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a business proposal, p. 8

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» contents - ⟡⋆˙ fluff, slight angst, crack, au, satoru gojo x f!reader, ceo!gojo, suggestive themes, jealousy, mutual pining, kissing, gojo being a lil shit, gojo and reader being cute!!!

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» notes - ⟡⋆˙ FINALLY PART 8 HAS ARRIVED!! RAAAAAAA!! i had so much fun writing this one 😭 it had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭 also, this part is the longest one in the series so far, i got kinda possessed while writing this lolololol i'm sorry it took a bit longer than usual, today has been hectic and busy but here it is! thank you so much for reading and for keeping up with this series, happy reading and enjoy! love y'all (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) also feel free to leave a comment/private message to be added to the taglist!! :D<3

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“Just imagine how surprised she must’ve been,” Gojo sighed heavily, running his fingers through his white locks. “So I told her I’d give her some time to think.”

“Right,” Geto replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he navigated the familiar streets leading to their workplace. “That’s honestly the only thing you can do. To give her time.”

“Yeah, but…” Gojo began tentatively, “how long does it usually take to make such a decision?”

“It depends from person to person. Everyone processes things differently.”

Gojo fell silent, his impatience simmering just below the surface. He gazed out of the window, watching the city pass by, his mind racing with thoughts of you. The memory of your smile, the way you laughed, your gentle touch, your voice—it replayed in his mind like a cherished melody. His heart ached with longing, aching to reach out to you, to see you again.

After a moment, he turned back to Geto, his voice tinged with frustration. “So I shouldn’t call her first?”

“No,” Geto confirmed without hesitation. He glanced briefly at Gojo at the rearview mirror, gauging his friend’s turmoil. “Pushing her now might not help. Let her come to you when she’s ready.”

“You really think she’ll come around?”

Geto’s expression softened. “If she feels the same way about you, then yes, she will.”

Gojo nodded reluctantly, the weight of Geto’s advice sinking in. He knew deep down that rushing things could ruin everything that he hoped to build with you. Yet, the ache in his chest persisted—a yearning that threatened to consume him. He shifted in his seat, unable to find comfort in the familiar sights passing by. Every passing moment without you felt like an eternity.

—

The familiar hum of the appliances working, the quiet rustle of baking sheets, and the soft clinking of utensils surrounded you, but it all felt distant, like background noise to the storm of thoughts in your mind.

It had been a few days since Gojo’s unexpected confession, but the weight of his words still hung heavy in the air. His words echoed relentlessly in your head.

“I have feelings for you, [name].”

“And I cannot keep pretending that I don’t.”

You replayed that night over and over, trying to make sense of it all. His earnest admission, the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and the overwhelming flood of emotions you felt—it was all too much.

‘He has feelings for me?’ The thought slipped into your mind.

You glanced at the dough in front of you, your hands kneading it absentmindedly. You had been at it for the past hour, unable to focus on the task at hand. Every time you tried to concentrate, your mind drifted back to that night, to his confession, his expression, the way he had looked at you with such sincerity, affection, and vulnerability.

You sighed, leaning back against the counter, your eyes unfocused. The confusion and conflict within you were palpable. On one hand, there was the undeniable connection you felt with Gojo, a bond that had grown stronger with time, transcending the boundaries of your fake relationship. Despite the initial pretense to convince his grandfather, the moments you shared, the laughter, the lingering touches—it all felt real. You couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through you whenever you thought of him, whenever he was near, and the way your heart seemed to recognize his presence even before your eyes did.

But on the other hand, there were the complexities and risks that came with acknowledging these feelings. The fear of vulnerability and potential heartbreak loomed over you. And it wasn’t just about the fact that he was your boss—an inappropriate relationship in the eyes of many—it was also about what his grandfather would think. The facade you had both maintained had been for a purpose, to meet the expectations of his family. Admitting to these feelings now felt like a betrayal of that initial agreement, and the consequences seemed overwhelming.

Your mind kept replaying his words once more, the earnestness in his eyes, the tremor in his voice. It all started to slowly break down the walls you had built around your heart.

You felt trapped, the depths of your heart held a whirlwind of emotions— your affections for Gojo, fear of the repercussions, and an overwhelming sense of sadness at the possibility of what might never be. The rational part of you screamed that it wasn’t going to work, and that cutting contact with him would be for the best. But your heart, ever so foolish and yearning, couldn’t help but feel hopeful and long for him.

Just as you sank deeper into your thoughts, the sound of the bell chiming above the door snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing someone was at the door.

“Oh, hi Kento,” you greeted him warmly, your movements coming to a stop from kneading as you dusted your hands gently. “I didn’t expect to see you here today. Anything I can get for you?”

The blond smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Actually, I’m here to see you. It has been a while since we talked.”

His suggestion caught you off guard, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Spending time with him could provide a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions surrounding Gojo’s confession.

“That’s very kind of you,” you replied, grateful for the opportunity to shift your focus. “Just give me a moment, and we can go.”

—

“Are you sure about this, Satoru? Is now really the best time to talk to her?” Geto glanced at him briefly at the rearview mirror, concern etched on his features.

Gojo didn’t respond. Instead, he pushed open the door of the car and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The familiar scent of freshly baked goods enveloped him as soon as he entered the bakery, momentarily soothing his nerves.

A wave of relief washed over him when he spotted you sitting at a table. Your face lit up with a wide smile, laughter bubbling out—a sound he had longed to hear. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, the warmth of your presence pulling at him.

But as he approached, his relief quickly faded away, replaced by a feeling of disappointment and confusion when he saw you talking and laughing with a man he didn’t know. You seemed so close... So comfortable together, sharing a moment that made Gojo’s stomach twist with unease.

Who is this man? And why are you talking to him like that?

He stood just a few steps away from your table, unnoticed for the moment as his mind raced with thoughts. He couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy that gripped him. Despite his determination to talk to you and sort out his feelings, seeing you with someone else stirred up a whirlwind of emotions—doubt, longing, and a fear of losing you before he could even truly have you.

Gojo’s daydreams of a tender conversation with you faded into the background, replaced by the harsh reality of seeing you with another man. He felt a knot form in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him.

“Satoru?”

Your sweet voice pulled him back to reality. There you were, staring at him with wide eyes, shock flickering across your face.

“W-What are you doing here?”

Gojo stood there, conflicted and uncertain. His heart pounded in his chest, torn between the desire to talk to you and the turmoil stirred up by seeing you with that man. A heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the faint murmurs and soft humming of the machinery.

For a moment, Gojo struggled to find the right words. His mind raced, grappling with the rush of emotions—jealousy, disappointment, and a deep-seated fear of rejection. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His gaze flickered between you and the exit, uncertainty clouding his features.

“I...” Gojo started, his voice trembling slightly. He took a hesitant step backwards, breaking eye contact with you. “I... I should go.”

The words hung in the air, tinged with regret and indecision. Without another glance in your direction, Gojo turned on his heel and quickly walked towards the door. Every step felt heavy, each one a painful reminder of what he couldn’t bring himself to do.

“Satoru!”

—

Days passed, each one heavier than the last for you. Gojo’s abrupt departure from the bakery left you bewildered and hurt. You replayed the moment in your mind countless times, trying to make sense of his actions and your own feelings. Confusion stirred along with a dull ache in your chest as you wondered why he had come, only to leave without a word.

Work became unbearable. Every day, you navigated the familiar routines with a sense of unease. Gojo was conspicuously absent, leaving a void that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. But you weren’t any better. You made excuses to steer clear of places where you might run into him, opting to focus on tasks that kept your mind occupied. Yet, no matter how hard you tried to bury your thoughts, they kept resurfacing—memories of his confession, the warmth of his presence, and the confusion of that last encounter.

Friends and coworkers noticed the change in you, the tension that seemed to radiate from your every movement. Concerned glances and hesitant inquiries followed you throughout the day, but you offered only vague smiles and assurances that everything was fine. But inside, you were anything but fine. You longed for clarity, for closure, yet each day without a word from Gojo deepened the sense of unease within you. Had he regretted his confession? Was he avoiding you deliberately, as you were him?

Alone in the copying room one afternoon, you tried to bury yourself in the mundane task of organizing paperwork. The hum of the copier filled the small room, providing a dull background noise that matched the numbness you felt inside. Sheets of paper slid out one by one, each landing with a soft thud in the tray.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly sorted through the documents, trying to find some comfort in the mindless repetition. But the unresolved tension with Gojo weighed heavily on your mind, refusing to be ignored.

Finally finished, you gathered the neatly stacked papers into your arms. As you turned to leave, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Gojo standing right behind you, his presence unexpected and startling.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, startled both by his sudden appearance and your own clumsy reaction. The papers slipped from your grasp, scattering across the floor.

Gojo’s expression mirrored your surprise, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the scene before him.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stammered, hastily bending down to collect the scattered papers. Your fingers trembled slightly as you tried to gather them, avoiding his gaze.

Gojo moved closer, kneeling down beside you to help pick up the papers. His touch was gentle and his movements careful as he gathered the scattered sheets.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He murmured.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, the proximity between you stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—relief at seeing him, anger at his absence, and anxiety of his sudden appearance.

Finally, the last paper lay between you, and you both reached for it simultaneously. Your hands brushed together again, but neither of you pulled away immediately, too caught up in a moment of longing and hesitation. Then, you suddenly withdrew your hand, immediately breaking the spell that had momentarily enveloped you both.

You stood up quickly, putting down the neat stack of papers on the counter as you avoided his gaze. The silence stretched between you, the atmosphere felt suffocating.

“You have been avoiding me.” Gojo finally spoke, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

The admission hung between you, heavy with the unspoken truth of your avoidance. You could sense Gojo’s gaze on you, searching for a response, for a glimpse into your thoughts and feelings.

“I...” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you struggled to find the right words. “I didn’t know how to face you after... Everything.”

Gojo nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I understand. I’ve been... Processing things too.” He sighed heavily before continuing. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. It’s just… Seeing you with someone else—”

“H-He’s just a friend.” you stammered, your voice wavering. “There’s nothing going on between me and him.”

The words spilled out before you could stop them, surprising both yourself and Gojo. Why had you reassured him? You had been deliberately trying to maintain a sense of distance between you, to protect yourself from the turmoil of your feelings. Yet, here you were, offering him reassurance, as if secretly wishing to bridge the gap between you.

Gojo’s gaze flickered with surprise, then softened with a hint of relief. “A friend,” he echoed softly with a soft smile. “I see.”

“I-I should go—”

“Wait,” Gojo gently grabbed your arm, sending another spark through your body. “Can we talk?”

You sighed, closing your eyes tightly. “There’s... There’s nothing to talk about.”

His grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly. “Please,” he urged softly. “Just hear me out—”

“Please, stop,” you started, turning around to face him. Surprise flickered across his face at the sight of your distressed and sad expression. “Just stop.”

“Why are you—”

“This could never work between us, Mr. Gojo,” you murmured softly. He visibly winced at the mention of his last name. “Y-You should forget about what happened, about me, and continue to go on blind dates to find someone else.”

“Are you… Rejecting me right now?”

You stood silent before him, nodding slightly.

“What’s the reason?” His voice was firm and steady yet filled with a desperate longing for understanding.

You let out a small, bitter chuckle. “There’s a lot of them actually,” you began tentatively, your voice wavering. “What would your grandfather say if he knew about this situation? Not to mention the other employees—”

“I’m not asking about the others,” he interjected smoothly, taking a step closer as his eyes bore into yours. “I only want to hear what you think.”

You swallowed hard, his proximity stirring a whirlwind of conflicted emotions within you. The ache in your chest tightened as you searched for the right words.

“It’s the same,” you finally whispered, meeting his gaze with a hint of sadness in your eyes. “I don't... I don’t think it would work out.”

He blinked, his expression faltering for a moment before he gathered himself. “Do you really not have any feelings for me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words got caught in your throat.

“I understand,” he said softly, though determination tinged his words. He closed the distance between you, your breath hitching as he approached. “But you should know that I will never give up. I will wait for you, until you finally like me back.”

Your heart ached at his words, the depth of his sincerity piercing through your defenses. You struggled to maintain your composure, to hold onto the reasons why this couldn’t work. But in that moment, with his hand against yours and his eyes searching yours for an answer, you couldn’t deny the pull of your heart.

“Why… Why do you keep trying?” You took a shaky breath, conflicted emotions swirling within you. “I-It’s obvious that I’m not the right girl for you. So please… Stop liking me and stop trying to get close to me.” You insisted softly.

As you try to pry yourself away from his grasp, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he tightens his grip slightly, pulling you gently back towards him. The proximity between you intensifies, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“What you’re worried about will never happen, I can promise you that,” he reassures you, his voice earnest and unwavering. “So please, stay by my side.”

You stand there in silence, torn between the allure of his words and the weight of the fears and uncertainties that this relationship could bring. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you try to make sense of the conflicting emotions within you. His presence is magnetic, drawing you closer despite the rational voice urging and screaming at you to think things through.

Without fully comprehending your own actions, your gaze drifts to his lips. The air crackles with tension as you lean in, hesitating only briefly before pressing your lips against his. The kiss is tender yet charged with unspoken desires and the depth of your emotions. Gojo’s response is immediate, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens, igniting a fire that neither of you can deny.

For a moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the taste of his lips against yours. You allow yourself to surrender to the vulnerability of the moment, letting go of the barriers that kept you apart. It’s a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of your emotions—a silent confession of the feelings you’ve both tried to resist.

When you finally pull away, breathless and overwhelmed, you meet Gojo’s gaze.

“Can I consider this a positive response to me asking you out?”

A wave of panic washes over you as the reality of what just happened sinks in. You hadn’t planned on this. You were supposed to be composed, in control. Yet here you were, vulnerable and exposed, grappling with feelings you had tried so hard to deny, and your lips still tingling from his touch.

“Uh, n-no!” You quickly pull yourself away from him, waving your hands nervously. “That’s not— that was not supposed to happen—”

“What?”

“T-This was a mistake,” you manage to stammer out, your heart pounding in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, sir, bye.” You bow briefly in apology before turning and scurrying off.

“Wait, [name]—”

But you had already disappeared down the hallway, leaving Gojo standing there, stunned and alone.

As you hurried away, panic and confusion swirled within you. The taste of his lips lingers on yours, a vivid reminder of the moment that had just passed. You can’t shake the intensity of your own actions, nor the flood of emotions that had momentarily overwhelmed you.

Meanwhile, Gojo stands rooted to the spot, his hand absentmindedly touching his lips where yours had been just moments ago. His mind races as he replays the kiss in his thoughts, trying to make sense of the mixed signals you had sent.

“She says it was a mistake,” he murmurs to himself, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “But she kissed me first.”

—

Later that evening you found yourself hunched over your laptop, trying to distract yourself with work. The events of the day had left your mind racing, the memory of Gojo’s unexpected appearance and the kiss that followed replayed incessantly in your mind. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt his touch lingering on your lips, igniting a rush of conflicting emotions—longing, guilt, and a profound sense of unease.

“God, why did I do that?” You whispered to yourself, shaking your head as if trying to dispel the memory.

It was reckless, impulsive, and very much unlike you. You’ve always prided yourself on being rational and composed, yet in that moment, your resolve had faltered.

“So stupid, [name].” You muttered under your breath, fingers tapping against the keyboard with more force than necessary.

You were supposed to keep your distance, to maintain the boundaries you had carefully constructed. But one look, one touch from Gojo had shattered those defenses, leaving you vulnerable and questioning everything.

With a sigh, you minimized the documents on your screen and rubbed your temples, trying to ease the tension that coiled in your body. The weight of your actions hung heavy in the silence of your room, a reminder of the consequences of letting emotions dictate your decisions.

Suddenly your phone buzzed with an incoming call. You hesitated for a moment upon seeing Gojo’s name flashing insistently, unsure if you were ready to confront the tumultuous events of the day. After a deep breath, you answered reluctantly.

“Hello?”

“Hello, [name],” Gojo’s voice came through, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. “I’m outside your place. We need to talk.”

Your heart skipped a beat, panic creeping back into your voice. “Mr. Gojo, I… I’m really busy right now. Can’t this wait?”

“No, it can’t,” he insisted firmly. “I won’t leave until we’ve talked.”

Before you could protest further, he hung up. You sighed heavily, knowing that delaying would only prolong the inevitable. With a mix of apprehension and resignation, you made your way downstairs and out of the apartment building.

There, sitting in his car, was Gojo. He looked up as you approached, his expression unreadable. You hesitated for a moment before sliding into the passenger seat beside him. The silence between you was unbearable, each moment stretching out until Gojo finally broke it.

“About the kiss—”

Your heart raced, unsure of how to respond. “I-I’m so sorry, that was a mis—”

“Why do you keep saying that when you were the one that initiated it?” He interjected, his gaze searching for yours intensely. “If this was a mistake then why did you kiss me?”

“I-I, well…” You stammered, your cheeks flushing as you searched desperately for an explanation. “W-We kissed because… Because we were standing so close to each other! So we just bumped into each other, like a… A Fender-bender!”

“A fender-bender?!” Gojo exclaimed, incredulous.

“Y-Yes! Exactly like that!” You nodded vigorously, trying to sound convincing despite the absurdity of your analogy. “It was just a collision of lips, totally accidental.”

Gojo blinked at you, clearly unconvinced by your flustered attempt at explanation. “You know, that’s not how kisses usually happen.”

“I-I know!” You blurted out, flustered. “I mean, I didn’t mean for it to happen that way. It was… Unexpected.”

“Is that what you really believe?” Gojo asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “So, what? Are my lips some kind of column for you to crash into?”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. “No, no! T-That’s not what I was trying to say…”

Gojo sighed. “Well, whether it was a mistake or not. You initiated the kiss,” a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes for a brief moment. “So you should make up for it, right?”

“I…” Your voice trailed off as you sighed, nodding slightly. “Right, I’ll… I’ll do what I can to take responsibility and make it up to you.”

Gojo turned away for a moment, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Then he turned back to you.

“Very well.” He started the engine of his car. “Buy me dinner to pay me back for kissing me.”

Your eyes widen, taken aback by his unexpected request. “W-What?!”

—

“How can you ask a commoner to buy you something this expensive!?” You blurted out, your voice filled with incredulity as you scanned the menu.

“You said that you were gonna make up for it.” Gojo said casually, his eyes on the menu, though a teasing smirk played on his lips.

“You—” you exhaled sharply. “That kiss wasn’t just all me, you know?! You kissed me back! L-Like a total player!”

Gojo slowly sets down the menu, looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “So what you’re saying is that you’re not the only one at fault here?”

“Correct.”

“Well, I told you I have feelings for you,” Gojo says in a matter-of-fact tone. “How could I just stay still when the woman I liked started kissing me so aggressively?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Aggressively? I was not aggressive! You make it sound like I attacked you or something!”

Gojo chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Well, if you didn’t want to attack me, you could have fooled me. Your lips seemed pretty determined.”

The flush deepens on your face. “Well, I—”

“How about this then?” Gojo started, leaning back on his chair. “You can pay me back in another way.”

You felt a glimmer of hope, wondering what he could mean. “What other way?”

“I prefer to pay people back with exactly what I’ve received from them. Eye for an eye. A kiss for a kiss.” He said with a smirk.

Your eyes widened even more, and you felt your heart race as you slap your palm over your mouth. “What?!”

Gojo’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Exactly. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

You were completely flustered, your mind racing as you tried to process his words. “I-I don’t think that’s necessary—”

Gojo chuckled, his amusement evident. “Oh, but I insist. After all, it’s just a kiss, right?”

“I’ll pay for the food.” You blurted out, desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic of kissing.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his amusement deepening. “Alright,” he said, nodding. “If that’s how you want to handle it.”

As you both started eating, you couldn’t stop your mind from tumbling back to that kiss. Every time you glanced up at him, there it was, the sight of them – those perfectly sculpted, tantalizing lips – moving as he ate. You weren’t even sure if he was chewing or casting a spell with them, but you were enchanted either way.

The memory of the kiss kept hitting replay, over and over, like a broken record that you didn’t mind listening to forever. The urge to kiss him again gnawed at you, louder and more insistent with every bite of food.

Suddenly, the whirlwind of thoughts became too much, and you slapped your hand over your mouth as if that could hold back the tide of emotions.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you blurted out, your chair scraping against the floor as you hastily rose up from your seat. “Be right back.”

Gojo watched you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, an eyebrow slightly arched as you bolted towards the restroom.

Once you reach the bathroom, the sound of your heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, drowning out everything else. You splashed cold water on your face, hoping to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you. How could one person have this effect on you? It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered sharply under your breath. “Snap out of it! Get it together, [name].”

After taking a few deep breaths, you composed yourself and made your way back to the table. Gojo was still there, of course, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched you return.

“Feeling better?” He asked, his tone teasing.

“Much better.” You replied, trying to sound casual as you sat back down.

Gojo leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “if a simple kiss has you this flustered, I can’t help but wonder what else might drive you crazy.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, making you choke on your drink. “We should finish eating,” you said, your voice wavering just a little. “I don’t want the food to get cold.”

You forced a smile, focusing on your meal. The food was delicious, but you could barely savor the taste due to being distracted the whole time. Every time you looked up, you found Gojo’s eyes on you, a knowing smirk on his face. And every time your gaze fell on his lips, that maddening urge to kiss him again surged within you.

Finally, the meal came to an end and the restaurant staff approached your table.

You turned to them with a sheepish look on your face. “Excuse me, is it possible to pay in six installments?” You asked, hoping to manage the cost.

The staff member smiled politely. “Oh, there’s no need for that ma’am. Your companion has already paid.”

“W-What?”

Your eyes darted to Gojo, who casually rose from his seat, a smug smile playing on his lips as he began to walk away.

“Thank you,” you give the staff a quick bow before hastily gathering your things and hurried after him. “Why did you do that? I was supposed to pay.”

Gojo turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I thought about it and decided I didn’t want you to pay me back for a kiss with an expensive dinner.”

You sighed, your voice laced with sarcasm. “Then what do you want? An even more expensive dinner?”

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or you can pay me back with something else.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized his implication. Quickly, you slapped your hand over your mouth, shaking your head quickly.

“No way!” You mumbled through your fingers. "I’ll just buy you a more expensive meal next time.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’ll be looking forward to it,” he replied in a joking tone. He then started walking away, talking to himself just loud enough for you to hear. “What should we eat next time? Steak? Omakase?”

Panic surged through you as you followed after him. “Wait, wait! Those are so expensive!”

Gojo glanced back over his shoulder, a playful smirk on his lips. “Well, you did say more expensive,” he teased lightly, “Don’t worry, [name], I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

You groaned internally, knowing he was thoroughly enjoying this. “You’re impossible.” You muttered under your breath, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

He continued musing aloud, deliberately ignoring your distress. “Hmm, or perhaps a high-end French restaurant?”

“HEY!”

—

The next day, you found yourself walking through the entrance of a theme park, the excitement of the place bubbling around you. Bright colors, laughter, and the hum of roller coasters filled the air. As you scanned the crowd, your eyes finally landed on Gojo, who was leaning casually against a railing, a playful grin on his face.

When you approached him, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Gojo straightened up, his grin widening. “What do you think? I want a payback for that kiss.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, looking around the surrounding area. “Well, I don’t think there’s any good place to eat around here…”

He waved off your concern with a dismissive hand. “Forget about eating. Spend the day with me as payment.”

“What?” You blinked, completely taken aback.

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and anticipation. “You said I shouldn’t make a commoner pay for an expensive meal, so I’ll buy your time instead.”

His words both shocked you and sent a flutter through your heart. You stood there for a moment, trying to process his offer. He wasn’t asking for a meal or any extravagant gesture; he simply wanted your company. The simplicity of it, combined with the underlying tension, made your heart skip a beat.

Gojo reached out, gently taking your hand casually. “Come on,” he said, leading you towards the nearest ride. “Let’s have some fun.”

As the day went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more in his company. You rode roller coasters, played arcade games, competing fiercely in air hockey and racing games, each match accompanied by Gojo’s competitive yet infectious laughter.

Amidst rides and games, you stumbled upon a charming shop brimming with vibrant headbands. Gojo insisted on buying matching ones — bright neon colors that clashed wonderfully with both your outfits. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, you both wore them proudly for the rest of the day, drawing amused looks from passersby.

Later, you stumbled upon a hidden photo booth tucked away in a quiet corner of the park. Gojo eagerly pulled you inside, and for a delightful half-hour, you posed and made exaggerated faces, letting the camera capture your playful antics. The resulting strip of photos grew sillier with each frame.

As daylight faded into evening, you sat at a table, observing the park’s lights twinkling to life under the settling twilight. It wasn’t long before Gojo approached, balancing a tray of drinks. He set them down with a grin, then slid into the chair opposite you, his expression brightening the dimming surroundings.

“I’m hungry, do you want to eat?” You asked, starting to rise from your seat. “I can go buy some—”

“It’s fine,” Gojo interrupted smoothly, leaning back against the chair. “Just spend your time on me. I’ll spend the money.”

His words caught you off guard, stirring a mix of emotions within you. It was a gesture both endearing and unsettling, leaving you unsure whether to accept or insist on contributing. As you hesitated, Gojo’s unwavering gaze held yours, his expression inviting you to simply enjoy the moment without overthinking.

“No, I can’t do that,” you replied quickly, averting his gaze from his. “I’m here to repay you for that kiss. So, what do you want to eat?”

Gojo seemed to consider this for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “Well, there is something I want to eat,” he finally said with a playful glint in his eyes.

Curiosity piqued, you followed him through the park until you found yourselves tucked away in a quiet spot. There, under the soft glow of fairy lights strung overhead, you sat side by side on a bench, sharing corn dogs from a nearby vendor.

“Okay, this better be an insanely good corn dog.” You raised an eyebrow, taking a skeptical bite.

Gojo watched you expectantly, his eyes bright with anticipation.

“It’s just a normal corn dog.” You deadpanned, your voice laced with feigned disappointment. “You should’ve at least given me one with more filling.”

Gojo chuckled at your reaction, shaking his head slightly as he took another bite of his.

Intrigued now, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Did someone tell you that you had to get a corn dog if you go to an amusement park?”

Gojo smiled softly, his gaze momentarily distant as he seemed lost in memories. After a brief silence, he spoke up, his voice gentle yet tinged with nostalgia. “Actually, I used to eat these with my parents when I was younger.”

Your playful expression faltered for a moment, a wave of empathy crashing over you as the weight of his words sank in. Of course, you had known about the tragedy Gojo had endured as a child; it was a piece of his story you had learned during the early days of your fake relationship.

“They tasted really good back then,” Gojo continued softly, a wistful smile touching his lips. “Sometimes, when I think about it, I come here and have one by myself.”

“You must have been really happy then,” you murmured softly, offering him a small smile. “It’s nice to eat food that you’ve had in the past. It makes you recall all of the happy memories from back then, and makes it tastes even better.”

A knowing smile formed on your lips as you continued, your voice tinged with nostalgia. “For me, it’s these little cakes my dad used to make for me whenever I had to go on field trips as a kid.” A soft chuckle escaped your lips upon remembering those moments. “Each time he would draw little faces or symbols on them.”

“You really are something else, aren’t you?” He said quietly, his voice carrying a mix of appreciation and admiration.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the twinkling lights of the amusement park. “Whenever I bring up my parents, people usually don’t know what to say. So they just end up telling me that they’re sorry,” he confessed quietly. “That’s why I’ve never been able to open up about it, despite it being one of my fondest memories. Even to my grandfather.”

You sat beside him quietly, your heart aching with empathy as he slowly opened up to you.

“But, sometimes I just want to talk to someone about my parents,” he said softly, his gaze flickering to meet yours, gratitude shining in his eyes as he smiled warmly at you. “So thank you [name], for letting me talk about it.”

—

As you gathered your belongings, preparing to leave after a long night’s work, echoes of yesterday’s events and heartfelt conversations with Gojo still resonated within you. The warmth of his laughter lingered in the air, and the sincerity in his words replayed like a soothing melody in your mind. The memory brought a tender smile to your lips as you contemplated the genuine bond that had quietly grown between you.

Lost in your thoughts, you stepped into the elevator, ready to head home. The doors began to close when two people entered, their voices carrying a hushed conversation that immediately caught your attention.

“I heard Gojo’s got a blind date tonight,” one of them whispered eagerly, the excitement palpable in their voice. “Heard that the woman comes from a super rich family.”

“Yeah, I heard that he’s been planning this for a while,” the other chimed in conspiratorially. “Do you think it’s serious? Could they end up getting married?”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest, leaving you breathless, a mix of shock and sadness washing over you. You stood there, frozen in place, trying to process the implications of what you had overheard. Could it really be true? Has Gojo been orchestrating this behind your back all along?

You couldn’t help but wonder why Gojo had confessed to you in the first place, considering he had been arranging this blind date for quite some time. Was it all just a game to him? A way to keep you hooked while he pursued someone more suitable? Or had he genuinely cared but decided that someone from a wealthy family offered him a better future?

For a moment, you felt the feeling of regret creeping in, like a bitter taste in your mouth and a sharp ache in your chest. Regret for your defenses, for not laying bare your own heart sooner. Perhaps if you had been more open, more willing to show him how deeply he had touched you, things would have unfolded differently.

The gentle chime of the elevator reaching the lobby jolted you from your thoughts. Without hesitation, you hurried out, your mind spinning. You waved frantically for a taxi as you fumbled with your phone to dial Gojo’s number, your heart hammering painfully in your chest.

To your surprise, he picked up almost immediately.

“Hello?”

“Get out of there now!” You blurted out as soon as he picked up. “Please, Satoru, don’t do this—”

“Do you even know where I am?” He asked casually, his voice calm and collected.

You felt a surge of frustration. “On that blind date! I-I heard— how could you do this to me, Satoru?” The words spilled out in a rush, tinged with hurt and betrayal. “Y-You made me fall for you, you stupid bastard! A-And now you’re going on a date with someone else? You… You can’t do that!”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. “Y-You tell me that you like me— and then I hear this... I just... I can’t believe you’d do this.”

There was a pause, and then Gojo spoke again, his tone tinged with amusement. “You know, it’s kinda funny to see you act so jealous.”

“What are you—”

“I’m not on the blind date, [name],” he interrupted, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Do you really think that lowly of me?” There was a teasing edge to his voice.

“But I heard—”

“I’m right in front of your house.” Gojo revealed gently. “I was going to ask you out again today.”

You were left speechless for a moment, trying to process his words.

He then continued, “it’s a good thing I came.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sunk in. The taxi continued its agonizingly slow journey towards your home. Impatience gnawed at you as every passing minute felt like an eternity. Finally, the taxi slowed to a stop, and you hastily paid the driver, your hands trembling slightly as you gathered your belongings. Stepping out into the cool evening air, each moment felt charged with anticipation and uncertainty, your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest.

Standing just a few feet away from him, you witness the way his smile broadened and the way his eyes sparkled with tenderness. In that moment, all the tension that had gripped you just moments before melted away, replaced by a flood of warmth and affection.

Taking a tentative step closer, you felt the magnetic pull drawing you towards him. But before you could take another step, Gojo gently interrupted. “If you come any closer, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go again.”

Your smile softened, a small chuckle brushing past your lips. And without hesitation, you continued towards him, and Gojo mirrored your steps, drawing nearer until you were within reach of each other’s touch.

“I think it’s time I repay you for that kiss.” You whispered softly.

And with that, you leaned in, the world around you fading into insignificance as your lips met. It was a kiss born of longing and unspoken feelings, a culmination of emotions held back for too long. The sensation was electric, each touch of your lips igniting a fire that had smoldered for far too long.

His arms enveloped you, drawing you close, and you responded eagerly, pouring all the emotions you had been holding back. The taste of anticipation along with the sweetness of reconciliation, creating a moment that seemed to suspend time itself.

In that embrace, every doubt and fear that you had melted away, replaced by a comforting warmth of shared desire and affection. The kiss held a promise—a promise of connection and a future intertwined, filling you with the readiness to step confidently into a new chapter of your relationship.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy from the intensity of the moment, you found yourself locked in his gaze.

There was a playful glint in his eyes, a hint of humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “You’re not going to say that this was a mistake too, right?”

You shook your head, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you met his gaze with unwavering certainty.

“No, definitely not a mistake.”

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fuxuannie · 13 hours

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | kenji sato x gender neutral reader

love mail — reallllyy quick req from a friend (this took 20 mins pls bear w me) ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ i love u all chu chu, this is an OVERLY done trope with this song but guys please let me 😞 be delulu

︰꒱꒱ YOU AND KENJI USED TO BE BEST FRIENDS. you met when he transferred to america, and it was mostly due to connections. it was around the time he had gotten popular, but not quiet there yet — and you had been part of an underground band that began gaining traction as well. you two got along well, late night banters, him listening to you sing while he would practice baseball.. you became each others routines. his practices would feel empty without your presence, and your singing wasn't as fun without him.

when he had to move back, you were devastated. you were both at the highest points of your careers, and you relied heavily on each other during an equally difficult time — so to hear him have to leave, and not even sure for how long.. it scared you. he'd likely be missing so many of your milestones, and it's not like you could beg him to stay either. you two were.. just friends. nothing more. even if your heart screamed at you to be something more, to tell him that as you dropped him off at the airport, — when he turned his back away from you and was about to enter.. when he actually looked back before going inside. regret finally settled in when he was no longer in view, and you crumbled, feeling lost as you realized you couldn't see him anymore.

years have passed since that day, and you eventually had to move on. life gets busy, after all. bu5 it wasn't like you weren't keeping tabs on him, though. you had his games livestreaming during rehearsals and you would even watch some of his interviews in japan. one of these days, however — you had accidentally kept a live interview running as you entered the room of your makeup department, preparing for your third live performance of your big tour. not getting to see the rest of the stream as the question for ken sato followed; "with the giants big comeback season coming to an end, do you ever plan to return to america?" the journalist asked curiously, and kenji only laughed — feeling rather excited to answer the question. "yes, actually. i'll be attending a concert with a few old friends, and i'm looking forward to that."

he looked straight to the camera, his smile soft, — he was hoping, praying that you were watching. "i'm coming back, sweetheart."

the fifth night was the biggest one the whole tour, it had completely sold out tickets — and that made you worry. not only that, but now the rumors of ken sato coming back to america were going around.. and the coincidences — they seemed to align a bit too well. but you shook your head, deciding something as trivial as someone from your past be a distraction was something you weren't about to let slide, so you close your laptop and meet your bandmates back stage, chatting away about how exciting tonight was going to be.

on the other hand, kenji arrived in america yesterday. missing just the fourth night of your tour. and decided to plan a little surprise for you, with the power of connections — he had gotten in touch with your manager and bandmates, and it was going to be the most memorable performance of your career.

"how about singing 'still into you' by paramore for our last song?" your drummer suggested, smiling cheekily. "a cover song? a strange suggestion," you respond, only for your guitarist to chime in with an equally endearing smirk. "not at all, we all know the song anyway. i used to play it for my gigs." he shrugged, and you eyed your amazing bandmates curiously. "are you all plotting something...?"

"absolutely not.."

"you're crazy!"

"we just want to play a good song to end the night."

despite their obviously suspicious responses, you shrugged it off. it was a pretty catchy song anyway, and who knows — maybe you'll get to let out those unsaid feelings for kenji through singing.. hoping he'd hear, even if it felt crazy to even imagine that he'll hear, or reciprocate.

the stadium had slowly filled up with people, and in only an hour there were now hundreds of people waiting for your band to show up on stage, — and you still didn't feel any less nervous even after four other shows prior to this. your manager noticed your nerves, and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "you'll kill it, (name)." she tells you, giving a big smile. "just perform the last song and you'll be able to head home, yeah?" and that helped you feel a little better.. only a few songs, and perform the cover song, and you will be able to rest again. yeah.. not so bad! you can do this. you will do this.

taking a deep breath — you're the first one to enter the spotlight; people cheered your name, and you relished in the feeling. god, you wouldn't trade performing for the world. as you introduced the rest of your bandmates, who received an equal amount of uproar and applause, you spoke into the mic. "thank you, everyone! we're excited to perform here tonight, — and we've got a special surprise for you at the end, so make sure to stick around for that!" you smiled, the crowd going insane with cheers. all your problems seemed to melt away when you were on stage and infront of an audience.

as you performed the last original song of your band, the applause seemed to only get louder after each ending. you had sat down on the stage, dangling your feet on the edge as you tried to get a little interactive with the audience. "tonight, we're going to be performing a.. cover song! a little unusual, but the band seemed insistent on it — and who am i to deny my family?" you stood up, laughing as the crowd began to once again lose their absolute minds as the instrumental of 'still into you' began.

"you know your cue?" kenji couldn't even focus as he hid backstage, his eyes didn't leave you the moment you went out there and started singing. my god, you were as breath—taking as he remembered, and he put no effort into hiding how he felt as your manager rolled your eyes. "wait till the last few lines, loverboy. don't disappoint."

"some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and i!"

okay, maybe you needed this. these lyrics almost resonated with you personally, — with the feelings you've held back for years. you sang for someone who will never get to hear these words from you, and you sang with your entire heart, hoping that by some chance — maybe he'd know. (which he definitely did)

"and even after all this time—"

you needed a breather, and thank goodness the crowd started singing the next bit for you. as you were focused on breathing, your bandmates looked at each other, and to kenji hiding backstage. signaling it was almost his time. taking one deep breath, you continued, your smile much brighter and determined as you kept a firm grip on the mic.

"let em wonder how we got this far, cause i don't really need to wonder at all!" kenji felt a quick shove behind him, immediately rushing him to get on that stage behind you. he had a hoodie up and his head down so to the audience members who were far away — they didn't get a good look at the random hooded man on stage. but to the vip members? they were desperately trying to get a closer look, trying to make sense of who exactly the mysterious figure was. "yeah, after all this time—"

"i'm still into you,"

he'll start by lifting his head up as he walked towards you, and almost immediately, gasps erupt from the vip audience, making you a little confused. if only you saw the wide grinned kenji behind you, he looked like he was looking at an angel, and admittedly? you were one to him.

"i'm still into you,"

next to go was his hoodie, and that confirmed to everyone attending that night who exactly was on that stage with you. now the cheers were getting louder, a few audience members were even pointing behind you; did the visuals mess up? a few people seemed to notice your confusion, so the fans began to yell 'turn around!', so this had to be a visual issue. turning around, your heart drops.

"i'm still—" the sight of his smile, in person, after so long.. you felt your heart genuinely skip a beat as thousands of bottled up feelings suddenly came over you. and all you could do was clutch your microphone, needing to focus the song — with that being the very thin rope holding you back from erupting into tears.

"sweetheart." he calls for you, god, that nickname had you weak.

"—into you."

#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #ken sato #kenji sato #ultraman rising #ken sato x reader #kenji sato x reader #ultraman rising x reader #kenji sato x you #ken sato x you

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okay since u asked for some nasty shit here’s smth i can’t get off my mind. idk how to decsribe it but i imagine patrick or art would have no problem sharing a girlfriend with each other. like cuckolding but just for the fun of it. i’m going crazy thinking of the things patrick would be saying while watching his gf and art fucking in front of him

YESSS!!!!!!! patrick watching art fuck you and not shutting tf up😵‍💫

all three of you are on the bed, you and art actually fucking and patrick is just watching, stroking his cock. and he's telling art what to do- but it's just for his own pleasure, 'cause patrick is fucking selfish.

"fuck- that's it- wait, take your dick out" patrick instructed his friend, and he listened and pulled out of you. "dip your fingers in her and show me how wet she is. wanna see 'em glisten"

and art did as he was told- both boys somehow ignoring the fact that you were actually in the room with them. art and patrick were gushing about your arousal coating art's fingers and you just stood there, bucking your hips into nothing.

"please guys- stop doing that, just fuck me. fuck me, art, please" you pleaded, but art just shushed you.

"just wait a little bit, sweetheart-" patrick cooed as he lovingly squeezed your thigh, still not touching you where you needed. "lemme clean them up" patrick continued, this time speaking to art, as he took his fingers into his mouth, tasting your pussy indirectly. "fuck, she tastes so good art- you gotta try it"

and art now took his fingers out of patrick's mouth, putting them into his- but patrick slapped his hand away. "no, art. i meant eat her out."

and art obliged, of course he did. he loved you and he loved patrick too- but his feelings towards his best friend were so repressed- the only way he could show his love to him without feeling guilty was through you. doing whatever patrick tells him to do to you.

and so there he was, head between your thighs, tongue lapping at your folds.

"fuuuuuck" patrick groaned, circling his wet tip with his thumb. "rub her clit, art. we want our girl to feel really good, don't we?" he asked, and art hummed at that, sending vibrations through your pussy. your thighs squeezed around his head.

"nuh uh, open up-" patrick said as tapped your thigh, and you spread your legs again. "atta girl" he praised you, and with that you were cumming.

you soon started pushing art's mouth away from you, getting overstimulated- but patrick didn't give a shit about that. "art, slap your dick on her pussy. wanna hear those sweet little whimpers of hers" and so art did what he was told, rubbing his tip at your entrance and slapping his dick onto your pussy, all while you were a whimpering mess.

"soo cute, baby. you sound adorable. keep those coming, i'm almost there" patrick praised you again, stroking his dick faster and faster until he finally came, his cum landing on him, and both you and art.

"man, be so fucking serious, you could've at least waited for me" art groaned, pointing to his dick which was still really fucking hard.

"don't worry, you can fuck her throat. she loves that shit. i'll show you how" patrick said, tapping your cheek as you got up on your knees.

"thaaat's it. good girl. now open wide-" he continued, holding your hair up in a ponytail as art's dick was resting on your cheek. "stick out your tongue, let him rub his tip on it-" and patrick took art's dick in his other hand, rubbing it on your tongue.

you were like two cute little dolls for him. there for him to play with you however he pleases.

#challengers #patrick zweig #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #art donaldson x patrick zweig x reader #challengers throuple #challengers smut #artick smut #art donaldson x patrick zweig #artick #artick x reader

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GHOSTFACE MATT

What’s Wrong?

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N has never really cared if she was alone or not, but with a recent scare she preferred to be with Matt. However what happens when he doesn’t show up when he’s supposed to, and doesn’t answer his texts?💬

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, fingering, ermmm mirror kink???, choking (not really though), glove kink?? Idk ENJOY THOUGH??? Love yall fr fr 😼

Song for imagine: Butterflies- Isabel LaRosa

Scared

Adjective

Fearful; frightened

Having the house to myself was nice, but not having any friends did not make it fun. Whenever my parents left town Matt and his brothers would stay with me.

I was never one to be afraid of loneliness, but last week I walked out onto my porch to throw trash away, and was greeted by a bear 10 feet away from me. Let’s just say being alone now has frightened me a bit.

Matt found it funny, but I know damn well if he was in the position of becoming a bear's dinner he’d be scared shitless too. Ignoring his lack of pity I just begged him to constantly stay the night.

Having a 22 year old daughter living at home meant my parents took month long vacations. And I could not go another three weeks without Matt by my side.

Matt left early this morning for a busy day full of meetings and shooting content. I had spent most of the day cleaning like a mad man. So as I stood in the kitchen running my hands through my freshly blown out hair I thought of him. Deciding to give him a call

“Hey babe” He said cheerfully picking up the phone

“Hi baby, I thought you’d be home by now” I said looking over at the clock, reading 10:45pm

“Yeah I’m sorry we got caught up in filming. I’m cleaning up the apartment now and I’ll be over in like 15 minutes” he said shuffling around

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. I love you and drive safe” I said smiling into the phone call

“I will and I love you too baby” he replied before hanging up the phone

Deciding I wanted to watch a movie and eat some snacks I decided on just that. Placing a popcorn bag in the microwave I walked over to the TV and put it on. Scrolling to Max I decided to put on 500 Days of Summer.

Before walking back to the kitchen I walked over to the sliding doors and double checked that it was locked. Sliding the curtains shut. Slightly jumping as the microwave beeped

I chuckled to myself before grabbing the popcorn and a cherry coke. Plopping down on the couch I began to eat my snack as I watched the movie.

Only then when I paused the movie, seeing the time stamp at 30 minutes I began to worry. Matt should’ve been here like 15 minutes ago.

Shrugging my shoulders I decided to text him

Hey baby, hope you’re doing okay? Text me back, you have me worried:(

Receiving nothing back I thought it was strange, but nothing extremely out of the ordinary. Placing my garbage in the can I walked to the sink to wash my cup.

Dumping the ice in the sink I jumped as I swore I heard a thump. Quickly shutting the water off I perked my ears up to listen closely.

But to no avail, so I shook my head and finished washing the cup. As I placed it on the drying rack I heard a thump again.

Freezing I didn’t know what to do. Either there’s a killer outside or a bear and honestly I wasn’t planning on finding that answer out.

Taking a deep breath I walked over to the living room where I left my phone and looked down seeing that Matt still hadn’t answered my message

Getting really worried I went to text him again when I heard the thump against the patio door again.

Clutching my phone close to me I swung the curtains open and flickered the outside light on. Staring outside with shaky hands and a shaky breath I saw nothing. Not even a brush of wind

Letting out a breath and shutting my eyes I turned the outside light off. Standing there staring into the darkness I almost felt silly for being so worked up over nothing.

Suddenly a dark shadow appears in front of the glass door, their hand slams against the glass as their face comes closer. Covered in a ghostface mask.

Not being able to move all I could do was scream bloody murder. The scream startled the person and they scurried to pull their mask off

Revealing Matt with his hands up and yelling through the glass

“It’s just me baby, it’s just me I’m so sorry” He said laughing

Unlocking the sliding the door I swung it open, as Matt was walking in I started to smack him in the chest and arms

“What’s the matter Y/N? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost?” He said laughing as he held the mask above his head while looking down at me

“Why would you fucking do that I thought I was going to die” I said upset and annoyed

“Baby I thought you would’ve figured it was me, I’m so sorry I never meant to scare you like that” he said, sliding the mask off completely and chucking it on the couch.

“Not cool asshole” I said rolling my eyes at him and throwing myself down on the couch

Strolling over to me he sunk onto the couch too,

“I’m sorry baby” he replied kissing my shoulder

“It’s okay, I swore it was that damn bear coming back for my ass” I replied laughing a bit

Running his hand up my leg not realizing his hands were still clad in those leather gloves. My body stiffening a bit as I got a bit intrigued

“I’m really sorry my love, it’s just we bought the costume for a video and I thought I could pull a prank on you, but it was mean” he said giving me a kiss

“You owe me” I replied laughing

Raising his brow I knew he got a filthy idea in his head.

“I know of a few ways” he replied slyly

“Oh yeah?” I replied raising my own eyebrows

Leaning over to kiss me I dodged his kiss and got up, running towards the stairs.

“Hey where do you think you’re going” he replied hot on my tail

“Away from youuu” I replied giggling as I turned swiftly to run up the stairs

Grabbing my ankle before I could get halfway up the stairs I fell to my knees.

“Naughty girl” he replied closing his hand up my leg and gripping my ass

“Please don’t kill me Mr. ghostface I wanna be in the sequel” I replied in a half moan

“I don’t know that you will be” he said lowly

Turning me over to face him he looked down at me as my breathing began to quicken.

Leaning forward we smashed our lips together, one of his arms holding onto the railing as he slowly grinded into me. Moaning against him I allowed my back to arch up a bit.

Sliding his mouth down to my jawline and then to my neck.

“You’re not scared of me are ya?” He replied ghosting his lips over my ear

“No, how could I be” I replied shivering

Smirking at me he stepped over me and began to pull me by my arm. Basically dragging me up the steps. Following him like a lost dog. Basically foaming at the mouth for him

Sitting on the bed he spread his legs and slammed me down in between him. Right in front of our mirror.

“I want you to watch yourself, watch how you tremble for me” he replied breathing heavily

I was so turned on right now I was in complete bliss. My body involuntarily squirming around at his words. Pulling my shirt off of me my breast fell. His eyes never leaving the mirror

“Look how beautiful you are and all for me” he replied as he slowly kneaded my breasts

“Fuck Matt” I moaned bucking my hips

“It’s okay” he whispered in a chuckle

The leather gloves sent chills down my spine.

As he played with my nipples I threw my head back, connecting our lips. Rolling my hips as our makeout became more messy. A string of saliva connecting us once he pulled away

Kissing my jawline down to my neck. Gently kissing me as his hands kneaded my breasts.

“Please Matt I need more” I replied moaning as I stared at his side profile

“You don’t need it, you want it” he replied as he looked at me through the mirror

“Please Matt” I whined

“I like the way you sound when you beg” he replied lowly

Spreading my legs open with his own he held me up by my abdomen with his left arm and slowly slid his right arm up

“Open” he said as his leather clad hand slid up to my mouth, obeying I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around the squeaky material

Sliding his fingers out he slid them down my body causing me to shiver, and ultimately landed at my waistband of my pajama shorts

“Please Matt please” I said whining now and gripping the bed sheets

Dipping his hand into my waistband he grazed his fingers back and forth before sinking his hand into my underwear.

Immediately the sound of my wet cunt filling up the quiet room.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet all for me” he said in a whisper

Rubbing his middle and ring finger up and down, my head fell back as my mouth stood open. Curling my toes as he agonizingly slid his fingers up and down

My chest heaving rapidly as I couldn’t form a sentence. Suddenly he sank two fingers into me. My back arching as I moaned loudly

“OH MY GODDDDDD” I moaned out as my eyes screwed shut

The sound of my arousal getting louder as I begged him.

His left hand sliding up around my neck, not to choke me but to hold me. Turning my head to kiss him, our lips interlocked as his fingers moved faster

His thumb rubbing my clit as his finger moved rapidly

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned as my jaw fell slack

“Taking me so well pretty girl” he said as his lips laid against the side of my head

Sliding my shorts down he spread my legs even wider as he began to finger me rapidly again.

Looking at us through the mirror I stood there dumbly. My mouth hung open as low moans escaped my lips. Clenching down on him every couple of seconds as I reached closer to my orgasm.

Slamming his fingers in me as his left hand came down to rub my clit

“MATTTTT PLEASEEE” I moaned loudly as I felt myself getting closer

“Come on baby, give it to me” he replied as his breathing became shallow

“Im gonna cum” I replied as my brows furrowed and my mouth fell open

Curling his fingers more and rubbing faster, I felt my body shivering. Locking eyes with him in the mirror as my mouth fell open again.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum” I moaned out in shallow breaths

“Come on pretty girl” he replied as his breathing quickened

Clenching down on his fingers I hunched forward as I began to cum on his fingers. My body was shaking as I held eye contact with him.

Moaning his name repeatedly like a mantra. My mind clouded as I saw sparks. This was one of the best orgasms I have ever had.

Helping me ride out my high Matt planted a kiss on my lips as I started to calm down.

Leaning back I slid off of him and laid face down on him.

“Please dress up as ghostface more often” I replied to him as I was catching my breath

“Ahh so the prank does pay off” he said laughing

“If it ends in that everytime then yes” I said back

“I really am sorry for scaring you though” he said kissing my head

“Don’t even worry about that, let’s head to the shower” I replied getting off the bed

“Round 2?” He asked

“I have to repay my baby don’t I” I said winking at him

Smirking at that he jumped up and followed me to the bathroom.

Let's just say I hope he pretends to be ghostface more often…..

The End

I hated this like a lot actually LOLLL, thank yall for sticking around though🥺🖤. Thank you to the 2,442 followers yall are amazing. I was reminiscing about my 150 followers 7 months ago. You are all so amazing. I’m so glad to be back😼🫶🏽

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“I want Keira” you whined for the umpteenth time in 10 minutes

“You told me you wanna play Uno 12 minutes ago” Tooney said confused and annoyed

“But you’re no challenge… you always lose… even Rach is a bigger challenge and she doesn’t even know the rules” you shot back

“It’s not me fault that you always shuffle the cards wrong!!” Ella exclaimed

“YOU shuffle the cards Muppet” you launched yourself at your friend

“Yeah well you have some kind of weird exorcist power so I automatically give you the good cards” Tooney huffed at the impact of your small frame

“I want Keira” you whined again trying to get your point across

“I GOT it the first 500 times… let me call her” Ella rolled her eyes fishing her phone off the bedside table

“She’s not answering… you know her room number?” Tooney asked a minute later

“308” you immediately answered already jumping up grabbing your crutches

“Wait…” Ella jumped up as well not even bothering putting on shoes as you were already out the door “… Lucy will kill me if there’s a hair out of place on you”

Both of you got down the corridor when Tooney heard it – an unmistakable moaned “Fuck”

“Uh… y/n… I think… I… let’s go play some darts eh… come on… this way” Ella said white as a wall pulling you a little trying to get you into the other direction

“I don’t wanna play darts… wanna sleep with Keira” you whined again totally oblivious to what’s happening

“Lucy does that already” Tooney mumbled under her breath before she spoke to you “… then… pool? I know you love swimming… Keira always says you’re a little Dolphin… come on… it’ll do your knee some good”

And she heard it again… a moan…

“Or hey… let’s go… Subways… my treat… whatever you wanna eat… I’ll pay” Tooney tried to get you as far away from the adult stuff that’s obviously happening in room 308

“What’s going on here? Why are you two standing in the corridor at 10PM discussing Subways” Tooney and you visibly flinched at Ellen Whites voice behind you

“Hi Aunt E…” you said carefully but your voice showing guilt

“Don’t “Hi Aunt E” me… answers… now” Ellen said crossing her arm

“I’m tired and want to sleep at Keiras but Tooney won’t let me” you pouted throwing your friend right under the bus

“For heavens sakes… I know you’re new but when the little Bronze wants her second mother you deliver her and go your merry way” Ellen rolled her eyes motioning for you to hobble on

“It’s… not that.. “ Tooney tries to explain without explaining

“Then why are we having this discussion at…” Ellen quickly checked her watch “… 10.09 at night in the middle of a corridor?”

“Keira is…” Ella tried to find the right word “… occupied”

“Occupied?” the Lioness captain looked at her confused

“Occupied” Tooney said looking Ellen straight in the eye trying to communicate non-verbal

“Oh… OH” Ellen finally caught on a dirty smirk appearing on her face “… go on… deliver your disabled package to its rightful owner”

“Please don’t make me… I’ll carry your bags for the rest of camp AND clean up after training” Ella whined pitifully

“Oh no… I wanna witness that… on second thought… BB wait!!!” Ellen called after you

“Oh thank God” Tooney sighed out relieved when she saw Ellen pulling out her phone

“Oy Jill… wanna come on 3rd floor and witness something hilarious?” Ellen spoke into the phone “… yep… we’re gonna wait”

“You… you… no… please” Ella whined

“Oh can’t let Jill miss that” Ellen smirked and right on clue Jill Scott came sprinting out of the Stairway

“I’m here… I’m here… what am I about to witness???” the older woman asked panting

“Dear Tooney here has to deliver your smooch to her second mother… who’s with her first mother.. they’re having adult time” Ellen broke it down to her teammate which made Jill burst out laughing

“Go on Rookie… own your place on the team… interrupt Lucys fun time” Jill pushed Ella forward who had a painful look on her face

“What took you so long?” you grumbled at Tooney when she finally made it over to you

“Just some… organizing stuff with the captain” Tooney mumbled back and as she was about to knock she heard a squeal which made her turn to Ellen and Jill with a horrified look “I’m not doing it”

“You don’t have to… Lucy is doing it already” Jill howled in laughter

“Okay Toons… you can do it… you won’t be the laughing stock of the team” Ella mumbled to herself before she quickly knocked three times

There was some swearing and shuffling behind the door before Lucy ripped the door open

“WHAT?!” the defender asked obviously pissed off

“She… ehrm… she… your sister…” Ella stammered her eyes trained on the floor her head hung low like a kicked puppy

“What?” Lucy asked her voice still harsh

“She ehrm… she wanted to… yeah… oh my god” Tooney started again lifting her head again spotting the bulge in the grey sweatpants which caused Ellen and Jill breaking down laughing

“Tooney” your sister snapped her fingers in front of her young teammates face “What. Is. It???”

“ShewantstosleepatKeirasandyoursanditriedtogethertosomewhereelsebutshedidn'twantto” Ella quickly rambled looking at the wall besides Lucys head while she could hear a defeated groan from inside

“Come here Bitsy” Keira called out

“Keira” you happily exclaimed crutching past your sister

“You understood what she said??” Lucy looked at her girlfriend confused

“I did…” Tooney heard Keira say and then some more shuffling “… Bitsy your knee”

“Thanks for delivering her…” your sister grumbled pinching the bridge of her nose when she saw how you flopped down next to a (very) naked Keira who was covered by a thin blanket

“No problem” Tooney says quickly turning around speed walking down the corridor past Ellen and Jill who where laying on the ground crying in laughter

“OH TOONEY!! ICE CREAM NORMALLY DOES THE TRICK!!” Lucy yelled after the young player

“Ice cream???!!” you perked up next to Keira and Lucy groaned defeated

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nykuna · 3 days

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REFLECTIONS

pairing : gojo satoru x fem reader

cw : angst, hurt and comfort, breakup

synopsis : After dumping you by message about a week ago, you received a surprising message from Satoru telling you to come to his house in the middle of the night. He wants to talk.

jjk alternate universe : no jujutsu sorcerers, everyone is human

disclaimer : This is a spinoff from my fanfiction : the irony of fate (sukuna x reader).

Satoru sighed and leaned back on his bed, waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He had texted you, saying there was something important he needed to talk about...and that it couldn’t wait till morning.

“Damn…hope she comes soon…”

Lying in bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling. He hadn't received a reply from you, and he'd been waiting for you for a few hours now. He presses his hand to his forehead, wondering why he thought you'd come. Deep down, everyone around him eventually tires of him when he shows himself to be vulnerable, he felt foolish for having thought it would be different this time.

He needed to get some fresh air; he'd never allowed himself to be carried away by his emotions since he was a child, however hard they were to bear.

He headed for the bathroom, determined to go out for a drive and try as best he could to take his mind off things. He let himself be submerged in the almost boiling water, as if he wanted to drown all thoughts that were detracting from his fun-loving image.

But tonight, it was just too much to bear. What he felt for you was truly powerful and unknown to him, and he blamed himself for ruining it for his stupid responsibilities. A tear escaped his eyes, mingling with the scalding water of the shower, fortunately no one saw him like this.

Lost in thought, he was startled by the sound of a notification on his phone as he stepped out of the shower in a hurry, hoping to see your name on the screen.

Instead, it was Sukuna's. Damn.

[kuna] : They’re here.

Oh, what an emotional elevator. Without wasting a single second, he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, still soaking wet, and rushed downstairs.

From the top of the stairs, he couldn't help but crack a smile, seeing you there on the doorstep, lit only by the pale light of the moon. You looked magnificent, he thought.

Doing his best to maintain his self-assured facade, he joined you and your friend in the living room.

"You could at least have put on a tshirt, don't you think?" Her friend says with a disgusted laugh, you says nothing.

"I wanted to impress y/n but obviously I failed...I'm glad you guys came!" He said cheerfully.

"Why did you want us to come anyway?" You ask, trying to be indifferent but it's no easy task facing Satoru.

"Well, I wanted to talk, I really want to clear things up y/n." He said, sounding much more serious.

"So...What am I doing here?" Her friend asks, a little embarrassed.

"I told Sukuna I was inviting y/n, and he told me to invite you to hang out." Satoru replies simply.

"That's not weird at all..." You says mockingly.

"And how are we supposed to hang out if he...isn't here?" She asks, confused.

"Don't worry, he's changing. Y/n, shall we go upstairs?" Satoru asks, holding out his hand to you.

Your eyes widen slightly and your cheeks turn a light shade of red as you watches Satoru approach you, wearing nothing but a towel. You swallow yet again and looks down at his hand for a moment before taking it and allowing him to lead you upstairs.

You settle on his bed, while he quickly went to the bathroom to put on a simple white teeshirt and the most basic gray jogging pants. His hair was streaming down his forehead, but he couldn't care less, he had no time to lose.

As you settled comfortably onto his bed, you couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable with the entire situation. Why had he brought you here in the middle of the night?

You waited for him to return and your eyes widened once again when he emerged from the bathroom with his hair damp and hanging in front of his eyes. Seeing him dressed so casually, you couldn't help but find him extremely attractive.

"Why did you want to see me?" You ask, doing your best to hide the red that was rising to your cheeks.

He walks over and sits down next to you, a serious expression on his face. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it out of his face as he spoke.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about." He said, staring at the floor, avoiding your gaze.

"Does it have anything to do with how you dumped me like shit and then acted like nothing happened at your party?" You asked, your tone snarling. You felt tears welling up in your eyes just thinking about it, but you couldn't cry just yet.

Satoru froze, his eyes widening slightly as he heard the harshness in your tone. He knew that you would be mad at him, but he didn’t know you would be THIS mad. He knew he deserved it though.

"Yeah...it does."

He said quietly, finally looking up at you and meeting your gaze. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he saw the sadness in your eyes.

"I...I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t really had a choice."

"And why is that? I'm sure you could have done it differently, couldn't you?" You raise your voice, surely carried away by frustration.

Satoru gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, feeling a sense of shame and guilt wash over him. You were right, he could have done it differently. He could have been kinder.

"I know, okay? I know I could have done it differently. But...but I didn't..."

He said, his voice quiet. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"Look, you have to understand that my life isn't normal. I have obligations and responsibilities that you can't understand."

"Oh that's right I can't understand shit, maybe if one day you explained it to me I could understand." You hissed. "If you have so much responsibility, why did you let me fall for you...it's just…really cruel."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. He hated seeing you like this.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to fall for you, to lead you on when I know I can’t give you what you need? It was never supposed to go this far. But I couldn’t help it. You were just so...perfect."

He said, looking at you with a hint of pain in his eyes. He felt like he had hurt you way too much, and it killed him inside.

You didn't say anything for a while, you hadn't seen it that way, but it didn't matter. You'd fallen in love, and now you were being thrown out like an old sock.

Satoru sat quietly, watching you as you processed what he had said. He could see the pain and hurt in your eyes, and it made his chest ache. He felt like he had been such an idiot.

"Look, the reason I brought you here tonight is...well, I just..."

He trailed off, unsure of how to continue. He wanted to tell you how he had been feeling these past few days, how he had missed you like crazy. But he didn’t know how to say it without hurting you further.

"Hmm?" You said in a low voice, your eyes riveted to the ground.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage to speak.

"I've been thinking...about everything. About us. About how I ended things."

He paused, staring intently at you. He wanted you to look at him, to see the sincerity in his eyes.

"And...I miss you. I miss you so damn much. Spending time with you, talking with you, kissing you..."

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

Your eyes finally met his, and you lost yourself in his magnificent bluish irises, but you knew that deep down, you were doomed.

"But..." you huffed, anticipating what was coming next.

Satoru saw the hurt and uncertainty in your eyes, and his heart ached. He hated what he was about to say, but he knew he had to be honest with you. There was no other way.

"But I can't give you what you need. I can't give you normalcy. I can't give you stability. My life...my job...they won't allow it." He said, his voice quiet and filled with regret.

"For fuck’s sake do you think I'm a fucking child to need so much stability? I'm tougher than I look, and a couple of boxing matches aren't going to intimidate me." You scream, letting tears overwhelm you.

His eyes widen as he sees your tears, and his heart breaks for hurting you so much.

"I know you can handle yourself. I know you're stronger than you look, and that's what I...I like about you. But it's not just about that, it's..."

He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. He wanted to tell you the truth, everything about him that he kept hidden, but he was scared of your reaction.

"Just get to the damn point." You snapped at him.

He winced at your tone, but he knew he deserved it. He took a deep breath and gathered all his courage before speaking up.

"Y/n...there's just so much you don't know about me. About my life. And it's something I can never tell you. It's a secret that could endanger you and everything I care about."

He paused, gauging your reaction.

"You know, maybe if you put your trust in someone someday, it might really make you feel better." you sigh as you stand up. "I really wish you could have confided in me, but too bad, I must have gotten the wrong idea." You say as you head for the door.

Satoru's heart sinks as he watches you stand up and head out. He reaches out to grab your wrist, gripping it gently.

"Y/n, wait..." He was desperate, he couldn't let you leave like this.

"What now?!" You exclaim as you turns back to him, trying to free yourself from his grip.

He doesn't let go of your wrist, instead pulling you back towards him so you’re standing directly in front of him.

"Please...don't go. Just...stay here with me, okay? Just for tonight..." He pleaded, his expression filled with a mix of desperation and vulnerability.

As if waking from a bad dream, you took a moment to observe Satoru, it was the first time you'd seen him so vulnerable, and you couldn't help but feel genuinely worried.

Satoru’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the concern in your eyes. He had never shown this side of himself to anyone before, and seeing you worry for him made his chest ache.

"I'll stay. I'll stay with you tonight." You say quietly, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and nervousness.

Satoru felt a weight lift off his shoulders as you agreed to stay. He took a step closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke again.

"Thank you y/n, sincerely."

He gently guided you back to the edge of the bed, sitting down next to you but keeping a slight distance between the both of you.

"I wish everything could have been different." You said as you collapsed into bed, your gaze blank.

His heart ached as he watched you, seeing the sadness and exhaustion etched on your face. He longed to pull you into his arms and comfort you, but he knew he had no right to do so anymore.

"I wish it could have been different too." He said softly, his own expression mirroring your own sadness.

"Can you take me in your arms one last time? Because even though I'd prefer it to be different, I would never ask you to change." You say simply, planting your gaze in Satoru's.

His breath hitched in his throat as you asked him to hold you. His heart wanted to say yes, to pull you into his arms and hold you close, but his mind screamed at him to push you away.

But looking into your eyes, seeing the sadness and vulnerability in them, he knew he couldn't deny your request.

"Are you sure? I...I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"The damage has already been done, what we had is precious to me, I don't want it to end in tears and screams." You whisper.

His chest tightens with guilt as he hears your words. He knows he has hurt you, and there is no denying that fact.

He hesitates for a moment, his mind and heart at war with each other, before finally giving in to his heart.

"Come here." He said softly, holding out his arms to you.

You snuggle into his arms. And your eyes seek out Satoru's piercing blue gaze.

Satoru's arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close to him. He feels a sense of comfort and warmth wash over him as you nuzzle into his chest, and it takes all his self-control not to bury his face in your hair and hold you even tighter.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours. He wonders if this is the last time he'll ever have you in his arms like this, and the thought makes him feel suddenly and unexpectedly vulnerable.

You were too close to the stars, he never knew somebody like you, somebody falling just as hard.

If you enjoyed this one-shot or want more context, here's the link to the full fanfiction!

With love, Nyc <3

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marvel-ous-m · 3 days

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✨ The Planets and the Fates (and All the Stars) Aligned ✨

WC: 4264 | Rating: T | Tags: Platonic Stobin, Famous!Eddie Munson/Guidance Counselor!Steve Harrington, Meet-Cute, Platonic HellCheer, Buckingham Mentioned | AO3 Link

Happiest of birthdays to the one and only @hairstevington !! You are such an inspiration and I'm truly honored to call you a friend. I hope that today is all you want it to be and more. Getting to know you through STWG has been one of the highlights of my year, and I will always have Sharkboy and Lavagirl to thank for that. <3 Taylor Lautner and his impact are frankly unmatched.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this very silly little platonic Stobin adventure, featuring Steddie and Buckingham Meet-Cutes

“Robin, do you seriously think that it’s a good idea to empty out our savings accounts so that we can fly across the country for a film screening?” Steve took a bite of his cereal and raised his eyebrows at her. They were seated on opposite sides of their thrifted dining room table, Steve eating cereal as a late-night dinner while Robin sat with him, splitting her time between scrolling TikTok on her phone and teaching herself how to cross stitch. It was her latest hyperfixation craft, and based on how long her craft kicks usually lasted, she’d be retiring this one in a week or so.

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“I just got an advertisement for the Seattle International Film Festival, and the ad specifically showed me a clip of our movie, Steve!”

Steve hummed, taking another bite of his cereal. “Don’t you think it’s a little strange to call it ‘our movie’? We were extras, Rob, we were in it for a few seconds, if that.”

Robin let out a huff of annoyance, then turned her phone to face Steve. It was playing the TikTok she had described on loop, depicting a few split-second scenes from the various movies that would be shown at the festival. The scene that had been chosen from ‘their’ movie, Please Turn the Lights Off, was the ‘hotel lobby’ scene. Steve and Robin had portrayed rabid fans alongside a hundred other extras in that scene, screaming about the arrival of up-and-coming rockstar Robert “Bobby” Star to the hotel. They were, however, not visible in the split-second clip that Robin was now shoving in his face.

Apparently, Please Turn the Lights Off was a movie about overconsumption and parasocial relationships. Robin had found out as much a few months ago when the trailer dropped, and she’d gushed about how absolutely outstanding it looked. Steve wanted to see the movie, yeah, but he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea of dropping two paychecks to fly across the country to do that.

“It’ll be fun, Steve! It can be an adventure. How many other times are we going to get the opportunity to say that we attended a movie premiere for a film that we were in?” Robin pleaded with him, her eyes going wide and her lips forming a pout.

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Look, Birdie, I love you, you know that- but no matter what you say, you’re not convincing me.”

“Steve, do you have the hotel information? I have to call the Uber, and for some reason I can’t find the details on my phone.” Robin grumbled out her question as she scrolled through her emails, oblivious to Steve’s struggling with their bags at baggage claim.

Why had he agreed to do this again?

“I forwarded you the email two weeks ago, Robs. We’re booked at the DoubleTree- the one here next to the airport, not the one downtown.”

Robin hummed, then let out a soft, “Aha!” when she found the booking. “Thanks, Stevie.”

Steve gave a half-hearted “You’re welcome” in response, dragging Robin’s luggage over to where she was standing.

“Okay, I booked the Uber, I think we need to go… upstairs? No, downstairs. Yeah, we need to go downstairs and across the street in the next two minutes.” Robin shot Steve a blinding smile, then began to walk in the direction of the rideshare pickup, leaving Steve to handle the bags.

The things he did for Robin Buckley.

Finding the Uber wasn’t too difficult when all was said and done. Thankfully, the driver had been willing to wait for an extra few minutes while Steve and Robin navigated the twists and turns of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The drive to their hotel ended up being pretty short, too.

Once they got checked in, dragged the luggage upstairs, and arrived at their room, Steve was ready to fall over. Robin, however, seemed like she was ready to do the exact opposite.

“We should go downtown! Grab some drinks, explore the city- I heard that you can actually go up in the space needle. Isn’t that, like crazy? Oh, and it rotates!”

Steve dropped their bags by the bed, let out an exhausted groan, then fell onto the bed face-first. His response to Robin was muffled by the pillow he had fallen onto. “I am not going anywhere until it’s time for us to leave for the screening event tomorrow. I’m so tired.”

Robin huffed and flopped onto the mattress next to him, poking his arm. “Come on. It wasn’t that bad! We just had to leave our apartment at, like, 4:30am? That’s only two hours earlier than you usually wake up, I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it.”

Steve sighed, rolling over onto his back. He gave Robin an unimpressed look. “If you’re still awake in an hour, even after I’ve turned off all the lights and put on Lo-fi, we can explore downtown.”

Robin grinned. “Deal.”

Low and behold, she fell asleep before Steve did.

Yeah, he kinda knew that would happen.

“I should have gone with the other outfit, right? This top doesn’t go with the pants. Do you think the top goes with the pants? Steve, I can’t go to our cinematic debut in an outfit that clashes.” Robin groaned, tugging at the sleeve of her button-up shirt as they walked into the venue.

Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulders and shot Robin a reassuring smile. “You look great, Robs. You’re overthinking it because you’re nervous, the outfit doesn’t clash at all.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?” Robin frowned down at her clothes- a green button up shirt tucked into black slacks with a gray suit vest over top of it. “It’s not, like… too dull?”

“Nah, it’s nice! You look great. It’s a good shade of green, it really compliments your eyes.” Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket as he spoke. They were approaching the ticket reader, and he wanted to have it ready for the scanner.

Robin brushed her hands down her shirt to try and flatten out a few wrinkles, then let out a resigned sigh. “Alright. Thanks, dingus. For what it’s worth, your outfit is perfect.”

The person staffing the ticket counter scanned the two digital tickets on Steve’s phone, then waved them through. Steve kept his phone out as he navigated to their seats in the theater. “Really? I sorta felt like the pink shirt was a bold choice, but I had to pay homage to the pink streak in my hair from when we were filming this. Plus, y’know, pink and black- classic color combo.”

“May the pink streak of hair and the bet that she represents always live on in infamy.” Robin replied, dramatically lamenting the loss of the pink and the return of his natural hair color.

“I’m still in shock that somehow you knew Tommy Hagan had a crush on me in highschool before I did.” Steve pocketed his phone as they reached their seats, ushering Robin into the already almost-full row they had arrived at. He took the seat on the aisle and glanced around the theater for a moment, eyes widening when he realized how many people were present.

“Yeah, well, I’m still shocked that you never realized how many people were head over heels for you back then. Still, I’m glad it only took three shots for Tommy to make a move, I did not want to see Tommy Hagan more drunk than that, and I really didn’t want to take over laundry duty for a month. Laundry duty sucks.”

Steve gave a distracted hum. “I find it calming.”

“I don’t know how. First you have to sort dirty clothes, which, like, ew. Then you have to use different soaps, and god forbid you mess up the point at which you put the soap in, then you have to wait around…” Steve allowed Robin’s rambling to serve as background noise as he continued to look around the room. Did all of these people work on the film? A few people in the back of the theater looked really excited, which was sort of weird. It’s not like anyone important would be showing up to this thing, right?

The lights in the theater dimmed, and Robin quieted next to him, then slapped a hand against his arm. “Steve! Oh my god, it’s starting!” She hissed out her excitement in a whisper, and Steve couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

His expression turned into an open-mouthed gape when the director walked onto the stage in front of the movie screen, joined by the leads in the movie- Eddie Munson and Tammy Thompson.

“What the fuck?”

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m really surprised that Tammy Thompson’s manager put her in all Gucci for this event, it’s not really her style. Still, you have to admit, it’s a look.” Robin muttered next to him. Steve honestly had no clue what she was even talking about.

Instead, his eyes were glued on Eddie Munson. “You didn’t tell me that the people were gonna be here.” Steve whispered absently, his eyes raking over Eddie’s outfit. Whoever his manager was knew how to style him, that’s for sure. His hair was all curls, styled perfectly to frame his face, and he was dressed in a floral-print black suit. He was wearing a maroon button-up underneath all the black, and the whole look made Steve… well, it made him feel some things.

“People? What people? Oh, shit, do you mean the actors? Steve, Stevie, light of my life, that is common sense, I fear. It’s a movie premiere, the cast is gonna show up. Didn’t you see all the goth-y teens waiting outside? They’re all here to meet Eddie at the meet and greet after.” Robin put her hand on Steve’s knee as she spoke, and Steve swallowed down the sudden bout of anxiety churning in his stomach.

The cast was here. Eddie fucking Munson was here. There was a meet and greet that was going to be happening. This whole movie premiere thing was actually a big deal, and the movie was starting, and Steve was about to see how much he actually made it into said movie. He was about to see his name on the credits at the end of the film and- holy shit, wow. Okay, he could see why Robin actually wanted to attend this thing now.

“..and, well, that’s why I felt motivated to make this movie. Eddie, Tammy, and the rest of the cast and crew really brought life to this story. I hope that you enjoy watching it as much as we enjoyed creating it! Without further ado, here is Please Turn the Lights Off.” The Director finished his welcome then stepped off the stage with Eddie and Tammy, and Steve’s attention shifted from Eddie Munson to the screen that flickered to life.

The movie was good.

Like, really good.

Like, made-Steve-cry-at-the-end, good. That’s a hard thing to accomplish. He didn’t even cry when he watched Coco. It was a close thing, yeah, but still, his point stands. He’s not quick to get emotional at movies.

“Wow. That was wild, that scene at the end with Bobby and his manager really killed me.” Robin began speaking the second the lights came up, loud enough that Steve could still hear her over the thundering applause from the rest of the audience. “I think I spotted us in three different scenes, Steve! How cool is that? They even got our faces at one point, isn’t that awesome?”

“Yeah, that’s- that’s really cool, Robs.” In truth, Steve had mostly forgotten to look for himself in the scenes with extras as he watched the movie. He did spot his face in the one instance where it had been shown, but the other two scenes that he and Robin apparently made it into, the two that she just mentioned? Steve had no idea what she was talking about.

The director got back on stage to say a few words, then encouraged people to line up near the stage if they wanted to do a meet and greet with the cast members. Fans crowded to the front of the room in seconds, while others slowly made their way out of the theater. Steve and Robin stayed in their seats.

“We should line up to do the meet and greet, yeah?” Robin nudged Steve’s arm, a teasing smile on her face. “I can meet Tammy, you can meet Eddie.” Her smile grew wider, and Steve groaned.

“Robin, he’s nice to look at, yeah, but he’s also one of the biggest up-and-coming stars in Hollywood right now. I’ll feel like… I don’t know, like a lovesick fangirl going up to him and saying hi.”

Robin shrugged at that, standing and pulling Steve up with her. “I mean, yeah, but that’s not really a bad thing, y’know? That’s why they’re here, they’re expecting that. Just, I don’t know, tell him that the scene of him having a breakdown in the bathroom made you cry, I’m sure he’ll be honored.”

Steve allowed Robin to pull him along, but gave her a deadpan, “I’m not telling him that,” followed by a glare when she glanced back at him.

“Well, you should tell him something. Looks like we’ll have a lot of time to figure out what that something is, seeing as we’re last in the line of at least a hundred people right now.”

Steve grimaced at the length of the meet and greet line. It was long, yeah, and it looked like it ended with them, seeing as the theater was otherwise empty aside from those already in line ahead of them, hoping to meet the stars of the movie.

It took almost an hour to finally reach the cast. They were lined up along the side of the stage, and each took a few seconds to sign a poster of the film that was included in the price of the ticket while chatting with the fans. Eddie was at the end of the line, next to Tammy.

Given that Steve and Robin were the final audience members in the line, the cast began to disperse as soon as they were done signing their posters and chatting with them. By the time they reached Eddie and Tammy, the rest of the cast had left in the theater, and the theater employees had started to clean up the venue for the next showing that evening.

Robin went straight to Tammy and immediately started gushing about her outfit. Tammy signed the poster and met Robin’s excitement with a pasted-on smile. Steve grimaced at Tammy’s rather obvious insincerity and made his way to Eddie, handing over the poster with silent anxiety.

“Hey!” Eddie greeted him with a smile and looked down to sign the poster, then did a double take, eyes going wide when he saw Steve’s face. “Wait- do I know you?”

“What?” Steve squeaked, eyes going wide. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “No! I mean, not really? I mean, probably not, I just- uh. I was in the movie, for, like, a second. I was an extra. You could see my face in the crowd in the scene where you were playing the outdoor show, and I guess I was in other scenes too, but… uh, I don’t know which ones. I got kind of distracted and forgot to look for myself in the movie.”

“Huh.” Eddie squinted at Steve for a moment, then his eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh yeah! You’re pink hair dude!”

Steve couldn’t help the way his mouth dropped open in shock. “You remember that?”

“Yeah man, of course. You’ve got a hard face to forget.” Eddie winked, and Steve felt his cheeks flush.

“Oh, uh- thanks? I guess?”

“What happened to the pink streak, anyway?” Eddie frowned as he looked at Steve’s hair, presumably searching for the now-absent color.

“My friend Robin and I made a bet, and she had me get it after I lost. I had to dye it back to brown because I started a new job and-” Steve glanced Robin’s way, and was surprised to see her chatting with someone who was decidedly not Tammy. No, now she was talking to a blonde woman in stilettos and a power suit, who seemed charmed by Robin’s rambling.

“-uh, and, anyways, sorry. I didn’t mean to, like, talk your ear off or anything-” Steve was suddenly very aware that Eddie was the only cast member left in the theater, and that he was probably only here because Steve wouldn’t stop talking.

“No need to apologize! I’m having a good time chatting with you- trust me, I wouldn’t stick around if I wasn’t.” Eddie smirked. “So, you had to dye it back for work? What do you do?”

Steve’s anxiety calmed at Eddie’s reassurance, and was practically gone by the time Eddie was asking about his job. “Oh, I’m a guidance counselor at a middle school back in New York. It’s really rewarding to get to help so many kids. Middle school is a tough time, y’know? I just like getting to be there for them, being an adult that they can talk to about all the complicated stuff in their lives.”

Eddie’s eyes grew wide. “New York? You’re from New York? Did you fly all the way out here for this?”

“Uh, yeah? It was my friend Robin’s idea. She’s over there.” Steve pointed to where Robin was standing with the mystery blonde woman, and Eddie’s lips quirked into a knowing smile.

“Huh. Looks like your friend found my friend. That’s my manager, Chris.” Eddie chuckled under his breath. “Knowing her, they’ll probably be talking for a while- which is great, because that means we can chat a little longer. So, let me get this straight. You flew all the way across the country for a movie screening, for a film that you were an extra in, just… for what? The heck of it?”

Steve crossed his arms, growing a bit defensive at Eddie’s tone. “Yeah? I mean, Robin and I, we pick up odd jobs. She’s an art teacher at my school and we really don’t have much to do during the summer months. She’s the one who got us the extra gig when the movie was filming last summer. About a month ago she saw the advertisement for this and was like, ‘when else are we going to get to a movie premiere for a movie we were in’, and I was pretty against it, but eventually she pushed me into it and- look, I know it’s stupid, but-”

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Eddie cut Steve off. “I think it’s really nice, actually. It’s cute.”

“Oh.” Steve swallowed down the rest of his words and tucked his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, like, I did something similar for the first movie I was in. I think I had… one line, maybe two? I got so excited that I took a road trip to see the premiere down in Austin. I slept in my van and showed up probably reeking of weed, but it was a special moment for me. Granted, I planned on getting into showbiz for most of my life. Even though that doesn’t exactly seem like that’s your end goal, something like this can still be pretty special.”

Steve ducked his head to hide the blush that was slowly making its way up to the top of his ears. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Eddie nudged his elbow against Steve’s, then gave him a delighted smile when their eyes met. “So, New York? What area are you in?”

“Hm? Oh, we’re in Albany, but given how much Robin loves traveling to the city, we should really just move out there.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he thought of the countless weekend trips to the city that they had taken.

“Ah, yeah- the city’s fun. I’ve got a place in Greenwich, actually. It’s not home, that’ll always be in Tennessee with my Uncle Wayne, but I’d say it’s the next closest thing.” He brought a hand up to his hair and began to fiddle nervously with one of the strands. “So, is it just you and Robin, then? No other roommates or, um… partners?”

Steve shook his head, oblivious to the intent behind Eddie’s question. “Nope, just us! Robs and I moved out to New York a few years ago, and we’ve seen a few people here and there, but nothing permanent- and, honestly, nothing for a while. Robin would rather go to shows in the city than sit through awkward first dates back home, and I can’t exactly blame her, y’know? First dates suck.” Steve registered the words he said after he said them, and felt himself go red in embarrassment. He really needed to get over his whole ‘oversharing-when-nervous’ thing.

Eddie smirked, amused, and opened his mouth to respond. Before he could, he was interrupted by Chrissy, who made her way over to them with Robin trailing behind her. “Hey guys, not to break this up, but Eds- we’ve really gotta get going. Your flight to LA leaves in two hours.”

Eddie glanced at his watch, then gave Steve an apologetic look. “Shit, yeah, we really need to head out.” He looked down at the poster, still gripped in his other hand, and huffed out a laugh. “Damn, all that talking and I never signed this for you! Here, let me jussst-” Eddie manifested a sharpie from his pocket and scrawled his signature onto the glossy print.

Eddie handed the poster back, his smirk having turned slightly nervous. Steve’s fingers brushed against Eddie’s when he took the poster back, and Steve bit his lip to hide the smitten smile that he knew was starting to creep onto his face.

“I’ll, uh, catch you later.” Eddie muttered with a blush, then stepped away to join Chrissy, who led him toward the back entrance to the theater.

Steve glanced down at the movie poster in his hand as Eddie and Chrissy walked away. His eyes grew wide when he saw what Eddie had scrawled there.

Eddie Munson

Let’s meet up in NY, pretty boy. I’ll make sure the first date doesn’t suck ;)

315-555-2595

Holy shit.

Eddie Munson just gave Steve his personal cell phone number.

Eddie Munson just called him pretty.

Eddie Munson just asked him on a date.

“Oh my god, Steve. Chrissy is, like, the best. She gave me her number! I’m sort of freaking out, I don’t know if I’ll ever meet anyone as beautiful as her ever again.” Robin sidled up next to him, her eyes still glued to the retreating celebrity and his manager.

Steve rolled up the poster and tucked it under his arm for safekeeping. At the same time, he decided to let his shock over getting asked out by Eddie take a backseat. He could tell Robin later, and she could help him figure out what to do next. For now, he’d much rather hear about Robin’s interaction with Eddie’s manager. “Let’s go grab a bite, Robs. You can tell me all about Chris while we’re out.”

Robin grinned and wrapped her arm around Steve’s waist. “Okay! Hey- do you still hate me for making you come all the way out here for the movie screening?” The question was clearly made in jest, and Steve couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him in response.

“Hate you? Nah, I don’t hate you. Maybe ‘despise’ is a better word choice?”

“Steven Marie Harrington, take that back!”

“Loathe? Detest?”

“I’m never speaking to you again.” Robin could barely speak through her laughter as she pushed Steve away.

“Nooo, whatever will I do?” Steve deadpanned his response, and earned himself another shove from Robin.

Steve let out an exaggerated oomph, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders, letting his tone shift into something far more sincere. “Thanks for convincing me to come out here, Robs. It was worth the trip.”

“Yeah? Good. I’m glad you feel that way.” They exited the front entrance of the theater and crossed the street. As far as Steve knew, they didn’t have a destination in mind, but he figured a restaurant would pop up sooner or later. “Anyways, since you’re so grateful, I fully expect to be the officiant at your wedding with Eddie.”

Steve choked on the air he was breathing and doubled over with laughter, which sent Robin into a fit of giggles. She hadn’t even seen what Eddie wrote on his poster, but she always knew what was going on in his head, didn’t she?

“As if, Robin. Even if, in some strange turn of events, I did for some reason marry Eddie Munson, you wouldn’t officiate. Knowing you, you’d be in tears the whole time, and I’d much rather you be my maid of honor in that case so you don’t have to try and talk through your crying. My mind is made, and no matter what you say, you’re not convincing me.”

Three years later, Robin Buckley served as officiant of Steve and Eddie��s wedding- and yeah, she used a lot of tissues, but Steve couldn’t think of anyone better to perform the ceremony than his best friend, the person who helped him meet Eddie in the first place.

Besides, as far as Steve was concerned, Robin Buckley would always get her way.

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spaceratprodigy · 3 days

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Ooh palettes 🥰 Jasper and Faith in either Malabar squirrel or cherry pie?

@darkfire1177 — [ palette prompts ]

✨ The Unplanned Variables ✨

#at the risk of accidentally making you cry again with my word. I gotta say it #I love you jay #I am so grateful every single day that we met and became as close we did #I absolutely adore you to bits #you are one of my bestest friends and I cherish every ounce of you #you always without fail brighten my days you are always so so much fun and I can't think of anyone else I laugh harder with #I have loved every moment of being by your side since last year and I can't image not having ya around #the impact you've made on me can't be put into words #and god I am so fucking proud of you every goddamn day I am proud of you #you're incredible #thank you for being my bestie and one of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my life #now enjoy some silly art of the rat bastard space girlfriends #faith and jasper truthers come and get ur fuckin FOOD #dual captains au #my art #the outer worlds #captain of the unreliable #friend oc #aly stop drawing characters at weird angles/poses that make me second guess everything challenge #if u see any of my typos. no u didn't. I'm totally sober and not crying rn

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scarletnargacuga · 3 days

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Love your series….ever thought about writing a oneshot of Caine and Pomni being nervous on their first date?? Just an idea! 😁

AN: And it's a lovely idea! Two nervous beans coming right up! I'm glad you like my Raceway series, it's fun to write!

ART BY: @waffle-gal

DATE NIGHT

WARNING: gets a teensy bit suggestive at the end out of context

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"Ow!" Pomni cried as Ragatha brushed her hair. "Are you trying to scalp me? Ease up."

"Sorry, I'm just so excited for you! You and Caine, finally on a date. Took you two long enough." Ragatha set the hairbrush down on the vanity and touched up Pomni's makeup.

"We've been out together before, just the two of us." Pomni adjusted the blue evening gloves that matched her ankle length dress. "It's really not that different." She was telling herself that, more than anyone else, to ease her nerves.

"Not that different!?" Gangle nearly dropped the gold necklace she was putting around Pomni's neck. "It's entirely different! You two agreed to a date. This isn't just you two hanging out. You're going to get closer romantically, not just as friends." She clasped the necklace in place and picked out some gold bracelets.

Pomni's stomach did a backflip. "It's just dinner. He doesn't even eat, we'll probably talk the whole time. We already do that. No big deal." She smiled nervously at herself in the mirror and squeezed the red shawl in her lap, trying to remain calm.

Caine floated with his hands on his hips in front of his closet in his dressing room. He stared at the line of tailcoats, all the same bright scarlet. His tie hung loosely around his neck. "Ugh! I don't know what to wear!" He dramatically threw his arms up. "It needs to be perfect! Pomni deserves nothing less! Presentation matters!"

He snapped his fingers and a coat appeared on his body. It looked the same as it always did. "Nope!" He snapped again, it turned green. "Nope!" Again, pink. "Fashionable! But no." Again, yellow. "No." Again, blue. "Definitely not!" Again, black. "Well, now! This is classy!"

He looked himself over in a floor length mirror, spinning his body 360° without moving his head. He snapped and his buttons and tie fastened themselves, and a red cummerbund accented his waist. "Now I just need my accessories!" He took one look around. "Hey! Who's got my hat?"

Bubble floated to him from inside an oversized toy box, wearing his top hat. "Look! I'm the ringmaster! Pomni! Pomni! Pomni!" Bubble danced around in the air mockingly.

Caine rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Gimme that." He snatched his hat from Bubble and adjusted it on top of his head perfectly. He clapped his hands together and his cane telescoped out of his palms, he gave it a twirl for good measure. "How do I look?" He posed for Bubble.

"Like a [%$!#]." Bubble grinned.

Caine didn't know what else he expected. "Well, I can always count on you for an honest opinion." He popped Bubble with the end of his cane and took one more look at himself. "I just hope Pomni likes it."

He had it all planned out. He'd pick her up from her room in the tent, take her to a really nice restaurant he fabricated himself, then a romantic moonlit stroll in the garden terrace. He could do this. Consider it a special adventure. No need to be nervous. Not at all. Nope.

He was grateful he couldn't sweat.

Pomni paced by her door inside her room, holding her shawl around her shoulders like it would protect her from the anxiety tearing through her system. If she could go through the whole night without vomiting, it would be a miracle.

"I really will be alright, Pomni. You don't have anything to worry about. It's obvious to everyone that Caine likes you. You should try to relax and enjoy yourself." Ragatha tried to be reassuring but Pomni was practically vibrating with anxiety.

"But what if I mess it up!?" Pomni blurted out. "What if he realizes just how...how weird I am!?

The girls almost laughed. Ragatha put a hand on Pomni's shoulder to stop her from wearing a hole in the floor. "This is Caine we're talking about. If anything, he'll have to be the one to dial back the weirdness to not scare you away."

"No, no, not weird as in wacky. Weird as in awkward mess of a human being!" Pomni would have continued ranting about herself but the knock at her door silenced her.

"He's here!" Ragatha squealed. She and Gangle made sure Pomni was ready last second and hid behind the door.

Pomni opened it to see Caine in his sleek black suit; hat in hand, cane under his arm. Her eyes went wide as she looked him up and down shamelessly. "Wow.." she cleared her throat. "Hello, Caine. You look great." She smiled and stepped out of her room, leaving the door cracked. The girls inside peeked.

Caine clutched his hat to his chest. His pupils dilated as he took her in, from her red heels to her blue dress to her makeup. He committed every detail to memory. "Pomni... you're somehow more gorgeous than the last time I saw you! How did you do that!? Do you have special powers I don't know about!?"

Pomni knew her cheeks were going to be warm the whole evening, but she didn't think she'd want to dunk her face in cold water so soon. She looked down and picked at her gloves. "No, uh, Ragatha and Gangle helped..."

Caine flew around her, trying to see her at all angles. "However you did it, you look fantastic, my dear! Are you ready for our date?" He put his hat back on and offered her his arm.

Pomni gave a small smile and put her arm in his. "Yeah, let's go." Her stomach fluttered, full of butterflies. Caine being his usual boisterous self actually helped her feel at ease. If he could be confidently weird, maybe she could too.

Caine snapped and they teleported out of the tent. Pomni blinked and she was in a softly lit restaurant. All of the staff and patrons were the typical faceless NPCs, including the full orchestra performing on stage at the end of the grand ballroom sized room.

"Woah..." Pomni looked up and the ceiling was ornately painted. It looked like an A.I. generated oil painting, but it was nice nonetheless. A huge diamond chandelier glowed from the center of the room. A small two-seated table directly under the chandelier was the only one empty.

Caine smiled to himself as he watched Pomni take in the atmosphere. "I assume you approve?"

"Absolutely, I do. This place is so fancy, it has a live orchestra to play their ambiance."

"Only the best for you, my dear. I made sure of that." He escorted her to the table and her chair pulled out with a wave of his hand.

Pomni settled into the comfortable chair. The table had a white cloth and a vast array of cutlery. It looked like it had a special fork or spoon for every different type of food.

Caine sat but still hovered over the seat of the chair. He left his cane mid air and placed his hat on top of it like a hatrack. He took an inner sigh of relief. So far, so good. She likes the setting! She's absolutely stunning! They were on a date! ...now what?

Pomni made eye contact with Caine. They smiled at each other but neither said a word right away. They took in the general feel of their surroundings and decided it was a good one.

"So wha-"

"How-

They spoke at the same time and had a good laugh over it.

"You first." Pomni said.

"Nonsense, my dear. You go ahead."

"Oh, I was just going to ask what adventures you've been working lately."

"Now, now." He wagged a finger. "No spoilers. However, I will give you a hint. I've really been itching to do more underwater themes."

"Like reefs? Those colorful and vibrant coral habitats?" Pomni said hopefully. She grimaced at the thought of being under deep water.

"...that would probably be a better idea. Maybe I could make one big enough for the multi-whale." He tapped his "chin" in contemplation.

"The what, now?"

"No spoilers!" He snapped his fingers and a waiter came by the table and poured drinks. "Now, my turn. How do humans do this?" He leaned against the table.

"Do what?" Pomni took a sip of what was, at least presented as, wine.

"Date. What's the protocol? I wasn't programmed with this in mind. I, quite literally, have no idea what I'm doing. This-" he gestures to the whole room. "-was a mixture of background settings and NPC presets. So, how do humans, uh...what's the word I'm looking for here? Consummate?"

Pomni did a spit take. She coughed and spluttered and wiped her face with a napkin. "No. No, that's not the word. How do you even know that word? Never mind. Dating is a more intimate form of social bonding. Where two people get to know things about the other that would go deeper than just friendship." She surprised herself with her answer, it was very concise.

"I see. So, we should tell each other things we haven't shared with others? Like secrets?" He liked that idea.

"Pretty much." Pomni shrugged.

"Would you like to proceed?"

"Uhhh, how about turns? We could make a game of it."

"NOW you're speaking my language!" Cane rubbed his hands together.

Pomni giggled at how excited he suddenly got at the mere mention of a game. "Okay, it's called two truths and a lie. We tell each other three facts about ourselves, but one of them isn't true. You try to guess which one, and you win if you figure it out. But this game is more about the stories attached to the facts than actually winning anything. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does! I'll start!" He held up his fingers. "I was trademarked by C&A Tech Industries cerca 1997. I had a humanoid face, my current look is actually a permanent graphical glitch. And Bubble freaks me out."

Pomni thought for a second. "Bubble doesn't freak you out. You love Bubble."

"Wrong!" He said a bit too loud. He coughed and hushed himself. "Bubble is creepy! And they say the most horrific things! It just goes to show how good of a performer I am that you believe otherwise." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, looking smug that he fooled her.

"Wow! That's hard to believe, you have such a good stage presence together."

"We keep our beef off the stage. Anyway, yeah, the lie was my face. I was made to look this handsome on purpose." He winked.

That got a good laugh out of her. "You are uniquely handsome, I'll give you that."

"It's the pearly whites, isn't it? The ladies can't get enough of my smile."

"That they can't." She paused and stared for a moment. He was so easy to talk to, even if she didn't know what to say. Probably because he could talk enough for both of them, but it was nice all the same. She didn't know what she was so worried about earlier.

Caine cradled his chin in his hands and rested his elbows on the table. "You're turn." He was kicking his feet under the table. She had called him handsome. He was going to be riding that high for a while.

"Oh! Oh right. Uh, let's see... I don't like bananas. I can juggle. And I snort if I laugh too hard."

"If the third one is true Pomni, you know I'm gonna need to hear that cute little snort."

"Oh, it's not cute. Not even a little bit." She admitted.

"Ah-ha! So you DO snort laugh!"

"Wait, hey!"

Caine laughed hard enough to bring a tear to his eye. "Okay, okay, okay, so it's either bananas or juggling. Hmmm....you LOVE bananas."

"Nope." It was her turn to be smug. "Never liked them. They taste weird and have an even weirder texture. The lie was about juggling. I mean, have you met me? I had no coordination in these noodly limbs." Her cartoonish arms squiggled out to her side for emphasis.

He chuckled and took a deep breath. His ribs hurt from laughing. "You're hilarious, you know that?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Do you know that you're really fun to be around? You bring so much energy into a room, even when you're not in show mode. You make me laugh. You make me...happy."

Caine sat upright. He felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and held out a hand across the small table. She put her hand in his and he squeezed it gently. "You make me happy too, Pomni. Happier than I ever thought I could be."

Pomni felt warm and fuzzy too. She glanced at the side of the room that had huge glass doors viewing the garden outside. "How about we skip dinner? Take a walk with me?"

He didn't hesitate. He stood and continued to hold her hand as she joined him outside. His cane with his hat floated along behind them.

Outside was quiet, say for the sound of insects and nighttime birds. The warm light of the restaurant illuminated the courtyard. A fountain took center stage. Benches occupied the four corners. All of it was surrounded by the vibrant forest that was the garden. Colorful flowers and strange plants only parted for the narrow walkways. Fireflies danced their nightly ritual, giving the garden a mystical feel. The air felt cool underneath the late evening sky.

Caine took off his coat and draped it over Pomni's shoulders. "There you go. Can't have you catching chill."

Pomni hadn't stopped smiling most of the night, but this warmed her heart. Caine was the all powerful being of this realm. He could just change the temperature if he so desired, but instead he gives her his jacket. It felt so personal. "Who taught you this?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets. As far as you know, I'm just a regular Casanova." He leaned in with an exaggerated smolder in his eyes.

This made her go all shy. She gently pushed him away. "Don't ever make that face again."

"What? This face?" He did it again, but even more ridiculous. Sticking his tongue out as well.

She giggled. "Stop."

"Why Pomni? Don't you find dis attractive? Am I wooing you?" His face got even crazier.

She laughed harder. A small snort snuck out and she froze.

Caine stopped everything. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? "Yes! I did it!" He whooped and hollered, flying in a circle.

Pomni couldn't stop. He was making her laugh more and she snorted multiple times. Their laughter rang out into the night. Pomni became lightheaded from it and swayed. Caine held onto her but he himself was unsteady. They leaned on each other as they slowly caught their breaths.

Caine cupped her cheek and wiped away the happy tears running down her face. "You're laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world. Snort and all."

"Tell anyone about it and I'll deny it."

"Heh, our little secret then. A special laugh only I get to hear. I couldn't ask for more." He looked at her with softness in his eyes.

She stood close, her hands on his waist. He felt nothing short of lightning pass through him when she touched him. His gaze drifted to her lips. "Is it weird...that this didn't feel like a first date, Pomni?"

"No. Not weird at all." She instinctively got closer, keeping her eyes on his.

His other hand joined in on holding her face. He sounded out of breath. "Pomni...I want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me..." She whispered back. She waited to see what he would do. She had NO idea what he considered his own lips.

The tip of his tongue peaked out over the top of his bottom teeth. His bottom jaw puckered with his tongue and she got a lip lock of teeth and tongue. It was nothing short of magical. All the fireworks were going off in her head. Perhaps it was the digital world's doing or Caine's influence, she didn't care. Kissing him was full body euphoria.

They separated very briefly to look each other in the eye. They silently confirmed that they both had felt the same thing and immediately pulled each other back in. His hands supporting her back and neck as he leans into her, her arms fully wrapped around him.

Gangle and Ragatha played cards on the floor of Pomni's room. They wanted to be there to support her if things went tragically wrong. OR be the first ones Pomni spills all the datetime tea with. A snap sound outside the door makes them pause. They both scramble to the door and press their faces to it. They heard muffled voices on the other side.

"You were wonderful company, my dear. I look forward to our next outing. Rest well, and my apologies if I was a bit ... overenthusiastic. You're quite the rare delicacy." A quiet smooch sound. Gangle gasped, Ragatha slapped her hands over Gangle's mouth.

"I look forward to the next time too. And, don't apologize. I enjoyed myself. Goodnight, Caine."

Ragatha went as red as her hair. She heard Caine snap away and she flung the door open. Pomni jumped, not expecting the girls to still be up. Ragatha eyed the teeth marks on Pomni's ahoulder. "Tell. Us. Everything."

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