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rottiens · 2 months ago

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nocturne, gojō satoru

summary. you feel strange, something that had never happened in Satoru’s presence before. He had never made you feel anything more than comfort, confidence and respect, but now the air is slowly charged with a heavy mist that begins to seep through your skin, weighs on your lungs and makes your beats detonate just a little. You can't know what it is but there's something different about tonight.

tags. (18+), touch starved fem!reader, size difference, dubcon, manipulation, praise kink, reader is geto’s “ex”, gojo a little gay/bi (the usual), just the tip, cum eating, thigh job.

WC. 10.8K — read on ao3

notes. ok, first of all, I have the hc that gojo dances very well (I have zero proof, zero doubt). Second, this is inspired by my under my skin series with geto, writing the last chapter made me think about the people geto left behind when he left jujutsu tech and how they handled those feelings and this was born (you don't need to read that series at all to understand this), third; this came out darker than I had thought and I hope you still love me as much as I love feral gojo

You like to think that nothing has changed since he left. After all, the sun still shines just as brightly, the rain still drenches even the remotest corner of Tokyo, you keep drinking tea without a spoonful of sugar and you still attend Jujutsu Tech like the obedient little sheep you are (his words).

You still work for the higher-ups despite disagreeing with them all the time. You keep improving yourself as a sorceress, completing mission after mission and sending money to your parents every end of the month so they can finish paying off the house and maybe after all the only thing that has changed is that you now have your own apartment, which well, officially will be yours in about two more months when you finish paying off the loan. You are surrounded by things that you can proudly say belong to you and that you were able to buy for yourself, things that you may not need like a vase of candy that you keep in the kitchen for when Satoru is visiting or the cotton candy flavored lip balm that you are currently entertaining yourself with while waiting for the kettle to start squeaking.

The clock-like cat in the background meows at 1:56AM, yet another item Satoru threw in the shopping cart when he helped you get the essentials you needed to furnish your apartment a couple of years ago. It's something you didn't need because you're never home to look at the time or that's what you have your phone for, and after all you were never much of a cat lover. However when Satoru was looking at you over the top of his glasses and those bright eyes were begging you, it was almost impossible for you to say no to him.

Though, how could you? Satoru has been the only friend you've kept after so long, the only one who knows all the pain you've gone through in silence and the only one who was there with you the day Suguru left Jujutsu Tech. Truth be told, you were never that close to Satoru back then, you two never managed to talk that much except for when you would go out in a group and Ieiri would invite you downtown to go with them to eat, shop or drink sake, the memories make you sigh heavily. An ironic laugh crosses your chest along with a bitter memory of those days where you kept looking at Suguru from the other side of the table, every time his eyes met yours you were forced to look away, to run away from that heavy feeling that burned your chest and to ignore the fact that every time he laughed his knee met yours. You remember his cold fingers under the table touching your knee, touching your shoulder when he turned to tell you something funny.

The clock strikes 2:03AM, the exact moment when the kettle starts to squeak and forces you to get up from your stool and shuffle your bare feet across the tiles to the stove. You turn it off and the smoke leaving the kettle makes you focus again on that day... The day when The High-ups decided that Suguru Geto was officially enemy of the sorcerers and was now considered a curse that needed to be executed, that day Satoru was there too. It was the first time you saw him so quiet, without that sarcastic laughter that characterized him filling the room, the same silence that filled the others rested even heavier on Satoru's head and yours, it was as if a heavy black cloud began to rain down on your heads.

Satoru was silent but his clenched fists spoke for him, shaking on the table. White knuckles and thick veins were marked on the backs of his hands and when you looked up into his face he was glaring at you, that icy stare still makes your back bristle every time you remember it. His nose flaps were dilated and his sharp jaw was clenched. You on the other hand were shivering, as if the gray cloud above your head was actually starting to rain, as if the drops were real and together with Satoru's gaze it was raining on your body.

You never told anyone, not Satoru, not even Ieiri, but deep down you blame yourself for never noticing how he was slowly drifting away from you, how he was losing himself. In the middle of the nights when you talked lying on his bed, while he smoked and passed you the cigarette and asked you about the origin of the curses, when he asked what you thought would be the solution for a world without curses are clues that should have raised alarms in your head, yet you could never connect the dots of the red alerts that screamed to you that the person you were in love with could be about to fall into the abyss.

You lie to yourself, when you fix your hair every morning and put on the spotless uniform next to the plastic smile you have become so used to wearing, you lie to yourself and tell you that everything is fine, that even though you haven't known where he is for four years, even though you hear the trail of death he leaves in his wake, you are fine, everything is fine, the reflection in the mirror smiles back at you and repeats the same thing. You're glad you have a roof to live under, a place to work, friends to worry about, it's okay if you couldn't save one of them after all, right? It's not your fault. The important thing is that you are doing the right thing, that you are saving dozens of innocents, right?

You just pray every day, to whatever higher being might be listening to you not to be the one to find him, not to be the one to confront him... because if that day were to come, you...

Your phone chimes with a notification and the fact takes you so abruptly by surprise that the teacup you're holding slips and shatters to pieces on the floor, splashes of hot chamomile drops burn on your bare feet and exposed legs, you groan in pain and curse walking away to pick up the phone resting on the counter, just in time to receive another message.

S. Gojō: Knock knock, silly

S. Gojō: I'm outside

Sent at 2:21AM, he's never visited you this late. Usually Satoru would show up suddenly in the nights because he couldn't sleep, midnight, eleven, ten but he always left after two hours of drinking tea and talking about anything. Other times he would text you very late in the dawn because he woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, then he would find you awake because you couldn't sleep either and both of you would stay up late talking and then he would always be late the next day for his classes.

But today was unusual... your phone vibrates with another notification.

S. Gojō: Don't make me break the door, I can feel your cursed energy from in here :p

You must have been too deep in thought not to notice the strong smell of his cursed energy coming through the door, the sensation even through the walls tingles your skin.

You flee the kitchen scene with your feet marking wet footprints all over the floor, on your way to the front door you stop in the small living room to turn on the lights and give a little more life to the gloomy place. Your footsteps stop right in front of the frame, your fingers curl around the knob and you take a deep exhale that allows you to search for the plastic smile to put on your face, a smile that manages to mask how exhausted you were feeling tonight. Of all the nights, this might have been his worst choice to come visit you.

"Hey—" The creation of your fake smile falls halfway off. You don't remember the last time you'd seen Satoru out of uniform, or at least dressed so formally, just to come see you? But seeing him in casual clothes caused the wheels in your brain to stop working just a little. "What—"

He chuckles, adjusting the sunglasses better on the bridge of his nose. "They canceled the mission to Kyoto." He pauses to tap twice on the carry-on suitcase dragging near his feet that you barely notice. "So I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing."

That was it? "You always dress like that for all your missions?" Now he was smiling, almost looking amused at your reaction. "What's wrong with my clothes?" Nothing! That was the point, rather than a mission, he looked like he was dressed for a date.

He was wearing a black synthetic jacket that came down to his wrists along with a shirt the color of his eyes underneath, the two buttons near his collarbones open revealing a flash of his chest. Those oval sunglasses that couldn't be missed and tight black pants that matched the shiny loafers. Without the uniform he even looked taller, he smelled like he just got out of the shower, a kind of icy mint where you are forced to inhale while blinking slowly.

"Nothing," you comment after you've examined him up and down. You think you were subtle enough that he didn't notice, but you're sure he did anyway.

"May I come in?" he still keeps a smile on his words.

You step aside without adding something else that sinks you into a debate you can't get out of. You wait patiently for the wheels of the mini suitcase to cross the threshold of the door and for Satoru to give you the space to close it behind you.

"Want some tea?" you cross past him to head for the kitchen, his footsteps following your trail.

"Yeah, tell me you have sugar." You want to fight him, to tell him that chamomile tea doesn't really have sugar in it because it's a sleeping tea, but you know you'd just be wasting your time so you end up pointing your finger at one of the shelves instead.

"It's right where—"

"Wow!" His hands suddenly squeeze your waist and make you stop, you stutter his name in confusion. His fingers burn against the flesh your pajamas fail to cover and he pulls you back. "What happened?" he says low behind you. You notice how his hands look squeezing you and then look at the puddle at your feet along with pieces of pottery strewn in front of the sink.

"Your text message, you scared me."

"So it was my fault, hm?" you can guess the smirk in his tone. "It's okay, I always take care of my messes."

Satoru gently pushes you aside, then asks you to sit on one of the stools while he takes care of picking up the pieces because he's afraid you might cut yourself in the process. He further alleges that you are barefoot.

"My hero," you say, exaggerating your voice for a louder one. This time Satoru laughs and it rubs off on you. He takes several paper towels and squats down spreading his knees as far apart as he can to soak all the paper while you stare at him silently, it's impossible not to think how big he is if you compare him to your kitchen space or if you compare him to any other object in your apartment really.

"I know, I know. What would you do without me, huh?" he looks up at you from below and you catch a glint of the blue in his eyes before he turns his attention back to the floor, focusing now on picking up the broken pieces and carrying each one to the trash can behind you.

"Sooo." You exaggeratedly lengthen the word until he's back in your field of vision, rummaging through your cabinets effortlessly as if he owns the floor.

"So?" He walks toward you with two mugs that he places side by side. Then he turns around to pick up the teapot and starts pouring the hot liquid.

"Do you always go on your missions like this?"

"Like this how?" Oh, he knows very well what you meant. Like this, you want to tell him, but you know it would only serve to boost his annoying ego a little more. "Tell me when to stop," he asks you, starting to empty the hot liquid into the cup, the smell of chamomile and cinnamon wafting up towards your nose.

"That's good," you tell him a few inches before the infusion touches the rim and you bring it to your mouth almost instantly. "And I mean like this," you point his body up and down with your free hand, then sip slowly, "so elegant."

"What do you mean? This is me in my regular clothes, this is how I always look." Satoru finishes filling his cup and puts at least six sugar cubes in it before speaking again. "Let's go to the couch." You just shake your head and follow the path he traces because you're sure you're going to be more comfortable on the L-shaped couch he helped you pick out (which is why he loves it so much), conventionally too big for your living room space, but big enough for Satoru to spread his legs and arms on the back and coo like a pleased kitten. "Today's mission was special..." He answers a question you'd forgotten about and takes the first sip of his tea.

"Hm?" you inquire, curiously looking for more information. Now that you're sitting up, the satin fabric of your shorts rides up a few inches over your thighs and in a vain attempt to pull it down just a little, you find him peering out of the corner of your eye.

"It was someone... important." You feel his eyes on your thighs, he tries to disguise it but doesn't try very hard either. "I had to escort him somewhere."

"It had to be someone important to be escorted by the strongest." This time he's the one cooing, hesitant. You know there are missions you can't divulge too much about or you might get in trouble, and even for someone like Satoru Gojo who giving his tongue a life of its own has never been a problem, him being quiet now should be enough to make you desist on the subject or maybe he's just too distracted going back to your legs again and again. You clear your throat. "I-"

"Mind if I turn out the light?" you blink slowly in his direction. "My eyes," he clarifies something that should be obvious to you. An Oh louder than it should makes your throat vibrate.

"Sure."

"I just want to take a break from the sunglasses for a while."

"Sure, yeah."

Satoru first sets the cup down on the small table in front of the couch, then gets up and walks over and through the various objects in your living room until he reaches the switch. You try not to notice his body as he does so, his long legs or how wide his shoulders look as he walks back towards the couch making the place his catwalk, the height and appearances have always made him look like a model in your eyes, a comment you want to make but your coherent side makes you bite your tongue, you're still too awake for that.

You try to hide that it doesn't affect you when he takes off his jacket and settles back on the sofa with his mug in hand, staring at you.

"Better?" You clear your throat again, feeling it irritably dry.

"Yeah. I have been using them all day and the bright light sometimes ends up bothering me.” The conversation makes you look at his eyes, even in the midst of the darkness that surrounds you, you can see them shine.

“I'm sorry,” you say, but you don't know exactly what you're apologizing for. Uncomfortable and overheated, you decide to take another long sip of the infusion.

It's strange, you feel strange, something that had never happened in Satoru's presence before. He had never made you feel anything more than comfort, confidence and respect, but now the air is slowly charged with a heavy mist that, although you cannot see, begins to seep through your skin, through your pores, weighs on your lungs and makes your beats detonate just a little. You can't know what it is but there's something different about tonight.

"What about you?" Satoru murmurs with his mouth on the cup, his sweet voice echoing among the ceramics and the way he speaks seems like he's telling a little boy a secret. "Haven't you been on missions in a long time?"

"I don't usually take so many important missions, no." You didn't need to give him any more details because you're sure he knew… that your last name wasn't as well known as his or the Zenins, that you weren't as strong compared to other sorcerers, and that you didn't normally leave town, unlike he.

"I remember when Suguru was here it wasn't like that." His name makes you stop breathing for a moment. Your fingers squeeze the semi-empty cup and your gaze escapes from his to focus on some point on the floor. "He always said how strong you were, how much he wanted to have you under his arm and show you what you weren't able to see for yourself, one day." Was he really saying all that about you? This time you go back to his face, on his expression, his half-closed eyes fixed on what was in front of him, it seemed that he was serious.

"He never told me that."

"I guess it wasn't necessary, was it?"Yes? You have always been a person who likes to hear what others think especially regarding their feelings, no matter how much their facts speak for them, you need to hear them say those three important words. "You guys were really close after all." Yes, Suguru and you were very close indeed. So close that sometimes he would rather study with you than with Satoru even though you were a year younger than them. You were so close that sometimes you slept together, he would listen to your secrets and he would babble about his.

“Gojo…” You scratch the back of your neck, massaging a tendon that tightens and pulls your nape toward the floor. You weren't sure if this was the topic you wanted to talk about tonight.

“Please, we are the same now. You don't have to treat me with such respect, Satoru it's okay." You leave the empty cup on the table before looking at him, a smile was waiting on his face that barely curved the corners of his mouth but there was something in all this that although it seemed innocent, it was not right, and while you pull down the fabric of your shorts you realize what it is.

"Satoru." You say his name for the first time in a long time and that makes the grin on his face widen, he tilts his head forward a bit showing you more of his eyes and invites you to continue. "I don't know if I want to talk about it right now."

You knew exactly what that was on your chest, tight, like a rope knot. It was guilt, because even after so many years you felt that you had to continue being faithful to a person who disappeared without giving you an explanation, guilt because you were seeing who his best friend was with different eyes. Because you were thinking of Satoru in a way that one friend wouldn't think of another.

"Do you still love him? Is that why you don't want to take on the important missions, are you afraid of running into him?" your tongue is heavy, your stomach sinks even deeper. Satoru wasn't looking at you, his attention was fixed on the unlit lamp at the other end of the couch.

"Yes." It's all you can say, running from his expression to your legs. Not having enough strength to clarify which of the two questions you are answering, concentrating on the heating in your apartment, on how warm it feels to be there.

"Yeah..." He sighs, pausing for a long time. "Me too. I miss him, it's hard not to think about him sometimes." You can sense the melancholy in his voice, his cup crashing against the wood as soon as he finishes speaking, the silence and darkness in the room adding a bit more melodrama to the scene. Satoru splits his legs, spreads his thighs wide, and the mix of emotions inside you intensifies.

"He never contacted you again?" you ask desperately to occupy your mind. He shakes his head, still focused on the lifeless lamp. You? "No."

And maybe it was better that way. To live in silence, to live hiding and filling the emptiness he left inside you with books and knowledge, with other people who look like him, with missions where you pray you never meet him face to face because the moment you did you wouldn't know exactly what to say or what to do, even though you know well what the orders are supposed to obey.

You look at the lamp along with him wondering what he's thinking. Filling the gaps in your memory with banal conversations you two might be having right now, yet this didn't seem like one of the many times Satoru has come to your place to chat and drink.

"When was the last time you did something fun?" Out of the corner of your eye you see him rest his head on his shoulder and relax a little more on the couch. “Something that has nothing to do with work. Something you really enjoy.”

If you were honest... "I don't even remember."

He clicks his tongue and you look at him just in time to see him reach for something in his pocket. The blue light from the screen illuminates his face, the keyboard squeaks under his nice fingers, strands of hair stick to his forehead and the light is so bright it makes his eyelashes look like snowflakes. A soft melody begins to play, you're lost, you drop your head to the side along with a pout that makes him laugh, then he holds out his hand.

"Dance with me."

“Gojo— no, no. I Can't." You laugh nervously, the heat rising from your cheeks to your chest. "I don't know how to dance." You confess quietly, more embarrassed to share that secret than you should.

"Okay, me neither." Liar, you'd definitely seen him dance before at teacher parties and maybe he wasn't a pro but he was good, he did that thing with his feet that was impossible to take your eyes off him when he was on the dance floor. "Come on."

You chew your lower lip, exchanging glances between the hand that moves its fingers strangely in front of you and Satoru, who is waiting for you with a smile. No, don't, don't take his hand… You know he feels your icy damp fingers as his hand clings to yours and helps you up to cling to your chest. Your lungs empty and fill with him, his perfume, his natural scent, the faint cotton candy scent you manage to identify among the tangle of faint scents. The fact that he had deactivated his infinity so that you can touch him shoots adrenaline through your bloodstream, skin against skin.

"Okay, what do I do?" You were laughing shyly again, allowing his fingers to take hold of your waist, fixing you close to him just as he wanted you.

"Just follow my footsteps." It was hard to follow him, keep your nerves in check and at the same time try to breathe.

"I'm going to step on you." You tease, his open palm descending to your lower back as the violins pick up, pulling you further into him. "Go—!"

"You're not going to step on me, we're fine. Put your hands on my shoulders." He instructs you. That meant having to leave his chest, stop yourself from looking at his collarbones and look into his eyes. "Like this." He does it for you, takes one of your wrists and delicately places it on one of his shoulders then returns to your waist, his ice-cold fingers a little further below your waist this time, you feel his fingertips brush against the elastic of your shorts, his nails barely scratching your skin. “This is my favorite part,” he says low in your ear, almost mischievous. And in the midst of the symphony of your blood rushing violently in your ears and the drum of your heart, you hear it. The violin had increased in speed which made you go faster, it was almost impossible to follow his turns, impossible not to step on him but this was something Satoru ignored, he allows your bare feet to step on him again and again and again, bringing behind these one apology from you after another.

Satoru was practically on top of you now, hugging you closer to him. His face hidden in your neck —which you appreciate because how could you look into his eyes and dance at the same time—, his lips on your skin, humming the melody of the instruments. His arms squeeze you, make you groan in surprise. Then he kisses your neck and that makes you aware of every little thing around you, the noise that the silence makes, how slowly his feet took you on the impromptu dance floor because the violins had decayed dramatically, you could clearly hear how quickly you were breathing with your mouth open, his arms gripping your waist make you feel small, you can tell how hot having him close is making you, the warmth of his body, how the tender fabric of his shirt felt crinkling against your exposed skin. Satoru kisses you again, this time near the ear.

“Gojo…” you call him, your hands pushing his shoulders in search of regaining your personal space, you needed it or you were going to faint.

"Satoru." He corrects you, breathing heavily into your ear. The warm breath makes your thighs rub against each other.

"Satoru." You repeat, he makes a growling sound. "I don't… think…"

"Do you think he will come back?" A phantom hand oppresses your chest, destroys your ribs to the rhythm of the dramatic melody with which the song continues that seems to never end. "Is that why you haven't been with anyone else?" Satoru leaves the comfort of your neck to look at you, his arms still tied behind your back. He has the look of a feline on his face, white locks falling across his forehead serving as curtains for those eyes that glow like neon lights. An iciness rests on your abdomen, as faint as the flutter of a butterfly.

The song stops abruptly, leaving you alone with the pounding of your heart, your stomach sinking with each breath you take.

“How do you know—” He snorts, his laugh sounding cruel, cutting your sentence off in mid-air.

"Have you?" you refuse to answer, you refuse to keep looking at him so you evade him and those eyes that seem to watch everything. You think you have nowhere to go —literally, because his arms hold you prisoner—, wherever you look there he is. So you stare past his shoulder, past the baby blue of his shirt to the fresh coat of paint on your wall. "Look at me."

You refuse to do it and show him your vulnerability. Sinking deeper and deeper into that heavy, cold sensation that walks from your navel to your ribs, turning into a bitter cocktail of emotions that you don't know how to swallow. When you don't look at him, one of his hands goes to the back of your neck and forces you to do so, fixes your gaze on him, on his slightly half-open pink lips, then on his eyes and the bitter cocktail becomes digestible, clear....

"I've always had my eyes on you."

...So clear. Underneath the layers and layers of raw human emotions you could make out so clearly the primal fear, you wanted to run away from the almighty, hide from his intense gaze but you also feel guilt because inside you still waited for Suguru, because you still expected him to come back even after four years. Guilt because you still felt you had to remain faithful to someone who never asked you to be his girlfriend, to someone who never told you he loved you. You still want to stay faithful to a ghost. Shame, because you couldn't help that your body reacted so well to his closeness, you were hot in every corner of your body and underneath it all, you were aroused.

Your quick blinks took care of erasing the stupor you were in, protecting your tears from spilling over, why would you cry after all? If you never cried when he left, it wasn't time to cry now.

"What did you say?" You tell him in a shaky voice.

"Whenever you were looking at Suguru I was looking at you, watching you laugh, watching your eyes sparkle every time they met his." You see him move from your eyes to your lips. "Watching you fall in love with my best friend. But I don't blame you, I too wondered how his lips tasted."

"Satoru, I didn't—" You were dizzy, your guts in knots. Your frail fists push him again achieving the same result: him remaining motionless. "I don't think it's right that we..."

"He's gone." He says your name, the tone he uses is so ruthless, his voice sounds broken, hoarse and you can't help but shed a single tear that he tries to wipe away immediately, his thumb scrapes your cheek and the touch makes you close your eyes looking to escape from there, to escape the pain, the loneliness and the hundreds of emotions you shouldn't be feeling right now.

"You're his best friend," you say in a tired sigh, looking for him to see the logic to a situation that is obvious to you.

"Yeah." That's all he says. You see him approach you and your eyes snap open meeting his face bathed in darkness, the shadows of the room dancing across half of his face, it makes the features blur and stand out so much more at once. "But we haven't done anything, have we?" he says even closer to your mouth. "At least not yet."

Before you can protest, complain or bring any sense to his brain, Satoru was kissing you and all you can feel for a long moment are his gentle, expert lips, kissing you frantically, forcing you to open wider to give him the space he needs to deepen the kiss. You try to push him away but any kind of physical force you try to exert on him is less than pathetic, your fists don't even faze him and as much as you try to run away, his hands are squeezing your forearms tightly forcing you to remain immobile.

After a while of struggling, of denying yourself the pleasure, you let him in. Satoru purrs reaching your tongue. You are clumsy at first but manage to keep up with him, melting into his rough grip that contrasts gently with the way his mouth caresses yours. His tongue drags your lower lip and that makes you moan in surprise, embarrassed your face boils and his teasing chuckle makes your whole body tighten.

When Satoru finally pulls away, it seems like an eternity has passed, every little corner of your body feels hot and unstable. Your lips tingle and your thighs tremble, you don't remember the last time you... actually, yes, you remembered very well.

He still stands close, with a smile you can glimpse cutting through the night. With slightly swollen lips, painted a pink a few shades more intense than before. As you struggled to get fresh air into your lungs, Satoru still maintained the same breathing rhythm as when he walked through your door.

"You really haven't been with anyone else,” he says, tasting his lips with his tongue.

"N-no, I..."

You didn't have to answer, it wasn't a question, you still looked to try to give him a logical explanation for the physiological reaction you were having but he was already smiling, much wider this time without actually showing his teeth. Satoru lets go of your arms and seems to widen on you, he seems taller, stronger, as if all this time he had been bending his knees so he could be completely at your eye level. Suddenly his hands were all over your crotch, squeezing your pussy above the fabric of your shorts, sinking deeper between your folds. The sticky puddle immediately stains the fabric, you feel it and you know he feels it so you slip away from his face paying more attention to the floor.

"No panties," he says loudly in a mocking tone. Your nails dig into his wrist, a futile attempt to make him stop.

"Satoru, please."

"Please what?" With the help of his fingers he strokes your slit up and down damaging your shorts with your arousal, the delicate fabric feels so good on your swollen clit, someone else's touch even with your pajamas in between is so good you can't help but moan, your nails digging a little deeper into his skin. "Please, keep going?" his caresses are barely perceptible now, toying very very slowly with your clit, your jaw drops to the floor. "Or Satoru, please stop?" He pats your pussy in a gentle slap as if trying to prove a point, your whole body arches falling forward towards him and Satoru welcomes you in a kind of strange embrace. "You have to use your words," he clarifies, his voice so much like a siren's song.

With your face in the middle of his chest he turns you into a shell that does nothing but tremble, a shell empty of all logical thoughts. All that comes to you is an explosion of emotions bombarding your senses, you are overstimulated with smells: you inhale with his hand on the back of your neck petting your hair, giving you time to clear your head. Your belly tingles because he smells so good, the icy mint mixes with a somewhat sweet manly perfume that invites you to sniff harder. His chest feels hard and pleasant at the same time giving you the security you've been lacking the last months, you want to hug him and cry while you let him take care of you, the heat emanating from him almost burns you, it seems impossible to you that he's so hot; your eyelids squeeze tighter making the pitch black take shapes: stars, constellations, random dots.

"If you're not going to decide, then I think I should give you space." He takes a step back and your brain has to force itself back to reality, you regain the unsteadiness you lost when you stopped touching him and take two strong steps backwards moving further away from him, even though the heater is still on, your whole body suddenly feels cold. You hug yourself to cover your erect nipples. "I'll leave you to rest and we can talk tomorrow."

Your tongue stays heavy and sticky, your teeth are biting it slowly as you watch him grab his jacket determined to leave.

"Don't go." You don't recognize your own voice.

"What? Sorry I didn't hear you."

"Please stay." You assumed he was smiling, you couldn't bring yourself to lift your head from the tip of his shiny shoes that are getting bigger as he approaches you again. His presence makes you feel under some kind of spell, you inhale looking for the oxygen that was stolen from you, you feel weak, dizzy... and his long fingers grab your chin to make you look at him, then you confirm he was smirking, the corners of his mouth slightly raised towards the sky.

"Do you trust me?" You do. You'd be a fool not to. Your lips part to respond, but the height difference makes you clam up. "You know I'd never hurt you, right?" You know. "Go to the couch."

That's how you find yourself doing the next thing he asks, sliding your shorts off and placing your legs on the soft surface in an awkward V, exposing your wet pussy to a hungry gaze. In a way he reminds you of Suguru —the way he walks towards you brimming with confidence, the way he looks at you, the aura of superiority with which his height looms over you— and that makes you feel more shame, more guilt, you want to hide your face but you know that would be much worse so you force yourself to watch him walk towards you and drop to his knees in the middle of your thighs.

Satoru grabs your calves, your yelp in surprise. The soles of your feet are on his broad shoulders, you feel the muscles there tense and stretch as he settles in, you watch him lick his lips and your pussy clenches under his nose. Without hands —because these are on your waist, walking shyly over your ribs—, he kisses your navel and your body contracts. Relax, he murmurs, kissing your skin, tickling you every time his pretty lips go down a couple of centimeters more.

The waves of heat produced by his laughter go straight to your sensitive bundle of nerves, you were shivering under him, as if your body was freezing to death but on the contrary, your temples were wet with droplets of sweat, your back is hot and your hands are soaked, still you can't stop shivering. His nose brushes the short hairs on your mons pubis, then he kisses your clit hidden between your labia and with the help of his tongue he searches for it with his eyes closed, parting your soaked lips until he manages to make direct contact with what he craves so much.

You don't know what to do with your hands, you want to leave them to the side of your body but they start to tremble, you want to take it into his short strands but you don't know if that would be something he would approve of.

"More," he says. Satoru takes your hands and makes his words make sense, he helps you place your fingers under your knees, forcing you to open wider for him in an embarrassing position. "Keep your legs open, just like this."

He mumbles something else between his teeth but you don't pay attention, his thumbs were spreading your lips further apart, uncovering more of your clit and the inspection gets your arousal spilling from your pussy to your thighs and from there to your ass. You were so wet, you could feel it touching the couch. You wanted him to do something, anything, if he kept looking at you like that you weren't going to be able to control yourself.

"Stop it," you beg him, squeezing your eyes shut, the grip on your thighs weakening a little.

"Let me look at you. You're soaking wet from just a couple of kisses..." The left one holds your pussy open, the thumb of the right then makes tight circles over your most sensitive spot and an electric current runs through your body. "That's cute." The thumb slides down to your slit, there it collects your juices and returns to the top where it drags them over your clit using them as a lubricant. "I wonder..." You feel his breath close to it, speaking so softly it feels like he's not even talking to you, your hips thrust upward. "Are you this wet because no one has touched you in years or is it just because it's me?"

He doesn't give you time to answer, you don't even know if you'd be ready to. Suddenly his lips were locked on your clit, sucking roughly, making your legs slam over his head, the vibrations of his laughter going straight to your core.

"Mhm no, stay wide open for me. I want to taste every last drop." You take a deep breath in search of silencing another moan. His hands on your legs forcing you to open them a second time.

It's been so long since another person touched you that his strokes seem to come in waves, forming with each moan a knot in your lower abdomen tighter and tighter, sharper and sharper. You couldn't form a single coherent thought other than a distant, welcoming white noise as Satoru devoured the feast that seemed to be your cunt, his soft tongue parting your slit and pressing hard enough on your throbbing clit. You open your eyes after a while, you blink looking up at the sky, the darkness you had grown so accustomed to is replaced by the dim lighting in your living room, the white noise turns into the wet and sloppy sounds of Satoru kissing your pussy and between long blinks you gasp—

"I'm close..."

Satoru stands up just a little to tease you and the sensation of not having his mouth near you is almost painful, you feel him shudder beneath your feet. "Already?" he asks without really expecting an answer, his open palm squeezing your clit mercilessly. The sudden electric touch makes you snap your eyes shut again, your eyelids fill with lightning and a cold current coils up your spine. "No— huh, I don't want you thinking about anyone else while I make you cum... open your eyes."

"That wasn't—! Ah." That wasn't what you were doing! That's what you mean, but his fingers were hitting your aching flesh a little too hard, emptying your lungs.

You are so very close to reaching that longed-for sensation but he stops. A coo of no, no, no, no, comes out of your throat, forcing you to swallow a ball of saliva that had formed. But Satoru was standing now, he had left your wobbling body to one side, your weak legs dangling off the couch and he was in front of you, undoing the belt with one hand and stroking the prominent bulge with the other. Now the white noise of your thoughts passed your ears, the drums in your chest were beginning to sound much louder. Then with a, Get on your knees, you knew this was really happening, this was real.

You want to protest because you want to find the release that is burning your core, you want to beg him to continue touching you until he makes you cum but the look he gives you silences any protest, you really didn't want to challenge him. Satoru plops down next to you occupying the previous empty space on some cushions with his body, his legs stretched out as he pleases, lightly colliding with your knee. You get up from your seat to crawl to his feet, there, with his arms on top of the backrest and legs spread apart add that air of superiority that always surrounds him.

Your hands look small on his legs, the shadow of his cock resting on his thigh makes them look much smaller. The size intimidates you and detonates dozens of unseemly thoughts inside you —how big will he be when you take it out, if you've taken Suguru before you could definitely do it with Gojo— you were scared and you knew he knew it, silently Satoru raises his hips letting you know he's still waiting for you, but to your surprise he was being much more than patient with you. In the process of lubricating your throat with enough saliva and stroking his cock over the fabric at least thirty seconds pass.

You hear him sigh in relief, your palm is like the touch of a feather, so light that you know you will make him desperate if you keep it up. You see him drop his head back and decide to work up the courage to remove the button and then undo the zipper. Satoru helps you with the rest by hooking his fingers into his pants and pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. You cling to his thighs, your nails digging into his porcelain skin, even with the absence of light you can see it quiver, the size makes you squeeze your legs together, your juices running from your cunt to the inside of your thighs. Again your memories travel to Suguru and you find it hard not to unconsciously compare the two of them, Satoru was definitely much less thick than his friend, something you are thankful for as it makes you think you would have an easier time taking it; however it is long enough to make you just a little terrified at the thought of having it inside you. It was long, pale and slightly curved to the left.

You swallow and come to the conclusion that the right thing to do would be to take it from the base with both hands made into fists, you squeeze it, he groans through his teeth.

"What are you thinking?" you are surprised to hear him speak, you thought after all this time he had run out of inappropriate comments to make.

"It's big." There's not a single filter in your brain at that moment. You still contemplate how much you have left to take in even as you hold it, one fist over the other.

"You like it?" You lick your lips in response, moving from the sticky wet head to his eyes and think as you look into them now they are darker, still glistening with lust. "Use your words, angel."

The petname makes you dizzy. You look down at the cock in your hands again, then back up at him. "I like it," you confess.

"Do you need help?" You didn't think it was possible to get your heart to beat faster but somehow you manage it. You shake your head in denial, see him smile and assume maybe he's proud. Satoru spreads his legs wider and moves his hips closer to the edge of the couch to make you more comfortable, two of his fingers manage to start removing the buttons on the wrinkled shirt. "No? Alright, show me what a good girl you are then."

His praises were going straight to your head making your brain turn into a sponge asking for more of his voice, more of his compliments. You stir between your legs, the position quickly numbing your knees. You start to move your hands at the same time, up and down very slowly, hoping to get some sign of approval from him but all you get is a long silence, even though it only makes you want to please him more.

You let your hands continue to massage the shaft and focus on the head. Trying to remember the last time you sucked a cock you remember Suguru, you remember what he used to like, the instructions he used to give you, after all he has been the only man you have been with, the only one who has taught you everything you know so nerves eat away at your bones when you finally put it in your mouth. It's strange because you were expecting another taste but surprisingly it tastes like nothing so this makes you suck, swirl your tongue in circles sensing every detail of the smooth texture, that's when you hear him moan, you hollow your cheeks and seek to take it deeper.

You pause for a moment to spit on it and fuck just the tip of it with a tight fist, Satoru gasps and his back arcs in your direction. Standing closer to you his fingers sink into your silky strands and he forces you to steady yourself, his height widening over your crumpled figure.

"Say 'aah', that's it, atta girl." Satoru snatches his own cock from your hand to flick your tongue, then forces your head down to take him deeper. You feel the tip hit your throat which makes you gag around it, you squeeze the fabric of his shirt in your hands, protests get stuck around his shaft and when the saliva is touching your jaw he pulls out of you to let you breathe, as soon as his cock stops clogging your throat you start coughing. "Sh, sh. You're going to take it again." He speaks to you so sweetly he almost makes you believe that you can.

"I can't—"

"Let me try again, your throat feels so good, look how hard you've made me." Amidst your watery eyes you manage to see it throbbing in front of you as Satoru pleases himself by stroking it vaguely with one hand, the head tinted a darker red. "Just a second time, I promise." His words are cotton candy on your palate, they make it all make sense, make you trust him because he would never hurt you and get you to end up opening your mouth like an obedient lamb for a second time.

Satoru slides inside you with a praise and an animalistic growl, first he takes his time and rubs himself on your tongue back and forth, your lips close around him sucking devotedly. You take a big inhale to try and prepare to take him again, this time the fist binding your hair forces you to go deeper. You protest, your hands slapping his thighs. "Mhm almost... almost. I know you can take it all, relax your throat." In between gagging comes the thought that you are going to choke, not just because of the size, but because of the amount of saliva you have accumulated and with the fist on your head pushing you deeper you come to the conclusion that you were going to pass out. Even though you managed to breathe through your nose your throat was burning, you could barely see because of the salty drops accumulating in your eyes and when you had given up and relaxed your throat, the tip of your nose brushes the short white hairs, there finally Satoru lets you go.

You are coughing at his feet with your sore and bruised throat, one hand wiping the drool from your cheek and another drying your tears that apparently overflowed at some point. If you told him to stop, would he really stop now, could you really go through with this? Your lips hurt, your throat burns and your stomach sinks a little at the thought that Suguru might find you like this. What would he say? You don't know at what point you started sobbing quietly or when you ended up in Satoru's lap but when you opened your eyes all you could find was that pair of deep blue eyes staring at you, singing you a coo as he stroked your back.

"You did so good for me." You did? Your eyes shining with illusion, your stomach in knots. You shouldn't be happy. His thumbs wipe away your tears, his big hands cradle your face and you melt into them, rubbing your head between his palms like a needy puppy. He deposits two wet kisses on your moist cheeks. "You liked sucking my cock that much? Is that why you're crying?" You... you were stunned, you didn't know exactly what you were supposed to answer. You try to swallow and your throat s scratchy, your tongue gritty. "You made me so fucking hard and took me so deep, you should be proud." His thumb travels from your burning cheeks to your lip and he squeezes it back and forth, the soft touch feels so good that you are forced to close your eyes again, letting yourself be consumed by that cloud of pleasure. In the midst of your stupor, you feel two fingers bring a new flame to your core, caressing your clit in lazy circular motions.

"Satoru..."

"Open your mouth." You find yourself doing it before you can process the idea, his thumb is heavy on your tongue, the sensation is pleasant and reminds you of his cock; the idea makes you clench around nothing. "Suck it nice and deep, like it's my cock." That makes you moan, his touch has you melting, his fingers go from your clit to your hole and there he slides a finger inside you with such ease, the squish of his finger digging deep inside you exposes how wet you are. "Do you want me to make you cum with my cock in your mouth?" The moan he steals from you is lewd, Satoru replaces your thumb with two of his longer fingers, he squeezes your tongue and thrusts in and out of your mouth as spit starts to puddle on your tongue. "All this wet from sucking my dick?"

Satoru laughs behind your ear, leaving a kiss there that makes you clench around the second finger he presses inside you. Massaging your pussy slowly in and out, you're sure his fingers are soaking wet when he reaches your g-spot, all the way to the knuckles deep inside you, making your cunt scream with those clicking sounds. He starts to increase the pace pumping that spot and fucking your mouth at the same time, getting your body to start bucking on top of his lap.

His fingers keep pounding your sore pussy and that makes you want to collapse in his arms, his fingers longer and more expert than yours manage to easily reach deeper inside you. You cry out his distorted name thanks to his fingers reaching for your throat, your body twitches and falls silent until he pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth and lets you collapse onto his body, sobbing into his shoulder as his fingers continue to ride each wave of your orgasm, your hole tightening again and again around him, you are exhausted, empty as he pulls out of you.

You moan because your whole body is numb, more perceptible to the dim light, to the sounds you distinguish in your own apartment and his dirty fingers from your orgasm now begging for entrance to your mouth.

"Clean your mess," he says, but he is really ordering you. Your still mush brain allows him to enter your mouth and you suck with devotion until he deems them clean enough, only then does he drag them out of you, gently pat your cheek and that gets your attention back to reality.

"W-what-" Even though you had learned that complaints were worthless with Satoru, you decide to whine in confusion as he was helping to gently lay you down on the couch and next he positions himself better on top of you. "Wait, Satoru..." You clearly knew what was coming.

"Squeeze your thighs together." He ignores any kind of complaint to your non-surprise. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, his hair falling messily across his forehead giving him a feral touch, almost covering the wild look he was staring at you with... though he wasn't looking at you, at least not directly. His cock slams into your clit, squeezing it back and forth beneath his heavy head and the impact makes you wince. "You know what..."

"I don't think, really... really I—"

"It's okay," he says. Gathering your legs so easily in one hand, pushing them together until they touch your chest. "I'm not going to put it in, it shouldn't count as cheating." He's so hard against your sodden folds, you gasp as you just the fat head tease trying to push inside you, bumping into your hole to slide all the way back up your slit. You shudder, your hips squirm. "Though for someone who doesn't want to get her pussy fucked, you're pretty fucking wet," he snorts wryly, slamming into your pussy harder this time. "Maybe we could try it next time, it wouldn't count as cheating if I fuck your ass either." Next time.

You don't have time to complain or mention that you've never done anything like this before... you can't take in the icy fear mixed with excitement that settles in your belly as you listen to him talk about fucking your ass because Satoru was pushing himself into the middle of your tight pussy lips, Squeeze your thighs for me, he reminds you, so he can let go and rest both hands on the sides of your head. Your feet are pressed against his chest, Satoru starting a firm pace where he shamelessly fucks your thighs and where you can't do more than take it because your hands are busy holding your legs closed so they don't spill out beside you.

Satoru is close to you, his shirt falls open around his ribs making it bounce with each sharp thrust. You're panting with your mouth open getting your tongue dry as you desperately search for the oxygen that each time his hips bump against your thighs makes escape. He's certainly not inside you, he's not stretching your insides nice and deep but it's as if he is— each thrust makes you feel dizzy, the swollen tip of his cock rubbing against your tender clit over and over again, your pussy still sensitive from the recent orgasm he had snatched from you.

Contrary to what you might have imagined, if you had ever allowed yourself to fantasize about such a thing, Satoru is quiet, grunting and moaning without any modesty, sometimes gritting his teeth or you notice the Adam's apple go up and down yet he doesn't bother to disguise how good you make him feel, not caring much that the whole building realizes you have company tonight— knowing him, you imagine the idea only turns him on more. You're sure he'd rather be inside you but the expression on his face right now is one of pure ecstasy and lust, a hint of morbidity even as he's not even fucking you properly, the idea of him fucking you with that same intensity... that you even let him use your ass makes you clench painfully around nothing, your walls feel achingly empty.

From below you notice his pearly teeth chewing on his lower lip, his arms tensed at your side from the force he's exerting mark prominent veins and the occasional white strand bounces off his forehead from the intensity, his forehead beading with droplets of water.

"Fuck, I'm close." Satoru sits back on his calves and runs a hand through his hair pushing away the annoying strands. Your legs open, drop down to rest a little from the position feeling already the burning that chews your muscles and will be much worse tomorrow.

He takes the time to take off his shirt which is a mess and you lose yourself for a moment in what little you can appreciate of his marked abdomen, much stronger than you could ever imagine. Satoru wasn't as muscular or beefy as Suguru, but he was just as attractive.

Holding onto your elbows you see him grab his cock with one hand and slap your aching flesh again, tap, tap, tap. "You want to cum like this? Me slapping your clit?" you couldn't answer, you don't really know what you wanted, too deep in a thick fog of desire that manages to sink you deeper and deeper into that white noise. Far away, you hear him chuckling without stopping, rubbing your clit, hitting it with the red tip, teasing it until you gasp squeezing your eyes tight, a big hand pushes your abdomen down telling you dirty and sweet things, thus helping you to reach your sweet orgasm just with the stimulation of his cockhead.

Satoru drops down on you again but this time it's much closer, his wet chest is crushing yours, between your legs you how heavy his thighs and hips are. His heavy breath hitting your neck, from there he goes to your ear. "Can I put it in? Just the tip, I promise." The tantalizing whisper makes your hips thrust upward seeking more of his hard cock sliding in between your slick folds, you feel it hard, throbbing, begging to finally be emptied. "Please, please..." Your nails dig into his back, he growls biting your neck in response.

"Yeah..." You respond lost amidst your carnal desires. Overwhelmed by the beads of sweat on his back under your fingers, the fragrance of his sweaty shampoo hypnotizing your coherence, his clammy hair tickling your shoulder line. Satoru marks your neck, peppering it with little kisses and sucking until it hurts.

"Yeah? That's a good girl." Satoru's heat suffocates you against the couch, his thighs heavy on top of yours making you sink between the cushions just a little, forcing you to open wider to take it. You are too hot, too wet. Satoru jerks the tip of his cock at your entrance, making circles that make you clench wanting to have it inside, teasing you one last time he does as he promises, he shoves just the tip of his cock in making you so empty, it's not enough, it's all you can think about.

You are aching still thanks to your previous orgasm, sobbing, lost in the sweet babbles he drops as he licks your ear.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he blurts out. Followed by a long thrust that gets his hips sliding inside you but he pulls out right away, the motion makes your nails dig deeper into his back. "Sorry, you're so wet..." He shuffles his hips again to thrust into your pussy with a faint clap of colliding skins, there he just grinds his hips against yours, stimulating your clit at the same time, making you feel how deep he is, making you feel every inch of his cock, twitching, as Satoru gasps at the line of your neck, telling you how good you've been for him.

Your body is sticky as he pulls away from you tracing a line of kisses from your mouth, collarbones, navel and reaching your crotch. As he deprives you of his warmth a cold air seems to rush through your limbs.

"Gojo..." You say softly, lifting your head.

"Sh. I always clean up my messes." You fail to articulate another word, sore and tired you give up on the couch as Satoru takes over licking your pussy collecting his own cum, you feel his fingers inside you a couple of times pumping it just a little, delighted by the way your hole quivers faintly around his digits. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

Satoru gives one last suck on your clit and climbs towards you to take you in a strange position, in a sort of spooning attempt but the space is so small you feel like you're going to fall off at any moment, yet his long arms manage to clutch you tighter to his chest, managing to coordinate your unrestrained breaths. Then you let him shower kisses on your shoulder and neck, his long fingers petting your belly.

"Let's go take a bath." Satoru tries to get up but you stop him with a groan, too heavy to even open your eyelids.

"Five minutes..." you say, your voice sounding distant. Within the mental morass you sink into, you feel him squeeze you, he leaves another kiss on your shoulder.

"You're going to sleep. I want to clean you up first."

"Mhm."

You can't get up now no matter how dirty you feel, your legs are mingling with the cushions, chains pulling you down forming one body with his. You don't know how you're going to present yourself to Jujutsu Tech tomorrow with your neck probably hurt, you didn't know if Satoru had left visible marks but the idea stirs up a feeling of anguish that fades as you give in to sleep— especially you didn't know what was going to happen now, what was going to happen next, you didn't know how you were going to look him in the face…. But maybe this was just what you needed, a reality check, a slap in the face of cruel realism that told you that you can't be loyal to an absent person. You will forget him, you would… you would… you repeat to yourself, having no idea how close you were to uncovering again that Pandora's box you had so much trouble closing.

#wr #wr.gojo #cw dubcon #cw manipulation #divider creds: adornedwithlight.#gojo x reader #i truly don't know how to feel about reposting this lskd #but #maybe i'll end up deleting it #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut

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struwberrii · 7 months ago

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I think tumblr ate my ask so I’m gonna send it again with what I can remember-

OK OK SO I freaking adore the high school HCS you did and I am humbly asking for some college hcs for this self-indulgent duck. I will let you pick the sillies, but if I may request my own, I’d love either Yamaguchi or Ennoshita!!

Thank you so much! 🫶🫶

haikyuu!! college headcanons ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

thank u for the request u silly duck, i tried my best 🫡 (i am not in college but i THINK i have a pretty good idea of how things get down in college)

characters: kageyama, hinata, tsukishima, yamaguchi

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kageyama

misses his first classes because he’s on the wrong side of campus looking for his classes 😭

takes notes on his laptop and types SO LOUD

asked a really dumb question in one of his classes and now he’s too embarrassed to ever speak up in class again

has a hard time making friends because he’s so awkward

probably builds lego cars and displays them in his dorm as decor

spends like $500 on doordash a month because he hates driving

probably hardly passing any of his classes

always has an airpod in during class

hinata

also gets super lost on the first day

good ol fashioned pen and paper for his notes

has the brightest and biggest bookbag ever

probably conducts the gay son or thot daughter street interviews

doesn’t have a car, he’s just fending for himself

his dorm room is SO cozy, like bro does not play about his bedroom decor

has definitely tried coughing to cover a fart in class but it only ended up drawing more attention to himself

everyone kind of sees him as a little brother

tsukishima

doesn’t talk to anyone in his classes

went to one party and hated it so much now he just stays in on saturdays or goes out with yamaguchi somewhere quiet/chill

always looks annoyed in classes

do NOT ask him for notes or help with something because he will scold you + make you feel dumb

his dorm is probably like almost empty, he does not decorate much

takes good notes and probably sells pics online too

lives in hoodies and big jackets

probably been a victim of the phone mic interviewers an odd amount of times and always gives the most out of pocket answers to mess with people

carries a tote bag

drives a prius, even though yamaguchi can drive tsuki drives the 2 of them everywhere

he and yamaguchi have game nights and invite some of the others over sometimes

can cook the most simple things, that’s about it

yamaguchi

sat in the wrong class on the first day and just stayed for the entire lecture bc he was too scared to leave

dorms designated chef (he isn’t THAT good at cooking though just better than tsuki)

takes walks around campus during his free time

#1 library studyer

has lost his dorm key multiple times

falls asleep in class sometimes

takes notes on ipad

sketches during classes he isn’t interested in

switched his major like 3 times

eats fast food a lot for lunch

plant dad, his dorm is covered in different plants

(sorry i feel like this writing is a little bad, maybe i DONT understand college like dat)

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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 months ago

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tuesday again 10/29/2024

new boot goofin. also a great book for the cowboyblogger crew and TWO cat photos

listening

afterimage by JUSTICE and Rimon was on a spotify autogenerated dance playlist and it is So soothing to my brain. sometimes described as heavy metal disco, it itches the same brain scratch as daft punk's interstella 5555. comforting and familiar road trip music where the road trips are in spaceships with a sort of clunky engine thrumming away in the background. you know that extremely early ass o clock in the morning road trip feel where it's very pale and a little misty out and you're only sort of awake? i feel like this is a very different kind of road trip music animal than than late-night road trip music. it's pulling you out the door. it's for beginnings, not for very tired almost-ends.

reading

thank you mackie. very reading heavy week. im tryign to redirect myself into library books instead of election doomscrolling and im trying to read more physical books bc i have a tremendous pile of shit i genuinely do want to read and almost none of it is on my phone. first we'll talk about Navigational Entanglements by Aliette de Bodard, from randomly perusing the library stacks. really really really fucking loved this one.

Award-winning author of The Red Scholar’s Wake Aliette de Bodard comes for your heart with a compelling tale of love, duty, and found-family in an exciting new space opera that brings xianxia-style martial arts to the stars. Jockeying navigator clans guide spaceships through the Hollows: an area of space populated by the mysterious but deadly creatures known as Tanglers. When a Tangler escapes the Hollows for the first time in living memory, each clan must send a representative to help capture it—but the mission may be doomed and the hearts of two clan juniors may be in danger too.

first off: this isn't fucking found family. this is a group of coworkers. tor dot com loves to slap found family on anything gay.

politics is about control and inter-group dynamic politics are also about control. and grappling for control in your life when you grow up in a Young Leadership program. i really liked this, one of the least annoying examples of someone getting overstimulated and needing to lie down in a dark quiet room and how hanging out with some people does not impair rest and hanging out with some people is extremely extremely draining. the love interest is what if lee van cleef was a young vietnamese woman in the far future who can navigate faster than light travel.

very snappy little 160-pg novella that does not overstay its welcome. packs a genuinely surprising amount of worldbuilding and character work into its pages: i have a lot of trouble with ensemble casts post-Covid and keeping everyone straight (especially in hard copy form where I can’t easily search a book) but everyone is a fully formed person here and i had no trouble keeping everyone straight in my head. i will be asking my siblings to acquire a physical copy for me for christmas. i love a fucked up political mystery with spacewalks and space monsters.

the lead, nhi, reminded me a lot of friends at the table's brnine, a self-sacrificing perfectionist fish. hope that's useful information to all three of you i have bullied into listening to fatt

The Shabti by Megaera C. Lorenz. this finally came off my holds, hat tip to i think someone else's tuesdaypost? cannot immediately locate it. holler if it was you.

Can you flimflam a ghost? It’s 1934. Former medium Dashiel Quicke travels the country debunking spiritualism and false mediums while struggling to stay ahead of his ex-business partner and lover who wants him back at any cost. During a demonstration at a college campus, Dashiel meets Hermann Goschalk, an Egyptologist who’s convinced that he has a genuine haunted artifact on his hands. Certain there is a rational explanation for whatever is going on with Hermann’s relics, Dashiel would rather skip town, but soon finds himself falling for Hermann. He agrees to take a look after all and learns that something is haunting Hermann’s office indeed. Faced with a real ghost Dashiel is terrified, but when the haunting takes a dangerous turn, he must use the tools of the shady trade he left behind to communicate with this otherworldly spirit before his past closes in.

this keeps getting reviewed as cozy horror, which i do not agree with bc i hate the term and believe it oxymoronic. it is a fairly straightforward romance with paranormal shit happening in the foreground. a period piece not particularly for the folx end of the fag/folx gay book spectrum-- they happen to be gay but there's a lot of other shit happening. not a spicy romance as the tiktok girlies say. it is a period book that sort of elides over the worst parts of the 30s? eg there is no on-page or overt racism or antisemitism that the characters have to Confront. one of the lead's neighbors is a black nurse trying to start a NAACP chapter, but she's so fully fleshed out and such an enjoyable character it doesn't feel like the book is looking for moral points from modern readers. i also liked the general slow-build of the book and their relationship — i have no complaints about the intensity or pace of their relationship.

the one ding i have is that it is perhaps a touch too enthusiastic about period slang. it's fine when the two leads are talking to each other, especially bc their word choice is a large way they show their personality, but when there are more than two people in a scene it can grate a little for me. i do think the dialogue is generally the strong suit here, and the author particularly excels at two-person back and forths, so it’s not a frequent complaint.

i liked the contrast of the scam medium with the academic egyptologist, since many egyptologists were also scams. the scenes with the spirit are genuinely eerie, which is a very good contrast with the fairly straightforward, often sparse narration.

grudging respect for keeping a joke simmering on the back burner for four hundred pages before deploying it. this was a well-paced read i have no major complaints about.

i have to spin this book around in my brain and get a physical copy and flip back and forth and lot and make notes to myself in a separate notebook before i talk about this one here i think. same brain itch as a canticle for leibowitz.

i also read a bunch of comics but this section is already long enough goodbye

watching

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the first episode of the currently airing penguin tv show! at my bestie's house bc she has an hbo max subscription from something, unfortunately it is an emotionally fraught very tense show and we're kind of full up on those so i will have to finish this on my own. at no point did i say to myself "whoa that's colin farrell". both the prosthetic and accent work are off the charts.

i do Not like a piece of media about the mob. i will stomach it for batman. it's really wild how the accents they've chosen for gotham and her suburbs make me so so so weirdly homesick. one of the locations is an early McMansion and my bestie and i said almost simultaneously "are we in fucking Cherry Hill???" a jersey noveau riche town infested with notable McMansions.

i am constantly chasing the high of s1 black sails where everyone is frantically scheming and falling all over them fucking selves. this gets pretty close! it's big budget prestige tv with the storytelling chops to match so far. one of my favorite comic runs is The Long Halloween, partially about the fortunes of the Maroni and Falcone crime families of Gotham. this is loosely following that, but deviates enough to surprise me, which i enjoy. there have been enough faithful adaptations of that comic run imo.

optimistic about the rest of the season! i have such low expectations for batman media that it's refreshing to get like a genuinely good pilot episode out of the franchise.

playing

i have Got to find a new game to play that i already own. genshin is such a good podcast game but i need Something New. surely the 576047357649857689 games across five libraries will save me.

making

so many things happened this week. cat neuter and constipation episode. helped take apart and put back together a children's' room. lot of running around.

crunchy! i almost left these docs at goodwill bc i don't have a super high opinion of the company or the quality of the boots. i have heard my ENTIRE life about how long-lasting they are and how people have had the same boots for years but i completely shredded a pair during eight months in 2019. like the soles were worn almost completely smooth to the point they were a slipping hazard, half the eyelets were broken, and the leather was genuinely disintegrating. that was one of the busiest and most active periods of my life (classes at other campuses both semesters, a summer in new hampshire, the beginning of the makerspace) but i did expect them to hold up a little better or a little longer. they only got to experience about a month and a half of salt at the beginning and were regularly cleaned. yes i did buy them straight from the company.

anyway. these extremely ugly docs industrials had almost all their tread and magically fit me. like the rest of me, my feet are large and wide and difficult to fit. they are by Far the ugliest shoes i have ever owned. however. they will be the boots i will wear for when i need to be okay about potentially destroying my footwear.

hit em with some saddle soap and polished the toes, i seem to be flat out of leather conditioner so i was only able to hit the heels and one tongue. the laces are in the warsh.

they're real leather and were twelve dollars and miraculously fit me. you know that quote about americans being temporarily embarrassed millionaires? i still, in many ways, think of myself as a temporarily embarrassed abled person. i am slowly giving up on the idea of another remote job, bc they seem to all be fake, and going harder on city and county jobs. while i would rather wear my beloved CAT steel toes with the nice padded cuffs any day of the week, maybe these will be good for tromping around somewhere inspecting something. would Love a weights and measures inspection job if their office would return my polite messages.

also ruby goes home tonight! goodbye ruby!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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felixsramen · 2 years ago

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Yours Truly

This is part 7 to my Skz poly fic. This part hits close to home because I identify as poly and some of these were similar to my thoughts when I had came out and when I first had feelings for multiple people.

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Warnings: mentions of self doubt, mentions of homophobia

You sat in your room looking in the your mirror legs crossed. Were you a terrible person? Was ringing in your head. You felt like you were. You hadn't known the boys long yet you felt as if you were forcing your way into their lives. You had slept with 2 of the guys and gave head to another.

Yet they had asked you on a date. Maybe they felt like you did. Or maybe they just wanted to fuck you. You weren't against that but it also didn't sit right with you considering your feelings.

But they also didn't seem like the type to fuck and dump you. It was a constant battle in your head and you had sat here in your room contemplating it after you had been dropped off. 5 hours had passed at this point which felt like 5 minutes.

Your phone sitting near you an excuse already typed up yet you didn't have the courage to press send. It was killing you sitting here in the dark the only light being your little lamp on your nightstand.

You had never thought of being in a poly relationship. Yet you couldn't help your feelings. There was always the doubt in your head what if they didn't like you as much as Felix said. What if they did like you as much as they said what would you did then?

What would your parents think? They had already knew you weren't straight. They accepted you for that but would they accept you having more than one partner? Your dad had always made it clear he didn't care as long as your partner didn't hit you or hurt you in any way physically or emotionally.

He accepted you for that but would he accept your feelings for the 8 boys. Your mom had known you weren't straight before you even knew your sexuality.

Then you remember when you had came out to your family. They had shunned you and stopped inviting you to family events yet your parents stood beside you.

Your own cousin had told you to your face you were an disappointment. You had cut off all your family for that reason.

You do however remember your one cousin who was gay. He was adopted in the family and you remember them hating him. You remember coming out to him and he was so proud of you. So proud of the person you became.

Yet the moment he was old enough he moved and lost contact with your family and you couldn't blame him for it.

You missed him a lot and you felt you needed him more than anything right now. You needed his reassurance right now more than anything. You needed to be reassured that it was okay to love who you want. That no one can judge you for who you love.

The tears were falling at this point. The tears were hot falling down your face. You needed a hug. Someone to comfort you. All of the boys you had a feeling would be more than willing to hold you until the tears stop and reassure you.

Your tears are interrupted with a ring. You look at the caller id. Felixs name lighting the phone up.

You answered the phone trying to dry your tears fast.

"Y/N?" Comes from the other side but it's not Felix who had called.

"It's Changbin. I'm calling to make sure you're okay after I dropped you off. I would've called you from my number but you probably wouldn't have answered." Comes from the phone.

"Hi Changbin." You say your voice breaking.

"Are you okay?" A concerned Changbin says.

"I'm fine." You say weakly.

"You don't sound fine. Were you crying? What's wrong?" Changbin says asking you even more concerned.

You can't answer him and that's when Changbin sighs. "You don't have to answer me but I'm going to come over there. You don't have to talk to me about it but I can at least try to comfort you." Changbin says and before you can protest Changbin hangs up.

You look up at the mirror your eyes puffy. You looked a mess. That's exactly how you felt too.

Maybe you should clean yourself up somewhat before Changbin gets here. Then again he already heard you crying over the phone.

You don't realize how long you've been in your head because there's a knock on the door. You rub your eyes once again and get up off the ground.

You walk to the front door and open it to see Changbin and Jisung at the door. You weren't expecting Jisung to see Jisung and Changbin looking at you in concern.

"What happened Y/N?" Jisung says getting closer to you. Jisungs heart broke at your puffy eyes and the tears glistening on your face.

"I-i don't know." You say breaking down again and this time Jisung embraces you before you fall to the ground tears flowing again.

Jisung takes you to the couch Changbin shutting the door behind him.

"Baby what happened?" Jisung asks eyes still filled with concern and heartbreak.

You broke even more at his words. When did this happen? When did everyone start getting intimate with you?

Jisung hadn't ever called you that. "Why?" You ask him and Jisung looks at you in confusion now and concern still on his face.

"Why what?" He asks you softly.

"Why call me that? Why would you do that?" You ask him tears flowing down more.

"Why call you what? Baby?" He asks and you nod through your tears.

"Because I care about you. I care about you as much as I care about Changbin. I care about you as much as I care about the other boys." Jisung says softly and Changbin rubs your back trying calm you.

Jisung lets you cling into him crying more. It hurt him seeing you cry. Seeing you so vulnerable with him and Changbin.

No one's p.o.v.

Changbin hurt just as much. It hurt him hearing your voice break over the phone. Jisung looked at his boyfriend as he had gotten up from the couch. Jisung had grabbed his boyfriends arm making him look at him. Changbins eyes were filled with concern and that made Jisung worry.

"What's wrong?" Jisung asked him.

"Y/N." Changbin says.

"What happened with her? Is she okay?" Jisung says getting up now and letting his boyfriend grab his keys.

"I don't know. It sounded like she was crying." Changbin says.

"Hey I'm coming with you." Jisung says putting on his shoes as Changbin does the same.

Changbin had gone over the speed limit. He couldn't help but worry. What if something happened? What if you had hurt yourself? What if someone had hurt you?

All those questions went through his head and they were even worse as he had knocked on the your door. His heart broke as you had opened the door. He thought he might just cry too watching you and Jisungs voice asking if you were okay. Your reply making him hurt even more.

Changbin watched as you fall and Jisung catches you bringing you to the couch.

Changbins thoughts were still running wild but his boyfriend brings him out of his own head. "I think she's asleep." Jisung says as you breathe slowly against his chest.

Changbin sighed as he watched you against Jisungs chest.

"I'm worried for her." Changbin says as he looks at his boyfriend.

"Do you think it's because of us? Maybe it's too much for her." Jisung says to his boyfriend.

"Maybe." Changbin says as Jisung lays his head on his shoulder.

"Maybe we aren't good for her. We shouldn't be around her if that's the case." Jisung says to his boyfriend his heart breaking at his own confession.

"Maybe we aren't but that's her choice. We can't take away her choice. If she doesn't want us she's going to have make that choice herself." Changbin says as his hand comes up to you moving your hair out of your face.

"I hate this. I hate not knowing whats on her mind. I hate not knowing what's bothering her." Jisung says to Changbin.

"I know Ji." Changbin says hand going to your back now.

"Are you going to let Felix and them know the dates off tonight." Jisung says and Changbin nods.

"I don't think she could deal with every one tonight." Changbin says and Jisung nods to him this time.

Changbin gets up from the couch and goes outside onto your porch and calls Chan.

"Hey." Changbin says.

"Hey love. Where'd you and Jisung go? We got home and you both weren't there. Felix woke up and you weren't there." Chan says concerned.

"Y/N. I called her and she was crying." Changbin says.

"What happened?" Chan says concerned.

"I don't know. We got here and she broke down in Jisungs arms. He's currently holding her and she fell asleep. I didn't ask her what was going on. Shes not okay right now and not in the right mind for a date." Changbin says.

"Yeah I get it. Watch over her and stay with her. Make sure shes okay." Chan says concerned.

"I will." Changbin says to his boyfriend.

"Good. I love you. Tell Jisung I love him too. Let me know if you guys are staying the night so I don't wait up for you." Chan says.

"I will. I love you too. I'll let him know." Changbin says and Chan hangs up at his boyfriends words.

Changbin sighs running a hand through his hair. He was really into you. He really hoped you know that all of the boys are into you.

Changbin steps into the house closing the door. He walks to the couch and sees Jisung asleep just like you were on his chest. He sits beside you both.

He might as well get some sleep now with you both here. Maybe you had a blanket around here somewhere. He walked to a closet at the end of the hallway and opens it. A blanket sitting there. He grabs it and brings it to the couch. He wraps it around you, Jisung, and himself.

He wrapped his hands around you and Jisung cuddling into you both. He closed his eyes hoping when he'd wake up you'd be more willing to talk about everything.

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Chapter 32: Two Sides of the Same Coin

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“Roles are reversed compared to the first time I met you.”

He watched Mouse frown before her brow softened and a laugh left her. “Yeah, I guess they are.”

“So…You want to talk?”

Standing from his office chair, Mouse shuffled her way to the couch, sitting on the other end. She rewrapped herself in the blanket, getting comfortable before she simply…stared at him.

“I got you good.” She snickered, eyeing the bruise on his face.

He huffed a laugh and nodded. “Proud of that one?”

“Little bit, yeah. I think it was a well deserved punch for the moment.”

Swallowing his pride, Seungcheol turned to her, sitting crisscrossed. “I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I said. It was childish of me to infer that you were trying to make your way to the top, I am really sorry for that. The moment I said it, I wanted to take it back. I’m also sorry for inferring that you didn’t care about the guys. I know you do, I know you care for the guys so much and you’ve done nothing in the last months of knowing you to show you didn’t care or anything to break our trust. Thinking back…I realized I held jealousy for the attention and affection you showed them. I felt left out in all honesty.”

He watched as Mouse nodded along to his words, sitting quietly as he spoke.

“I know it’s weird telling you that I like you. I know that I need to regain your trust, and I know things get complicated with Joshua, Jeonghan in the mix, and you. It’s all…complicated and I'm going to stop myself before I continue to ramble…”

“This reminds me of when Jeonghan and I got into a fight in a way.” She started, shaking her head. “I told him that I couldn’t hate him. However, with him, I said I wanted to punch him. With you, I got to punch you.”

That was good, right? Not hating him? Right?

“Like I said, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, bullying was the worst, but hearing you of all people, someone I’d even call a friend at that point, insinuating I was whoring myself around when in actuality I was listening to Hongjoong ramble on for an hour about the youngest in Ateez and how they are a menace to society. Chris was talking about some show he and Felix were watching and if I’ve seen it. For one thing, Hongjoong is gay, look at him. Hand flick and all, fruit variety. The sign is bright and blinking. Chris was just fucking around.”

Mouse huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, sitting back against the armrest of the couch. “And it wasn’t even Hongjoong’s idea to get you mad, this is Siyeon’s fault-” She froze and one of her hands clamped over her mouth.

Blinking once, twice, Seungcheol stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing- You didn’t hear anything-”

“Siyeon came up with this idea?”

“Cheol, don’t-”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, standing up, ready to lay into Siyeon when the device was pulled from his hands.

“You don’t get to kill my friend!” Mouse held the phone away from him, sending him a glare. “Even if she caused this mess.”

“I’m gonna kill her, Mouse.” He reached for his phone but she was quick to drop her down her sweatshirt, crossing her arms.

“No, you can’t.”

Sending her a tired glare, Seungcheol huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Give me my phone.”

“Hm…No.” Mouse shook her head.

“Give me my phone, please.”

“Nah.”

“Maybe I don’t like you and I hate you.”

“Sure, Jan.” She snickered. “Now sit down, I wasn’t done talking.”

He stared her down, but deep down he knew that he wasn’t going to win this battle. Seungcheol flopped into his seat, pouting like a child, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m gonna kick her ass.”

“I’m sure you will.” Mouse scoffed a laugh, pulling his phone from her shirt and placing it in her lap. “But yes, Siyeon did admit to me that this all was…her fault, but in her defense, she stated that it would help us realize something .”

“Oh…” The pout he wore faded and his cheeks flushed. He avoided Mouse’s gaze, sinking into the cushions. “That…makes sense at least.”

“Seungcheol,” His eyes snapped to look at her, seeing the apprehension behind her eyes. “I’m somewhat sure of what my feelings are for you. I was happy being friends with you, talking with you, and getting to know you, and anything more than that involves longer conversations with Jeonghan and Joshua. I can forgive you, I think kicking your ass in a fighting ring was beneficial for me at least. I don’t want to rush things. I don’t want you to get your hopes up so quickly. However, I think the three of you need to have a conversation that I am not present for. I think it would be best to…air some grievances between you guys.”

“So you want Joshua to hit me again?” Raising a thick brow, he did hold some hope in his heart, both for his relationship with Joshua and his relationship with Mouse.

Mouse laughed at that, shaking her head. “I think I can talk him down from another fight as long as you don’t fuck up like that again.”

“Trust me when I say I will never pull shit like that again. I promise that on SVT.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Cheol.” She gave a smile before a yawn was wrecking through her. “God damn it. I should go back to bed.”

“I think we both should.”

Standing up, Seungcheol waited for Mouse to move, watching her stand up, securing the blanket around her before handing his phone back. In a comfortable silence, the two exited the office, heading down the hall to their respective rooms. He stopped at the door to the room she claimed, sliding his hands into his pockets as he waited for her to go in.

“Goodnight. Hopefully we can both get some sleep.” She whispered, slowly cracking the door open, hoping to keep the noise to a minimum with how light of a sleep Jeonghan was.

He snickered under his breath, nodding. “Goodnight, Mouse. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once the door was fully closed behind her, he placed himself against the wall, sighing with a stupid smile spread on his face. He scoffed at himself, shaking his head, knowing his heart was definitely beating out of his chest.

He was going to make it up to her, he was determined to, especially with her acknowledgement of feelings. While the thought of talking with Joshua was going to be hard with the other man only talking business when necessary, Seungcheol was ready to face whatever Joshua had to say.

Hopefully Jeonghan would be a decent mediator between the two…

“Why did you call a meeting with the three of us?” Jeonghan strolled into the warehouse office, a hop to his step and curious lilt to his voice.

Joshua trailed in behind Jeonghan, hands shoved into his trouser pockets, a deadpanned, almost uninterested gaze on his face. Seungcheol sighed, standing and nodding his head to the door.

“Lock it, we need to chat.”

Though his head was tilted with interest, Jeonghan did as he was told before placing himself at his usual spot at the conference table. Joshua followed, sitting across from his friend while Seungcheol sat at the head, clearing his throat.

“Mouse…said we should talk.” He started, flicking her gaze between his friends, gauging their reactions.

“She did?” While both answered the same, Jeonghan was surprised while Joshua held apprehension in his tone.

“Yeah. The other night she asked if she and I could talk and we did, but she also said that the three of us should talk.”

“The other night?” The youngest of the three looked to Jeonghan who slyfully looked away. “When?”

“What can I say? You are a heavy sleeper. She usually slips out when you are absolutely gone, dude.”

Shooting the middle of the three a glare, Joshua bit his tongue. Jeonghan hummed, resting an elbow on the table, head in hand, and smiling deviously at Seungcheol.

“So, Cheolie~ What did this conversation entail?”

“I apologized for what I said, stating it was childish of me and some other things.” He was being vague, he knew it, but Seungcheol didn’t want Jeonghan all up in his business just yet. “It was a simple conversation of building trust up again, how I felt, stuff like that. She said she can forgive me.”

“Anything else?” Jeonghan probed, eyes gleaming with interest.

“Nothing I’m going to say to you right now.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “But she thinks that we should talk and air out our issues and concerns.”

“Concern number one!” Jeonghan piped up, leaning closer to Seungcheol. “Do you actually like Mouse?”

“Yeah. I do, in fact, like her.”

“Hm, so those lunches you took her to were…dates?”

“Oh my god, Han, shut up.” Joshua sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Cool, so you like her, what makes you think that liking her will get you anywhere with her?”

“I’m not concerned about that.” Seungcheol started matter-of-factually, folding his hands on the table.

“Why? Why?” Jeonghan’s eyes were wide like a child at a candy store. “Why are you not concerned?”

“Jeonghan! Why are you so fucking eager about this?” Hitting his hand on the table, Joshua rose to his full height.

The heavy roll of Jeonghan’s eyes had Seungcheol puzzled, stunning at the sudden outburst from the usually calm one of the three. Jeonghan turned to face Joshua, sitting back in his seat.

“Unlike you, Joshua, I’m content with my relationship. I don’t fear Mouse flirting and I don’t fear Mouse going off and cheating. You were the only curveball but I saw it from a mile away and purposely got you together. I trust Mouse to communicate with me, just as she put trust in you and I to do the same.” Jeonghan let a sigh puff out from his chest. “If Mouse does like Seungcheol, I don’t see a problem with that, because I’m happy if she is happy, and I’m not concerned about either of you stealing her from me.”

“In my defense, I don’t want to steal her-”

“Stay out of this, Cheol.” Joshua snapped. “Jeonghan, don’t assume that I’m insecure about my relationship with Mouse. I trust Mouse because I understand where you are coming from in regards to this relationship. I don’t trust him with our girlfriend because I don’t know what’s going to come out of his stupid fucking mouth..”

Throwing his hand out, Joshua pointed at Seungcheol, eyes never leaving Jeonghan. The latter rolled his eyes once more, scoffing a laugh under his breath. The more the conversation went on, the more stunned Seungcheol became, eyebrows furrowed together with his mouth agape.

“Yeah, totally not insecure. Are you jealous, Shua?”

Taking a breath and dropping his hand back to the table, Joshua tried to calm down. “I’m not jealous, but I’m terrified right now.”

That had Jeonghan frowned, sitting straight. Seungcheol shook his head, joining in the frowning at Joshua.

The leader cleared his throat, righting himself. “Terrified? Dude, what's going on?”

Joshua swallowed thickly, letting his eyes shift between Jeonghan and Seungcheol. There was something internal he was fighting, his arms and shoulders tight with tension before his shoulders dropped. “Since…her apartment got broken into, I’ve had this uncomfortable pit in my stomach. I feel like I’m being watched when I know I’m not. I’ve had guards everywhere and they are finding nothing. I’m having Wonwoo check street cameras and he is finding nothing. Something doesn’t seem right and I’m terrified. I haven’t been this scared since Shownu and Kihyun kicked your ass into the hospital, Cheol.”

“Josh..” Seungcheol stood and pushed his seat back, dropping his shoulders. He reached out and placed a hand on the other’s shoulders. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Because I’m worried that it’s nothing, meaning I’m just hallucinating, and I’ve been trying to be there for Mouse while she is going through all this bullshit.”

“Is that why you’ve been with Wonwoo all the time?” Jeonghan questioned, a frown still plastered on his face, only for Joshua to nod.

Seungcheol gave a squeeze to his friend’s shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort for the anguish he has been silently going through.

“What was it that you said back when Jeonghan and I were arguing about Mouse?” Seungcheol thought for a moment, wracking his brain. “Oh! ‘ We are brothers. We stick together, we figure things out together, and we don’t let the others get hurt.’ We have your back, we have Mouse’s, and we will figure this all out. I know you are still probably mad at me, but you can always come to me when you need something.”

“I sounded pretty smart back then.”

“Back then? It has only been a few months!” Jeonghan laughed, seemingly lightening the mood.

“Oh.” Seungcheol chimed in. “Would this be a bad time to tell you guys that Siyeon was the one that set up Hongjoong and Chris to flirt with Mouse?”

“All I’m saying is that coming back to work with a pile of paperwork wasn’t what I wanted.” Strolling into Seokmin’s office and closing the door behind you, you tossed the file onto his desk, falling into the seat across from him. “Hi.”

“Good afternoon, honey.” He hummed, peering over his glasses rims to see you. “And I didn’t place those there, that was the big boss above me.”

You gave a pout, brushing some hair from your face. “Of course it was.”

“I heard down the grapevine that three of our friends had a private meeting.”

You sat up straight, beaming. “Really? They actually talked?”

“I mean, when I saw them last night they were laughing together for the first time since the thing.”

“You aren’t fucking with me, right?”

He snickered, shaking his head. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you are my best friend and you are friends with Hannie.”

“Valid but no, I am not fucking with you.” He sat back in his desk chair, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“That’s good.” A small weight lifted from your shoulders, easing some of the tension that was held in your muscles. “That’s great.”

“Also, your building got fitted with the new security systems now. No one can get into the main parts of the building without a personal code which I am having everyone set up. All of the apartment doors have keypads now. I’m working on the parking garage but that takes more time.”

Nodding along, you sighed, a smile on your face. “Thank you, really.”

“I added more security to your apartment.” That had you tilting your head. “I know you don’t really like living in the penthouse, it’s a lot, especially with all of us going in and out at odd hours. I had our guys put an extra lock on the inside of the door and when you want to go back, Wonu wants your permission to add some panic buttons.”

“I’ll…” You paused. “Yeah, I might want to try and go this weekend, but I’ll probably ask Hannie and Shua to come and stay with me.”

Seokmin snickered. “I mean, Cheol is always there too.”

“Oh god, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, slouching once more. “Him and I…still need to figure everything out. But him talking with the other two is a good step.”

“Anyways,” Seokmin started, “When’s your first official date?”

“Goodbye.” Standing up, you shook your head as he laughed. “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan held your hand, standing in front of your apartment door.

Joshua put his arm over your shoulder, one of your bags slung over his other shoulder. “We can always turn around and head back.”

“No!” You shook your head. “Sorry, no. I’m okay.”

“Y/N, is that you?” Ms. Nina’s voice had you perking up, looking past Jeonghan to see the woman. “Oh it is! Look at you.”

Shuffling over, she shooed Jeonghan out of the way, which he gladly parted from you for, letting the older woman fawn over you. Joshua removed his arm, watching with a small, amused smile as she took your face into her hands, moving you all about. “I have been so worried about you and that friend of yours that owns the building has been so sweet in getting new security and making sure everyone is comfortable.”

“Hi, yeah, hello.” Your shoulders dropped, along with the tension you had, and you managed to smile. “He is very sweet, one of my best friends. Speaking of other friends, Ms. Nina, this is Jeonghan and Joshua, my boyfriends.”

She paused, looking at you before looking at the taller men staring close. “Hm.” Was all she managed to give along with a tilt of her head.

“Oh- Oh my god.” Jeonghan nearly dropped your bag, elbowing Joshua before they both were bowing their heads respectfully.

“There it is.” She laughed, placing her hands on your shoulders and laughed, all sweet and happy.

“Huh?” You peered at your boyfriends’ bowed heads before looking back at her.

“We heard you left the country.” Joshua lifted his eyes and she laughed once more.

“Oh lift your heads, no need to be so formal after all these years.” Waving the two off, she winked at you. “Let’s talk inside, shall we?”

Swallowing your anxiety, you looked to the apartment door, knowing you hadn’t been back since the day you went to make sure what was lost. You never asked the state in which the apartment was left in…

“Go on, you got them and me with you.” Ms. Nina gave a small pat to your back.

With Seokmin having set your door code, you reached out with a shaky hand, tapping in the code. A beep followed with the sound of the lock turning, leaving a silence that filled the hallway. Turning the handle, you pushed the door open, much like you did the night you returned home from the ball. With your eyes closed, you reached in blindly to flip the hallway light on.

“Oh you boys were busy.” Ms. Nina said, followed by Jeonghan snickering.

“Come on~ Open your eyes.” Jeonghan placed a kiss on your cheek, “We promise it’s okay.”

Mustering the courage, you cracked your eyes open, sucking in a deep breath that you held deep within your chest.

Inside, the apartment was clean, no longer littered with fragments of torn furniture and broken items. Long gone was the smashed TV, replaced with a new one now mounted on the wall from where you stood in the entrance.

Stepping forward into the apartment, you let your eyes continue to wonder about, taking in the new items. Your old computer desk was gone, replaced with an L-shaped one with a new set up of monitors and a sleek, new and shiny computer tower sitting in the corner of the desk. The books and small decor items were either replaced or placed almost back in their proper places. The picture frame with your graduation pictures was new, sitting where it originally was on your computer desk.

The sound of the door shutting had you jumping out of your skin, being calmed by Ms. Nina’s hand on your back and a smile on her face for an apology.

“Hannie…Shua…” Looking back to them, both simply smiled, kicking their shoes off to follow you inside. “What did you do?”

“Us? Baby, you have a whole army behind you.” Jeonghan laughed. “Between us, ATZ, and-”

“Ahh-” You cut him off, panic written on your face as you motioned to Ms. Nina. “Shut the fuck up?!”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t need to worry yourself over that.” She laughed, pinching your cheek which only had you even more confused.

“Ms. Nina…or Rheia, as we know her, knows very well the work we do.” Joshua stepped in, lifting your chin and kissing your forehead before he was walking in and dropping your bag on the couch.

“Wait-” You held your own face now, eyes wide when staring at her. “You-”

“A long thirty years with Psy when we were younger.” She hummed, glancing around. “I knew the instant you showed up in that dress what business you were involved with. Seeing that little friend Jongho of yours wasn’t hard to piece things together after.”

“And you know-”

“When MX and us branched off, Psy helped us, and she was there helping him for a while more in a consultant type position.” Jeonghan hummed.

“Ay, don’t knock these old bones, I still do.” She scolded, seeing Jeonghan snicker.

“Holy fuck, I’m surrounded by you people.”

“ Rheia, what are you doing in the city?” Joshua ignored your internal breakdown.

“Well for one, I can’t leave those idiots alone with the new guy Psy put in charge, he still needs a lot to learn, that’s why Psy is still around and so am I. Secondly, I’m only here for a little while longer, I’ll be heading to my winter home down south soon until the new year.”

“Is that why you always leave for Christmas?!” You quietly screamed to yourself, leaning yourself back against the couch. “Wait- Mother fuckers!”

Turning, you pointed at both Joshua and Jeonghan then motioned around. “Do not tell me you all-”

“Hey- whoa.” Jeonghan put his hands up. “This was a collaborative task. Us, ATZ, 99 line, and DC helped pitch in. We sourced everything legally and stuff was collected from extras…sales…everything like that…”

You moved quickly, pulling open the cabinets in your kitchen, seeing the similar dishware to your original ones. Moving once more, you shuffled down the hall and threw the bathroom door open. It was clean, no longer ruined with a shredded mattress and old bed frame, your clothes, and personal items destroyed around the room. A new vanity was where you old one ways and a stack of new make up piled together with a bow on top. The closet was fixed with your belongings away and clothes properly hung up, even the dress from the ball.

Wait-

“Which one of you got me a bigger bed?”

Walking back into the living room, Ms. Nina, Jeonghan, and Joshua were sitting in the living room.

“Guilty.” Jeonghan raised a hand, sending a wink your way. “Listen, if we are adding Seungcheol into this-”

“I never agreed-” Joshua cut in.

“Shut up, I wasn’t talking to you,” Jeonghan silenced him before continuing. “Anyways, we could barely fit comfortably if we tried so I sized it up to a king-”

“You are dating some interesting men, sweetheart.”

“Oh, tell me about it.”

"We know you don’t like when we do everything over the top, but was everything okay here?” Jeonghan had his head resting on your shoulder, both of you waiting for Joshua to come join the pile in bed.

Laying on your back, you nodded, carding a hand through his hair slowly. “You didn’t have to, none of you did…but I appreciate it a lot, Hannie.”

“When we asked who wanted to help, it turned into who didn’t want to help.” Entering the room, now comfortable in his pajamas, Joshua slid into bed on your other side, draping an arm over your waist and resting his head on the pillow. “Wonwoo got the computer stuff with Cheol. DC got all the makeup and clothes, fixed the closet. Jongho managed to find similar dishes and got the guys to get the couch and TV. The guys of 99 line were helping get your books since your old ones were ruined…”

“I’ll have to thank them later.” You yawned, feeling Jeonghan pull the covers up snuggly. “For the first time in a while…I think I might sleep through the night.”

“Good, I don’t want you getting up.” Jeonghan hummed, his face getting pressed comfortably into your neck. “Goodnight, love. Night, Shua.”

Joshua bid you both a goodnight, followed not long with you, drifting peacefully into the night of slumber.

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Market Mingle and *Tea*lights.

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,593 words

Content: None really. Pure fluff.

Follow up to The Gift of Giving.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You happen to run into Simon at the local market and take the opportunity to spend some time with him shopping. Who can resist a little mingling and maybe a spot of tea after?

(Tea-lights is a stupid play on Delights...)

(Special shout-out to @mysticalzombiecheesecake who asked to be tagged.)

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

What better way to spend your day than outside and at the local market? It was a little later in the day than you expected, but sleeping in is also nice. You were lucky to have a remote job and generally didn't have to deal with office life. This afforded you a lot of leeway when it came to work-life balance, but nothing was better than actual time off to get out and do things for yourself.

The market itself was a great place. Vendors were always swapping out and there were a variety of trinkets, tools, clothing, food and more up for barter. The fact that it also bordered a nearby park helped for escaping the crowded stalls at a moments notice. You hiked your bags up on your shoulder.

What you didn't expect to find at the market was Simon. But there he was, three vendors down in his usual mask, a dark hoodie and jeans, and standing taller than most everyone else around him. He seemed fixated on something you couldn't make out from your position.

Wanting to be sure it was him, and you weren't suffering some visual hallucination, you pull out your phone and send a message

You: Hey Simon! How goes today? What are you up to?

You see him reach in his pocket and pull out his phone.

Simon: It goes. I'm out right now. Simon: Are you looking to meet up again?

You smile as you read his message. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you slowly make your way over to him. You step lightly and walk slowly, hiding behind people as you closed the distance. You were sure you were going to get the drop on him, when he turned around suddenly to face you; his fist pulled back to his side.

His eyes softened as he realized it was just you and he relaxed his fist.

“Hey.” He says in his flat, gravelly voice. “Shouldn't try and sneak up on me, could get hurt.”

“Nah,” You say, waving away his warning. “You'd never hurt me.” You smile.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask. “No pressure.” You add, raising your hands up.

He nods.

“Sure. Just planned to wander, so might be here a while.” He says, returning his attention to the item that had caught his attention.

You crane your head and move around to get a better view of it. Its a multi-tool. It looks old and is rusted, likely not useful for actual use, but if he's focused on it, it means something to him. You take in his interrogation of the tool as he looks it over several times.

“Gonna buy it?” You ask softly.

“Dunno.” He shrugs.

'Always giving away so little.' You think before taking position up beside him. He gives you a side eye, but stays silent.

After a few more minutes of looking over the tool and other wares, he turns and starts to walk away. You pivot on the spot and start walking with him, keeping pace to his longer stride.

Simon briefly stops at a stall selling blankets and gives them a look over, running his hands over the soft fabric and examining the colourful patterns. He looks at you again and simply says, “Not as good as my throw.”

Your heart skips a beat and your soul astral projects around the city before crashing back into your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the fact that, in his own way, he just gave you a compliment. He liked your throw, and now compared it to every other one he came across. You had no way of hiding your pleased embarrassment as the red spread across your face, but you managed to get out a low, “I'm glad you like my gift.”

“Mmm." He replies without looking at you.

He moves on to the next stall, this one selling a variety of books that must be well out of print. You can smell the earthy, musky aroma of the old pages as you both step up to the stand. Your eyes dart over the selection of old material; the vendor offering a bit of everything from manuals to romance novels to kitschy sci-fi books.

It was only by happenstance that you looked up to see the glimmer in Simon's eye as he also took in the fascinating sight of the selection before him. He reached down and picked up a particularly damaged booklet. The words on the cover were worn mostly off from age, and the spine had clearly seen better days. But you were able to make out a faint image of a series of guns and what looked like the picture of a World War II uniform. You smile warmly, it's very in line with what he seemed interested in.

“You should get it.” You say as you finger the pile of sci-fi books. You grab a few and begin reading the back.

“You think?” Simon asks genuinely.

“Yeah.” You give him an enthusiastic nod. “Would go well with the collection you already have.”

“Hmm.” He ponders the possibility of the purchase.

You can't help but chuckle at some of the synopsis of the books you have and stack them in your arms. You are definitely getting these.

Simon still seems unsure of the booklet, so you reach over and take it gently from his hands and add it to your stack. “We'll take these.” You say as you turn to the elderly woman tending the stand.

She flashes you a crooked smile and quickly tallies the books total.

“That'll be five pound twenty-five.” She says with a hoarse voice. “Need a bag, love?” She inquires as you rummage through your wallet.

“No, thank you.” You smile, handing her the exact change.

You turn back to Simon who simply stares at you as you hand the booklet back to him. “That was unnecessary.” He grunts, though still taking the booklet from your hand.

“You're welcome.” You say, ignoring his comment. You shove the books into one of the bags tucked under your arm, and see that Simon is already heading off to the next table. Though his eyes are still very much on the booklet.

Simon stops in front of a stand selling cured meats and starts placing an order, clearly having been here before. You watch as his mood shifts; he's not quite pleasant, but he's much nicer to the man currently filling several wrappers with a variety of goods.

You stand there quietly as he the friendly man hands over the meats in a bag and Simon pays. You're interest is piqued by his selections, offering a small look into the man who keeps himself well guarded.

“Having a party?” You ask with a hint of cheekiness as he notices you staring.

“Maybe.” He grunts.

“Am I invited?” You say, pressing him.

“No.” He huffs, once again making off for his next destination.

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After a few more stops, he makes his way to a shop that takes you by surprise; soaps and shampoos. You had to admit that he did always smell great, but he didn't seem the type to buy such things in front of people – friends – so carefree.

His eyes tactically scanned the offerings as if looking for something specific. You couldn't resist taking a look as well, picking up a bar of soap labelled 'Nomad.'

“Earthy and adventurous with a smoky note and hint of pine.” You say, reading the label. “Huh...” You take a sniff. “Smells nice!” You smile.

You set it back down and pick up another one; 'Midnight Forest.'

“Deep moss scent with cedarwood, and a touch of herbs.” Again you sniff it. You purse your lips, unconvinced.

Simon's attention is split between his search and your inquisitive exploration of the soap.

“Going to buy one?” He asks.

You shrug, picking up another one.

“Stealth.” You say.

Simon's eyes lock on the bar of soap.

“An invigorating mix of sandalwood, black peppercorn and a citrus zest.”

You see his hand twitching at his side, quickly realizing you found the one he was looking for, but he's too damn prideful to tell you. You smile, and enjoy the moment. You play with the bar of soap, examining it closely. “What do you think, Simon? Should I get this one?”

“Get what you want.” He says with annoyance. You can see he's grinding his teeth.

You look the soap over once more before deciding to put it down, instead you grab a bar of the 'Nomad,' and pay for it. Shoving it in the bag with your books.

“I'll wait for you over there.” You say, pointing to a quiet area where the market thins out.

You walk away before he can respond. As fun as it was to tease him, you decided to give him a little privacy to make his purchase. You understand its just soap to you, but to him its one more glimpse into his private life.

You look at your bag and books and chuckle at the realization you didn't get much of anything, despite the list you had in your head when you arrived. 'Oh well.' you think, you can always come back.

You see Simon make his way towards you with his usual steady, confident pace, he gives you a nod before stopping a few paces in front of you.

“Got everything I need.” He says with his gruff voice, pulling the bags up briefly to show you. “How about you?”

“No...” you admit, shaking your head, “but I can come back tomorrow, its getting late and I should be heading home.”

Simon nods, and jerks his head to the side, a silent signal that he will walk you to the other side of the market. You smile and nod back, once again walking by his side.

“It was good to see you here, Simon.” You say as you two weave through the crowd.

“Yeah.” He says. His voice is so low and soft you almost didn't hear him.

“Want to get together soon?” You inquire as you two reach your parting destination. “Its been a while.” You add.

“Yeah.” His voice still quiet and soft. “Soon.” He speaks up.

“Perfect, message me when you want me to come over. We can do a movie night or something.”

“Sounds good.” He says. He goes to walk away but stops. Simon examines the bags in his hand and then gazes back at you. He lets out a heavy breath. “You live close by, yeah?” He inquires.

You nod. “Yeah... maybe a ten minute walk?”

“Show me.” Simon commands. “Show me where you live.” His voice is low and gravelly.

“OK, wow... that was a bit threatening...” You say, jerking your head back in surprise. “Why do you want to go to my place?” You ask, furrowing your brow.

“You know where I live.” He says flatly. “You've seen my flat. I want to see yours.”

You consider his request as he stares you down. You know you both do and don't have a choice. If you told him no, he would probably respect it... but it risked bucking the relationship you two had. You take a deep breath. 'Fair is fair.' You think.

“Alright, Simon.” You agree. You motion in the direction of your flat with a wave of your hand before taking off, leaving him behind as he did to you earlier.

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The walk to your flat was mostly uneventful. Simon spent a majority of it taking in the sights, sounds and people; likely never having been to this part of town before. Not a big surprise to you, he likely didn't venture far from his flat on the best of days.

“Not a bad place.” Simon mumbles as you both approach the small building.

It was a pretty basic building; ten units per level over four levels. Small balconies dotting across the exterior. A typical grey-black facade blended the building into the rest along the street. Small shrubs and flowers ran the perimeter of the buildings and filled the air with fragrant scents.

You usher him toward the entrance, typing in your code to enter the building. Simon follows strangely close behind you, but you try not to give it too much attention.

As you enter the flat, you gesture to the bag in his hand. “I'll put it in the fridge until you leave.”

He hands the bag over.

“Take a look around.” you say, giving him permission to roam freely.

Simon sets about your place in a tactical manner, following a path he created in his mind the moment he crossed the threshold of your doorway. He passed the kitchen with little interest and made his way to the living room, taking in the more lived-in feeling of the place. Pictures of your family are spread over the wall between paintings of forests and lakes, and children's art. Your TV stand and bookshelves are filled with reading material and figurines and trinkets. The room is overwhelming to him, the feeling of warmth and coziness curated causes his stomach to twist. He turns quickly and makes his was slowly but steadily towards the hallway.

He disappears from view and you let out a relieved sigh that you cleaned the flat. While he explores your bedroom and office, you put the kettle on and start making some tea. You grab some biscuits from the cupboard and plate them, setting them on the table.

You place two mugs on the counter as the kettle starts to whistle. The sounds seems to stir Simon's interest and he makes his way back to the kitchen. You stand there with a mug in hand, tea bag steeping.

“Thought you might stay for a cup?” You ask softly, handing him the hot mug.

He takes the mug from your hand, briefly touching your fingers.

“Have a seat.” You say, your heart jumping a bit at his touch.

You grab you own mug from the counter and take a seat across from Simon. You take a biscuit from the plate and dip it in your tea before taking a chomp out of it. You lean back in your chair and swallow the sweet treat.

“So whats the verdict?” You ask with a bit of playfulness. Its your flat, so you don't have to give a shit about rules one or two here -or any of them really - but especially those two. Your dynamic was changing and the rules were already bending, but being in your flat still gave you a bit more control. A bit more power.

“I can see several security concerns.” Simon replies flatly, moving his mask down to sip his tea. “But I suppose for a civilian, it will do.”

Was he joking?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Homey.” He adds, not looking at you.

“Well... you're welcome to visit any time.” You say.

He lets out a guttural growl.

You just look at him warmly, knowing you're assaulting him with a lot of stimulus. His mind must be working a mile a minute, so you let him think.

You take another drink of you tea. Sometimes just sitting in silence is enough.

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missbuckyhellfire · 4 months ago

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This Will Be My Year: Eddie Munson

Part Five: Welcome To Hellfire

Warnings: Some Language, Flirting, Sexual Innuendos, NO NSFW AND SMUT content in this chapter.

Previous Part

Even though Audra had ditched Jason, he didn’t want to let her go that easily. He continued to send her flowers with a card each day. At this point, Audra was amused but a tad bit creeped out by the gifts. It was kind of soon to be receiving gifts, especially since they were daily and she had no fuckin clue who was giving them.

Eddie seemed to be on his nerves with the gift giving as well. He wasn’t too sure of what these gifts were. Were they legit signs of admiration for the only female of his club? Or were they a form of mockery? He has seen it before with Gareth and was not going to let it happen again.

Little did he know that Jason was trying to do both. You see, he wanted to take Audra out, with getting her out of the freaks reach. By taking her out on a date , he will also be pissing off the freak. However, he was not having any type of luck except for a couple “fuck you’s” from the apple of his eye.

While she was having the top grades of her class, she also took the time to ensure that she helped her cousin and his friends with their homework. This was especially true on campaign day, namely her first session with Hellfire. The boys were running around trying to figure everything out with their characters while Audra got ready in her room. She was wearing the hellfire shirt and busy putting her hair in a high ponytail with a black scrunchie. All while dragging the kitchen phone cord to her room so she could talk to Robin.

“So you are ditching us to go to the nerd fest? If you wanted nerdy we could have picked out some flick at the video store.” Robin complained to her.

“Yea, but DnD is different, it isn’t predictable like the corny ass movies you been renting!” Audra chuckles as she twists the scrunchie in her hair and pulled out small strands of red hair in front of her face.

“Come on though, isn’t everything that Eddie does unpredictable, there is a reason why he is called the freak Audra.” Audra could sense Robin’s eye roll on the other end of the line.

“I will call him a freak if I see him act like one.” Audra sighs. Sure, dude got a temper but she hasn’t seen anything that would discourage her from talking to him again.

“Fine don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Besides your too cute for a group of freaks anyways. You should hang out with people more attractive and I don’t know have a movie night with them?” Robin had laughed but realised she may have crossed the line.

“back at you Robin but I promised the group and it is going to be fun” Audra chuckled, trying to hide her flattery with Robin’s comment by giving her a compliment.

“What you think I’m cute?” Robin said after a couple moments of silence.

“Like in a straight way yes.” Audra had said slowly. “ I need to finish getting ready.”

“Straight people don’t say that babe. I knew you were not straight and that’s ok. But if it makes you feel any better, you’re the first chick to give me that compliment.” Robin tried to ease the conversation while hiding her whole shock of the situation.

“O..Oh” Was all that Audra could say. “Sorry if I made it weird.”

“It’s cool, it takes one to know one. I’m gay but I kinda figured. “Robin shrugged. “Just don’t fall for me Wheeler.” Audra heard a small chuckle from her.

“I am as far away from loving anyone else that anyone could ever be” Audra said adding some lip gloss onto her lips. “I am only down for some harmless flirting.” . She was not going to get hurt again by anyone for as long as she is able to.

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The drama room was full of laughter and smelt of BBQ chips and beer when Audra, Mike, Dustin and Lucas came inside. The group of old senior students had glanced at Audra and gave her a small wave as the younger boys had taken their seats.

The Dungeon Master had immediately locked eyes with the red head as soon as she came into the room. He stood up and gestured her to sit in the chair next to him. The older students had taken note of this and let out a soft chuckle to each other.

Audra sat next to him and smiled softly. He leant close to her and mumbled.

“You ready to get these boys to loose princess?”

“Loose, is that all we are trying to do here? Let’s destroy them, Also have you been drinking Munson?” Audra whispered back. The older student’s eyes never left them as they wondered what they were talking about.

“Right, destroying sounds better and I am almost of age it’s close enough” Audra had rolled her eyes at his response as she thought that drinking was stupid. But she didn’t want to start anything, she was here for dnd. Eddie did not seem to recognise her reaction as his mind was elsewhere.

Eddie was trying to hide his eagerness to having a small assistant for the session. It was a experience for sure since he never really collaborated with anyone before, but he got inspiration from Audra’s character and saw so much potential and development for the current campaign in her. He was also intrigued by her stats and spell abilities.

The boys were not too sure what to make it for. They were warned ahead of time that Audra would be a pawn for the session, but they were not expecting the persuasion that she put into her character. They knew not to trust her, but they were quite puzzled. Her character was yet to meet her, but her introduction was a persuasive performance.

Audra had explained to the group that Thia Nova was a wood elf from a land known as Ambrosia born to a family of bakers. At a young age she was sent to the academy where she trained to be a druid, and nearly finished graduating. She went on a cruise where she had met with a former flame, Danar, a half-elf. Upset, she had went on a few adventures with him and quit school realising that the academy was basically a cult. He left her again, even after she had faked her death to run away with him. Now, she is kidnapped by another former flame, a vampire prince who is not willing to let her go.

Eddie and Audra had took some important points out, especially factors such as the Drow that kidnapped her and took her down during their private session. They didn’t want them to be told everything.

“And we need to know this because?” Mike said shrugging it off. It wasn’t like Eddie to have a damsel in distress in his session. Usually, he focused on slaying beasts or mind flayers but this, a vampire prince was indeed a unique situation.

“Because it will be important to introduce this future character, and you need to save her ass” Eddie had matched Mike’s tone. “And your group ended up at a abandoned castle remember?”

Mike sighed, noticing the sudden change of his overall behaviour. Something was up between Audra and Eddie. He had a feeling that the two are going to fuck with them.

Throughout the entire session, the group would bicker amongst each other unsure who to trust. Especially with the Drow introduced as the “Marked One”, however there was no choice for them to. Eddie and Audra would casually glance with subtle smirks to each other, watching them struggle with the session they planned together.

Eddie had set up some simple, low hp enemies such as skeletons and some lower vampires to warm them up for the vampire prince that was going to be the conclusion. The group had took them down like they were nothing. It had boosted up their confidence, thinking they would have a change to take them down.

If only they knew.

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The group had finally reached the boss battle of the session. Eddie had them in the main dining hall. He described Thia, Audra’s character tied up to a chair with the vampire prince standing behind her. The group had brought the Drows head and tossed it on the table, hoping to get a reaction from him.

Eddie had only chuckled “The Vampire prince had shrugged and flashed a sly smile to the intruders. “You are bringing me something that has been a long time coming to the Drow. You however will be in a similar shape by the time that I am done with you””. He had reached over and put his hand around Audra’s neck. Even though they had talked about it earlier, it was still a shock to the two of them. Her neck was so soft against Eddie’s callused hand, and he was in deep thought for a moment as Audra was too spaced out, rather enjoying the new undiscovered feeling.

It was Audra that had broken the uneasiness of the group. “P…Please heroes get me out of here!” Unconsciously, she had let out a soft whimper in the absence of his grip as he raised it to her cheek and rubbed it slowly. With this, he had placed oh so slight friction on her jaw, making her look into his brown eyes. Both were frozen in the spot.

He nervously cleared his throat, sensing the tension between the two of them “Do you think she will make a good vampire bride?”.

“Eddie, remember what I said before. “Mike warned. He along with the group were definitely sure that the two were going to bone sooner or later. But Mike doesn’t want his dungeon master banging his cousin. Audra glanced at Eddie in confusion and he had brushed it off.

“I am aware of your concerns and I will not dream of it Mike” He had rolled his eyes. He can admit that doing the session with Audra is a lot of fun. “Fine, fine, I will end the foreplay with Thia.” He had dropped his arm from her jaw and listened to the groups having mumbled amongst each other. “Ok then, you want to have fun? Roll initiative, including you Thia” He said as the group had looked at the Dungeon master in confusion.

“What? We agreed…” Audra began.

“Agreed to what? We never talked about you not being in combat, we only talked about role playing” He winked at her. “Roll for a survival check”

“Survival check? For what?” Audra was confused until he cleared his throat.

“The vampire prince had pushed Thia’s red hair to the side as he leans over to her gentle, soft neck and lets off a slow lick around her neck. He then punctures her neck with his fangs. He sucks for a couple moments before letting go followed by his pale hand whipping her blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.” He watched as she had rolled the dice and noted the 11. “Your safe for now”

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The session had ended quite quickly after that. The group had been taken down one by one as they tried to take down the Vampire. Eddie and Audra had expected it and of course had created a suitable ending to the session, bringing more dnd lore to the campaign.

They were all at zero hp and Thia was unconscious in the chair due to the additional blood loss that Eddie “forgot” to tell her about. The older group was three beers deep and were getting rather rowdy so Eddie thought it would be best to end the session. Audra was surprised with his composure as he was four beers deep.

“So, you all lie unconscious, tired and at the mercy of the vampire prince. He sends some servants to take your bodies to the dungeon while the prince takes his new bride to their wedding chambers. I am ending the session here and see you guys next week.” He said it so casually to the dumbfounded group. He stood up and began cleaning up.

“Um Eddie?” Dustin began.

“Yes my fooled one?”

“What. The. Fuck”

“Find out what happens next week, think the bandmates drank too much today” He shrugged. “I am going to clean up then drive home.”

“You think your going to be, ok? I will drive you home.” Audra offered.

“Shit I may have drunk a lot. Could you?” He said. He watched the older group wave and walk off “They Walk home each session they will be ok.”

The younger group of kids looked at Audra and waited for her and Eddie to finish cleaning up the room before they started to head out. Mike and Dustin would glance at each other every now and again knowing that Eddie usually would go off tipsy into the night with his buddies. God knows what they do after, and the younger group kind of wish they don’t know.

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Audra drives up to Eddie’s RV with a tipsy Eddie resting his head on her shoulder. She notices that there is a older busted up car next to the RV and she figures it is his parent’s car.

“At least your parents can keep an eye on you for now.” Audra comments. The comment sobered Eddie up for a good second.

“That’s funny, don’t got any of those. That’s my Uncle’s car, guess he got off work early” He said trying to hobble to open the door. Audra got up from the driver’s seat to help him out of the car. She opened the door and offered her hand to him, in which he takes. With a swift motion, she pulls him up and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as she walks him up to the door.

“It’s unlocked, can you bring me to my room? My booze does fuck all with my coordination” He says.

She opens the door, noticing that it is unlocked. She glances around and no one is in sight, but the shower can be heard. Eddie hobbles over in the direction to his bedroom, the only room in the RV that has a slight smell of cigarettes and weed. She pushed open the barely closed door.

His room was definitely not clean to say the least. Rock posters were plastered all over his walls and there was a faint smell of leather from the jacket hanging in his closet. By the scattered closet was a gorgeous guitar handing in a glass case.

“Hey you can look but you can’t touch her Audra” Eddie chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

“You truly are a horrible drunk, you drink like this often?” Audra asked. It was in her head all night if the drinking will be a normal thing. She knew some who didn’t drink like her, but it was stupid how some people could do something so irresponsible at a young age.

“Only when I am nervous” He stuttered.

“What about the game?” Audra had ushered Eddie to his bed. He shook his head and was trying to find a way to explain his behaviour to her.

“Like I drink during the sessions just not as much as I did tonight” He shrugged. “I just wanted everything to go right.” His honey brown eyes had looked at his feet and he smiled softly.

“Dnd is a game where nothing goes as planned” Audra chuckled softly “This comes from a player and former dungeon master. You should know this.”

“I know, I know, it’s just that. I want you to stay around. The shit with Jason and you being a goody-two shoes gets attention from everyone.”

“I am staying Eddie, You got me as a member of your club. I had a lot of fun tonight with you” She assured him. “ I also want to say sorry for hugging you, I didn’t know that you were not the hugging type.”

“No! I am!” He laughed. “ It’s just that a girl hasn’t hugged me like that in a long time. I am just used to the occasional girl… coming here”

Audra rolled her eyes “For a fling”

“Very rarely Audra, usually to…hang out…” Eddie had to pick his words very carefully about his job.

“I see.”

“I also want to make sure I did not overstep tonight as well when I was touching you. I know it did get a bit heated.” He muttered, thinking back to the more intimate moments during the session.

“No, we talked about it, I just didn’t expect to…”

“To what?”

Audra stopped herself. She didn’t want this now, she just had her heart broken from the girl of her dreams. She did feel intensity with his touch and all but she only wants to have fun now. She didn’t want to start anything that will lead to heart break. Just some flirting and fooling around for her, for now.

“Look it’s not important. I am just getting over a heartbreak right now and I don’t want to overstep as well. So let me know if I do anything that may break your trust ok?” Audra grabbed his hand and grasped it firmly as Eddie repeated the behaviour.

“Got it, just stop making it so persuasive then. You are making it hard for me to not blush when I see your lovely acting skills” He leant closer to her in that moment and let off a soft chuckle.

“You need to stop doing the same thing. You are very persuasive” Audra said back, continuing the flirting. She didn’t know where to stop the flirting and questioned if she wanted it to stop at this point.

“As Dungeon master, I must to entertain all members of the group” He smiled sarcastically.

“I am sure that helps you get the ladies.” Audra purred at him as she inched even closer. It was a sarcastic remark, but she wasn’t going to say that she admired a person who loved being in charge.

“Very few have gotten as close as you have princess.”

Their lips were brushing against each other at this point. It would have only taken a slight gust of wind to push their lips together. Yet they froze, the two of them looking at each other’s brown eyes. Eddie wanted to say something that she smelt nice or that he thought she was pretty. Audra was tempted to push their lips together but remembered that Mike and Dustin were in the car.

“Shit, I should let you get some sleep, don’t think your uncle would want to see you hung over.”

“He has seen worse sweetheart. But sure, I’ll see you Monday.” Eddie almost looked disappointed by lied down in the bed. Audra had taken notice of this, realising that she may have crossed the line. Yet, she didn’t know what to say or do.

“I’ll see you on Monday” Was the last thing she said before she left his room.

NEXT PART

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 month ago

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Girl of Another Hour | Garota do Momento AU

Chapter 2: Whispered Love Song

Word count: 3k

Warning: Strong language

Pairing: Beto x OC

[Masterlist]

After getting to know the other guests at the inn, Lydia got settled in her room. She needed to think about what to do next, she had to get a job or maybe go back to England and try to get a gig there, maybe her grandparents would believe her story and let her live with them? Highly unlikely

"Doll, are you coming to the party at the Gente Fina Club? I think you need some fun, you seem so nervous," Glorinha knocked on the door. "Everyone here is going, even Beatriz is borrowing one of my costumes."

"Gente Fina Club? What's that?"

"It's a club founded by a group of friends who are black activists, but everyone is welcome. They promote events, parties, classes… I work organizing the events there until I can open my own beauty salon."

"Ah Glorinha, I don't know. I'm not in the mood for parties, you know? I just got here and I'm not even where I'm supposed to be."

"So tell me the whole story, how did you end up here? And don't you come with 'you wouldn't believe me if I told you'."

"If you really wanna know…" Lydia mumbled. "I came from the future. I'm not from here, I bought a one-way time travel, I'm from 2019."

"You're right, I don't believe you," Glorinha laughed.

"Wow, this even sounds like the plot of that H.G Wells book, The Time Machine," Beatriz, their door neighbor, stopped by her friend. She couldn't help but listen to the conversation as she passed by.

"I don't blame you for not believing me, but do you know what this is?" Lydia pulled her phone out of her suitcase. "There's no signal because it wasn't invented yet, but you can see what's already inside."

"A small… screen?" Beatriz looked at the phone intrigued.

"And there's a photo, who is this boy?" Glorinha saw the picture of Nathan on the phone's lockscreen. "It looks like a mini TV."

"It's almost like that, it's called a smartphone. It's a phone, but I can take it anywhere. It also takes photos, you can film with it, it accesses the internet… the internet is like an infinite library of information inside the smartphones or computers," Lydia grabbed her laptop as well.

"Oh my God! But you have to be joking!" Glorinha gasped while Beatriz examined the device, fascinated.

"It does everything, it's a calculator, flashlight, gives you the weather forecast, you can read the news on it when there's signal, it works as a voice recorder, you can buy things with it, send messages to other people, listen to music, watch videos, it's an alarm clock, translator, it has games…"

"All that in this little thing?" Beatriz smiled amazed. "How is this possible? Show us, show us how it works!"

Lydia showed them some of the phone's functions and even took a selfie of them to show the device's potential.

"You take the picture and it's there! You don't need to develop it!" Glorinha touched the screen and laughed. "Look, either England is way ahead of us, or you're really from the future! How is it? Tell us how things are!"

"I don't know if I can talk about it too much," Lydia sat on the bed, not wanting to cause a commotion.

"Yeah… if you tell us too much, the future might be different, but tell us just a little bit, please!" Beatriz got on her knees next to the bed.

"Um… gay people can get married in several countries. The United Stated had a black president-"

"A black president? That's amazing!" Glorinha clapped in excitement. "So racism doesn't exist in the future?"

"Well, it does. I think it always will, but lots of people fight against it. I'm not gonna lie and say things are great, but it's better for minorities, thanks to the work that starts now."

"Good news at least," Beatriz seemed happy to know that despite everything, the world would evolve.

"But tell me something… you didn't answer. Who is the boy in the picture?" Glorinha pointed at the phone.

Lydia huffed as she lied down. She didn't even wanna think about that, let alone talk about it, but she couldn't run from the subject forever.

"This is Nathan. He was my best friend and I fell in love with him in 2019. He was already married, so my plan was to go back ten years and win him over before his wife could, but I messed up really badly and now I'm here with no way of going back… so I'm stuck in this time period."

"My gosh," Beatriz frowned, she knew quite well that feeling of loneliness and helplessness. "If you came from 2019, you must have been born when? Late 90s?"

Lydia nodded and Glorinha took her hands, trying to comfort her.

"Not even your parents were born yet then? But look, you are not alone, my friend. If you don't have a family now, we can be your family, right Beatriz?"

"Right," she agreed. "Family is the one that chooses us, but also the one we choose for ourselves."

"Thank you, girls, I'll really need all the support I can get. Look at me, nobody is gonna take me seriously like this. I need new clothes, a job…"

"That's easy, Snow White," Glorinha caressed her friend's colorful hair. "But we'll think of that tomorrow, tonight you need to get a cute costume, we're going to Gente Fina. And don't even tell me you're not in the mood, it'll be a gas!"

Lydia sighed, there was nothing to be done, there was no use in losing her mind. That was her life now, so why not enjoy it?

"Very well, I'm gonna get ready. I have a costume I brought it for a fancy dress party that would happen in 2009, it should work."

In the suitcase, there was a long black wig along with a bodysuit and a cape, her Shazam costume that she wore to the last MCM. She put on the costume, the wig, and did some quick makeup with some eyeliner and red lipstick.

"Oh my!" Beatriz laughed in disbelief when she saw Lydia coming down the stairs. "You are…"

"Fantastic!" Ana Maria murmured. "That's a beautiful costume! Of course it's imported from England."

"I made it myself, Ana," Lydia smiled. "I can make you one too."

"As long as it's decent and not too expensive," Iolanda intervened in the conversation. "Let's go, the cab is waiting."

At the Gente Fina Club, Beto was talking to Ulisses while they drank some beer.

"I broke up with Bia," Beto said. "She's too spoiled, snobbish, childish…"

"She's only 17," Ulisses shrugged. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're demanding maturity she might not have?"

"Bia thinks she's better than other people, I'm done! I never promised to marry her, but I'll talk to her parents tomorrow. All I know, my friend, is that today there's no crying or lamenting, it's carnaval! Now I wanna move on, I wanna open my heart to the surprises life will bring."

"Like that dolly with the blue hair?" Ulisses chuckled. "You've been completely mesmerized since you first saw her. I'm starting to think you'll glue that photo you took of her above your bed."

"Oh, but that little Brit…" Beto let out a low whistle. "She's gorgeous."

"I think she might be Bloody Mary, we spoke of her and she showed up," Ulisses nudged his friend's arm and looked pointedly at the entrance.

Lydia now had black hair, wore a tight red bodysuit with a yellow lightning bolt on her chest, white cape and white boots. She stood out compared to what the other women wore.

Beto's heart stopped for a moment. She was even more stunning than he remembered. That outfit was incredible, every eye on the room was on her as if she was magnetic.

"Bloody hell…" Lydia murmured when she saw him.

"What is it?" Glorinha asked.

"That man, the blonde one with freckles, I met him earlier. He was the first person to help me out in Rio."

"He's with Ulisses, let's go, I'll introduce you properly."

Before she could though, Beto approached the ladies, taking off his hat and fixing the collar of his polo shirt.

"Hi," he smiled. "What a coincidence seeing you again today. How's your hand?"

"Ah, it's brand new, it's not the first time I need to punch some bellend trying to take advantage of me," Lydia laughed. She didn't want to, but every single time she saw him, her heart raced, the butterflies went crazy in her belly… but no, that wasn't right, it wasn't Nathan. Even if Nathan wouldn't be born for another thirty years.

"Good thing I was able to escape your fury."

"Oh I'm sorry, I was so nervous."

"No, it's okay. You ran so fast, we couldn't even talk. I'm Roberto, but you can call me Beto."

"I am…" she nearly forgot her name, lost in his brown eyes. "Lydia. My friends call me Lyds or Lyddie."

"Lydia?" Beto's eyes widened and he took a step back. The boy that was already pale became white as a ghost.

"Yes…" She furrowed her brows, not understanding his reaction.

"B-but it's Lydia with a D?"

"Yeah, L-Y-D-I-A. My first name is actually Blossom, Lydia is my middle name, but since I don't like the first one, I use the middle one."

"That's a shame, Blossom is so beautiful," he cleared his throat uncomfortably, at least it was Lydia with a D. "But I understand, Lyddie."

He put himself back together after the scare and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"Doll, how did you two meet?" Glorinha asked.

"We met at the street carnaval earlier," Lydia tried to hold back her wide grin so as not to look too eager. "He came to help when those men tried to get me."

"I've seen you around with Ulisses," Glorinha sat on one of the folding wooden chairs. "And speaking of the devil…"

"Look who's here, Glória Regina," Ulisses leaned against one of the chairs as well. "And the babe who nearly punched my friend."

"The babe just moved from England and is living at the inn with me. If any of you try anything funny with her, know you're messing with the wrong girl and getting a new enemy."

"That's right," Beatriz added, bringing a couple bottles of water. "Now we're sisters from another mother."

"Don't worry, I would never imagine causing any harm to um… her," Beto still had a hard time saying her name, but didn't want that to ruin his chances with such a pretty girl. "Can I have this dance?"

"Of course," Lydia took his hand and they both left.

Glorinha just watched, still a little suspicious of him, as she was of every man.

"Relax, Beto is hardworking, honest, respectful. He's what a good lady might call a catch, he just became single," Ulisses tried to calm her down.

"I haven't known Lydia for long, but I already know she can't get her heart broken right now. She already has too much to deal with."

"Her name is Lydia?" He huffed a laugh. "It's pretty similar to his mother's name, not the best first impression."

While they danced cheek to cheek, Beto softly whispered the lyrics in Lydia's ear.

"Quando por mim você passa fingindo que não me vê, meu coração quase se despedaça…"

He wanted more than anything to steal a kiss, but he was very respectful, like Ulisses said, he would never do that without knowing for sure she really wanted it too.

"I wanted to know more about you, would you like to talk outside? It's noisy in here," he asked.

"Let's go," she accepted despite that queasy feeling in her stomach telling her she was cheating on Nathan.

Little did they know, while they went to the balcony, Bia, accompanied by her mother, ditched the fanciest gala in Rio to look for her ex-boyfriend and make up after their fight.

"I can see your colorful hair is hidden," Beto pointed out. "I've never seen hair like yours."

"Where I'm from, it's pretty common," Lydia mumbled. "But I have to admit this wig is pretty uncomfortable, especially with how hot it is."

"Your costume is also amazing, you seem like… like a character from a movie, I don't know. Like you are different from everyone, as if you know something we don't. Where are you from again? England?"

"Yeah, I'm from Wertham, it's in London," she explained, not wanting to give you many details. "But what about you? Do you always come here?"

"Always, Ulisses brought me here for the first time when we were still kids. His parents are two of the founders. Sebastião and Vera still work at home, he's our driver and she's like a housekeeper… a mom, she helped raise me."

"You call her mom? Doesn't your real mom get jealous?"

"My mom… well, that's not something to talk about during a party," he avoided the topic as delicately as he could.

"I get it," Lydia chuckled softly. "So no talking about your mum, tell me about you."

"Well, I'm a photojournalist, I work at a small newspaper covering all sorts of news."

"Seriously? By your outfit, I could've sworn you worked somewhere more posh. I don't think you're flaunting your money, but this shirt isn't cheap."

"I'm not gonna lie… I'm privileged, my dad owns a marketing firm."

"And you don't work there because you're a rebel who wants to follow his own path, right?" Lydia poked his shoulder. "I know what that's like. My parents have a firm too, Daddy is an architect, Mummy is an engineer. I am… a musician."

Beto once again was disturbed, as if it wasn't enough that her name brought so many memories, she also worked with music just like his mother. He knew he couldn't blame the lady for his own trauma, but those coincidences were, at the very least, pretty cruel.

"Musician? Are you a singer?" He asked.

"I can sing, but I also write my music, I play the drums, guitar, piano, I take a jab at the bass sometimes, despite not being that good at it…"

"Wow! How can so much talent fit in one person?" He smiled relieved. "I also play guitar and drums."

"That's awesome! Beto, the next pop punk sensation!"

"Pop punk? What's punk?" He chuckled.

"Oh, nothing, it's something from back home."

"Speaking of home, do you have plans to return to England?"

"No," Lydia frowned. "I don't have anything to come back to. Everything I know, all my life… it doesn't exist anymore."

"Your family, your friends? They're not there anymore?" Beto asked.

"No, but that's not something to talk about during a party."

"That sad look doesn't match this pretty smile," he murmured while he caressed her jaw with the tips of his fingers. "I want to see that smile reach your eyes."

For a moment everything went silent, even the music inside seemed muffled to Lydia in comparison to her own heartbeat. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned in, waiting for a kiss, but instead she heard a high-pitched scream:

"Beto? What is going on?"

"What?" She opened her eyes and was facing a girl who probably didn't even finish secondary school yet, dressed in a classic Columbine costume.

"Oh my God… that's why you argued with me, Beto? To come here at this nasty party fool around with some slutty chav?"

"You have a girlfriend?" Lydia looked at him angrily. "And she's a little girl who's barely out of nappies?"

"No! I don't have a girlfriend!" He started getting a little desperate. "Bia, we broke up before I came here."

"It was a silly argument, because you wanted to drag me here instead of going to the gala. Why did you do that? To cheat on me?" Bia crossed her arms in a petulant manner.

"I am not cheating on you, we broke up!" Beto insisted.

"I think I better leave, I have too much on my plate to deal with other people's drama," Lydia tried to stay strong, she couldn't cry in front of them. That could only be a heavenly punishment for daring to think of any other man besides Nathan romantically.

"No, Lydia! Please, let me explain!" Beto took her hand. "We only dated for six months after she insisted a lot, it was never serious."

"Look… honestly, if you really broke up with this overgrown ankle bite, you better make that clear to her, because it seems the girl didn't understand. Then you come looking for me, alright? Then I'll think about talking to you if I'm not in England yet."

"Who are you calling an ankle biter? You… hussy!" Bia narrowed her eyes facing her rival.

"Hussy?" Lydia turned around, she was way taller and stronger than the girl, she could easily destroy her, but she held back. "Is that an American accent I hear? You’re not better than me. I know you Americans think you are God’s gift to the world, how pathetic. Who the fuck do you think you are? Dirty little brat! First you grow up, then you come talk to me, you stupid cunt!"

Bia was stunned, she never heard anyone talking like that, let alone a lady. The word wasn't even that bad for people in the UK, but in the US it was one of the most vile things a person could say.

"Did you hear what she said, Beto? She cursed at me! This word… it's the worst thing someone can be called!" The girl was on the verge of tears.

"You're the one who started, Bia!" Beto ran after Lydia, but stopped when he saw the look in her eyes.

"Don't even come near me, or I'll show you what's really life to be punched. End this bullshit and maybe you'll have a chance with me."

#garota do momento #fanfic #au #canon x oc #novela #pedro novaes #beto sobral #roberto sobral #garota de outro momento #oc: Lydia Bellamy

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