because it was such a nice, sunny day. Avoiding the crowds, you headed over to the alleyways near the shop to scroll through Twitter in peace.

You were so engrossed by your phone that you didn’t notice the presence of someone next to you. It was only when you heard them clear their throat that you looked next to you to see a man wearing sunglasses and a hat.

“Oh, sorry. Am I in your way? I can move.”

In the blink of an eye, he held a knife to your neck. You felt the cool blade lightly press into your skin. You held your breath, afraid to react in any way.

“Don’t scream. Don’t move,” he hissed.

Your eyes widened in shock.

That voice.

You recognized that voice.

The man grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you in the opposite direction of the busy street where unaware pedestrians were still walking by. He pressed the knife against your side now, digging it into the thin t-shirt you had to wear for work.

“Walk.”

He led you to an abandoned building several minutes away. Once you were inside and the door closed shut, he roughly shoved you to the ground.

You landed in a heap, groaning in pain. Turning around, you finally faced your captor.

“It’s you, isn’t you,” you said evenly. “Boss.”

The man chuckled, removing the hat and sunglasses. It was your former boss from the company where you and Nanami had once worked together. You dug your nails in the palms of your hands. If he was here, you knew you were in trouble.

“You called the cops, didn’t you!” he yelled at you, pointing the knife at you menacingly.

Cops? What was he talking about?

“No, I didn’t,” you replied honestly.

“You BITCH! Don’t lie to me.” He waved the knife closer at you.

“I promise! I didn’t tell anyone!”

With a shout, the man grabbed your hair and held the knife to your neck again. You squeezed your eyes shut and couldn’t help but let a small whimper leave your lips.

The truth was you weren't just fired from your job. You were threatened. When numbers weren’t adding up, you realized that your boss was embezzling money and had been doing so for a long time. He found out that you knew the truth and protected himself by forcibly ousting you from the company. As a young professional, you knew better than to fight against a big shot financial executive. When he warned you to stay quiet or face his wrath, you were wise enough to shut your mouth, clean your desk, and leave the building immediately. True to your word, you had never mentioned your boss’s crimes to anyone. You thought you were safe to move on with the rest of your life but apparently, that was not the case.

The man spat at you before roughly kicking you away. He started pacing as you wiped his spit off your cheek with a disgusted groan.

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I’m about to lose everything. EVERYTHING!”

As he muttered to himself, you tried to survey your surroundings and determine if there was a way you could safely escape. Before you could figure anything out, your old boss approached you again, knife still in hand. He seemed to have made up his mind about what he was going to do.

“You’re going to fix this. Yea. This is your fault. I’ll pin it all on you. You’ll go down for this, not me!”

As the man ranted and raved at you, something appeared in the shadows behind him. There was some movement. You blinked your eyes, wondering if it was just a trick of your imagination. But to your horror, a green creature grew larger and larger in the background. It had three heads, each with multiple eyes and giant drooling mouths with huge teeth. The monster raised its multiple arms, hovering over your boss with all eyes fixed on him like he was a piece of prey.

“Scared, aren’t you?” the man commented with a chuckle. He was misinterpreting the horrified look on your face. “This is what you get for messing with the wrong man.”

You shook your head slowly and lifted a shaky finger to point behind him.

He turned around, dropping the knife in shock.

The weapon clattered to the ground.

Your boss screamed. He immediately tried to run away, but one of the monster’s arms snatched him in a tight grip. The three heads fought with each other as if deciding which one of them would get to swallow the prize. You took that as a cue to start running.

The monster was blocking the way you entered, so you ran towards the only other door you saw, which led to a stairwell. You ran up a couple of floors before hiding in a small closet you found. It was cramped and dusty but you hoped it was enough to hide you from that creature.

Sitting on the ground, you took out your phone shakily and called the police.

“Hello, what is your emergency?”

“I’m trapped in an abandoned building, and there’s a monster here.” You realized it sounded ridiculous, but you didn’t know what else to say in the moment.

The dispatcher groaned. “This is the last time! You kids have to stop with the prank calls. This line is for emergencies only!”

They hung up on you.

You stared at your cell phone in disbelief.

Shit.

Instinctively, you scrolled through your contacts list until you found who you were looking for. You pressed the call button.

Please pick up. Please pick up.

It went to voicemail.

You cursed to yourself again.

“Nanami,” you whispered quietly, voice quivering. “I don’t know when you’ll listen to this, but you have to believe me. I’m in an abandoned building near my job, and I swear there’s a monster here. I-I think it might have killed our old boss. I don’t know what to do, I tri—”

There was a loud bang. You quickly hung up and pressed the phone into your chest while you covered your mouth and nose with your other hand to quiet your harsh breathing. The sounds got closer and closer until it sounded like it was right outside the closet door. Your heart was beating so loudly you were worried the monster would hear it. But luckily, the noises started to become fainter. Eventually, you heard nothing even after a long time of terrified waiting.

Once you were reasonably convinced the coast was clear, you quietly opened the closet door and peeked out. The hallway was empty. Maybe this was your chance to finally escape the building.

You carefully climbed to your feet and tiptoed your way back to the stairwell. 

Your phone loudly chimed. The noise echoed throughout the empty building. It was a text message from your coworker asking where you went. You had forgotten to turn your phone on silent.

Almost instantaneously, the monster started roaring from the floor beneath you. You barely caught a glimpse of it before running up the stairs again until you reached the top floor. Exiting the stairway, you ran through the hallways until you reached a dead end.

Back pressed up against the wall, you watched in horror as the monster let out a sharp laugh as it approached you. There was blood dripping out of the mouths of all three heads. You didn’t want to think about where it came from. With no other options left, you weakly held your arms up in front of your face and squeezed your eyes shut with a whimper.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout and a loud splat.

You felt some sort of liquid splash all over you. Lowering your arms, an unexpected sight greeted you. It was the body of the monster all chopped up into pieces. You realized you were covered in its blood.

Behind the monster’s corpse stood Nanami. He had a covered blade in his hand that was also stained with the creature’s purple blood.

“N-Nanami?” you whispered hoarsely.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Did he take down that monster? With a sword?

Nanami wiped the blood off his weapon, putting it away in its holster. He approached you as you shuddered violently, still in shock.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently.

You shook your head no, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He kneeled down in front of you, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the droplets of blood from your face.

“What was that thing?” you whispered.

Nanami sighed, twisting the handkerchief in his hands once your face was relatively clean.

“A curse.”

You gave him a confused look.

“It’s a long explanation.”

“Yo!”

You flinched as Gojo suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the hallway. You instinctively grabbed onto Nanami’s arm in fear. He glared at the blindfolded sorcerer in anger for startling you.

“Oh, you’re already done here? I thought I’d check up on you two to make sure everything’s okay.”

First, your boss had threatened you with a knife. Then, a giant monster, no, curse appeared and attacked both of you. Nanami killed said curse. And now Gojo had appeared out of thin air. Your brain was officially broken. You just wanted to go to sleep. Surely this had to be a dream. You would wake up and everything would be normal again.

“We should probably bring her to Shoko just to make sure she’s fine and clean her up,” Gojo said, observing how your eyes were starting to glaze over.

Nanami nodded in agreement. He lightly touched your shoulder, but you hardly reacted. He said your name quietly. Blinking slowly, you finally turned to acknowledge him. “I’m tired,” you mumbled.

“I know,” Nanami said gently. He picked you up in his arms. “You can go to sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” With a sigh of relief, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the darkness.

You woke up in a small room, tucked under the covers in a warm bed. Nanami was silently sitting in a chair next to you. You let out a deep breath and turned towards the man. The rustling of the covers alerted him that you were finally awake.

“Why was the boss with you?” Nanami asked suddenly.

So it wasn't a dream.

“Oh. He was trying to threaten me,” you explained. “I didn’t lose my job because I made a mistake. I found out he was embezzling money. He said the cops were starting to question him, so he accused me of reporting him.”

Nanami clenched his fists in anger. That bastard.

“Is he alive?” you asked.

“No.”

“I figured.”

You quietly observed Nanami. He had taken off his sunglasses and blazer. You admired his wide shoulders and the way his tie was slightly loosened. 

“Nanami. What do you actually do?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to tell you.”

You gripped the covers. “Why not?”

“Because,” Nanami sighed. “It’s a dangerous profession. You don’t need to be dragged into this world for no good reason.”

“What do you mean?” You didn’t understand what he was saying. “I do have a reason. It’s you.”

The man didn’t respond.

You sat up in bed suddenly. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Gojo.” You started to climb out of bed, but Nanami stopped you.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll tell you. Sit back down.” He let out of a deep breath, rubbing his face.

You silently listened as Nanami discussed the existence of curses, the theories behind cursed energy, and the role of jujutsu sorcerers. He explained how the school’s true purpose was to train the next generation of sorcerers and act as the main headquarters for all jujutsu-related activities. 

You only asked one question. “Why was I able to see that curse?”

“Regular humans can see them in life or death situations.”

“I see.”

Nanami was surprised at your reaction to learning about cursed spirits thus far. He expected you to ask more questions, to be more doubtful, to laugh and call him an idiot, or to scream and accuse him of being crazy. But you did none of those things. You just listened quietly and accepted everything he said as true. 

In your heart, you knew there was no reason to doubt Nanami. You were trying to wrap your brain around the existence of curses you couldn’t see, but you didn’t consider that the sorcerer was lying to you for a single second. He wasn’t that kind of person.

Nanami abruptly stood up. “Ijichi will drive you back home.” He started to walk away from you, but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Wait, don’t go,” you pleaded, eyes wide. “I haven’t thanked you for saving me yet. Thank you, Nanami.” You didn't want him to leave you. Not yet. You didn't want to be alone.

The sorcerer refused to look at you. “I think it’s best if you kept your distance from Gojo, me, and this school.”

“What?” you breathed. “What are you saying? I-I won’t tell anyone about curses or that you’re a sorcerer if that’s what you’re worried about. I promise.”

“That’s not it. I already told you. This world is dangerous. You should stay away.” He paused. “Stay away from me.”

You flinched, releasing Nanami’s wrist. The sorcerer walked out of the room without another word. You didn’t call out after him.

As Nanami walked away, he knew he made the right decision. There was no reason for you to get involved with the jujutsu world. He wanted you to live a normal life, not one plagued by constant death and despair. He was doing this for you. For your future and your safety.

“It’s alright to be selfish every once in a while.”

Gojo’s words echoed in his mind.

No. This wasn’t about him. It was about you. It wasn’t right for him to drag you into his world. He should be happy. Happy that you would eventually move on and live a long, successful life.

But why did he feel so sad instead?

---

Numerous opened textbooks and notebooks were scattered around you on your bed. You had an upcoming exam at the end of next week and were in the midst of cramming a semester’s worth of information in your head.

There was a knock on the door.

You frowned, carefully getting off the bed and walking over to the door. You weren’t expecting any visitors or a delivery today. Looking through the peephole, you gasped. You clutched your hands against your chest, trying to calm your frantically beating heart.

What was he doing here?

You hadn’t talked to or seen Nanami since your last conversation with him at Jujutsu Tech. And that hadn't ended well. You respected his request to stay away from him and Gojo, making no attempts to contact either of the two sorcerers. Instead, you had thrown yourself into your schoolwork and picked up some extra shifts at the boba shop. The less free time you had to think about your emotions, the better.

But now the man who still weighed heavily on your heart was at your doorstep. You wondered whether or not to pretend you weren’t home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him away. He had clearly come here for a good reason and you wanted to know why, especially because he was the one that told you to keep your distance from him.

You unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“Nanami.”

He said your name quietly.

The two of you looked at each other in complete silence. You waited for him to say something, but the man just continued to stand there without a word.

“Umm, well, I have an exam I need to study for, so if you have nothing to say I’m just going to g—”

Nanami suddenly pushed the door open wider, shoving you into your apartment. You stood there in shock as the door slammed shut behind the sorcerer. His unusually aggressive behavior had you baffled.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked sharply. The man told you to leave him alone but then showed up at your apartment and invited himself inside without a word. You couldn’t help but feel a little irritated. “What are you do— mmph!”

Nanami had pushed you against the wall and kissed you.

You froze in surprise for a second before immediately kissing him back fervently.

One of his hands had settled on your waist while the other was pressed against the wall by your head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed him closer to you, unable to get enough of this man. Nanami eventually left your lips, causing you to groan in frustration before he attacked your neck with wet kisses. You panted heavily, brain suddenly fuzzy as you tried to process that this was actually happening.

“W-what happened to staying away?” you breathed as Nanami sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that left you weak.

“I changed my mind,” he muttered against your skin before continuing to attack your neck.

After Itadori had saved him from Mahito’s domain, Nanami realized he had been given a second chance. He didn’t want to live a life without regret, especially as a sorcerer. So he decided to heed Gojo’s advice for once. 

He wanted to be a little selfish. 

He wanted you.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as he rubbed his hands up and down your soft curves. You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath as you got lost in his dark gaze. 

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Nanami nodded and quickly released you, so you could guide him to your room. 

As soon as you entered the bedroom, you inwardly cursed. In the heat of the moment, you had completely forgotten what you had been doing before Nanami arrived. “Uh, sorry, let me clean up real quick.”

What a way to kill the mood!

Nanami didn’t seem to mind. He looked fairly amused as you swiftly closed all the books on your bed and haphazardly tossed them on the ground. Once the bed was finally cleared, you turned around to face Nanami, but he was already one step ahead of you. He gently pushed you on the bed, so you landed on your back as he hovered over you. Your breath caught in your throat as you admired the man in front of you. He was absolutely perfect. 

Nanami played with the hem of your shirt. Taking the hint, you sat up a little and swiftly removed your shirt and bra, throwing them in the corner of your room. Nanami let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as you took in your body. You fought the urge to cover yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed at how intensely the man was looking at you.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed as you flushed in response. He reached out with both his hands to start kneading your breasts. You moaned as he began playing with your nipples that were already hard from excitement. Nanami removed his hand from your left breast and replaced it with his mouth. You squirmed underneath him in pleasure as he lapped and sucked on your nipple. Once he was satisfied with his work, the sorcerer switched to your other breast to give it the same treatment. With every flick of his tongue, you could feel electricity run through your body. You only craved his touch more and more.

Nanami started kissing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. He eventually reached the hem of your shorts. “May I?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice at the moment.

As he started tugging down your shorts, you lifted your hips to assist him. The garment was carelessly tossed to the ground. Immediately, Nanami could see how soaked your underwear was with your own arousal. His dick twitched in his pants. The sight of you so wet and eager from his touch alone only heightened his lust for you.

You practically sighed in relief when Nanami removed your underwear, fully exposing yourself to him. The heat from your core was overwhelming. You needed him to touch you and relieve some of that pressure before you lost your mind. A single finger stroked your folds, already slick with arousal. You gasped while Nanami groaned, enjoying how wet you already were for him.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re like this already,” Nanami teased. You panted, trying to grind yourself on his hand for more friction, more pressure, more anything. He chuckled seeing how desperate you were for his touch. The sorcerer finally reached your swollen nub and rubbed it leisurely. You immediately cried out, arching your hips into man’s touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed as pleasure surged throughout your veins. Your eyes were squeezed tight as Nanami continued to play with your clit. You were so distracted by his fingers that you barely registered the hot breath near your entrance. It was only when a wet tongue began to prod into you that you realized what was happening.

With a gasp, your eyes flew upon to see Nanami’s head comfortably settled between your legs as he licked at your cunt without restraint. The sight of him eating you out only stoked the raging fire inside you. You buried one of your hands in Nanami’s hair as he worked diligently to get you off. The way he lapped at your fluids and sucked at your entrance had you moaning and quivering uncontrollably. 

“You taste so good,” he groaned against your folds as you barely registered his words.

A familiar pressure was building in your body. As it got stronger and stronger, you couldn’t stop your legs from thrashing about. With a growl, Nanami locked his arms around your legs to keep them as still. It only took a gentle suck to your swollen clit for the tension in your body to finally snap. Mouth opened wide in a silent scream, you writhed around on the bed as you finally reached your peak. 

Your mind was completely emptied while white-hot pleasure overtook your entire body. You swore you could see stars behind your eyes. As you rode out the last waves of your orgasm, Nanami eagerly slurped up your release, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

Once you came down from your high, you released Nanami’s hair and laid back on the bed with a sigh. He removed himself from between your legs. Your fluids still covered his face, and his normally styled hair was a complete mess from your grip. Just the sight of him was enough to cause another spark of desire to flare between your legs. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Holy fuck, Nanami,” you breathed.

“Kento,” he replied, wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. “Call me Kento.”

You flushed. Saying his first name felt incredibly intimate. 

“Kento.” 

He grunted with approval and then began to unbutton his shirt. You licked your lips as his broad shoulders and wide chest were finally revealed to you. He was incredibly well-built with defined muscles and abs, but a number of scars littered his body. Some looked quite fresh while others were old and almost completely faded.

This was the body of a jujutsu sorcerer.

You now understood why Nanami warned you that the jujutsu world was unsafe. You couldn’t imagine the suffering behind all those wounds. Perhaps one day he would be willing to share his pain with you, so you could understand his world.

You wanted to rub your hands up and down Nanami’s bare chest, but he moved out of your reach to start fiddling with his belt. Eyes lowering, you swallowed nervously as you stared at the large bulge that greeted you. Nanami slid down his pants and underwear in one go, erect cock finally released from its confines and bobbing in the air slightly.

The sight of him was both mouthwatering and intimidating. You admired the bulging veins and the bits of pre-cum that were already leaking out from the tip. He wasn’t excessively long, but he was incredibly thick. You nervously wondered if you would be able to handle his impressive girth.

You wanted to touch and taste him, but Nanami wasn’t interested. He gently pushed away your eager hands and instead spread open your legs once again. At the moment, he was more concerned about prepping you than chasing after his own pleasure.

He pressed one finger into your entrance, groaning as your walls greedily sucked him inside. You gasped, clenching around him. With how easily you were able to take one finger, Nanami slipped a second into you. It didn’t hurt, but you could feel your cunt stretching around them as they thrust in and out of you. Nanami’s fingers were so thick and long that you already felt so full.

“You’re so tight,” Nanami hissed as you got lost in pleasure once again. He pushed those two fingers in and out of you, occasionally scissoring them to loosen you up. You could hear how wet you were as he continued prepping you to take his cock. Nanami moved his fingers at just the right angle to hit a spot that had you instantly moaning and clenching around him. But he suddenly removed himself from you which had you whining at the sudden loss of contact, feeling empty. However, you stopped complaining as you watched Nanami stroke his dick, spreading your fluids and his pre-cum all over himself.

“Are you on birth control or do I need a con—”

“I’m on birth control,” you cut him off impatiently. “Hurry up. I want you inside me.”

Nanami didn’t keep you waiting much longer. He lined himself at your entrance and slowly began to push in. It wasn’t painful, but you still gasped as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth. The sorcerer immediately cursed when his tip entered you. You were so hot and tight around his cock that it took all his self-restraint not to immediately ram his full length into you. With slow, shallow strokes, you were able to accommodate more and more until his entire cock was buried inside you.

You felt so incredibly full. Your hand gripped the blanket on your bed to anchor yourself as you tried to get used to the sensation of being stuffed with Nanami’s dick. He tried to remain still above you, waiting for your signal. Eventually, you met his gaze and gave a little nod. He sweetly kissed you on the lips before he started to move.

Nanami started at a slow pace afraid to hurt you at first, but he eventually settled into a rhythm that had you moaning his name over and over again. You were so wet that he slid in and out of you effortlessly, rubbing against your walls in a way that had you seeing stars again. You had wrapped your legs against his waist, allowing him to enter you even deeper. 

You were almost babbling nonsense at this point, unaware of exactly what you were saying as your mind was just consumed by pleasure. “Fuck. Kento. You’re so big,” you whined. “Faster. Harder. D-don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Nanami adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he finally found the spot that had you gasping and clenching down on him again. He groaned, making sure to continue hitting the same exact spot with strong, fast thrusts at just the right tempo. “You’re so perfect. Looking at you, taking my cock so well,” he growled.

The pressure was building again. Everything was so overwhelming. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies moving together. The way Nanami growled praises of you in your ear. The muscles on his back rippling with exertion underneath your wandering hands. You just needed that one final push.

One of your hands sneaked down to rub your clit, but Nanami pushed it away and pressed his thumb against your swollen nub instead. Just a couple of strokes had you reaching your peak again. You clenched down so hard around Nanami that his hips stuttered, groaning loudly in your ear. You were completely consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t see. All you could register was the pure bliss that racked your entire body, leaving you gasping and shuddering.

Nanami continued to fuck you through your orgasm, ramming his cock into you over and over again. His thrusts had become more frantic and uneven, chasing his own climax after you started to come down from yours.

“Where should I cum?” he groaned with gritted teeth.

You wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to you.

“Cum inside me,” you panted against his ear.

He groaned. You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.

With a couple of more thrusts, Nanami completely buried himself inside you when he flooded your cunt with his cum. He remained inside for several more moments to catch his breath before finally removing himself from you. You slightly winced as his cock brushed past your sensitive walls. Nanami couldn’t help but admire the way his cum slowly dribbled out of you.

He laid down next to you as you both began to calm down. No words were needed between the two of you. The silence was comfortable as you cuddled against his chest. Nanami rubbed your back absentmindedly as you hummed in delight.

Eventually, the two of you got out of bed and cleaned up. The textbooks and notebooks haphazardly thrown on your floor were ignored for the rest of the day. You thought you deserved a break anyways. The two of you ate dinner together, cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, and went at it again for another round before settling down to go to sleep.

You were passed out next to Nanami, completely worn out from the day’s activities and normal sleep deprivation you had as a student. Your heavy breathing was the only sound in the tiny apartment. It strangely calmed Nanami just listening to you. He turned towards you and stroked your hair affectionately. 

A part of Nanami still worried if he had made the right choice with you. He was still concerned about your safety and well-being. Would he only bring you more grief if you constantly agonized over his dangerous missions as a jujutsu sorcerer? 

He let out a quiet sigh. He knew he would have regretted it if he continued to push you away. And if he was going to be a sorcerer, he wanted to be a sorcerer with no regrets. 

Nanami only hoped that he would never cause you any pain and anguish because of his profession. It was rare for sorcerers and non-sorcerers to find happiness as a couple. But perhaps the two of you would be an exception.

He prayed the two of you would be an exception.

---

“Welcome! How may I help y—oh!” You blinked in surprise as three individuals walked into the small boba shop.

Gojo waved at you with an easy grin. Nanami stood next to him as handsome and stoic as ever, but there was a new face behind them. He looked like a high schooler.

The blindfolded teacher wrapped his arms around the boy’s shoulder and pointed at him. “Meet Yuji Itadori! One of our first-year students!”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you said introducing yourself.

The boy tilted his head, looking at you curiously. “How do you know Gojo-sensei and Nanamin?”

Nanamin?

You chuckled at the cute nickname. 

“I told you to stop calling me that, Itadori,” Nanami replied, clearly bothered.

“Well, I’m…” you hesitated. You didn’t know what to say. A friend? An ex-coworker? A normal person who couldn't see curses but knew about their existence?

“She’s Nanami’s girlfriend!” Gojo exclaimed to your horror. You immediately flushed and looked to Nanami for him to clarify, but he didn’t react. He glared at the blindfolded sorcerer as per usual but didn’t refute the statement. Your eyes widened in realization. 

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered. “I guess I am.”

“Nanamin has a girlfriend!?” Itadori gasped. He had even more respect for his mentor now.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Nanami growled much to your amusement.

You took their orders and began to prepare the drinks. Nanami and Idatori were talking in the corner while Gojo hung out at the counter near you. You had just finished sealing the drinks when the teacher explained something to you.

“Oh, by the way, Yuji is supposed to be dead so be sure to not mention his existence to anyone else.”

You almost dropped the drink you were holding. “Um, okay.” You thought it was better not to ask questions.

Gojo thanked you as he took his drink from your hand and grabbed a straw for himself. “Yo! Nanami! Yuji! Grab your drinks and let’s head out!”

Itadori followed Gojo out the door once he had his milk tea, but Nanami stayed behind.

“I meant it.”

“Huh?” you asked, cleaning the counter with a rag.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You blinked, processing his words. A bright smile grew on your face. “Well, according to Gojo, I’m already your girlfriend.”

Nanami let out a rare chuckle and flashed you a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye!” You waved as he left the shop.

Your coworker came out of the back room, looking at you suspiciously. “Why are you so smiley?” She looked around the empty shop. “There’s no one here.”

“Oh, no reason," you replied with a hum.

[alltooreid]

I Think He Knows

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute pining fluff fic

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.

“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”

“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”

You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.

“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.

“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”

She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”

“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”

You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”

“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.

“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”

“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”

“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”

She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”

You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”

Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.

“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”

“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.

“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.

“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”

“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.

“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”

JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.

“So am I not invited to the party?”

“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “

“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”

“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly. 

Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.

“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”

“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”

“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”

“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.

“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you. 

“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”

“Shut it Morgan.”

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it. 

It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.

“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”

“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”

“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.

“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”

This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.

“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”

“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”

“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.

“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”

Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”

“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”

“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”

“You’re on Y/N/N.”

7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”

You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Have you told him?”

You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”

“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”

You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.

“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”

He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”

You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”

He paled, “And do what?”

“We’re going on our first date.”

He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed. 

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory. 

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him. 

You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at. 

“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”

You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”

You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”

He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”

“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”

So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.

His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book. 

After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.

He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours. 

At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10. 

She could definitely spare a couple of minutes. 

“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”

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