#if I ever get around to talking about it I can say ‘this guy was a pita when I was writing about Moses VIII’

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He Gave Me The (Eww)

Content: things the jjk men do that give you the ick, hard read fr, brutally honest, second hand embarrassment, don't tell me they wouldn't...you know they would...they're just men after all

Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

Satoru

Tells jokes he thinks are hilarious and repeats them when no one laughs. Even explains them. Looks to you to laugh too with manic eyes, begging, pleading. Might even throw in a, ‘Tough crowd, amirite?’

Gets ignored in the group chat and will keep spamming until he gets the attention he wants.

Tries to get discounts at any and every store by flashing a grin and using those baby blues to charm the sales assistant. Shoots his shot with men too. It rarely works and when he gives them his black AMEX card, the sales assistants always get a look in their eyes like, ‘Seriously?’

Sings the chorus too early and plays it off by trailing and then coming in at the right part. Goes, ‘Ay…ay….ay, YEA– oh… ahahah…ay…ayy… yeahhhh…’

Suguru

Spits when he talks. He gets into these long rants about monkeys and whatever so he doesn’t even notice when the person he’s talking to discreetly wipes off the fat droplet. 

You’ve seen him going on spiels to random people, gets so into it that he also doesn’t realise they’ve walked away. Would play it off by taking his phone out and going, ‘Alright, talk to you later.’

Or, he'll say a snarky comment to someone out of nowhere and they didn't even hear him, caught by surprise, so they just awkwardly laugh and hope he doesn't follow up.

Super rude to servers at restaurants you take him to. Clicks his fingers. Confronts those moody teenagers working part time and says, ‘Why don’t you smile? You’ll look so much more friendly if you do.’

Wears open toed sandals everywhere. Dawgs out for free, toenails unclipped and ever so slightly yellow. Could probably cut a bitch.

Choso

At a group setting, a picture might be getting shown around and he isn't being shown the picture. He will say, ‘Can I see? Hey, you missed me. I wanna see. What’s so funny? Guys, come on, I didn’t see. Hey!’

When everyone else is in pairs or groups talking, he’ll go on his phone and open the Weather or Calculator app to pretend he’s doing something important. His phone is on full brightness so everyone can see he’s not actually texting anyone.

Gets left on read quite often. Will double text anyone and everyone. Triple texts even. Asks, ‘You aren’t ignoring me, are you?’ 

Invites himself to functions. If someone mentions a party or a visit to a museum, for example, with their friends, he’ll say, ‘That sounds fun. That’s at 3pm? I’m free. See you there!’

Toji

Boy oh boy where to begin…

Does the broke boyfriend hug. Swings you side to side too and gives you a kiss on the head, talking bout, ‘I’ll get the next one on payday, ma.’

Flashes his ass crack when he climbs out of the car. 

Might even have skid marks.

Asks to remove the service charge off the bill, doesn’t tip no matter how great the server is, and probably puts his own hair in the food to comp the meal. Will even flash you a wink like he’s finessed the system.

Will fart and burp in front of you unashamedly. Doesn’t care how stinky it is. Laughs when you cover your nose. Won’t lie, he probably loves pulling a Dutch Oven on you. Peak comedy for him. 

Shows up to his kid’s school events in his bum ass outfit and goes straight to the food table. It could be his university graduation and everyone’s in their pretty dresses and sharp suits, he will be in a Uniqlo heattech and grey joggers with a stain on it. 

Finds a crumb on his shirt, doesn’t know what it is or how long it’s been there. Will eat it anyway.. 

You point to a bouquet of flowers or a cake you want, excited and wanting to buy it. He'll look at the price and very loudly complain, 'That's how much? The hell? Nah, we're not getting that. If you want flowers, I can pick some up from a park for free.'

Kento

Still gets embarrassed about farting or taking a shit around you. Will make a lame excuse to exit the room like, ‘Oh, sweetheart, I think I left a light on in the next room.’ Doesn’t realise that the walls aren’t that thick and you can hear his adorable toot. If you ask him if he’s okay because he’s taking a while in the bathroom, he’ll lie and say, ‘No, dear, I’m alright. Just fixing a light bulb in here. I’ll be out in a minute.’ The type to not realise you can quite literally smell the evidence after. 

Will throw random slang and use it wrong. ‘You already ate? That’s slaying me.’ Or, ‘She cheated on her boyfriend? That’s so cunt of her. Please don’t entertain her anymore.’

Has built up a reputation to you as being all-knowing. Likes that you ask him first before Google. But when you ask him a question he doesn't know the answer to, he make some sort of distraction so he can go on his phone, find out the answer and give it to you like he knew all along.

Reads so much but often comes across words he knows the meaning of but has never heard anyone actually say. Mispronounces them. Says 'studious' as 'study-yus.' Or 'albeit' as 'al-bayt.'

Sukuna

Crashes out so often that he sometimes mistakenly gets upset for no reason. A servant will ask if you want a drink, assumes they’re talking to him and gets grumpy. ‘I already said no. Can you hear?’ When informed, he’ll tsk to cover up he’s ever so slightly embarrassed but everyone can see his ears going red. If he hears a single snicker though, he’s airing out the room.

Even when you tell him it’s okay and he doesn’t have to, he’ll join in on group dates just because he gets FOMO lowkey. Will stand there menacingly and so super out of place he actually looks like he’s stalking the group. Makes everyone feel awkward and tense. 

Children get so scared of him that he’s been escorted out of premises before. You have to join him, apologising to everyone, otherwise he’ll kill all of your friends. Like children will full on start sobbing and hyperventilating and you’re ashamed to tell your friends he’s actually not allowed within a certain radius of a school. Their mind goes to the worst places.

[cheftsunoda]

Hi! Could you do a story where a single mom and her kid are put somewhere and the kid recognizes one of the drivers voices from their role in cars? The kid once they hear the voice they could go to the driver and ask for an autograph. Could it maybe have some social media in it. I just think it might be cute. Thank you.

movie star — lh44

smau + blurbs

lewis hamilton x!single mom reader

yn gets invited to the paddock by her brother who happens to work for the ferrari team. yn brings along her young child, ella, who happens to be a huge fan of all the cars movies. what happens when ella recognizes lewis’ voice just from his few set of lines?

fc : zaar goedemans

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(a/n) : i was inspired to write about lewis again im sorryyy. such a cute idea love :)

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autodromo enzo e dino ferrari di imola 📍

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I don’t know what kind of spell my brother cast on me to agree to this, but somehow, I let him talk me into dragging my four and a half year old through a Formula 1 paddock.

“To be fair,” he said this morning as he handed me the guest passes, “it’s not every day your daughter gets to see real race cars up close. You’re the cool mom now.”

The “cool mom” is currently sweating through her sundress, trying to keep her child from launching herself into a garage.

Ella’s been buzzing since the second we walked in, practically vibrating with excitement. “Mommy,” she whispers like it’s a big secret, “do you think there are Cars cars here?”

I bite back a laugh. “Sort of. These are real race cars. No eyes on the windshield, though.”

She seems skeptical but accepts the answer—until she hears a voice behind us.

“Yeah, we’ll be on track in fifteen. Let’s go over that telemetry—”

Ella gasps. Like, audibly.

I glance over my shoulder just as she whips around and bolts. “Ella!” I call after her, panic rising. “Come back here!”

Too late. She’s already launched herself at a man in red Ferrari gear—who turns just in time to catch her before she crashes into his legs.

“I knew it!” she squeals, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Your name is Lewis Hamilton! Like in Cars! You were the car in the movie! The British one with the shiny paint!”

Lewis—yes, that Lewis Hamilton—blinks down at her, clearly stunned. And then?

He laughs. Full-on, genuine, belly laugh. “Wow, I haven’t heard that in a while.”

I catch up just as he crouches down to her level, still smiling like she just made his entire year.

“I liked your voice,” she says seriously. “You sounded fast.”

I feel like melting into the concrete.

“I’m so sorry,” I rush out, cringing. “She’s been obsessed with Cars lately and heard your voice and… well, now here we are.”

He looks up at me and flashes that movie-star smile. “No need to apologize. That might be the best fan interaction I’ve ever had.”

My cheeks are burning, and not from the sun.

“I’m Lewis,” he says, standing now—still holding my daughter’s hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Yeah,” I say, trying not to sound like a complete idiot. “I figured.”

He glances between me and Ella, and I swear I see something spark behind those sunglasses. Something soft. Curious. Maybe even interested.

Ella’s still talking a mile a minute, hands animated as she tells Lewis about her Lightning McQueen pajamas and how she thinks Ferraris are “way cooler than Francesco Bernoulli, actually.”

Lewis listens like she’s giving a press conference. Nods, laughs in the right places, even kneels down again when she starts talking about how she wants to be a race car driver when she grows up. It’s… oddly heart-melting.

“She’s got good taste,” he says, standing again after she finishes her full review of Cars 2. “And quite the memory. I think I said four lines in that movie.”

“She watches it on loop,” I reply with a sheepish smile. “I think she could recite it backwards by now.”

“Poor you,” he jokes, then chuckles. “Actually, I take that back. That’s a solid film.”

“Strong performances all around,” I say, trying to keep it light, though my heart is hammering. I’m talking to Lewis Hamilton. Casual. No big deal.

He grins, and I swear the sun gets just a little brighter. “You’re her mum?”

“Yeah,” I say, glancing down at Ella, who’s now twirling around like she’s doing celebratory donuts. “My brother works with Ferrari, so he invited us for the day.”

“Ah. The guy in the headset who looked mildly panicked when she ran over?” he teases, gesturing toward Matt a few garages down, who’s giving me a thumbs-up and a very smug grin.

“That’s him. He’s never letting me live this down.”

Lewis laughs. “Well, I’m glad he brought you both. It’s nice having a bit of joy in the paddock for once. Most people here only run toward me if I’ve said something controversial.”

“Ella just thinks you’re a cool car,” I say, smiling.

“Honestly, I’ll take that over a journalist any day.”

There’s a beat of silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s… comfortable. Easy.

Then he surprises me.

“Can I get you a coffee or something?” he asks, glancing back toward the hospitality suite. “We’ve got some time before the next briefing. And I kind of want to hear more about your daughter’s movie critiques.”

I blink. “Are you—are you asking me out in the paddock?”

He shrugs, that same charming grin on his face. “Just coffee. Unless you want it to be more.”

My face feels like it’s on fire.

“I’d like that,” I manage. “I mean—the coffee. Not necessarily more. I mean—not not more. Just… yes. Coffee is good.”

He laughs again, clearly entertained by my slow-motion trainwreck.

“Come on,” he says, offering a hand. “I promise the coffee’s better than the movie acting.”

As we walk side by side, Ella skips ahead of us, humming the Cars soundtrack like she’s soundtracking our entire lives.

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I don’t know what I expected when Lewis Hamilton invited me for coffee, but it definitely wasn’t this. Not sitting across from him on a shaded terrace at the Ferrari hospitality suite, both of us laughing while Ella colors in a cartoon car on a napkin someone kindly fetched just for her. Not the easy conversation. Not the way he kept looking at me like he wanted to memorize my face. And definitely not how comfortable it all feels.

“Okay,” he says, leaning back in his chair after Ella proudly announces that her drawing is him and “not Lightning McQueen this time.” “I have to ask.”

Uh-oh.

“Are you…” He glances at me, then lowers his voice, playful but deliberate. “Single? Just to be sure.”

I blink. Then laugh, a little surprised. “That obvious?”

“Not obvious,” he says, smiling. “But I don’t go around offering coffee to taken women. Or, you know, giving them the ‘Cars 2’ VIP experience.”

My cheeks warm. “Well, yes. I’m single. Been single for a while, actually.”

He nods once, and I swear I see something shift in his expression. Something a little more… serious. But still soft.

“Good,” he says, then pulls his phone out from the pocket of his red Ferrari team trousers and hands it to me. “Because I’d really like to see you again. Properly. Outside of this chaos.”

I blink down at the phone in my hands. He opened the contact app. My name is already typed in at the top.

“I mean—if you’d want to,” he adds, suddenly a little less sure of himself, which I find wildly endearing. “No pressure.”

I look up at him and smile. “Lewis, you let my daughter lecture you on Cars 2 for ten minutes and still wanted to talk to me after.”

He grins.

“Yeah, I’d want to.”

I type in my number, hesitating only slightly before adding a little 🚗 emoji at the end of my name, then hand it back to him.

He looks at it, chuckles under his breath. “Perfect.”

Ella tugs on my sleeve, then looks up at Lewis with hopeful eyes. “Can you be in Cars 4 too?”

Lewis raises his brows at me, pretending to think. “That depends. Will your mum come with me to the premiere?”

I nearly choke on my iced latte.

Ella looks between us and shrugs, already focused on her next drawing.

And just like that, I know this day is going to be one we won’t forget.

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It’s been a month since our first date, and honestly? I still don’t believe any of it’s real. Sometimes I catch myself smiling like a lovesick teenager when I’m washing dishes or folding laundry, just remembering the way Lewis looked at me over coffee that day. The way he waited for Ella to finish her story before speaking. The way he texts me goodnight every night, no matter what country he’s in or how late his schedule runs. He’s busy — obviously. He’s Lewis Hamilton, and that comes with endless media, team meetings, travel, and the weight of an entire sport on his shoulders. But he’s never once made me feel like a burden. Never once made Ella feel like too much. We’ve spent weekends together when he’s in town. Park visits. Breakfasts in my tiny kitchen. Late-night talks on my couch with Ella fast asleep in the next room. I’ve watched them build a little world of inside jokes and shared grins. And every time I see them together, my heart squeezes. Still, it’s been five days since we’ve seen him in person, and Ella’s already asked when he’s coming back “from the big car work.” I miss him too. More than I expected to. More than I probably should, after only a month. My phone buzzes just as I settle on the couch with a glass of wine.

FaceTime from Lewis ❤️

I answer without hesitation. His face fills the screen, slightly fuzzy from wherever he is — a hotel room, judging by the neutral headboard behind him.

“Hey,” I say, smiling. “Didn’t expect to see your face tonight.”

He grins, and something about it looks a little softer. A little more tired than usual.

“Hi, beautiful. Had to see you. And maybe ask when I can get a certain tiny helmet-wearing human back in my arms.”

I laugh, shifting the phone so he can see Ella’s drawing of a “race car house” she made earlier. “She misses you. She told the preschool teacher you live in the Cars universe.”

He chuckles, then goes quiet for a second. “I miss you both.”

My breath catches. He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like it’s not still blowing my mind every time he chooses us.

“I miss you too,” I admit. “It’s not the same without you here.”

There’s a pause. Then, he leans closer to the camera, a little more serious now.

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts. “I’ve got back-to-back races coming up, but I don’t want to go another couple weeks without seeing you. Or Ella. What if… you came with me? Both of you.”

I blink. “You want us to travel with you?”

“I do,” he says gently. “Only if you’re comfortable. I know it’s a lot — new places, media, the chaos. But we’d make it work. I’ll take care of everything. I just…” He runs a hand over his jaw. “I want you there. Both of you. It already feels weird being away.”

My heart flips. Like actually flips.

“She’d lose her mind,” I whisper, stunned.

He smiles. “I hope so.”

“And me?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.

His eyes soften. “You already have.”

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There’s something surreal about standing outside my apartment at 6 a.m., suitcase at my feet, coffee in one hand, watching Ella bounce in place like she’s about to launch into orbit.

“Do you think the jet has snacks?” she asks for the fifth time in ten minutes, clutching her tiny backpack like it holds national secrets. “Like popcorn? Or cookies? Or astronaut food?”

I laugh softly, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “I’m sure it has snacks, babe. You’ll probably get to pick.”

She gasps. “Even juice?”

“Even juice,” I nod solemnly.

She’s practically vibrating now, and I can’t blame her. I’m nervous too…not because I don’t want to go, but because it feels like such a big step. Not just a vacation or a getaway. It’s a real peek into his world, the fast paced, private jet, race weekend chaos that Lewis calls normal.

And the fact that he wants us there? That he asked for us?

A sleek black SUV pulls up to the curb, and Ella freezes like a deer in headlights. “Is that him? Is it Daddy Lightning?”

I stifle a laugh. “Is that his new nick name?”

The door opens, and there he is — hoodie pulled up, sunglasses on, all sleepy-smile and early-morning calm.

“Morning, ladies,” he says, stepping out and immediately crouching to Ella’s level. “Are we ready for our big adventure?”

She throws her arms around him without hesitation. “Do you live on the plane?”

He laughs, lifting her up with ease. “Not quite. But we’ll be on it for a few hours, so that’s close enough, right?”

She nods seriously. “Do I get to sit in the front?”

“We’ll see what the pilot says,” he winks.

Then his eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and something quiet passes between us. It’s warm. Grounded. Like he sees me in the middle of all this whirlwind, and still chooses me anyway.

“Hi,” he says gently.

“Hi,” I smile, nerves melting the second he takes my suitcase from me like it’s instinct.

The ride to the airstrip is a blur of laughter, Ella’s endless questions, and Lewis glancing over at me like he can’t believe this is real either.

And then we’re there — standing at the base of a sleek private jet, the sun just beginning to rise behind it. Ella clutches my hand and whispers, “This is like the movies.”

I squeeze hers. “Yeah, it really is.”

Lewis helps us up the steps, his hand on my back, and the second we step inside, Ella gasps.

“It’s like a flying living room!”

She’s right — plush seats, soft lighting, snacks already set out like a welcome gift. Lewis sets our bags down and gestures for her to explore.

“Make yourself at home,” he grins. “You’re officially part of the team now.”

She spins in a slow circle, then plops into a seat with a giggle. “Best. Day. Ever.”

And I can’t help it — I look at him, heart full to bursting, and whisper, “Thank you.”

He turns to me, eyes soft. “You don’t have to thank me. This just feels… right.”

And as the engines hum to life and Ella starts singing the Cars theme under her breath, I realize he’s right.

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The second we step into the paddock, Ella’s already tugging at my hand, eyes wide like she’s just walked into Disneyland for motorsport lovers. Which, to be fair… she has. She’s got her oversized Ferrari cap on — gifted by Lewis, obviously — and her little team tee that nearly reaches her knees. There’s a lanyard with her paddock pass bouncing against her chest, and an expression on her face that says she’s exactly where she belongs. We’re barely past the entrance when she spots someone and gasps dramatically.

“Mama,” she hisses. “UNCLE FERRARI!!”

Before I can even ask what that means, she’s bolting straight across the walkway — and right into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

He lets out a surprised laugh but catches her easily, crouching down as she throws her arms around his neck like they’ve known each other forever.

“Bonjour, petite fille,” he grins, his accent soft. “Uncle Ferrari?”

Ella nods solemnly. “You’re the red one. My favorite.”

From a few steps behind us, my brother bursts out laughing.

“Oh really, Ella?” he calls over. “What does that make me then?”

She blinks at him, thinking very hard. “Uncle Ferrari boss.”

I nearly choke.

Charles is now laughing, absolutely delighted. “You’ve been upgraded,” he tells my brother with a wink.

“You see what I deal with?” I murmur as I walk over, cheeks warm.

My brother grins. “Honestly? She’s already more popular in this paddock than most of our drivers.”

He’s not wrong.

And then—like some sort of comedic timing conspiracy—Lando Norris strolls in, clearly intrigued by the toddler-sized Ferrari fan in Charles’s arms.

“What’s all this?” he asks, eyes twinkling as he bends down. “Who’s this little legend? Is this the Ella?”

Ella turns her head, still in Charles’s arms. “Who are you?”

Charles chuckles. “That’s Lando. He drives the orange one.”

She squints. “Like… orange Lightning McQueen?”

Lando gasps, offended and flattered all at once. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever called me.”

Right on cue, George Russell appears, sunglasses on, sipping something green and healthy-looking, clocking the scene instantly.

“Don’t tell me we have a new favorite on the grid?” he says with a teasing glance at Charles.

“She already declared me Uncle Ferrari,” Charles says smugly.

“Uncle who?” George repeats, eyebrow raised. Then he leans down toward Ella. “And what am I then?”

She eyes him, deadly serious. “Uncle Sunglasses.”

George looks personally attacked.

“She’s not wrong,” I mumble, trying not to laugh.

Charles passes Ella back to me and says, “You’ll have to earn new titles, boys.”

I smile as Ella curls back into my arms, thrilled and smug and totally in her element.

Lando looks at me for the first time — really looks. “You must be YN.”

“Guilty,” I laugh. “And mildly horrified by the chaos she’s already caused.”

“No chaos,” George grins, offering a hand. “Just a ray of sunshine — and, let’s be honest, the new face of the Ferrari junior program.”

Charles nods sagely. “It’s settled then.”

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lewis’ pov

Three months. Ninety-something days since our first date. And somehow, it already feels like a lifetime — in the best way possible.

I’ve fallen in love twice in that time. Once with YN. And once with the tiny, bossy, endlessly curious human who came with her.

Ella.

She’s currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of my hotel suite, wearing her favorite Ferrari hoodie (that she refuses to take off even when it’s 24 degrees outside), munching on grapes, and watching Cars for what I think is the third time today. Maybe fourth. I’ve lost count.

YN is finally getting the full day to herself I’ve been begging her to take — massage, facial, lunch with her best friend, the works. I practically shoved her into the spa robe myself this morning while Ella shouted “BYEEEEEEEEE MAMA!” like she wasn’t secretly obsessed with her.

Honestly? I was more nervous than I thought I’d be.

It’s one thing to be with YN and Ella, our little trio. But just me and Ella? On our own?

Turns out, I didn’t need to worry.

We’ve been building forts. Making up names for the pit crew. Drawing faces on fruit. She told me earlier that my beard makes me look “wise like a lion.”

I’ll take it.

Right now, she scoots closer to the couch, then climbs up beside me without a word. I put the remote down and wrap an arm around her shoulders automatically.

“Still tired, munchkin?”

She nods, rubbing her eyes. Then she curls into my side and rests her cheek against my chest like she’s done it a hundred times before.

We sit in silence, just the hum of the movie in the background and the soft weight of her against me. It’s the kind of stillness that feels sacred.

Then, out of nowhere, she mumbles it.

“Love you, Daddy.”

My heart actually stops.

It takes a second for my brain to catch up. I glance down, thinking maybe I heard her wrong — maybe she meant teddy or Laddy, the dog from the movie or some imaginary character I’ve missed — but no.

She’s looking up at me with sleepy eyes and the softest smile.

Like she knows.

“Did you…” I start, my voice catching. “Did you just call me—?”

“Daddy,” she repeats, gently. “You’re mine, right?”

Something in my chest breaks wide open.

I gather her into my arms fully now, holding her like she’s the most precious thing I’ve ever touched — because she is.

“Yeah, baby,” I whisper into her hair. “I’m yours. Always.”

And I mean it more than I’ve meant anything in my life.

When YN texts me an hour later.

how’s my wild child??

She’s perfect. Everything’s perfect.

Remind me to tell you what she said today.

(You’re gonna cry, by the way.)

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your pov :

I knew something had shifted the second I walked back into the hotel suite.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. The lights were low, Ella was tucked into bed, and Lewis was sitting on the couch in one of his hoodies, staring down at his hands. Calm. Still. But there was something in the air — soft and heavy, like a truth waiting to be spoken.

He looked up when he heard me come in and smiled that quiet kind of smile I’ve only seen him give when it’s just us. No cameras. No circuits. Just him and me and Ella.

“Hey,” I said, voice gentle. “How’d it go?”

“She was an angel,” he said softly. “You should go to the spa more often.”

I laughed and walked toward him, kicking off my shoes and sitting beside him on the couch. “Did she make you watch Cars again?”

“Twice,” he nodded. “And she made Lightning McQueen a girl this time. She renamed him Elaina.”

“Of course she did.”

He looked at me then — really looked at me — and I felt the air shift again.

“She said something today,” he said, voice lower now. “Something kind of big.”

My heart stilled. “What do you mean?”

“She called me ‘Daddy.’” His voice cracked the tiniest bit. “Just… said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.”

My breath caught.

Tears welled in my eyes instantly — fast, overwhelming, real.

“She what?” I whispered.

“She looked up at me, smiled, and just… said it.” He paused. “And I swear, YN, I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

I covered my mouth with one hand, completely undone.

“She’s never called anyone that before,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “Not once.”

“I know,” he said, scooting closer. “And I didn’t want to tell you just to tell you. I wanted to tell you because… I realized something.”

I blinked up at him, heart pounding.

“I love her,” he said simply. “So much it scares me. But I love you, too. Completely. Quietly. Loudly. All of it.”

My breath hitched. His eyes never left mine.

“I don’t want this to be casual,” he continued. “I don’t want to be your maybe. I want to be your person. I want to be hers. I want to be ours.”

Tears slid down my cheeks, but I was smiling now.

“You already are,” I whispered.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

“So then let’s make it official,” he murmured. “No more soft launches. No more pretending we’re not already a family.”

I kissed him — soft, grateful, all-in — and whispered against his lips.

“Okay. Official.”

And it felt like the most natural, beautiful yes I’d ever given.

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[mieisunki]

friends?

alt: things they do that make you question their friendship

ot7 x reader warnings: none

masterlist

heeseung: calling you pet names

when you and heeseung first met, he always called you by your name. but one day that changed. you two were cooking in the kitchen when he called for you.

"hey, baby. can pass me the salt?"

you nearly broke your neck trying to see who he was talking to since it was only the two of you. once you realized he was talking to you, your quickly became embarrassed- hiding your red face in your hands. heeseung loved your reaction, so of course he started calling you every pet name he could think of whenever he had the chance.

"hey honey. can you come here?"

"what do you think of this one, sweetheart?"

"angel, what do you want to eat?"

you never thought you would get used to it- always flushing when he called you anything other than your name. but one day, he called you by your name to see your reaction. the pout you gave him nearly broke him. in fact, it did. he spent the next five minutes on the floor before he could even attempt to stand up stand up. he pulled you into his arms as he teased you even more.

"aw. i knew you liked my nicknames, angel."

the nicknames never stopped- only got worse. as did your feelings. you could only hope that he didn't do it just for your reaction. that he did it because he felt the same.

rest under the cut

jonseong: being protective of you

jay has always been overprotective of you. ever since the two of you met, it was like you had a human guard dog. you could completely shut your mind off around jay and know you were completely safe.

jay would almost always go with you when you went out in public. if you were walking on the sidewalk, he would always make sure he was on the outside. if you were crossing the street, his hand would be on your back guiding you. doors? you've never opened one when your with jay. he even buckles your seatbelt if you don't do it before he starts the car.

"jay, really?"

"your safety is my priority."

if you were confident enough to wear something revealing, he would always keep an eye for any wardrobe malfunctions. and if your confidence suddenly went away and you start feeling self conscious, jay's jacket would be draped over you before you would even realize it.

"why did you do that?"

"i could tell you were uncomfortable."

"what if you get cold?"

"then i'll buy another jacket."

when you two were at a party, and some guy would walk up to you. the guy would barely get two words in before jay was by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and glaring at the guy. after he ran them off, he would look down at you with a soft smile.

"they weren't good enough for you."

"you always say that."

"and i'm always right."

it never occurred to you before why he did these things. it wasn't until one of your friends questioned you about these things that you started questioning them. the realization of your feelings for him hit you like a truck. you never wanted him to stop doing these things for you- and he never wanted to stop either.

jaeyun: always touching you in some way

jake is a big fan of physical touch, especially with you. having grown up together, you two were always very close. but it was after you two were grown that something shifted.

his touches got more frequent- and more intimate. he started blurring the lines of your guys friendship. at first you brushed it off, but it eventually came to a point that you couldn't anymore.

for example, you two always got asked if you were dating, even as teenagers. jake used to always speak up first, denying it which you never had any issues with. but one day he just stopped denying them. instead, he pulled you closer before thanking them with a bright smile.

"you two are such a cute couple!"

"thank you!"

or when you two had your weekly movie nights, you used to sit next to each other without touching. now jake has to be touching (or cuddling) you in some way, or he turns into a whining mess.

"you're so far away!"

"jake, i'm sitting right next to you."

"your point?"

he also now holds your hand 24/7, in public and in private, and lord help you if you pull away. he'll stand still, not even caring if it's in the middle of the sidewalk, and refuse to move until you hold his hand again.

"jake, what are you doing?"

"i can't function unless i'm holding your hand."

eventually, you started to see him in a different light. one that you hoped he saw you in as well. but until then, you would continue to power through these moments while falling more in love with your best friend- while hoping he felt the same.

sunghoon: not treating you like he does his other friends

you and sunghoon were the types of people that no one saw being friends. the two of you were complete opposites. you were summer, and he was winter. you were loud, and he was quiet. so how the two of you become good friends was a mystery.

you would be lying if you said you never had feelings for him. who wouldn't. you had already come to the acceptance that he would never feel the same way, but then one of your friends started pointing out things he would do that he didn't do for others. you brushed her off after listening to her. you didn't believe her at first, but then you started watching.

if your friend group were hanging out together, one he was always sitting by you. and then two, he jacket would always end up over your legs- even if you were wearing pants. you motioned one time to your friend next to him who was wearing a skirt.

"what about her? she's probably cold and i'm not."

"she's not my concern. you are."

if you two were ordering food, he would always ask you what you wanted before, so he could tell the waiter because he knew you didn't like to order your food. and when you've been to that place multiple times, he doesn't even ask- already knowing your order.

"what if i wanted something different?"

"you don't. you don't like change."

the final straw you friend had was when you guys visited the arcade which you did so frequently. they had just changed out the plushies in the claw machine, and you wanted one. one look from sunghoon, and he was at the machine winning you the plushie. one of the other girls asked if he could get her one as well, but he refused.

"sunghoon, why didn't you help her out?"

"didn't feel like it."

it took you a while, but you finally confronted that he does treat you differently than the rest of your friends. but that didn't mean he felt the same about you. you weren't going to say anything though because you were too scared to loose him. you would just continue being delusional and thinking that there may be a chance he likes you back.

seonwoo: always spending time with you

you and sunoo met mutually from jungwon, the two of you having grown up with each other. from the first time you and sunoo met, you two were inseparable. where one was, there was a 95% that the other was there as well.

whenever he had free time, he was over at your place. it was to a point where he didn't even ask. he just showed up, letting himself in your place with the key you gave him. he's given you enough scares to last a life time.

"sunoo! when did you get here?"

"about 10 minutes ago. that new show came out, and i want to watch it with you."

then whenever he had a schedule but still wanted to see you, you had no problem staying at the dorms. he would always beat you to the door, opening it before pulling you into a hug.

"yn! i missed you."

"you saw me yesterday though."

"and that was 24 hours too long."

and of course, the guys would always tease the two of you for spending so much time together.

"do you two ever get tired of each other?"

"do you ever get tired of breathing?"

you didn't think it was strange- the two of you spending so much time together. it wasn't until jay actually pointed out how much time the two of you spent together that you realized that you saw him more than you saw your other friends.

and then came the realization why you were so happy to spend time with him. when you spoke to your friends about it, they all teased you, telling you it was time you realized your feelings. but then came the hard part. waiting for him to realize them.

you would though. and if he didn't reciprocate your feelings and confessed to you, you would take your secret to the grave. because being around him while hiding your feelings somehow seemed easier than not having him in your life at all.

jungwon: giving you compliments

jungwon was your number one supporter, and he never let you forget it. every time he saw you, he would give you at least one compliment before you could even tell him hello.

if you got a new shirt, he would know.

"you got a new shirt?"

"i did!"

"it looks so good on you! you should wear that color more often. it really brings out the color of your eyes."

if you got a haircut, his hands would instantly be playing with it.

"you like it, won?"

"like it? i didn't think you could get any prettier, but you just love proving me wrong, don't you."

one day, he was having a rough day, so you surprised him with a homecooked meal. you had never seen him smile so big.

"i didn't know you were a chef!"

"i'm not. i followed a recipe for this."

"you're so talented! i'd eat your cooking everyday."

every time you would question him about compliments, he would tell you that someone like you deserved many compliments. so it wasn't surprising to you when you caught yourself falling for him. he was just so sweet to you in a way you noticed he wasn't like for anyone else.

you hoped one day soon he would confess he felt the same way. because if not, all of his compliments would make you loose your mind.

riki: letting you win games

you and riki first met online- playing games. so it wasn't shocking that you two played a lot in your free time. the two of you were also switching between games while trying new ones. the only disagreement came when you two couldn't decided on what to play.

"rock, paper, scissors?"

"riki, you always lose."

"i don't know what you're talking about. i never loose."

and of course, just like every other time, he played paper when you played rock. you always just thought he was horrible at the game. not that he always knew you played rock first.

then came the games you two played. every time it was 2v2, you would win at the last second. you weren't a sore winner, but you always bumped riki's shoulder with a teasing smile.

"i thought you said you were good at this game?"

"maybe i'm just having an off day."

you didn't start to question anything until you hung out with him and his friends one afternoon. of course, they wanted to play games which you were completely fine with. you and riki sat next to each other while he played everyone. he also won every single time.

"riki, you normally suck at this game."

"these guys are just worse than i am."

you then played a round with one of guys riki won against, and you lost. though when you and riki played, you won just like you always did. you were finally able to put two and two together- that he was letting you win. riki hated losing yet here he was, yet here he was loosing purposefully for you.

once you realized that, it didn't take long for your feelings for him to grow into something more. especially after the smiles he gave you every time you won. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything though. you just waited patiently-waiting for him to reveal he felt the same about you.

[yourstrqly]

  ➳   PILATES + F1  ⁺   ✢

you ask the drivers to join your pilates session. includes the f1 grid 2025 (except aston martin & lawson) and dilfs (räikkönen, vettel, webber, button)

ᡴꪫ my poor bby alex but nico was on fire (how did a tractor beat a ferrari?) Also hello, my hiatus ends with this

ᤎ༉ williams

aa23 — wakes up one morning and decides he wants to see (not join) what pilates is about — you make him wear athletic wear, saying that he can get a glimpse for a few minutes and then do his required workout — but suprise! joins the class when he's asked by the pilates instructor if he wants to try — "its torture bunny, how are you doing it once a weak? Can't feel my arms" (he's all sweaty, a massive grimace on his face while you pout sweetly, body just slightly covered with sweat) — redemption arc incoming

cs55 — gifts you pilates reformer so you both can workout from home — doesn't think to even try it out but his fitness coach sees it and makes him use it — it becomes part of his daily workout routine — buys a second reformer because now you can do his routine together — "look at us mi amore, finally a couple workout routine" (he looks like a puppy saying it, bright eyes, big smile)

ᤎ༉ mercedes

ka12 — kimi and you plan dates based on the tiktok trend 'alphabet dating' and its your turn to plan a date based on the letter p — for a while now you wanted to try pilates but didn't go so it's the ideal idea to do it with your emotional support bf — "its horrendous cuore mio, don't make me do it again" (you won't, but you can't wait to show his sister the video)

gr63 (platonic!reader) — you and carmen plan the monthly girl's day at her and george's place, and you decide to ask carmen to join you for a class as you have seen pilates trend all over social media — george the ever so chatty guy, comes in at the moment and wants to know what pilates is — so you book a pilates class for the three of you — george is into it and gets every penny out of the class

ᤎ༉ alpine

pg10 and kika! (love herrr) — kika is the first to try pilates and swears by it, thats why she's making you tag along to her pilates classes (she even bought you matching sets!) — you don't enjoy it much but do it anyway because you feel stronger and love kika's excitement whenever you join her — pierre, feeling slightly left out, watches the pair of you get ready in matching pink sets and decides to swap his morning run (and black clothes) for a pilates session (and pink shirt and shorts) — like you, pierre doesn't like it as much as kika though he loves the fact you're all doing it together and secretly likes the colour coordinated fits

fc43 — doesn't get the hype around it — you try to bribe him with a paid dinner, shopping spree and other things but nothing seems to work till he comes around and makes a suggestion — "i'll join you if we'll have car sex guapa" — will spill the fact he had sex in his car in an interview

ᤎ༉ racing bulls

ih6 — "that's a torture device, bebe, to stretch and kill a man. i won't go even near it." — he does after encouraging words (and a week long sex ban) — very hesitate to use it and mostly lays on it, watching you putting all work it — is very vocal on how good you look and compliments your flexibility

i dont write for liam, sorry!

ᤎ༉ red bull

mv1 — doesn't care for the sport and you can't get him to join — still is a supportive bf and buys you cute sets and trinkets but also pays for the classes

yt22 — takes one look at it and regrets his decision — powers through the class, face mirroring his hate for it but tries and fails to put on a brave face — afterwards he sips on a strawberry matcha, eyes wide as you happily talk about buying a reformer for your shared home (he can't say no when you're that excited but is dreading the view of the toture device in his home gym)

ᤎ༉ ferrari

cl16 & alex — alex and you see pilates all over tiktok and decide to give it a go — while you stay consistent, alex much rather enjoyes her cardio and does it in the meantime — but once in a whild she will join you for a beginners class (its just a hobby, you don't take it too seriously) and books it for the three of you, so charles doesn't have an out — he's pretty confident he'll be better than alex but his confident attitude dwindles when you arrive and he's the only man — a man in a women dominated field! — after adjusting a few times, he'll definitely end the class on a high, cocky smirk on his face

lh44 — isn't too happy about it and doesn't enjoy it a bit but will be better than you — is definitely planning a revenge

ᤎ༉ kick sauber

gb5 — "you want me to do what?" — he's not thrilled but his ego will absolutely push him to do his best and top yours — will make you pay for the class and matcha afterwards — occasionally joins you when you go to a class just to brag in front of your girlfriends that he's better than you — doesn't realise that his cocky attitude is a big reason why you continue with pilates (he's hot like that)

nh27 — he'll do it without complaining but you take one look and know he doesn't like it but will push through the class (he does the sets more or less lazy) — class finished? great now he can freely gossip about the pilates moms' drama — "Nein, nein, she said that Claire's chocolate cake isn't made out of fresh ingredients but cake mix box. But says it's her grandma's recipe. Poor granny, her reputation might aswell be gone." — asks you once a month to book a class for him too just for the gossip

ᤎ༉ haas

ob87 — is doomscrolling when you get ready for your first pilates class ever, nervous smile decorating your lips as you put your hair up — instantly asks you about plans and if he can drive you — the class has free space which gives you the chance to pleading look up your boyfriend "can you join? i'd feel so much more secure" — will do it even though he doesn't exactly wear the right stuff but he's a man in love and how can he say no to your beautiful face?

eo31 (bff!reader) — its estie bestie who has to listen to you complain about wanting to pick up sports again but you don't — thats why he books you a pilates class — doesn't realise the consequence of his action because you will book him a pilates class too under the disguise that you're joining his workout routine

ᤎ༉ mclaren

op81 — come on, that man is gone for you and will do it once for you without protest — during the class his irritation will grow but he'll keep it to himself and lets you rant about your difficulties and accomplishments when you share a snack on your way home

ln4 — he views pilates as a typical girl's sport and doesn't even think about doing it himself but you catch him off guard when you make him join you in front of the tv, a video on its display and a few things like towels and weights laying besides the mats — you'll absolutely destroy him but won't notice it because you're locked in — he's panting at the end, laying sideways to watch you

ᤎ༉ dilfs

kr7 — complains about back pain for days, so you ask him to join you — immediately says no — but you stay persistent and search for pilates at home videos on youtube — finally get him to join you but only because you'll give him a massage afterwards

sv5 — on tuesdays, he religiously pulls out everything that's needed for a good pilates session at home — its a ritual and it started with you wanting to be fitter after seeing him workout (he didnt pressured you, it motivated you) — is a dedicated motivation speaker, says stuff like "Meine Süße, two reps and then breath", "You're doing amazing, oh look at you, legs toned and abs on display"

jb22 — honestly he doesn't care for pilates at all but seeing you wear those cute sets? sign him up — which you did — "She wants us to do that? Hell no" (does it anyway) — as long as you go to his sport with him, he'll go to your sport

mw (whats his racing number? 15? someone tell me pls) — supportive but won't go to pilates or do it at home after seeing videos — "I love you but i'll not do it. Hush it, stop with your eyes, darling." — will ask lily, oscar's girlfriend, to go with you and pays for it

[jinjoohaa]

JJK men when you go on a date with another guy

CW: NSFW, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, degradation, choking (light), spanking, begging, mild dubcon vibes, toxic obsession, heartbreak, praise/degradation mix, somnophilia undertones (Geto), angst-laced smut. 18+ only.

Kento Nanami

Painfully adult about it. He won’t beg, won’t yell, but the way his jaw clenches when you tell him is telling enough. He’ll give you space... but not without asking for something first.

“One last time,” he says, low, almost reverent. “I need to remember what it felt like to be inside you before someone else takes my place.”

That night is slow torture. He kisses you like a man saying goodbye, touches you like he’s etching the memory into his bones. He doesn't cum until you're begging, and even then, he does it deep, slow, aching—whispers a broken “thank you” into your neck as he finishes. Then he leaves before morning, and doesn’t come to your room again.

Satoru Gojo

Oh, he loses it. Cracks wide open.

The second he finds out, he spirals—starts cracking jokes to cover the panic. Then he gets quiet. Real quiet. Follows you around the apartment like a kicked puppy. When you try to leave, he’s at the door, blocking it.

“Please don’t go,” he murmurs, eyes wide and glassy. “Don’t let someone else have you. You think he’s gonna love you like I do? Talk to you the way I talk to you when you're stuffed full of my cock and crying my name?”

Drops to his knees right there in the hallway. Arms around your thighs, face pressed into your stomach. Whispers, “I’ll be good. I’ll stop flirting with everyone else. I’ll give you everything. Just don’t go. I love you so much, please.”

Filthy, desperate, so full of love it’s pathetic. And if you give in? He eats you out right there on the floor like a man starved, moaning into your pussy like it’s the only thing that can save him.

Toji Fushiguro

Quiet. Cold. Terrifying.

Doesn’t say a word when you tell him. Just stare at you with that heavy, unreadable look, jaw ticking. That night, he doesn’t come out of his room. The next morning, he’s gone before you wakes up.

Then you comes back from your “date.”

Toji’s sitting in the kitchen in the dark, one arm thrown over the back of a chair, the other holding a drink. He doesn’t even look at you. Just says, “He touch you?”

If you lie? He stands, walks over slow, cages you against the fridge with one arm, and sniffs your neck like a predator. “Lying won’t save you, baby.”

If you don’t stop him—if you so much as breathes wrong—he lifts you onto the counter and ruins you. One hand choking you gently, the other between your legs, growling things like, “You think some college boy can fuck you like this? You think he knows what to do with a mouthy little cunt like yours?”

Fuck you so deep and mean you forget why you even went out in the first place.

Suguru Geto

Smiles like it’s a joke.

“Oh? A date?” he says, smirking from the couch. “How cute. Hope he doesn’t bore you to death.”

But behind closed doors, he’s pacing. Smoking. Muttering to Gojo about how they should’ve marked you earlier. When you get back, he’s already in your bed, legs spread, shirt off, holding your favorite hoodie in his lap like a fucking scent-hound.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he purrs as you walk in. “Did he make you laugh? Did he make you wet?”

You say no. Of course you say no.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now come here and let me erase him.”

Tie your wrists above your head and make you cum until you're sobbing. Spanks you until your thighs are shaking. Makes you say his name over and over, soft and fucked-out, while he kisses the tears from your cheeks and murmurs, “No one will ever love you the way we do.”

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Gojo Satoru

*:･ Such a tight fit for him, no matter how many times he preps you you, you never get used to him, such a pretty stretch. God he never gets tired of this pussy<3

*:･ Letting out his pent up frustrations, he's known to be this funny and extroverted guy but with his missions and problems he barely sees his girl anymore, he just misses you(r) pussy so much just let him have it and you know you're not complaining with him fucking you so nice and rough

*:･ He's just so desperate for that pussy, just let him eat it and stop squirming and trying to get out of his grip, and don't worry, of course he loves it especially when you squirt on his face *:･ you can't tell me Gojo isn't this wild to not do this? Especially when you're at a party now dare or not, he is willing to do this for free

Toji Fushiguro

*:･ One minute you were sitting on the couch with Toji, definitely not staring at his muscles. Okay, you were and that just happens to boost his ego and what does he do? He shows you how strong he is<3

*:･ He saw that the neighbor was trying to hit you up and he just needed to remind him that you were taken, to be honest confronting is just TOO much work, but fucking you and slapping that ass is much better, I mean yeah it's work but rewarding at the same time; to just feel that perfect pussy wrapped around his cock like and you screaming! (After that you're neighbor never talked to you)

*:･ What he leaves as his wallpaper, I mean who wouldn't, besides gotta show how pretty his prize is to the whole world, make em know that no body can make you feel better than he can<3 (Image)

Sakuna Ryomen

*:･ You're his favorite concubine sitting on his lap in a meeting with all the village leaders/chiefs as he softly massages your pussy trying to silence your whimpering but of course he just speeds up the pace testing how long you can last!

*:･You really thought you could run away from him? Pathetic really, who told you, that you can run away from him! The King of curses, you must take him for the fool. Just shut up and take it.

*:･ As the King of Curses he doesn't bow down for anyone, but oh how your pussy is so pretty, he just loves the way you squirm beneath him. I mean squirming just makes him want to burry his head in this pussy for-EVER

Geto Suguru

*:･ You're in his cult and he said something was wrong with you and you needed a very special inspection that he needed to do in private. Now how couldn't you say no, he cares about you and who are you to say no?

*:･ Oh how he just loves it when you ride his dick like your life depends on it

*:･ Rumor has it that you can gain power just by the his cum now you're needy for power (definitely not him) either way you're testing it out. If this happens more than once does that count as a win?

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part thirteen | r.c

summary:

JJ only snickered as he fixed his cap, before turning to you with a smirk. “Hey. Kie run you off yet?”

“I don’t think she’d ever manage do as much damage as you yourself could,” you pointed out and JJ laughed, his hand curling around the arm of your chair, pulling you closer to him.

“See, when you used to say things like that, I thought you meant it, but now I know you’re just trying to hide that you actually like me.”

OR; JJ sees another side of you and you distance yourself from Rafe and your friends

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: mention of smoking weed and driving while intoxicated, vulgar choice of words (idk why I put this, I always use vulgar words help)

word count: 4,2k

author's note: hi. highly anticipated new chapter 👀 also I've noticed that the chapters do tend to be longer now (compared to the 2k-ish chapters from season one) but I just gotta pack everything in that needs to be in the chapter and i know you guys don’t mind hehe. hope you have sooo much fun reading! 🫶🏼

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pt. thirteen: "tell your friends you’re out for a run”

kelce in 3 musketeers and their precious [05/02/24: 3:54 pm]: we hanging out this week?

top in 3 musketeers and their precious [05/02/24: 4:12 pm]: I’m down. Time and place?

rafe in 3 musketeers and their precious [05/02/24: 4:19 pm]: ask Precious

kelce [05/02/24: 4:21 pm]: hey what’s up??? why are u awol?

JJ [05/02/24: 4:26 pm]: gotta finish this up with john b and then i’ll meet you there

With a small sigh, you flipped your phone around, screen face down. It had been about a week since you got back from Nassau. It had been the same amount of time since you had seen your friends last. Rafe definitely knew you were blowing him off, and you did feel bad, especially since he had been worried about things between the two of you. But really, what other choice did you have? You needed some distance before you could pretend like you didn’t care that he was apparently starting some relationship with a random girl he met. And staying away from Rafe meant staying away from Topper and Kelce, too.

Topper definitely knew what he was talking about when he was warning you about having sex with Rafe.

“Can I get you anything, or…?”

You lifted your eyes from the wooden table top you were staring at to see Kiara look at you expectantly, raising a brow.

As it turned out, you didn’t have a lot of friends besides Kelce, Topper and Rafe, which honestly was never a problem before. Now, however, that you were trying to get some space from Rafe, it proved to be more lonesome than you had expected.

Not that lonesome though.

You had been spending a lot of time with JJ lately, which did manage to distract you. It also meant spending a lot of time over on the Cut, mostly because it was more convenient, but also lowered the chances of running into your friends. You weren’t exactly trying to hide that you were out with JJ, but honestly, you knew you were preventing a lot of headaches that way.

Another place you had been frequenting more often was the Wreck, where you were now. It was one of the last places anyone would expect you to be, despite it being on Figure Eight.

“Can I just get a diet coke on ice?” you said, and Kiara gave you a brief nod, disappearing back inside. It didn’t take long for her to return with a can of diet coke and a glass filled with ice.

“Thanks,” you said and Kiara only responds with a wry smile, which was fair. The two of you barely interacted before, considering you were in very different circles. Despite her parents’ lavish home and their establishment on Figure Eight, Kiara considered herself a pogue, distancing herself from your part of the island as much as she possibly could, whereas you did enjoy the privilege your parents were able to provide you. Though you did see where she was coming from. In spite of all your differences, you both were two sides of the same coin. Before Sarah joined their friend group, Kiara was the only girl among her friends for the longest time, if anyone could understand you, it was her.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kiara paused, eyeing her parents behind the bar and the rest of the customers who seemed to be content, before she nodded with a small sigh, sitting down across from you, serving tray in her lap. She looked at you expectantly, while you struggled to find the right words.

“You’ve been friends with those guys for years… Did you ever.. Catch feelings for any of them?”

You knew you were revealing your feelings with your words, but what was Kiara gonna do? Go tell Rafe that you loved him?

“If you’re asking because you’re worried that you’ve got competition with JJ-“

“That’s not why I’m asking,” you quickly intervened, huffing. “You know my friends.”

Kiara leveled you with a look, squinting her eyes at you before she sighed, shrugging a bit with her shoulders.

“Well, it helps that JJ is a fucking idiot.”

You quirked a smile at her. “No argument from me.”

Kiara rolled her eyes with a scoff but you could detect a hint of a smile when she turned away. It took her a minute, before she finally found an answer to your question.

“I think it’s easy to mistake platonic love for romantic one, especially because you do spend so much time with your friends. There were times where I thought I was in love with one of them,” Kiara said, making you raise a brow at her. “But then I imagined kissing them and immediately realized that I would hate doing that.”

Yeah, you were definitely fucked.

You exhaled softly, leaning back in your chair, clearly unhappy with her answer. Kiara stayed silent, allowing you to wallow in your misery before you lifted your head again, finding her still looking at you. Right, JJ was one of her best friends and you basically just admitted that you were in love with one of your best friends.

“So is this the part where you’re telling me to stay away from JJ or…?”

“Nah, I ain’t touching that with a ten foot pole,” Kiara jeered, crossing her arms in an x. “JJ and his mortal enemy’s best friend is just a disaster waiting to happen. I want no part of that.”

“Mortal enemy?” you echoed, snorting. “What, are they going to fight for my honor?”

“What would you describe them as then, missy?” Kiara shot back. “Besides, I think you’re capable enough of fighting for your own honor.”

With a small laugh, you nodded, taking that as some sort of gesture of peace, which was nice. You were in no mood for more drama.

“And I think you know what you’re getting yourself into by getting involved with JJ, especially when your friends find out,” Kiara added, “I’m assuming they don’t know yet?”

You pulled a face, which was answer enough for Kiara. She didn’t have to tell you that this would end catastrophically, you knew and yet, here you were.

“Who died?”

JJ let himself fall into the free chair next to you, his crude words serving as some sort of hello. Kiara rolled her eyes, giving you a look which you knew meant really, this guy? and stood up, pushing JJ’s cap further down his face before she left to take care of the rest of the customers.

JJ only snickered as he fixed his cap, before turning to you with a smirk. “Hey. Kie run you off yet?”

“I don’t think she’d ever manage do as much damage as you yourself could,” you pointed out and JJ laughed, his hand curling around the arm of your chair, pulling you closer to him.

“See, when you used to say things like that, I thought you meant it, but now I know you’re just trying to hide that you actually like me.”

You rolled your eyes grinning as JJ looked you up and down, taking you in now that you were much closer.

“They’re not mutually exclusive.”

“Undercover ray of sunshine posing as an ice princess, I get it,” JJ said, like it was a matter of fact. Before you could argue with him, he leaned over to you, pressing his lips against yours.

Cheap trick.

Still you kissed him back, everything else pushed into the background for a while. While you didn’t want to think of Rafe while you were kissing JJ, you couldn’t help but compare them as you were with him. It was easier, being with JJ. Whenever you kissed Rafe all you kept thinking was is this the last time? am i kissing too much? this kiss feels different. With JJ, it was just kissing, no worries or thoughts behind it. It was nice, for a change.

You didn’t know how long you kissed, only breaking apart when someone cleared their throat. Looking up, you found the rest of JJ’s friends surrounding you, all wearing different expressions.

“Hey guys, didn’t see you there,” JJ greeted them cheerfully, as if this was the most normal setting.

“Hey,” you greeted them, lifting your hand for a wave.

“Hey,” Sarah said, sitting down next to you, glancing between you and JJ. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling a little awkwardly. “How have you been?”

As you and Sarah spoke John B took a seat next to her, leaving Pope to stand.

“I’ll go grab another chair,” he said, gesturing to a table in the back, but JJ stopped him.

“No need. We’ll make some space.”

“Please don’t,” John B said dryly, but JJ had already tugged you over in his lap, freeing up another chair.

“Jesus,” you muttered, brushing your hair out of your face, giving JJ a dirty look. Pope only sighed loudly, dropping into your now free chair while you got comfortable in JJ’s lap.

“You good?” JJ asked, his hand coming up on your back to support you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Can you just warn me beforehand next time? I don’t like being manhandled.”

“Sorry,” JJ apologized, wincing. “Was trying to act fast.”

You huffed quietly under your breath and as you lifted your head, you realized that that the others had watched you the entire time. Especially Pope seemed particularly interested, leaning his chin in his hand.

“So how exactly did this happen?” he asked, gesturing towards the two of you, like he didn’t quite understand.

“Oh Pope my boy, you know it was only a matter of time before she fell for the Maybank charm,” JJ said with a waggle of his eyebrow, though they quickly creased when you dug your elbow into his ribs. “Guess I was a little persistent.”

“Now that sounds more believable,” Pope stated and John B nodded in agreement.

“Gotta say, I do like the two of you together,” he added, throwing his arm around the back of Sarah’s chair. “Maybe you can get JJ under a control a little, tighten his leash.”

“Big surprise, John B supports pogue and kook macking,” JJ snorted and you furrowed your brows.

“Hold on, I know for a fact that I’m not the first girl JJ’s been with that’s not from your side of the island.”

“You’re different,” Pope replied and the creased on your forehead deepened even more.

“How am I different?”

Before either of them could answer your question, Kiara returned with several bags of food, and another bag filled with drinks.

“You guys ready to go?”

You all piled out of the restaurant, getting more than one look thrown in your direction and you were sure that Kiara’s parents were glad that you left.

You had come in your own car, so you split up, JJ riding with you, while the rest of his friends piled into John B’s old VW van.

While you drove over to the Cut, soft music filtered out of your car’s speakers. Out of the corner of your eye, JJ was relaxing in the passenger seat, his hand out of the window, following the motion of the wind.

“Enjoy being the passenger princess for once?”

“Excuse you,” JJ said, affronted as he looked over to you. His long hair was swept over his forehead, but it was no use pushing it back, the wind blowing through the open window kept tousling his hair. “I was a passenger princess long before you decided to grace me with your presence. John B doesn’t trust me around the Twinkie anymore after I drove it into the tree in his backyard.”

“… You know what, I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Smart,” JJ acknowledged with a nod and you only rolled your eyes with a laugh.

The drive to John B’s place didn’t take too long, his van already parked in front of his house when you arrived. There wasn’t really a parking spot per se, so you parked right next to him. As you got out, closing the car door behind you, you couldn’t help but notice how your car seemed to stand out like a sore thumb. Your jeep was sparkling, especially after you had just picked it from your your monthly detail the day before, the blue car paint shining even more than usual, a stark contrast to John B’s van and house.

You tried not to think too much about how it mirrored you and your place here with JJ and his friends. Pushing your thoughts to the back, you followed JJ into the house, where it was clear that the Pogues had a routine; while Kiara unpacked the food on the small coffee table that was surrounded by the couch and an odd assortment of arm chairs, Pope cleared the paper bags, Sarah and John B disappeared somewhere, before returning with plates and cutlery. Everyone seemed to contribute to the shared meal that you were going to have.

Well, everyone except for JJ, who made himself comfortable on the couch. His eyes found yours and he patted on the empty nook on the couch next to him. Letting out an almost unperceivable sigh, you joined him on the couch. You felt a little weird, sitting around doing nothing while the others were fixing up food, like you were just a picture perfect “kook”, but honestly, JJ was the definition of the pogue, and he couldn’t be more relaxed sitting next to you, opening a can of beer while his friends finished setting up the table.

It wasn’t much later that everything was set up so you could finally eat, the food more than enough for the six of you. After you finished eating, everyone leaned back in their seats, tummies full.

“The food was really good, Kiara,” you said, the other girl looking up to you. “Your parents really know what they’re doing.”

“Thanks,” Kiara answered with a small smile, frowning when Sarah accidentally yanked on her hair when she reached for her bag, rummaging in it before she cheered.

“You know what’ll make today even better?” she asked before thrusting her hand forward. “This!”

The others clapped and cheered, but it took you a second to see what Sarah was holding was a joint between her fingers. In about a second, the joint was lit, and burning in qualms in Sarah’s mouth before she passed it around. You were impressed at their speed, not even you and your friends were that quick. Even though you didn’t really feel like smoking, you figured a little wouldn’t hurt.

You had suspected it the moment Sarah pulled the joint out, but when it finally reached your hands, it confirmed your suspicions. The joint felt familiar between your fingers, like one you’d smoked so many times before when you put your lips around it.

You wondered Sarah had just snuck the joint when she was at home, or if she had asked Rafe for one of his hand rolled joints. It was funny, you thought, how Rafe would do something so trivial like rolling his own joint, but you knew he liked knowing what was actually in there.

You passed the joint to Pope, already starting to feel the effects of the weed spreading into your systems, your limbs starting to loosen. Leaning your head back on the couch, you allowed yourself to relax a little, JJ’s warm body close to yours. The others talked among themselves, what exactly they were talking about, you didn’t really know, but you also just didn’t care.

It wasn’t long until JJ had the joint again, taking a few puffs before he offered it to you.

“I’m good,” you declined, making JJ pout.

“Come on,” he tried to coax you. “Just one more drag.”

“I said no JJ.”

JJ sighed, shaking his head, taking another drag. He leaned over you to pass the joint to Pope, but before he sat back down, JJ curled his hand around your neck, pressing his lips against in a kiss, blowing the smoke into your mouth.

“Jesus, JJ,” someone said behind JJ. You weren’t sure who it was, probably John B.

You were too busy coughing, not having expected the smoke filling your lungs, your hand coming up to punch his shoulder. You being you, not one to to back down, you kissed him back, biting down on his lips, a little more forcefully than needed. JJ grunted, his knee slotting in between your legs so he could press closer to you.

“Ugh, guys, really?”

“Get a room.”

You barely acknowledged their words, unusually so. It was rare that you engaged in public displays of affection and this was definition more than affection.

“I don’t think they’re gonna stop.”

The rustling of the couch and the door opening and closing was distant to your ears, too busy being surrounded by JJ. He however, seemed to clock immediately that the two of you were alone, moving to lay you down on the couch. JJ didn’t waste a second, his mouth finding your sensitive skin on your neck, working himself down your chest with small kisses, sucking on your skin every now and then.

You lifted your head a little, watching JJ plant kisses on your chest, sprawled on the couch gave you the worst kind of flashback. This was not the time to think about Rafe.

“Wait,” you stopped him, both of your hands on his chest to push him off of you.

“What?” JJ breathed out. His blonde hair was in streaks over his forehead, and you couldn’t help but notice how pink his lips were, undoubtedly your doing. Served him right.

“I’m not gonna fuck you on this couch.”

“Oh good,” he sighed, “cause I was planning on fucking you on this couch.”

You snorted out a laugh, slapping his chest and JJ sat up with a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“You know they’re not gonna come in, right?”

To be completely honest, you had forgotten all about this friends.

“It’s not about them,” you answered, somewhat evasively. “Just not today, okay.”

JJ cocked an eyebrow at you. “You sure I can’t convince you?”

“Yes, JJ.”

Still, he leaned over, his hand on your waist.

“What about second base?”

“Jesus Christ.”

The house was dark when you got home. You tried not to happen too often especially too many nights in a row, knowing your parents would be on your ass if you spent too much time away. To be fair, you hadn’t expected to be hanging out with JJ and his friends for this long, because you just didn’t know where you fit in with them, with your friends disliking his friends so much. The joint helped though, and against your smartest instincts, you smoked another round with them, making you relax and turn your thoughts off for a while. Despite the darkness of the night, you could make out someone sitting on the steps of the porch, and first, you thought it was one of your parents. But as the headlights of your car shone over the front of the house, you realized it was Rafe. Was it too late to wish it was your mom instead?

The trilling of insects was the only sound when you turned your car off, getting out without any difficulty. The slam of the car door echoed through the drive way and Rafe seemed unamused as he pushed himself off the stairs, walking towards you with deliberate steps, his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, with a frown and Rafe pressed his lips together.

“You’ve been MIA. I was worried,” he said, eyeing you up and down. “Where were you?”

“Out.”

“With whom?” Rafe wanted to know, knowing the same thing you knew. You didn’t have a lot of friends besides of him, Topper and Kelce. “You hanging out with someone you shouldn’t have?”

“Just Scarlett.”

You tried acting nonchalant, shrugging with your shoulders but the movement only allowed the strap of your purse to slip off. Before it could drop to the floor, Rafe caught it with his hands, giving you a look.

“You’re high?” he asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. You weren’t sure if it was the weed he was smelling on you, or if it was just plain obvious.

“And you drove like that?”

“How else would I get home?”

Rafe looked at you like you were stupid.

“You could have called me.”

“Because I need you to save me?” you scoffed. You weren’t entirely sure what was up with you.

Lie. You knew exactly what was up with you.

Rafe only stared at you, his nostrils flared, clearly agitated, and for a split second, you expected him to leave, leave you standing in front of your house, but he only wrenched your keys out of your hand, unlocking the front door for you. Despite the anger radiating from him, his touch was gentle when he ushered you inside the house, his hands steady on your back as you walked up the stairs, like he expected you to fall.

Surprisingly, you got into your bedroom without making too much noise, but instead of leaving, Rafe shut the door behind you, placing your purse on your drawer.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, frowning in confusion, the devil’s lettuce clouding your mind. You really needed to sleep.

“Getting you shower, because you might actually fall and drown yourself,” Rafe huffed, his hand around your arm when you moved to sit on your bed. “Don’t. The smell will seep into your sheets”

You rolled your eyes at him but you still let him drag you to your bathroom. He let go of your arm when you stood on the pink bathroom rug, gesturing towards your clothes.

“With or without clothes?”

Your face was blank as you stared at him.

“You’re not watching me shower.”

“Precious, I trust you to shower by yourself about as much as I would trust Kelce to drive my truck,” Rafe sighed, sitting down on the small ottoman, crossing his arms. For a while, you stood in the middle of your bathroom motionless, before you realized he wasn’t joking. With a small sigh, you started undressing, letting your clothes fall on the floor. You hesitated, pulling your top over your head, your bra soon following. Even though Rafe had seen you naked before, you still felt vulnerable as you got undressed in his presence, your eyes flitting to him.

His eyes zeroed in on your chest, but instead of making a lewd comment like you had expected, his face hardened before he turned away without saying anything, his jaw clenched. Your brows knitted together, but you kept quiet, your underwear joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, before you stepped into your shower, turning it on.

The water sobered you up a little, the cool droplets feeling refreshing against your skin. While your head was still in a daze, it lifted slightly, and embarrassment started to settle deep in your bones. You made quick work of washing the lingering scent of the weed of your skin, before you turned the water off, the stream becoming smaller drops, before the water stopped completely. You didn’t get out immediately though, trying to let go of what you were feeling, having to face Rafe, who was still here to take care of you, despite your behavior.

When you finally got out of the shower, your clothes on the floor were gone, and so was Rafe. Before he had left, he had put out your bathrobe and a towel, which you quickly used to dry off and wrap your hair. Exiting your bathroom, you went back into your room, and it looked like Rafe was never here, except for the glass of water that stood on your nightstand.

You picked it off, taking a sip and before you knew it, the glass was empty. You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were until you’d seen the crisp water. With a small sigh, you pushed the empty glass back on the nightstand, before crawling into your bed, knocking out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, when you woke up, you felt slightly less terrible than you had anticipated. The sun filtered in through the closed blinds, which you didn’t remember closing, though you did appreciate the sun not completely shining into your bedroom.

Throwing the blankets back, you got out of bed, your movements slow. With a yawn, you padded to the bathroom, turning the lights on your feet coming to a halt when you caught your reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck.”

Slowly, you traced your finger tips across the splatter of hickeys that JJ must have left on your chest. You honestly hadn’t even noticed.

Rafe knew you lied to him.

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author's note: so there were two version of this ending, one with rafe tucking precious in and the one you got. if you don't like it, @eldrith said to go the angstier route so complain to her <3 BUT WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS???!!?! <3

[itoshiierae]

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ᡣ𐭩 ft: ran haitani, rindou haitani, hanma shuji, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto

ᡣ𐭩 notes: just thinking about the tokyo rev boys having the biggest crush on you but being too scared to say it out loud, so they show it instead; in the things they do for you, in the effort they’ll never talk about & in the way they care without calling it love 🥹

✧ RAN HAITANI ✧

𖥔 ran will say “you’re so troublesome,” but his hand’s already brushing your hair behind your ear, especially when it’s gotten all messy from the wind.

𖥔 he pretends he’s uninterested, but somehow you never pay for your own food when he’s around. and when you ask why, he just leans back in his seat, eyes half-lidded and says, “..what? i was hungry anyway. so i paid for us both.”

𖥔 you once complain about having headaches and then the next day, there’s already a new bottle of meds sitting on your desk with a note that says: ‘don’t forget to take this.’

𖥔 ran flirts like he’s playing around, but the truth is; he shows love through the little things he does. it’s in the routines he builds around you, the things he quietly manages so you never have to ask twice, or at all.

✧ RINDOU HAITANI ✧

𖥔 rindou won’t admit that he has a crush on you, he’ll just sit beside you in silence with his hand resting close to yours while secretly hoping that you feel the same way as he does.

𖥔 he keeps a playlist on his phone titled with your initials— filled with songs that remind him of you. he listens to it alone, usually late at night, but he’ll never let you see it.

𖥔 the moment he notices that you’re shivering even just a little, his hoodie is already off and over your shoulders before you can say a word.

𖥔 and if you cry? he won’t ask why. he’ll just hold you tighter until you’re ready to speak.

but if it turns out some guy was the reason??? ohhh… he better count his days. because rindou haitani doesn’t just get even, he makes sure they regret ever hurting you.

✧ HANMA SHUJI ✧

𖥔 hanma calls you annoying with that familiar grin but he knows your iced coffee order by heart, right down to your sugar level preference and the exact swirl of syrup you like.

𖥔 he always says he hates coming to school, always complains about how pointless it is but still shows up every single day just to see you. and the one time you didn’t come for three days in a row???? he didn’t ask around— he simply investigated. found whatever scraps of information he could just to figure out where you were, what happened, and why he felt so restless not knowing.

𖥔 he’s the type to roll his eyes, call you a brat, throw in a “whatever” but his gaze always finds you first no matter how crowded the room is.

𖥔 and if you ever get hurt? that’s when you’ll really see it. because hanma’s love shows up fastest when fear does, and whoever touched you??? they’ll wish they were never born.

✧ IZANA KUROKAWA ✧

𖥔 izana never tells people you’re off-limits. infact he doesn’t have to as they already see it in the way he watches you; it’s an unspoken rule that you’re untouchable.

𖥔 he never says “you’re beautiful.” instead, he just stares at you whenever he thinks you’re not looking. he memorizes the shape of your tired eyes, your laugh, the way your hands move when you’re ranting about something small. and you’ll catch him staring sometimes, but he’ll immediately look away.

𖥔 when you’re sick, he paces the room like a ghost— wiping your sweat, changing out towels, muttering “idiot” under his breath to cover the quiet panic in his chest.

𖥔 he keeps telling himself it isn’t love, but he still makes sure you’re safe. still checks that you’re okay. because if he can’t give you the kind of joy he thinks you deserve, he’ll protect your peace in every quiet way only he knows how.

✧ KAKUCHO HITTO ✧

𖥔 kakucho memorizes the sound of your sighs; the ones that mean you’re drained, the ones laced with frustration, and the quietest one of all, the ones that mean you’re just pretending to be fine even when you’re not.

he doesn’t ask right away, he waits until there’s no one else around and then softly says, “talk to me, okay?”

𖥔 the moment you fall asleep on him, he freezes. not out of discomfort, but because something in his chest shifts. but he doesn’t move away even when his arm goes numb.

𖥔 he might not always know the right words to say. but when you’re upset, he brings your comfort food and wipes your tears in silence. because if he can’t fix it, he wants to at least be there and help you get through it.

𖥔 he might not be the type for grand gestures, but when he murmurs “get home safe,” it’s his own way of saying you matter to him more than you know.

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Blk fem Reader x Geto & Gojo (SEPARATELY)

Mentions of sex, kissing

Geto and Gojo are without a doubt lover boys in my opinion, but they express their love differently. I can’t list them all, but I’ll mention a few;

I think lover boy Geto is the kind of guy that when he falls in love with you, you literally become all he is worried about. Nothing you could do and say is a burden, if anything he wants you to solely depend on him for anything.

Lover boy Geto knows you’re strong, and don’t need to depend on him, and will always respect that, but he will also remind you that when you ever want to tune off your brain and just let him do all the heavy lifting in your life you can.

Mentally exhausted? Come lay on his chest and let him hear you talk about what’s been bothering you.

Physically exhausted? Don’t even worry about it he’s there putting prison salt in your lavender bath right now.

You will never have to worry about thinking when you’re with him. He adorns you to the point that you never need any reassurance if he loves you.

Everything that lover boy Geto says always includes you, even if it’s his idea;

“Oh yes we’d love to join you.”

“We have made reservations to rent out this beach for the weekend .”

The only time he ever says my is when he is mentioning you;

“Yeah, my Y/N loves those snacks let me go get it real quick.”

“She did what? Not my y/n, who are you talking about?”

The way he makes love to you is always so overwhelming, because he’s so expressive with his body, his tongue exploring areas on and inside you. He always says, “Look at me. please.” when he’s close. Geto just can’t have an orgasm with you without looking you in the eye.

You swear he’s ruined you for anybody else, but it’s you that ruined him. He doesn’t even masturbate anymore (unless it’s with you).

Lover boy Geto that is more than willing to make a space for you both separate from the world, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a slight weird possessiveness over you, that he can’t seem to hide.

His eyes are always on yours, any syllable you spew out he catches himself smiling like an idiot to see and hear what you have to say.

I also can see him being the kind of guy that if you’re under a cabinet or something he’ll come behind you and shield the back of your head with his huge hand to prevent you hitting it. He knows how clumsy you can be.

Lover Boy Geto is a sight , because he’s harsh around so many that are around him, but you?

He turns into mush for you.

Lover boy Gojo to me loves loud and exciting. You’re his world and he never makes you forget that.

He’s a clingy boy, never will admit it, but his actions show it. When he falls in love with you you are set on a pedestal that nobody can match for him.

Gojo can’t last not a one conversation without mentioning you.

“ Mochi likes the strawberry ones….my girlfriend y/n i mean—“

“Y/N and i went there before! Yeah, I plan on taking her again as a surprise next month.”

Lover boy Gojo that embarrasses you with his words of affirmation, he teases sure, but sometimes his words’ll get you so flustered you have to slap him on his arm to stop.

Lover boy Gojo that TRIPLES his gift giving when it comes to you.

Graduated? New car with money in the glove compartment.

Birthday? 2 week vacation at his own private beach

Just a random Tuesday? Here’s a few just because gifts.

He would want you to be completely comfortable with being someone you can go to with trouble. Whatever it may be regardless of how silly or serious.

Gojo’s demeanor changes as well, he’s still that silly and strong Gojo, but he’s just Satoru with you. Stealing glances, basking in your comfort, tapping your ear off about the latest pokémon episode—

Being COMPLETELY babied by you. I’m talking being held, occasional kisses, or else he’ll pout—-

he’s 29 and 6’6” btw

He loves being taken care of by you, he handles the heavy work like paying bills, shopping, and anything else you need, but you take care of his emotional and mental stability a lot. The way you hold and take care of him, the way you listen and endulge him even when he’s acting too childish for most.

Lover boy Gojo never had experience with being IN love. This was new, but he was willing to learn.

Sex even became something he wanted to learn more about, the first time you both finally decide to make love he’s like a curious puppy.

“Lick here? ….How’s that? What about here—oh! You made such a cute noise that time….this fast enough?….deeper? y-yes of course—“

He’s the strongest and feared man, but nobody know that you’re his kryptonite, his weakness.

And he doesn’t mind it at all.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

bed chem | m. murdock

a/n: hey guys guess who's back with a matt one shot! i started this a loooong time ago so i decided to finally finish it!! not much to add other than hi guys i've missed you so much and am excited to be back in my writing weird and quirky readers era. so. enjoy!! maybe if anyone's interested in reading a part two, i can write one. warnings: 18+, Smut, lots of flirting and pining, reader being emotionally unavailable and way too insecure, matt being flirty and dom, lots of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, one kid), no one's ever made the reader cum, reader is super effing poor, has two jobs, hates her job, age gap, lowkey just strangers hooking up. lots of teasing, lots of banter, reader says 'hooker' a lot, matt makes you an offer you can't refuse, probably some other stuff i'm forgetting but isn't that kind of our deal by now? wordcount: 4.6k summary: A handsome stranger makes an otherwise dull and annoying night worth your while. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: bed chem - sabrina carpenter "come right on me, i mean camaraderie/said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be/where art thou? why not uponeth me?/see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."

You meet Matthew at a party.

Your story starts like so many do.

Music is playing, people are chattering all around you. More than that, you feel out of place. You clutch your champagne glass immaturely, unsure how you’re supposed to hold it.

How did you get dragged here, anyways?

Wasn’t there some shitty early 2000’s apocalypse movie and an edible that you needed to attend to? Didn’t you long to order shitty bar food and use your vibrator for hours? Wasn’t there something, anything more important than your attendance to this party?

It’s too fancy for you, anyways.

Yeah, sure, your degree sits framed on your wall, but your soul tells you that you’re no academic, that if you wanted to go to a party, you deserve to be at a house party in your shitty neighborhood, the village that raised you, where your mother, the girl who gave you your first hit of a joint, and the teacher that taught you to read still lived, reliving the same high school gossip you’ve known for ten years. You’d be wearing ripped jeans and a too revealing top that your friend talked you into.

Instead, you’re trying to recall facts from your undergrad education that you haven’t thought about, trying to figure out how to impress these people.

Didn’t Ernaux write about the transition from being poor to being an academic? Didn’t she write about—

“You sure like this bar.”

The voice you hear makes you turn your head—You’re faced with a handsome man, red glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. There are whisps of grey in his scruff. He holds a glass of.. Something.. maybe resembling whiskey? You’re not sure.

“I’m sorry?”

And you are. Men don’t really talk to you, and in your brain, maybe this blind man—you assume he’s blind based off his glasses and his cane but you don’t dare say this assumption out loud, maybe this blind man is playing some sort of trick on you.

“You like this bar. You’ve been standing here for a half hour.”

You struggle to find anything clever to say.

So, maybe because it’s all you can think, or maybe because you think it’ll get the handsome stranger to leave you alone, you respond,

“I’m just trying to figure out if everyone at this party can tell I grew up poor or if it’s all in my head.”

And though you’re one hundred percent serious, handsome stranger laughs.

Something sparks. Deep in the confines of your soul where you’ve locked away any routes to passion or excitement, having thrown away the key when you got your mind numbing poorly paid office job.

“I’m Matt.” He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you give him your name. At least you shake his hand properly. “So, if you feel so out of place, why are you here?”

“My boss told me I had to.” You respond, your voice carrying a bored edge as you mention him. “Told me I needed to come to make the company look good, because everyone brings secretaries to this thing to show their appreciation. Like it’s a privilege to have these men talk down to me, to have them coo and aw at my lack of money or maybe my lack of intelligence and have them go,” You lean over to this man who told you his name two minutes ago, and put your hand on his thigh—“Don’t worry honey, I’ll happily sit here and explain basic government systems you learned in eighth grade while you worry about paying your rent because you had to buy a dress for this stupid party and you only make enough money to choose between the dress and your rent,” You explain, your thumb rubbing his thigh for a little extra emphasis on your point.

Matt blushes.

That spark grows.

“Sounds like a nightmare.” He hums.

You withdraw your hand to take a sip of your drink.

“Just exhausting.” You sigh, neglecting to mention that you’re further unable to pay your rent because you had to take off your second job to be here. The job you’ve had since high school. The job you swore to quit one day. “Anyways. I’ve probably annoyed you, Sorry.”

“No, no, I appreciate the honesty. I grew up poor too,” He answers, “And now I feel like part of the problem.” He shrugs.

You look to him. In his finely pressed suit, his expensive scent.

“Prove it.”

His face twists into something of amused confusion.

“Prove it?”

“Yeah. Tell me something only someone who grew up poor would understand.” You request, daring him. He knows this is serious to you, that if he’s lying to you, whatever he hopes to get out of this is not going to happen. So, he sips his drink and goes to the dark corner of his mind to when his dad was alive.

“Well, besides the fact that I grew up in an orphanage,” He starts, and you feel like an asshole, “When my dad was alive, I used to have to do my homework in the laundry mat, moving over our clothes, while he was at work. Then I’d wheel the load home in this laundry basket on wheels.” He told you. You smile, comforted—You can see through the graying hair and fine pressed suit. At his core, he is just like you.

At that shitty house party you don’t go to, he’s smoking a cigarette in a tee shirt and cargo shorts, and you’re just as attracted to him there.

“Alright, I trust you.” You promise. You take another sip of your champagne, looking around the room. The party is starting to dwindle down and bosses are taking their secretaries to dark corners. Your back hurts.

“Good.” He takes a sip of his drink and stands up, leaving the now empty glass on the bar counter. “How much?”

“How much what?”

Matt grins and holds a room key card to one of the many rooms in the hotel above this stupid fucking party.

“How much do you trust me, sweetheart?”

-

His room is on the 8th floor, and it’s.. bigger than any hotel room you’ve ever stayed in. It’s clean, the lights are warm, and you’re pretty sure you could sink right through the bed. You step into the room and find yourself taking off your heels, with no real idea if you were allowed to stay the night.

“Nice place,” You admire, and you predict his words before he says it,

“Thanks. Smells pretty fancy, I guess.” He shrugs. He listens to as you jump onto the bed, stretching out. Matt slips out of his shoes, and he lays next to you, groaning a bit as he lays down.

“Can I ask you something?” You wonder, just admiring his face. Your hand comes up to touch his cheek.

“Anything.” He hums, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“How old are you?” You wonder.

“Forty-two.” He responds, and he goes to say something else, but you lean in to kiss him. But just before he can gratify you, before you can learn the taste of his lips, his hand, quick as lightning, comes up and grabs your jaw, holding you in place, “Really, sweetheart? The fact that I’m forty-two turns you on?” he asks.

You can’t help but defend yourself—

“Well, just kissing you doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m turned on or anything—”

“So if I snuck my hand up this pretty dress of yours, you’d be what? Not soaking wet?”

You just look at him for a long time.

“Okay, what do I have to do to get you to kiss me, instead of just talking to you?”

“Why? I like the sound of your voice,” He smirks, and you roll your eyes. You feel defensive, like he’s making fun of you. Like he knows how badly you want him, and he’s withholding it from you on purpose, just to see you squirm. As your mind starts to spiral, you pull away from him, the lustful heat in your cheeks being replaced by hot, bubbling rage.

“You know what, I don’t need this shit—” You move to get off the bed, trying to find your heels when Matt grabs your wrist—with gentleness he’d use to care for a skittish animal—and pulls you back towards the bed, trying not to laugh when you stumble over your feet, now standing between his legs.

“Stop.” His voice is gentle, but firm. He hears the way you inhale, the way you try to mask your anger. It turns him on. “You really want to kiss me?”

You hesitate to respond—you want to kiss him so fucking badly. You can’t remember the last time you wanted anything other than wanting to pay your rent or wanting a new chair at work.

“Yeah.” You finally breathe. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Yeah?” He smiles. “Well, if I ask you a question, are you gonna try to leave again?”

You clench your teeth.

“You just asked me a question and I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” You see him smile.

“Okay, when was the last time you kissed someone?”

“..A while ago.”

“How long ago since someone’s made you cum?”

Your silence is deafening—it’s revealing. Matt starts to chuckle.

“Oh, fuck this—” You turn to leave but Matt pulls you in, and then his hand is on the back of your thigh, pulling you close.

“C’mon, sit on my lap,” He starts, and hesitantly, and admittedly clumsily, you sit on his lap, your legs resting on either side of him, while his hands hold your sides, as if they were made for him to hold. “So, no one’s ever made you cum before?”

“No one except my vibrator.” You say, and Matt just shakes his head.

“I’m a lawyer.” He starts, and you groan, your head tilts back,

“Jesus Fucking—”

Matt’s hand squeezes your side.

“Don’t use the lord’s name in vain, sweetheart—”

“Is this some sort of joke? Am I being—”

Matt comes forward to kiss you, his lips silencing your thoughts. He tastes like whiskey and vanilla, and it eggs you on. You deepen the kiss, any anger or frustration slowly melting. And when he pulls away, his teeth catch your bottom lip and he tugs just enough to drive you crazy.

“Are you going to listen now, sweetheart?” he asks, and all you can do is stare at his pretty pink lips.

“Sure.”

“Good.” He clears his throat. “I’m a lawyer,” he says, “So part of my job is to help deliver justice. And it is..” He laughs a little like his plans to fucking ruin you are funny, “a fucking injustice that no one has ever made you cum. That all you know is some battery-operated thing instead of my fingers or my cock,” He sighs, “So how ‘bout we deliver some well-deserved justice, sweetheart? How’s that sound?”

It sounds like you could die. What is happening? Weren’t you just complaining about how badly you wanted to get away from this whole scene? Why do you want him so bad?

“..Sounds like you have all the power in this situation.”

Matt grins like he knows it.

“Does sound like that, huh? Here, I’ll tell you a secret,” He leans in, his lips grazing your ear, “You have the power here. You say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll stop, and you can stay here for the night, or you can leave, I’ll pay for your cab, or..” His hands begin to gently rub up and down your sides.

You smile. He’s trying to make you feel better, and it’s working.

“Or..?” You prompt.

“Or.. I could teach you how good it feels to cum from something with a pulse. And not something.. battery operated,” and the way he says it, you know he’s repulsed by the idea that your vibrator is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

And it makes you smile wider.

“My vibrator is very good to me, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh,” He chuckles, “Not nearly as good as I’ll be to you.” He promises.

It’s a big promise.

You just look at him for a long minute, trying to decide. As if there’s even a choice to make. You’d let him break your heart if he asked nicely.

“Can I take off your glasses?” You ask softly, and Matthew nods, and you find yourself taking them off and just holding them for a moment. You stare for a long time, to the point where you start to nibble on the ends of his glasses, and he smiles. He likes how authentic you are. How unable to hide yourself from him you are.

“So, what do you say?”

“Hm..” He suspects you’re fucking with him. “Well, I’d have to—”

“Yes or no?”

“I thought I had all the power here.”

“You do. But I’m running out of patience here, and,” He brings your hand down to his pants so you can feel his bulge, “I am way too hard to wait for much longer.” He confesses. He thinks he might die if he can’t feel you clench around him, so he quietly, desperately hopes you’ll say yes.

“Okay,” You smile, “Alright, let’s do it.”

“Not very enthusiastic—” You inhale, and he knows you’re close to leaving, so he tries to entice you, “C’mon, just.. humor me, sweetheart. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

“Making a whole lot of promises, Mr..?”

“Murdock.”

“Matthew Murdock,” You hum, “Okay, Mr. Murdock. I want you to fuck me, just like you’ve promised. Make me forget all about my vibrator.”

And before the words finish leaving your mouth, his mouth is against yours, swallowing any insecurity you had earlier. His fingers begin to slowly move up and down your sides, and you already know that whatever is about to happen will ruin your vibrator for you forever.

You could see yourself becoming addicted to this feeling, to him, to the feeling of being wanted.. You could feel yourself already slipping down that rabbit hole.

As you kiss him, he lets out this soft moan into the kiss, and in response, your hands come up to play with his hair. You start to roll your hips a bit, as if you want to tease him. Matt’s hands squeeze your sides, and he pulls away from the kiss just for a second.

“Safe word?” He wonders, and you scoff.

“No one’s ever made me cum, you think I have a—Woah!” You cut yourself off, because Matt suddenly flips you over so you’re beneath him against these too expensive sheets.

“So, if things go too far, you’re uh.. you’re gonna say Lava, okay?” He wonders out loud.

“Yeah, Okay,” You nod, “Lava, got it,” and then he’s kissing you again, and his hands are slipping off his jacket, and then he starts to loosen his tie as he kisses you, but then he gives up on that to put his hands on your thighs and then beginning to travel up. You shiver as his hands travel up your dress,

“Pretty fucking dress..” He mumbles, between kissing you silly, “Pretty girl, too..” He mumbles, “Gonna need to rip this dress off you—”

You fully pull away from the kiss to say,

“Rip this fucking dress and I’ll leave so fast,” And Matt knows you’re not joking, but he smiles and says,

“How about I buy you a new one?” He asks, “Or two or three—”

“Oh, my god, just leave the dress intact,” You request, and Matt’s smirk begins to grow.

“Then how about I just fuck you in the dress, huh?” he wonders, “How would you like that, sweetheart?” You nod, letting out a soft ‘mhm’, but Matt shakes his head, “No, no, I gotta hear you say it, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dress. Maybe I will.”

You stare at him for a long moment, wondering where your dignity went.

“Matthew,” You start, “If you don’t fuck me in this dress, I think I’m gonna go crazy. I can’t.. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything this badly,” You confess, and the words start tumbling out before you can stop them, “I can’t remember the last time anyone made me feel pretty like you have, and I can’t ever use my vibrator again because I already know how much better you’re going to be, and holy fuck¸ yes, it turns me on that you’re forty two and—”

Matt kisses you again, this time only for a short time, because he pulls away after a moment to tell you—

“I think we should work on your dirty talk, but, good. Was it so hard to just do what I asked?”

“..no.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” He says softly, and then his lips are against yours again, while his hands explore, and when his fingers brush over your panties, you moan against his lips, barely registering it as he slips your panties off and stuffs them in his back pocket, because his fingers are caressing your folds, slipping inside you as you moan and writhe beneath him.

“Holy fuck,” You whine, “Matt—”

“Sh, sh, sh..” His lips press a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure the first time someone else makes you cum is on my cock.” He tells you, and he chuckles when he feels your folds flutter around him at that. “I’m gonna fuck you in this dress now, okay?” He wonders, and you nod,

“Yes, please.”

“Aw, pretty girl does have manners under all that brattiness, huh?” He smirks, and before you can retaliate, he kisses you.

When he slowly eases your cock into you, you moan against his lips, and you try to really just feel it. You try to really remember how full you feel, the feeling of Matt’s breathless pants against your lips and skin, the feeling of being wanted by him.. and you know you can’t quit him.

His thrusts begin slowly, and that becomes a feeling you want to remember too. He thrusts into you while burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Wait, hold on, Matt,” but when his thrusts don’t stop, you say, “Okay, Lava,” You offer, and Matt’s thrusts stop, and he very hesitantly pulls his head out of the crook of your neck,

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just..” Your hands come up to rest on either side of his head, and you just stare at him for a moment, “I just want to memorize your pretty face so I can live in this moment forever.”

Matthew blushes.

You know you’ve won.

You’re not sure what you’ve won, but you definitely feel like you’ve won whatever it is.

Matt presses his forehead against yours and while you stare into his pretty brown eyes, he whispers,

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Then, after a moment, he asks, “Can I keep going now?”

“Yes, please.” Matt smiles and kisses you again as he begins to thrust into you, and you realize how dirty this entire situation is—an older man, still mostly dressed, fucking you in your expensive (rent stealing) dress just after meeting him, and it makes you want him more. Your hands move to play with his hair as his thrusts increase, one hand gripping the bottom of your chin and the top of your neck, the other sneaking up your thigh to rub circles in your clit.

You’ve never felt closer to God.

This is so much better than your vibrator.

Matt can feel you clench around him, and it makes him chuckle, so, in the most condescending tone he can muster when you are being so good for him, he asks,

“Wanna cum, sweetheart?” He wonders, and when you just whine in response, he continues, “C’mon, use your manners, I know you know how to respond properly,” He reminds, and if you didn’t want him to cum inside you so badly, you’d tell him off.. maybe.

“Please,” You manage out, “Yes, I wanna cum,” and Matt begins to kiss your cheeks, your jaw, and your neck, and only after leaving quite the bite mark on your collarbone, does Matthew say,

“Alright, pretty girl, let me feel you cum on my cock,” He says, and you do, and the way you clench around him makes him moan against your skin, his speed increasing, “Fuck.. Fuck, kid, I gotta..” He sighs.

“Inside,” You beg quietly, “I’m on birth control and—”

“Are you.. sure?” He asks, but his voice is shaky from how badly he wants the answer to be yes.

“Yes, please, please—” And before the third please can leave your mouth, he lets out the prettiest moan against your lips, cumming deep within you, filling you in ways you never thought possible. His hips roll a few more times, just to help you through your high (and just a little bit because he can’t think of anything clever to say that isn’t ‘Will you be mine forever so I can keep fucking you like this?’) but after a few moments, he whispers,

“So.. what did you think?”

You feel amazing. You could die happy. You can barely think, so you respond,

“I think I’m gonna throw out my vibrator.” And it makes him laugh, and you think he’s even prettier when he laughs than when he cums, so you kiss him. And in between kisses, you say, “We made a fucking mess,”

And he finally pulls away with a sigh.

“Well..” A smile tugs at his lips, “Wanna.. check out the shower, sweetheart?” He wonders.

“Do I have much of a choice, Mr. Murdock?” You smile.

“Nope,” And before you can say much else, Matt is grabbing you and swinging him over his shoulder to carry you to the most expensive bathroom you’ve ever stepped foot in.

-

In the morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee, and the sound of the shower running again. You slowly blink away your sleep, rubbing your eyes. You have a bit of headache, the consequence of a long night of drinking.. and bad decisions.

You blink, and anxiety begins to well in your chest. Your heart beats out of your chest quickly, and you kind of feel like you can’t breathe. What did you do last night? Well you know what you did, you weren’t that drunk, but if Matt was at that party last night he must’ve been important or—

Your eyes drift over to the side table, and you see a delicious smelling coffee next to an envelope, an envelope that is sloppily marked with your initial, the sign of a blind man attempting to write. You find your bra and then find yourself unable to find your underwear—whatever, you’ll deal with it later, you decide, so you begin looking in drawers and find a pair of Matthew’s boxers. You pull them on, and then take a long sip of the coffee that’s been ordered for you.

Then, you pick up the envelope, and halfway through the sip you stop. It’s an envelope full of cash, it would cover your rent and then some..

So naturally, you put down your coffee and then begin to bang on the bathroom door, hitting it over and over again,

“Matthew! Hey, we need to talk!” You demand, and you hear some shuffling as the shower turns off, and the door opens, and you see Matthew with his hair, and scruff, damp, and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

And you have to admit, in the middle of your anger, he is so hot.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” He smiles, handsome devil. “Everything—”

“What the fuck is this?” You ask, smacking the envelope against his chest, “I’m not a fucking hooker,” and your voice matches how badly you want to smack him.

“I know,” he starts,

“Well, only hookers get left an envelope of cash after they fuck some stranger,” You snap, “And I’m not a fucking hooker.”

“Are you wearing my boxers?” You see him smile.

“Do you think I’m a fucking hooker?”

“Boy, you sure like saying fuck and hooker.”

“I’m being serious,” You remind, “I’m not a hooker. I don’t need your money.”

Matt, although he won’t tell you this, doesn’t need his super senses to know that last part is a lie.

“Can I talk without you accusing me of thinking you’re a hooker? Because I don’t think you’re a hooker, I know you’re a very distinguished young woman, and—”

“Alright, I’m not president, I’m a secretary, relax,” You scoff, and start to move around the hotel room, trying to find your shoes, dress, accessories.

Quietly, it turns him on that you’re so difficult.

“Can you just—” he sighs, finding his own boxers and pants, and then starting to put his button up back on, but it hangs on him without being buttoned up as he sits down. “Can you please sit, so we can talk about this?” He wonders.

You’re still holding the envelope.

“Fine.” You grumble, walking over to the bed and sitting next to him. He’s really hot, so you just admire him, and wait for him to talk.

“I know you’re not a hooker.” He starts, “But I am a lawyer, like I told you last night. And.. I make more than enough money for me,” and You want to tell him he doesn’t need to brag about it, “And.. I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now, but.. I really like you.”

Your face flushes.

“You do?”

He smiles gently.

“I really do. So, here’s the deal, sweetheart—And you can’t get mad at me just for offering, okay?”

“Okay.” You concede.

“Let’s keep seeing each other.” He starts, “Nothing committal, we’ll just hangout, sleep together, I’ll get to hear your pretty noises.. and I’ll pay your rent, and.. and buy you things.” He shrugs.

You blink.

“You want to be my sugar daddy?”

Now it’s Matt’s turn to blush.

“That makes it sound so.. dirty,” he starts, “Which it is.. But you never.. have to do anything, I just.. want to hangout with you. Fucking you will just.. be a nice benefit. A really.. really nice benefit.” He breathes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”

You consider it for a long moment, thinking. You’d be able to quit your shitty second job, the one you’ve had since high school, the one you swore you were going to quit. And last night was amazing. You really do want to throw out your vibrator, but maybe you could convince him to show you some of his favorite toys.

He’d tell you that you are his favorite toy, and then you’d have to fuck him like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

“I’d like that.” You smile, “But on one condition.” You say, and he nods.

“Anything.” He smiles.

“You can’t fall in love with me.” You say, “And I can’t fall in love with you either. We can be friends, and we can fuck, but no being ‘in love’ with your sugar baby.” You request, and he nods.

“Deal.” He holds out his hand to you, “Shake on it?”

Your fingers wrap around his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“Deal.” You echo. “We won’t fall in love with each other.”

Yeah, let’s see how long that lasts.  

[loveroffemmes]

Can I request a smutty Shauna fic pleaseeee?? I’m thinking reader and Shauna were fwb in high school but Shauna broke things off after graduation. Shauna finds out reader hooked up with someone else (maybe Jackie, Nat, or Lottie? Maybe even all three??) and gets so jealous

What Are We? | Shauna Shipman x Fem! Reader

warning: one-shot with smut, situationship, jealousy, jealous sex, possessive, possessive sex, car sex, light hair pulling

summary: what are we? it was the question that always lingered after every hook up, the question you refused to ever ask because you knew better than that. it's been a year since shauna broke off your friends with benefits relationship and she finds out you've been fucking a former yellowjacket. what happens when she runs into you? TWO DIFF ENDINGS!!!

It was a week before graduation and there I was, lying naked in Shauna Shipman’s bed. She’d be going to Brown soon and I would be going to Rutgers.

Every time I opened my mouth, the words threatened to spill out. What are we? I could feel the question burning in my throat. I knew better than to ask it. I knew what this was to Shauna. It was a quick fuck, a release of tension and frustration, and nothing more.

So, I said nothing. I laid with Shauna in my arms, knowing that when the summer came, this would be it. We would go to separate schools and we would never see each other again except maybe in a grocery store over summer break. This was the last time I would hold her, the last time I would touch her.

—Timeskip: the summer after freshman year of college—

“What do you think everyone’s been up to since we graduated?” Shauna asked, “I kinda fell out of contact with all of the Yellowjackets except you two.”

“Van’s taking some classes at the community college around here. Akilah invited me to her graduation.” Taissa says, tapping her chin as she tries to recount any new information.

“I know some Rutgers gossip.” Jackie whispers as if there was anyone else but the three of them in the room. Shauna and Taissa don’t question it and instead lean in, waiting, “I heard Lottie and (Y/n) hooked up after some frat party.”

Shauna’s eyes widened, “W-What?” Her voice cracked, she couldn’t hide the shock and the anger she felt.

Taissa glanced at Shauna, knowing the history between you and her that she refused to discuss. Jackie giggled, not picking up on the obvious tension in the room, “I mean, isn’t that crazy? Lottie Matthews and (Y/n) (L/n)! I never picked up on that. Do you think they were hooking up in high school too or was it a one night stand?”

Shauna’s hands gripped her own shorts, her knuckles turning white, as she tried to not insult Jackie for something that wasn’t even her fault.

“How did you find out about that?” Taissa asks, already knowing the question that was on Shauna’s mind.

The answer Shauna was hoping for was that it was just another piece of dorm gossip, something that she could deny ever actually happened because it was a rumor with no evidence. That was not the answer Jackie gave, “(Y/n) came to my dorm and told me! You guys know that I’m still friends with (Y/n), we talk about that stuff all the time. I honestly couldn’t believe it myself, but then she pulled down her shirt to show me the biggest hickey eve—”

Jackie rambled, “STOP!” Shauna shouted, shocking herself. Her hands moved to her mouth, covering it as if she couldn’t help the words that were about to come out.

“W-What?” Jackie quieted down, confused and hurt by Shauna’s outburst.

“S-Sorry, I just…” Shauna sighed. She couldn’t tell Jackie that she was secretly hooking up with their former teammate back then. It would break Jackie’s heart that Shauna kept a secret from her, but she also didn’t know exactly how to explain her outburst.

“I think it’s hard for Shauna to hear about the Yellowjackets since she’s so far away from everyone now.” Shauna nodded, mentally thanking Taissa for her save.

Jackie frowned, “I’m sorry, Shauna, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, Jax, I didn’t tell you.” Shauna forced a smile and Jackie relaxed, returning it.

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I hated being back home for the summer. Everywhere I went reminded me of her. For fucks sake, I can't even go grocery shopping in this stupid town without thinking about the errand runs Shauna and I would do together every week.

I wanted to get out of this place as fast as possible.

Shauna.

There she was. It's been a year since I last saw her. I hid behind an aisle so she wouldn't see me. I put my basket down, ready to bolt for the door so I don't have to awkwardly wave at her or make small talk like we were nothing.

Maybe we were nothing, I mean...we weren't lovers and we weren't just friends and Shauna cut contact with me once she went to college. I guess we're just people who used to know each other. Before I could make a run for the door, Shauna had rounded the corner and stopped in front of me, her mouth agape. It was the scene I had imagined a million times over when we graduated; I would see her in a grocery store and no where else, she would be out of my life completely -- the memory of her skin still haunting me, and we would be nothing.

"(Y/n)?" Shauna's voice was low, hesitant.

"H-Hey, Shauna." I awkwardly said. We stood like that for a while, neither of us daring to speak or to move. She coughed, an attempt to break the tension in the only way she knew how -- without being honest, without saying what she really wanted to say. I took the bait, "What have you been up to?"

"I've been busy with school." She replies, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Still writing?""

She nods, "Majoring in English, actually. So," Shauna nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot, "What have you been up to? Jax has told me a few things." Shauna's voice came out angrier than she had planned, but she couldn't stop the accusatory tone that came out.

"Not much, majoring in (major)." We talked like we didn't know each other, like we hadn't had countless late nights laying naked in Shauna's bed as we talked about our futures. I knew she was an English major, she knew I was a (major) major, but we were acting like complete strangers.

"That's all?" Shauna crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing like she was going in for the kill.

My eyebrow raised, "What else would I be up to?"

Shauna laughed; it wasn't light and airy like her normal laugh, not like the one I had repeated in my head every night for a year, "You and Lottie."

"Me and Lottie?" I raised my eyebrow, "What does she have to do with anything?"

"Are you serious? I know you're sleeping with her!" Shauna's voice raised, drawing the attention of random shoppers passing by.

I shook my head slowly in pure disbelief, "You're not serious, are you? We haven't spoken in a year, Shauna, who I fuck is none of your business."

Shauna ignored everything I said, "So, it's true then?"

"Yes, it's true! Is that what you want to hear?"

Shauna's hand grabbed my arm, "Are you serious? Her?"

I swatted her hand away from me, "You're fucking deranged, Shauna. It's been a year. We graduated and you cut me off, you didn't return any of my calls or texts and you're here lecturing me about my sex life? Were you even going to speak to me if you didn't run into me just now?"

"You only fucked her to hurt me." Shauna spat.

"I fucked her because I liked it." That made Shauna snap, she grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the exit, "What are you doing?!"

"We should be talking somewhere more private!" She responds as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I try to pull my wrist out of her painful grip, but Shauna simply tightens her grip in response. She pulls me out of the store and towards her car, "Get in." She demands, letting go of my wrist and I actually listen for some insane reason. I get into the passenger seat of her car and got into the driver's seat. What the fuck was I doing?

"What is there to talk about?"

Shauna paused, the reality was that there was nothing to talk about. There was no reason for her to drag you to her car. There was no reason for her to be this upset, this jealous. She broke things off and yet, here she was feeling some type of ownership over a girl that she never even dated, "I just..." Shauna sighed, trying to think of any possible reason why she disrupted your day. Then, the other reality of the situation sank in; you got in her car and that had to mean something, at least she hoped it did (ignoring the fact that she basically gave you no other choice), "Were you fucking Lottie too...back then?"

"What the fuck, Shauna? No!" Shauna visibly relaxed, leaning back into the car seat, "Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

"Was she better than me?"

"What?"

"Was she better than me?" Shauna repeated, her brown eyes locking onto mine, her voice firm and unwavering.

"I'm not answering that."

"Why not? That means she was, doesn't it?" Shauna doesn't bother to conceal her anger or filter her inappropriate questions; instead, she gives into the possessiveness she feels, "Get in the back."

"Why?"

"I'll prove to you that I'm better than Lottie ever could be." My body betrayed every part of my brain that was screaming not to do this, screaming that all this would do is hurt me in the end. Yet, here I was, climbing over her center console into the backseat like I had done a year prior. Shauna followed me into the backseat. She pushed my back against the seat, flinging her leg over my lap and comfortably straddling me. Her moves were all the same; Shauna had always loved being on top, she loved looking down at the other person in bed, she loved them looking up at her. She loved the power and control she felt and how pathetic and needy you looked underneath her.

My hands rests on her hips and Shauna's hands cupped my face, it was a small act, but it was a way for Shauna to ensure that you were only looking at her, that your eyes would never leave her. Her head dropped down and her lips met mine. It was slow, loving -- the same kind of kiss that made my heart ache. Her nails dug into my jaw, pulling my lips as close to hers as she possibly could. Then, Shauna was rough as though she was trying to claim you through just her kiss alone. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it. I could feel lips start to bruise as Shauna kissed me with such fervor and passion that I could feel the questions entering my thoughts again; does she me like me? What does this mean? What are we? Just as I felt myself about to spiral, Shauna got my attention back to her by pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her hands drifted to the hem of my shirt, moving underneath it and slowly inching up to my chest. Her hands cupped my chest and Shauna pulled away from the kiss, "It's like your body was made for me, for my hands only." She says before crashing her lips back onto mine, her hands groping every inch of my chest.

Her hips grinding down into my lap, providing the slightest, almost unnoticeable bit of friction to my center causing me to moan into the kiss. For Shauna, it was a demonstration that even the smallest movements of hers were better than anything Lottie could ever do. Her hand moved down, while the other remained on my chest, she slid her hand further and further into my pants, Shauna pulls away and I'm left panting while she grazes over my clit.

"How long did it for you to get this wet? Was it when you first saw me? Was it when I took you to my car and you remembered all the times I fucked you in this same seat?" Shauna said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her finger grazed my clit more firmly this time, "Answer." She demanded.

"W-When you took me to your car." I admit and Shauna smirks.

"Good girl." She coos, her lips returning to mine like a reward. Her middle and ring finger slid into me. Her thrusts were painfully slow like she was reminding me with each thrust who she belonged to, like she wanted me to memorize just how good her fingers felt pumping in and out of me. She pushed her fingers in deeper, brushing against my g-spot and smiling when I moaned, "I know your own body better than you do, (Y/n)." Shauna mumbled against my lips and it was embarrassing how true the statement was. I couldn't even get off without Shauna, no matter how many times I tried myself, nothing felt as good as her touch.

It didn't take long for Shauna to have me on the very edge. She knew exactly where to curl her fingers, she knew exactly how fast to go -- she knew everything I liked. I closed my eyes, arching my back into her touch as she thrusted in me.

Her hand left my chest and moved to my hair, anchoring me in place, and pulling on my hair, "Don't close your eyes, I want you to look at me." Shauna sped up, "And say my name. Tell me how you belong to me, how no one will ever touch you but me, how I'm the only one who can make you feel this good." Her fingers slowed down, testing to see if I would obey.

"I belong to you, Shauna!" She sped up a little more, "N-No one will ever touch me, but you!" She sped up once more." Only you can make me feel this good, Shauna!" I moaned and Shauna curled her fingers with every thrust. As Shauna watched, I came. I came practically yelling her name. Her eyes never left mine, she watched every little reaction of mine. Shauna's fingers slowed, not that she could move much with how I clenched around her fingers. Her thumb lazily circled my clit, winding me down from my orgasm.

Shauna's hand left my pants, her fingers covered in me. She held her fingers to my mouth, "Say please."

I blushed, she still had me wrapped around her finger, "Please, Shauna." I obediently replied, opening my mouth and Shauna shoved her fingers in. I licked myself off of Shauna's fingers and once I was done, she kissed me. Her tongue quickly sliding into my mouth, making sure she could taste me on my own lips.

Shauna pulled away, "I know for a fact that I'm better than her." Shauna said, getting off my lap and sitting next to me in the backseat of her car.

There I sat, in the same car that Shauna and I had fucked in a hundred times already and I still had the same question on my mind.

What are we? What was this? What would happen when the summer ended?

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For those who want a happier conclusion:

"What are we?"

Shauna looks at me, confused, "What do you mean?"

"Like, what is this? Is this a one-car stand or is this another friends with benefits situation where you reject me once you go back to Brown or--"

Shauna stops me, "I reject you?" Her eyebrows knit together, "You rejected me."

"What are you talking about, Shauna? You stopped returning my texts and calls and everything!"

"I only did that because..." Shauna took a deep breath, shifting in her seat uncomfortably, "Because you didn't say I love you back."

My eyes widened, "What do you mean? You never told me you loved me."

Shauna matched my confused expression, "Yes, I did. At Taissa's graduation party?"

"Y-You were drunk and told me when we danced together! For fuck's sake, Shauna, I can still remember the smell of vodka on you! I thought you were just spewing some drunk bullshit."

"I wasn't drunk! Jax got way too drunk and spilt her drink on me. Don't you remember? I even drove her home -- I wouldn't have driven her home if I was drunk and...I know it was a bad time to tell you, but...I wanted to tell you before...before we went off to college and I couldn't put it off any longer. I mean, you were wearing that top that looks so amazing on you, the red one, and I...the words just came out when you looked at me and...and then you said nothing! So, I decided it would be best to cut the whole thing off because I knew that I wouldn't be able to get you out of my mind." Classic Shauna, shoving everything away instead of asking for any fucking clarification.

"You love me?" Shauna nervously sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and she nodded, "You really love me?" I asked again; it didn't feel real, none of this felt real.

Shauna leaned forward, fishing for something from under her seat. She pulled out her journal, the one she had in high school, "I remember after the party, after I had dropped Jackie off, I sat in her driveway and wrote about it. I left the journal in here, it's the only journal of mine that I can't bare to look at and yet I can't bare to throw away." Shauna flipped through the pages to the very end, "Here." She pointed to a paragraph and handed me the journal to read. Her hand nervously scratching the back of her neck as she watched me read.

"She didn't say it back. I told her, I told her that I love her. I know she heard, the music wasn't that loud. I told her and she didn't say anything. Taissa was wrong and I am such an idiot for believing her. I knew this was nothing more than sex, why did I let myself think it was something more? How the fuck do I stop thinking about her? How do I accept that this is just sex? How do I accept that she doesn't love me back?" I stopped reading. Shauna felt the same way I had felt about everything, we were both just too scared to say anything. I looked up at her, "I love you, Shauna, I've loved you since freshman year."

Shauna's hand dropped to her lap, "I love you too, (Y/n), since freshman year."

I didn't have to wonder what we were anymore, Shauna's words and her hand on mine were the answer I had wanted for years.

a/n: anon, since u asked so nicelyyyyy, here u go!! <33 jkjk, i'll do it even if u ask meanly LOL (pls request, y'all...)

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SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK - a shigaraki x f!reader fic

You're a hero who specializes in water rescue, and you've been captured by the League of Villains. It only gets worse when you find out why.

my first ever MerMay thing! Canon-ish, hero!reader, reader has a transformation quirk, mild mortal peril, etc. Part 1 of...more. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

When you became a rescue hero, you knew what you were getting into. A rescue hero’s life isn’t glamorous. It doesn’t come with sponsorships and it doesn’t really come with product endorsements, and you only really matter when something’s already gone wrong. You don’t fight villains – you just save people, usually from themselves. You’re the last person any villain would be interested in kidnapping. There’s no reason for Japan’s most dangerous villains to take any notice of you.

At least that’s what you thought. But the last thing you remember from this morning is leaving your house and heading for work – and the next thing you know, you’re standing out on a sea arch with six members of the League of Villains staring at you.

They asked you a question, but you’ve already forgotten it. The shock of it all – kidnapped, villains – is making it hard to think. “Can you run that by me again?”

“What about it aren’t you getting?” Dabi sneers. “We need you to teach Shigaraki to swim.”

Maybe you do remember something about that. It doesn’t make any more sense the second time around. “Why?”

“Because,” Toga Himiko says, from behind a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, “we’re having our beach episode. And we aren’t going to have fun if we’re worried about Tomura-kun.”

“Right!” Twice announces. He’s still wearing his mask, but the rest of him is decked out in swim trunks, flip-flops, and a floppy hat. “I can’t frolic in the waves with my best pals if I’m worried one of them is gonna wander off and drown, and Spinner said we can’t put Shigaraki on one of those retractable kid leashes –”

“For the record, none of this was my idea.” Spinner looks embarrassed, and not at all like the villain you’ve seen on TV – without his Stain mask, he just looks like a normal guy with a heteromorphic quirk. “I just said we shouldn’t do a beach day if not everybody can enjoy it.”

“And I said you all can do whatever the fuck you want.” Shigaraki is standing off to one side, his face hidden beneath a hand and the hood of his black coat. It’s barely nine and the temperature’s already cracked thirty degrees. He must be boiling alive. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Of course you do,” Dabi says. His sneer isn’t hero-specific, it looks like – Shigaraki gets the exact same one as you did. “None of us want to put up with your bitching and moping –”

“Or your drowning –” Twice chimes in.

“So we found you a swim instructor,” the fifth member of the group concludes. He’s tall, with brown hair and eyes, and you don’t have a clue who he is. “She can help you.”

Shigaraki glances your way briefly, then returns to staring out at the sea. “I don’t need fucking help. Go roll in the sand and leave me alone.”

Problem solved, not that it’s going to help you any. If Shigaraki doesn’t want swim lessons, then your purpose here is at an end, and they’re probably going to kill you. At the same time, though, you’re aware of your proximity to the edge of the cliff. If you can get over that edge and hit the water, you’re golden. None of them have the kind of quirks that would let them chase you down, and you can swim to the nearest guarded beach and sound the alarm. The fact that you didn’t show up for work this morning probably sounded the alarm already. This is doable. Maybe.

The League of Villains isn’t paying quite as much attention to you as they were a second ago. They’re focused on Shigaraki. “She’s an expert. She does this all the time,” Spinner is saying. “I looked her up. People pay big money for her to teach their kids to swim.”

The brown-haired man looks interested. “How much money are we talking about?”

Spinner names a figure that’s triple what you charge for private lessons, on the rare occasions when you offer them. He and Dabi both worship Stain. They’ll think you’re disgusting, and instead of escaping while their backs are partially turned, you open your mouth to defend yourself. “I don’t really do private lessons,” you say, and they look at you. “My swim classes are open to anybody. And the rest of the time I lifeguard. So, uh – if you think I make a lot of money doing this, I don’t. That’s not why I became a hero.”

Twice hoots with laughter. “Some hero. We grabbed you without breaking a sweat.”

“I’m a rescue hero,” you say, aware that it’s pointless. Instead of you using their distraction to escape, Shigaraki’s using your distraction to sidle away from the others. “My job isn’t to fight villains. It’s to help people.”

Dabi gives you an evaluative look. “A rescue hero,” he says. “I heard your type is always on duty. If you see somebody in trouble, and your quirk and training equip you better than the average person to help, you have to. Right?”

“That’s weird,” Toga says. She lowers her sunglasses for a better look at you. “Is it true? If you see someone who needs help, you have to save them?”

“Yeah.” The rules are different for rescue heroes than regular heroes. “If I can help someone in distress, I have a responsibility to do it.”

“Got it,” Dabi says. That thoughtful look on his face is fading fast into malice, and a jolt of terror shoots down your spine. “Hey, Shigaraki –”

Shigaraki takes a few steps away from Dabi without turning around, and before you can so much as call out a warning, Dabi plants his hand on Shigaraki’s back and shoves him over the edge of the cliff. “There’s someone in distress,” he says, as Shigaraki vanishes with a curse that abruptly breaks off in a scream. “Help him.”

You’re not the only one who’s horrified to see Shigaraki go over the edge, but you are the only one who can do something about it. While Twice and Toga berate Dabi, and Spinner runs to the edge of the cliff and comes damn close to giving you two people to rescue instead of one, you pause for the most crucial step in a successful rescue: Taking a second to evaluate the scene. You peer down at the water and realize instantly that Dabi couldn’t have picked a worse place to push Shigaraki off. You could jump from the same spot, but why make it harder on yourself? You move to the left instead.

The brown-haired man you don’t recognize spots you. “What are you doing? He fell in over here –”

You tune him out – and the others, too, when they remember why Dabi pushed Shigaraki off a cliff in the first place. You breathe deep, more for show than anything else, then break into a run. Ten steps puts you at the edge, and you launch yourself over, bracing for the long drop into the water. That part never gets easier.

But your jump has carried you clear of the rocks and heavy surf at the base of the cliff, and when you hit the water, there’s nothing but ocean beneath you. You jumped feet-first, and your water shoes – the only support item you carry – immediately begin to stretch, molding to the shape of your feet as your quirk fuses and elongates them into fins. Webbing spreads between your fingers, and when you open your eyes, they’re impervious to the sting of seawater. Full immersion in seawater is enough to activate your quirk in its entirety, but years of training allow you to hold the transformation where it is. You have someone to rescue.

You swim for the spot Shigaraki went in. He won’t have gone far, not with how ceaselessly the waves batter against that section of the cliff, and it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s underwater, still moving but sluggish under the weight of his clothes, his hair drifting around his face. There’s blood in the water around him. You can taste it, and as you swim closer, you see that it’s emanating from somewhere around his head and shoulders. He hit something when he fell, and head and neck injuries are a disaster no matter who gets them or how they occur. Is he even conscious? Whether he is or not, you need to get him out of the water.

You let the current carry you close, and although you hate yourself for it, you hesitate a second before reaching for him. You know how his quirk works. All five fingers touch you, and you’re dead. Trying to help Shigaraki could be the last thing you ever do.

But ocean rescue is dangerous, even for someone with your quirk. Every rescue could be the last thing you ever do, and if you do nothing, Shigaraki will drown right before your eyes. You can’t let that happen. You dive down to him, slip your hands under his arms from behind, and haul him upward. He comes to life in your grip, thrashing while you kick for the surface. You’d be more frightened of the fact that he’s trying to turn and grab you if every other person you’ve rescued hasn’t done exactly the same thing.

The two of you break the surface, you doing your best to keep Shigaraki’s mouth above the waves so he won’t swallow any more water than he already has while he tries to breathe. Your lungs haven’t even started to burn yet. You give him a few seconds to gasp for air, then order him to keep his mouth shut and close his eyes. No time to check if he’s done it or not. The only way you’re getting through the surge to calmer water is if you go under it. The next wave crests and you dive beneath it, pulling Shigaraki after you.

Now he’s trying hard to grab you, to use you to push himself to the surface. You adjust your grip and switch to a dolphin kick, fighting your quirk and its attempts to help you. At the same time, you keep count in your head. Shigaraki will need to breathe soon. You need to be through the waves by then.

As soon as the turbulence begins to soften, you swim for the surface again. Once again, you make sure Shigaraki clears the surface first. He’s coughing and gasping for air, but his chin’s above water, which means you’re in good shape for now. “Take some deep breaths. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“Fuck you.” Shigaraki coughs and spits out seawater. “This is your fault. I’m not safe. You dragged me out to the middle of the ocean instead of – that had better not be a fucking shark –”

“It’s a dolphin,” you say. The dolphin swims a little closer, decides you and Shigaraki aren’t interesting enough for further investigation, and turns swiftly away. “We’re headed to the beach now. I just needed to get us clear of the surge.”

You swim back for the beach, propelling yourself mainly with your legs. You need both arms to secure Shigaraki. He’s not fighting, which is a relief – and he’s not talking, which makes you nervous. He hit his head. You need him to talk so you can assess him. “Hey, Shigaraki? How are you holding up?”

He mumbles something. “I’m going to need you to repeat that,” you say. “How are you doing?”

“Do you put everybody you rescue in a headlock?”

“It’s not a headlock,” you say. “This is how I swim with anyone I rescue. It’s what’s safest.”

“Sure. And it’s not –” Shigaraki coughs as a wave splashes into his open mouth. “It’s definitely not because you’re scared of my quirk, right?”

You don’t see a point to answering that. Shigaraki keeps talking anyway, a sharp, irritated note in his voice. “How stupid do you think I am? I still can’t swim. If I Decay you out here, I’ll drown.”

So you’ll be in more danger on the beach than in the water. Good to know. You swim the rest of the way to shore, dragging yourself and Shigaraki onto the sand. Once you’re clear of the water, you start your actual assessment. “I saw blood in the water. Did you hit your head?”

Shigaraki nods, grimacing. “When?” you ask. He shrugs. “I need to know. Did you hit it when you fell, or once you were already in the water.”

“I came up for air. The fucking waves pushed me into the – what are you doing?” Shigaraki flinches as you move some strands of wet hair out of his face. “Don’t touch me.”

“I need to see the cut.” You keep looking, with a little more urgency this time. “Did you lose consciousness?”

“No,” Shigaraki says. You find the cut – a jagged gouge from his temple to his ear, just below his hairline – and make a skeptical sound before you can stop yourself. “Stop touching it.”

“Sorry. I know it hurts.”

“I didn’t say it hurt. I’m not some primary-school brat who cries about everything.” Shigaraki responds with a lot more venom than you’d expect given what you actually said to him. “It’s not like you can do anything, so don’t bother.”

The League grabbed you on your way to work, which meant you had all your supplies with you. Your first-aid kit is still hooked onto your belt. “I have what I need,” you say. “Are you going to let me help, or do you want to keep bleeding all over the sand?”

“You can’t help me if I don’t let you.”

“That’s right,” you say patiently. Sometimes people you’ve rescued get hostile with you – out of fear, or embarrassment. Even though this is probably just Shigaraki’s personality, you know how to deal with it. “Are you going to let me?”

Shigaraki holds your gaze for a second, averting his eyes faster than you’d expect. “Do your job. Whatever that means to a so-called hero.”

He’s mean. Of course he’s mean. He’s a villain – but honestly, you’ve rescued civilians who were worse. You pry open the first-aid kit and get to work. You’ll bandage him up, make sure he’s not decompensating, and escape. No one’s faster than you in the water, and given that Shigaraki can’t swim, he’s not going to chase you if you go back in. You’ll warn someone, the League will be captured, and you can forget all about this. It’s fine. Everything is going to be –

“Hey, I found them!” Toga is hollering down from the top of the headland to your right. “The hero brought Tomura-kun to this beach instead of the other one. Tomura, are you okay?”

“It looks bad!” Twice announces. Then, to you: “Give him mouth-to-mouth. With tongue!”

“He’s conscious, breathing, and talking. He doesn’t need mouth to mouth,” you say. You hear this joke a lot, usually from guys whose friend you just saved, and it irks you. “And you don’t do mouth-to-mouth with tongue.”

“Hey! You can’t give Shigaraki substandard mouth-to-mouth just because he’s a villain!” Spinner’s arrived now, too. “What kind of hero are you?”

“The kind who’s trying to do my job,” you say. They’re distracting you, and you need to focus on Shigaraki, not in the least because he could kill you instantly if you make a mistake. You need to keep assessing. “Okay, you didn’t pass out. Did you swallow water at all? Or breathe any in?”

“I didn’t breathe it.” Shigaraki coughs, then grimaces, a flash of panic crossing his face. “Shit. I’m gonna hurl –”

He rolls to one side and vomits seawater into the sand, and you hold his hair back, mainly so you can keep it out of the head wound you’ve just cleaned. “See, he’s fine,” Dabi says from the headland. “Told you.”

“Are you sure he’s fine?” Spinner sounds like he’s thinking about pushing Dabi off the cliff. “Hey. Hero. Is he going to be fine?”

“I’m still assessing,” you caution. Shigaraki coughs a few times, then flops back into the sand. “So far, I’m not too worried, but –”

“Great! We’re going to be over there!” Toga points to the beach on the other side of the headland. “That’s where Mister Compress put all the fun stuff. See you soon, Tomura-kun!”

Most of the League vanishes without another word, but Spinner hangs on a little longer, glaring down at you. “Spinner,” Shigaraki says, his voice raspy, and Spinner looks towards him. “It’s fine. See you – over there.”

Spinner nods and leaves, which is a relief for you. Usually you aren’t that intimidated by guys in purple board shorts, but you usually haven’t been kidnapped by a gang of villains who are hovering over you, shouting bad advice. And you’ve got a different problem now – Shigaraki, who’d be intimidating no matter what he’s wearing. Maybe. He’s soaking wet, his clothes plastered to him, and he’s a lot skinnier than you thought he’d be. He’s looking at you expectantly. “Are you going to fix my head?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You pick through your kit for an appropriately-sized waterproof bandage. “Hold still.”

To your surprise, Shigaraki does it, not even flinching when you move a few more strands of his wet hair away from his face. “Why’d you bring me here instead of the other beach?”

“It was a longer swim. I wanted to get you back on land as fast as possible.” You press the bandage down carefully, running your finger over the edge to make sure it seals properly. “Okay. All done.”

Shigaraki starts trying to sit up, and on instinct, you reach out to help, only realizing your mistake when Shigaraki flinches away. He barks a question at you before you can apologize. “How do I get to the other beach? Climb that thing?”

“No,” you say. “Those headlands aren’t stable, and, uh – you probably need both hands to climb. Both hands and all your – what?”

Shigaraki ignores you. He’s fumbling in the sand, patting down the pockets of his coat, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, panic descends over his features. “The hands,” he says, and your stomach lurches. “I lost them.”

“Um –” You don’t know what to say, and Shigaraki’s hands rise to claw at the sides of his neck. “If they’re a support item – I know it sucks to lose those, but you can probably get –”

“They’re my family’s hands. I can’t just get more!” Shigaraki’s starting to hyperventilate. “I need them –”

He shoves you to one side, gets unsteadily to his feet, and stumbles back towards the surf. You chase after him, thankful that your feet have mostly gone back to normal. “Hey. Where are you going?”

“I have to get them.” Shigaraki shakes you off when you catch his arm, and you grab him again. “Fuck you. Let me go!”

“You still can’t swim. If I let you go out there, you’ll drown.” You grit your teeth. You really, really don’t want to do this, but – “I can go look for them.”

Shigaraki blinks. “Huh?”

“I’ll swim you over to the other beach, and then I’ll look for them,” you repeat. “People ask me to find stuff they dropped all the time.”

You don’t mention that you usually say no, because it’s a waste of time when you’re supposed to be looking out for everyone on the beach. But it’s just Shigaraki here, and his breathing is starting to even out. “How are you supposed to find them? It’s the ocean.”

“They’re a little heavy, right? They’ll sink, and since I know how the currents work, I can figure out where they probably touched down.” You risk letting go of Shigaraki’s arm, breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn’t immediately bolt. “Come on. I’ll swim you over.”

“Are you going to put me in a headlock again?”

“Not if you promise not to grab me,” you say. He rolls his eyes. “I’m not kidding.”

“And I’m not stupid. If I kill you out there, I’ll drown.” Shigaraki lets one hand fall from his neck, then the other. “Swim me over. Now.”

You take a second to pack up your first-aid kit, then lead Shigaraki out into the water. You give the headland a wide berth, even though it means swimming more than a hundred yards out from the shore, but unlike last time, Shigaraki doesn’t question you. In fact, he doesn’t speak at all, except once. “Is that a –”

“Still a dolphin,” you say. The fin protruding from the water is rounded, and the snout that bumps against your hip is smooth and blunt. “Nothing to worry about.”

The entry to the other beach is smooth and easy. You can see why the League chose this one to hang out on – white sands, gentle waves, picturesque to the max. You hope they didn’t kill anyone to claim this beach for themselves. It looks familiar to you, but you can’t quite remember why, and you realize all at once that you don’t know where you are. Where is this place? How far away did they take you?

It doesn’t matter. You can swim to wherever you need to go, as soon as you dump Shigaraki off on the beach. And you don’t even have to take him all the way in – when they see him, Spinner and Twice come out to help. Shigaraki shrugs them off. “I’m fine.”

“Can you swim yet?” Twice asks. Shigaraki scoffs, and Twice turns on you. “You were supposed to teach him to swim!”

“I will,” you lie. “After I find the hands.”

“Ew,” Toga remarks from the beach, where she’s building a sandcastle. “You don’t need those, Tomura-kun. You feel better without them.”

Shigaraki ignores her and looks back to you. “You’ll find them.”

“Yeah.” You dive back into the water and swim for the other side of the headland. Maybe while you’re over there, you can come up with a plan.

There’s no way to get out of gathering up the hands. If you don’t, Shigaraki will go in to get them himself and drown, and you can’t call yourself a rescue hero if you’re willing to let someone die. You’ll find the hands, removing any incentive Shigaraki has to go back into the water, and then you’ll clear out. You can swim as far as you need to in order to find a populated beach, and once you do, you’ll be able to direct them back here to arrest the League. You track the current around the headland, noting that it forms a small vortex in a recessed area in the rocks. That’s where you’ll find Shigaraki’s hands. He said they were his family’s. What does that mean?

You figure out what it means, the second you find the first one. You pick it up out of the jagged rocks underwater and recoil, dropping it instantly. It’s not a model hand, like you thought when you saw him on TV. It’s a real, embalmed human hand, smaller than yours. It looks like it belonged to a little kid, and a surge of guilt travels through you, mixed in with frustration. You’re not the crazy one. Shigaraki’s the crazy one, for wearing his family’s embalmed hands all over himself all the time. It’s not weird at all for you to not want to touch a little kid’s embalmed hand.

But there’s something sad amidst the awfulness of it all, and whoever’s hand this was, it deserves better from you than just being pitched into the water because you got the ick. You retrieve it again, grimacing. Diving for embalmed hands is one thing, but the longer you stay underwater, the harder it becomes to resist your quirk’s transformation. The sooner you finish this, the better.

It takes you two trips to collect all the hands. Shigaraki wades out into the water to take them from you, but rather than putting them back on, he carries them past the high-tide line and dumps them in the sand. “You found all of them,” he says to you, and you nod. “I didn’t think you could do it.”

That’s neither a thank-you or a compliment, but you expect exactly none of that from a villain. And now’s your moment – Shigaraki’s up on the sand, the others are distracted, and nobody will be able to catch you once you cross the drop-off. “Stay out of the water,” you say, and as Shigaraki’s opening his mouth to respond, you turn and dive back in, swimming hard for the open sea.

This time, you let the transformation kick in, and it’s a relief. Each kick propels you through the water at speed, and you watch the seafloor fall away beneath you. You’ll swim a circuit of the island, figure out where you are, and take off. With luck, you’ll reach land way before the League decides to call cut on their beach episode.

In the water, with your transformation mostly complete, you can see everything, and although sound is muffled underwater, your dorsal and flank fins can pick up vibrations, giving you a heads-up for any sound or movement. But you don’t need your fins to pick up the flailing and thrashing that’s going on behind you. Someone’s in distress, and you have a bad feeling about who. You’re right. When you glance reluctantly over your shoulder, you find Shigaraki, just past the drop-off and sinking fast.

It’s not a question of what you’ll do next, no matter how frustrated you are. You breach the surface, suck down a new lungful of air, and swim back to shore.

The salt water must be stinging Shigaraki’s eyes, but he’s got them open, and when he sees you, they widen even further in shock. You know what he’s looking at, know that the natural response is to flinch back – but he doesn’t. Instead he reaches up for you. there’s nothing you can do but dodge his hands, wrap your arms around him, and pull him back to the surface for the third time today.

He’s gasping, coughing, but you don’t have the patience to wait for him to catch his breath. “Are you crazy? What was that about?” The answer occurs to you, and your frustration explodes. “Did you seriously try to drown yourself so I’d have to come back?”

“It worked,” Shigaraki says. You count to ten and remind yourself that you’re a rescue hero, just so you won’t drop him back in the water and let him sink. “You’re a rescue hero. You have to save people who need help. And I need help, so –”

“You’re going to keep drowning yourself so I can’t leave.”

“Or,” Shigaraki says, “you can teach me to swim.”

“I thought you didn’t want a swim lesson,” you say. “What changed your mind?”

“Seems like something I should know,” Shigaraki says. He shrugs. “And I’d be a dumbass to turn down swim lessons from a mermaid.”

You don’t like being called a mermaid, but at the same time, you know you’re not beating the allegations. When your quirk is fully activated, it transforms your legs into a long tail, complete with multiple sets of fins. It sprouts webbing between your fingers, lengthens your ears, changes the structure of your eyes. If you stayed under long enough, you’d probably sprout gills. You don’t look like a Disney mermaid, but mermaid is still what people see when they look at you when your quirk is on full blast. You’d never have let it get this far if you thought you might have to come back.

Shigaraki’s legs brush against one of your pectoral fins, and you clamp down on a shiver. This is why you never transform fully at work. Worse, you’re breaking protocol – you’re never supposed to hold victims face to face, and you’re definitely not supposed to let them wrap their arms around you like Shigaraki is doing right now. He’s getting weirdly familiar for somebody who’s so against being touched. “I’ll teach you to swim, and then what? You’ll let me go?”

“Maybe.” Shigaraki shrugs. “If you help me out, I won’t have a good reason to kill you.”

That might be the best you’ll get. For now. Once he knows how to float, you’re bailing out. “Fine. I’ll teach you.”

Shigaraki looks pleased. Not smug, like you’d expect – just pleased. “Okay. What do I do first?”

“Get back on land,” you say, “and find a swimsuit. I’m not teaching you in your clothes.”

Shigaraki’s suspicious at first, enough to remind you that he’ll just go over the drop-off if you try to escape again, and you react the same way he does when you remind him not to grab you. He heads up the beach, towards the surf shack Mr. Compress – the brown-haired guy you couldn’t place before – must have stolen. Meanwhile, you work on getting yourself out of the surf. Your quirk won’t start to deactivate until you’re clear of the water, and to teach a normal person to swim, it helps to be working with the same equipment as they are.

You use the waves as much as you can, but eventually it’s just you and the wet sand, and your tail is so heavy that you’re reduced to hauling out on the beach like a seal. It looks stupid. You look stupid, and all you can do is hope that the League of Villains is looking the other way. They aren’t. Shigaraki might be off looking for a swimsuit, but the other five are all staring your way.

It doesn’t take long for you to lose patience. “What?”

They ignore you. “I knew we grabbed the right one,” Toga says, gleeful. “We got Tomura-kun a mermaid!”

Dabi is nodding, a smirk on his face. “This is perfect. She’s gonna keep him busy all day long.”

“I’d be busy forever. Look how pretty her tail is –”

You flop back in the sand, staring up at the sky. Not only are you going to have to teach Shigaraki to swim, you’re going to have to do it while being stared at like you’re an animal in a zoo – and if you try to escape, Shigaraki will try to drown himself just to make you come back. This is going to be the worst beach episode ever. At least for you.

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[thedyingliiight]

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙔...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

for the mullet daddy aka my husband 😉😉 — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- this man YEARNS for you.

‘oh y/n i love you.’

‘i love you too, baby.’

- fans definitely make compilation of the way he looks at you, he admires you and everything you do.

- george is ridiculously giggly on camera, but it's you who is all giggly behind the scenes.

- his clothes are yours, no questions asked.

- he's very teasing, which either drives you insane or makes you love him more.

- like chris, he will use any cringey pick up line on you he can.

- when he kisses you, his beard never fails to tickle you, which he uses to his advantage to annoy you.

‘why are you pulling away?’

‘because your beard is tickling my neck.’

‘you’re evil.’

- naturally, when you’re sat together, your legs are rested atop his, it’s just a muscle memory at this point.

- drunk george is the clingiest man ever.

- just to wind him up, you always bite his biceps, they’re your favourite thing about him.

‘ow! what was that for?’

‘i’m sorry but they looked fucking yummy and big.’

‘damn that’s what she said.’

- you’re relationship is very amy santiago and jake peralta coded.

- this man will smush your face in his hands just to give you a kiss, in front of anyone and everyone.

- PDA isn’t a big deal to you but you do links arms or hold hands in front of others.

- this man is a walking pillow, when you’re in bed, your head is always on his chest as he runs his hands through your hair.

- neither of you are into the ‘big spoon, little spoon’ kind of cuddling so you usually settle on heads on chests or facing each other.

- you always pull the back of his hair for the fun of it.

- he always makes you a tea or coffee when you get home after being out all day.

‘i made you a tea, beautiful.’

‘why thank you, kind sir.’

- you are DEFINITELY the funny couple.

- he’s the boyfriend you tell all the gossip to, if he’s around when your friends are over, you tell him everything!!!

‘oh so she’s a bitch then?’

‘yes, we do NOT like her at all.’

- george isn’t the jealous type but when he is he doesn’t make it too obvious, just making snarky remarks towards the guy when he speaks.

- you always steal his jackets, and claim it goes with your outfits as your excuse.

- if he makes a cheeky comment about you he’ll always turn and stick his tongue out at you.

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he’s argumentative.

- if he wants to get a point across he will not move on until it is proven.

‘but i didn’t say that! i said-’

‘george! that conversation happened twenty minutes ago.’

‘yeah but i never proved my point!’

- quite patient but when he’s frustrated his patience is non existent.

- any little thing annoys him when he’s pissed off.

‘don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.’

‘i didn’t! i had something in them.’

- he laughs when he thinks your being ridiculous.

- you guys argue every few months, but it’s never a huge one.

- you only really argue when your stressed, most of the time it’ll be little disagreements that you’ll settle after an hour.

- he treats you more like a goddess after an argument.

NSFW!!…

- he’s an eye roller, i can tell.

- bites your lip HARD when he kisses you.

‘george you made me bleed.’

‘shit sorry, babe.’

- he groans A LOT.

- talks you through it.

- his hands are always on your ass, which he feels the urge to smack a lot.

- he’s a missionary kind of guy, just so he can kiss you.

- he’s a gentle kind of dominant but when he hasn’t seen you in a while he’s rough.

- seems like a love maker.

- after you have sex, he runs you a bath and will bathe with you, then make you a tea (again).

[alittlegiraffe]

hiii, i have an idea if u would like to write it ❤️

we know marshall is insecure, reader should helo him with his securities that being his abandonment issues, his self reflection etc..

take care, make sure to eat and drink something today🦒❤️

Title: I’d Still Choose You

You didn’t want to fight.

God, you never did. Not with him. You’d learned early that silence could do more damage than yelling ever could, and tonight? Tonight was just another ache in the long line of quiet ones.

Marshall had been pulling away for weeks—late nights at the studio, brushing off your touches, muttered excuses that didn’t sound like him. And when you finally pressed, all he gave you was that look. The one that made you feel like you were standing outside of his walls, hands bleeding from knocking, begging to be let back in.

So now, you were packing.

Not because you were leaving-leaving. Just a night. Just some space. Just enough to stop the stupid sting behind your eyes that came every time he walked past you like you weren’t the same girl he used to rap about, write about, breathe for.

The duffel creaked as you pulled the zipper. The quiet of the house pressed in around you. And you almost jumped when his voice came from the doorway.

"You goin’ somewhere?"

You didn’t turn around. "Yeah. Just gonna stay at Ashley’s tonight."

He was quiet for too long. Too long for it to not mean something.

Then came the words, slow and bitter: "You leavin’ me for him?"

You blinked, confused, turning to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"Your ex. The one gettin’ married." His jaw was tight, arms crossed over his chest like he was holding himself together. "I heard you talkin’. You want all that shit, right? The wedding, the white picket fence, fuckin’ kids. You deserve it."

Your heart dropped.

"You—Marshall, no. That’s not—"

"You don’t gotta lie, alright?" He stepped further in, anger covering up the pain in his eyes. "It’s fine. I’m not that guy. I’ll never be that guy. So if you wanna go, go. Just don’t pretend like it ain’t what you want."

You stared at him, stunned. "You’re pushing me away because you heard me talk about an ex?"

"Because I know I can’t give you what he’s givin’ her!" he exploded, voice raw. "You’re probably sittin’ there thinkin’ how easy it’d be to be with someone normal. Someone who can give you a fuckin’ ring without wonderin’ if it’ll end up in a verse someday."

You dropped the duffel and walked to him, trembling.

"I do want all that. Marriage. Babies. A house with too many lights and a dog that chews on everything. I want that future. I won’t lie to you." You touched his chest, felt how tense he was. "But more than all of that… I want you. If you told me I’d never get those things but I’d get to keep you? I’d choose you every time."

His breath hitched.

You looked up at him, voice soft now. “But you have to stop making the decision for me. You don’t get to push me away and pretend you’re doing it for my good.”

His arms dropped from his chest, shoulders slumping as the fight drained out of him.

“I just… I didn’t wanna be the reason you never got that. I didn’t want you to wake up ten years from now and hate me for not bein’ able to give you a damn wedding.”

Tears burned at your eyes, but you reached up and cradled his face. “I won’t ever hate you. Not if I get to spend every day knowing I’m yours.”

Marshall’s eyes finally met yours—stormy, afraid, but full of everything he couldn’t say in words.

And then he pulled you in.

Tight. Desperate.

Like maybe holding you would undo all the mistakes. Like maybe if he held you hard enough, you’d know that he was scared because he loved you too much.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into your hair. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

You nodded, breathing him in.

“I don’t need a wedding, Marshall,” you whispered. “I just need you to stop pretending like I don’t want you.”

He kissed you then—slow, aching, like he was trying to write a vow in how he tasted you.

And maybe there wasn’t a ring yet. Or a baby. Or the perfect life.

But in his arms, you felt the one thing you needed more than any of it.

Home.

[incloudcity]

let's pretend | jh86

requests are open

summary: after an drunken kiss between two best friends, you and jack deal with the aftermath a little differently

Jack wasn’t your type, at least not in the way you’d ever admit. He was your best friend—your roommate's brother, the guy you’d hung out with for months. He was funny, outgoing, and had a charm that could win over a room, but you never saw him like that. At least, you never wanted to.

But last night? That was a different story.

The party had been wild. You’d barely registered how much you’d drunk until you were leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes blurry, laughing at something Jack had said. His usual flirtatious grin was plastered on his face, but you didn’t mind. You were both drunk, the music was loud, and your body felt loose, carefree.

One moment, Jack was teasing you about something ridiculous—something you probably wouldn’t remember in the morning—and the next, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t like any kiss you’d shared before. It was messy, heated, and desperate—drunk people trying to figure out what they wanted, except neither of you had thought about the consequences until the kiss ended and you pulled away with wide eyes.

You blinked, heart pounding in your chest. Jack’s face mirrored your own confusion, and for a split second, you both just stood there, staring at each other like you’d just crossed a line neither of you knew existed.

Before you could say anything, Jack had turned away, slurring out some excuse about going to find his brother. The rest of the night felt like a blur, and you didn’t talk about the kiss, and neither did he.

The morning after was worse than you’d anticipated.

You woke up to the usual chaos of a post-party house—empty cups scattered around, clothes strewn across the floor, and the faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air. You groaned, rubbing your eyes, and immediately regretted the decision to take that last shot.

You stepped into the kitchen to find Jack, who was nursing a bottle of water with the same pained expression on his face. He looked up when you entered, offering you a half-hearted smile.

"Morning," he said, voice hoarse, clearly trying to act normal, like last night hadn’t even happened.

"Morning," you replied, equally stiff. The tension was almost palpable, and you didn’t know if it was the hangover or the fact that neither of you had mentioned what went down.

Neither of you brought it up. Not a single word. The kiss. It was like it was erased from your memory, a figment of a drunken mistake. Maybe that’s what it was—a mistake.

Jack cleared his throat, standing up. "You wanna get breakfast or something? I’m starving."

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Sure."

And just like that, you both acted like it hadn’t happened. The next few days were filled with an awkward energy that neither of you could shake. You’d both fall into the old routines, trying to ignore the heavy unspoken thing hanging between you. But as the days went on, it was impossible to pretend it wasn’t there.

By the time the weekend rolled around, the tension had reached a breaking point.

At a house party later that week, Jack seemed determined to prove that everything was fine. He was surrounded by a group of girls, laughing and talking, and his eyes kept drifting to you every now and then. You tried to ignore him, but it was hard when he was in your line of sight, acting like he was having the time of his life, like everything was back to normal.

But then—then—Jack did it.

He walked up to a girl you didn’t recognize, flashed that trademark grin, and leaned in, kissing her on the cheek in front of you. And just when you thought it was over, he turned his head slightly, catching your eye.

“Just seeing if I can get a rise out of you,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. It was too casual, too knowing.

You felt your chest tighten. You tried to act like it didn’t bother you—like it didn’t hurt—but you knew he was doing this on purpose. It was his way of getting under your skin, proving that he wasn’t fazed by the kiss, and that you were the one who cared.

You shrugged, smiling tightly. "Go for it."

And then, without another word, you turned and walked away, hoping he hadn’t seen the way your heart skipped in your chest.

The next few days were a disaster. You avoided Jack like the plague, not because you wanted to, but because you couldn’t stand the way he was playing this game. Every time he brought a new girl around, you pretended it didn’t bother you. Every time he tried to act like the kiss had never happened, you pushed it aside, like it was just some stupid thing that shouldn’t matter.

But the truth was, it did matter. You hated the way it felt like you were the only one who cared. You hated the way Jack was acting like everything was fine when you were both pretending.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You found him sitting on the couch one evening, phone in hand, probably texting another girl. The casual air about him made your blood boil. Without thinking, you stormed over, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

“Stop,” you snapped. “Just stop.”

Jack looked up, feigning innocence. “Stop what?”

“The games, Jack. I’m done playing along,” you said, voice rising. “I don’t know what you want, but I’m not going to pretend this is nothing anymore. You kissed me. We both kissed each other. And now you’re hooking up with every girl you meet just to make me jealous?”

Jack stood up slowly, the amusement draining from his face. “I’m not trying to make you jealous.”

“Oh, really?” You laughed bitterly. “Because that’s what it looks like.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. There was so much unspoken between you—too much to ignore now.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Jack said quietly, voice softer than usual.

“You already have,” you replied, the frustration and hurt evident in your voice. “You’re acting like nothing happened, like it was no big deal, but it was, Jack. It was a big deal. And I don’t know why I’m the only one who sees that.”

Jack’s eyes softened, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable—like maybe he was regretting something.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated, stepping closer. “But I don’t know what to do with this… with us.”

“Neither do I,” you said, shaking your head. “But I’m not going to sit here and watch you mess with my head just because you think it’s fun.”

Jack sighed, looking genuinely torn. "You’re right. I’ve been an idiot. But I didn’t know what to do. I just—I thought maybe if I acted like I didn’t care, it would make things easier."

“Easier for who? Because it sure as hell hasn’t been easy for me,” you snapped, feeling the frustration boil over.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said again, his voice cracking. “I really am. I should’ve talked to you about it. I should’ve made sure you knew it wasn’t just some stupid mistake. It’s just… I’ve liked you for a long time, and I didn’t want to screw this up, but I did.”

You blinked, the unexpected honesty in his words throwing you off guard. “What?”

Jack dropped his head into his hands, shoulders sagging. “I thought if I acted cool, if I didn’t admit how much I care, it would make this whole thing easier. But it’s been a mess, and it’s been my fault. You deserve better than this. You deserve someone who’s not afraid to admit how they feel.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding.

He looked up at you with wide, apologetic eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I messed up. I was a jerk. But if you’ll give me a chance, I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I’ll fix this.”

The sincerity in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks. Your anger melted away, replaced by a heavy sense of relief.

You took a deep breath. “Jack, I’m not sure if I can just forget how you’ve been treating me. You’ve been playing with my feelings this whole time.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry for that,” he said quickly. “I’ll do anything to prove I’m serious about us. I won’t mess this up again.”

He stepped closer, his hand gently touching yours. “Please.”

You sighed, heart racing. “Fine. But this is it, Jack. No more games. If you mess up again, I’m done.”

Jack’s face lit up, the smallest smile breaking through his guilt. “I won’t mess up again, I promise.”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you let him pull you into a hug, and as he held you, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of

[katiekatdragon27]

What if I just dropped a buncha rare-pairs and dipped for a few weeks huh? Then what would you do? /j unless

Welcome to my Ted Talk about "HOW ARE THESE RARE PAIRS HAVE YOU GUYS READ THEIR DIALOGS???" except for Flutter and Cocoa, that's based on vibes alone.

GHOSTLIGHT IS SOME OF THE MOST UNDERRATED YURI I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. HOW ARE MORE PEOPLE NOT SHIPPING THESE TWO LIKE ACTUALLY??

Almost all of Connie's dialog surrounding Brightney has to do with her being really awkward and sorta shy around the lamp and the lamp being like "?". Like, this is such crush behavior guys YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME PLEASE-

Also, this is how I compared my main lesbian ship with my main gay ship. You have emotionally stunted ghost with emotionally intelligent lamp who is considerate, and emotionally stunted shrimp with somewhat emotionally intelligent mirror who's kind of an ass.

On the other side of the spectrum, here are some chocofly and indirect glittermask doodles.

Cocoa: I wonder what I taste like? Flutter: !!!~

Razzle: Finn! I asked Glisten out!! Finn: Wait act-SHELL-y!? What did he say!? Razzle: HE SAID "YES"!! Finn: HE DID!? That's FIN-tastic, Razzle!!

When the Easter update dropped, I grinded the crap outta it and got all the toons I wanted in like 3 days. When I went to help my friends get their Easter event stuff too, one of them played as Flutter while I was Cocoa, and the ship sorta popped into my head. I like the idea of Flutter lowkey being a little freaky, as a treat, and Cocoa is so innocent that she does not get ANY of Flutter's flirty remarks.

Also like, can we PLEASE get more Razzle and Finn friendship???? Finn literally says that Razzle is his best bud in the dialog and these two NEVER get fan art💔💔💔. Let these yap buddies get more love pleaaaaaase 🙏🙏🙏.

Also, to everyone who has followed me for a while, it is a trend for me to find a straight ship that I get overly obsessed with. I think I finally found that ship for Dandy's world.

I made this ship yesterday lol; the few pieces of fan-art I've seen have deemed them Sweet-ishfish, and I am going to go with that bc I find it funny.

Yatta: WE HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT EVERYBODY!! Finn: We're o-FISH-ial!! (We have promise rings!)

I love the idea of these two being the greatest hype men couple in history. Finn raves about his super talented acrobatic gf, Yatta brags heavily about the giant fish Finn is able to reel in. They are constantly sharing jokes and testing each other's strength and being PDA. Overall, they're just really cute to me lol.

Below are some of the dialogs so that I can feel even more validated in my opinions 💅💅💅:

*Violently gestures to these specific pieces of dialog* Guys, please tell me I don't have to explain how this is very queer pining on Connie's end and Gigi is her wingman-

This is based more on how you read it in your head, but I like to think this is the equivalent of a girl laughing way too obnoxiously over her crush's jokes while her crush eats up the praise. They would be incredible hype men for each other trust me gang.

Anyways, that's enough mindless rambling for one post. Have a good one gang🔥🔥