#should probably come up with some sort of nickname for it huh?

[the-face-in-the-mirror]

Well hello and welcome to this shitshow I’ve decided to tackle.

I’ve decided that I simply cannot allow Seven Deadly Sins—a series that I still think has great potential and squandered it—to remain as bad as it is and I am going to take a crack at improving it one delusional piece of artwork after another.

Anyway, here’s my redesign of Meliodas. He can look as youthful as he wants but there will be no borderline-toddler faces in this house. Still a short king wearing heels, but this time it’s boots! Redid his vest to have coattails instead of whatever it was doing before, gave him black pants because it balanced him out a bit better, and gave him a green bow tie because the red just seemed way too out of place in the original design.

I’ve said before but I will say it again for the masses: let 👏 the humanoid 👏 demons 👏 have more 👏 demonic 👏 features. And if no one else will then I may as well do it myself. Obviously he looks more human most of the time to hide his race, but he’s got slightly different demon eyes, fangs, retractable claws and horns (still working on the positioning and proportions) and a whole tail! Because we all know that the Demon Race are probably just oversized cats, am I right lads?

In my version if canon, the Demon Race used to be Goddesses or at least an angelic race of some sort until The Fall, which I like to imagine Meliodas was there for because someone’s gotta drop the deep lore. And because I think it gives a new layer to the Demon Race’s hatred for the Goddesses. Does it contradict the canon lore? Sure, but I’m in charge here and I, unfortunately for everyone, do what I want, and I always love me some biblical imagery and themes.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now, so I should stop ignoring my schoolwork now. Let me know what you think, if ya’ll are so inclined!

[hminnj]

Maybe In A Different Age

Senku/fem reader

cw: angst no comfort (i tried) ik this fandom kinda dead lowkey but I wanted to write this cause its so senku coded. Senku's an idiot (unsuprisingly). Not very good writing.

wc: uhh i wrote this in my notes, around 1k probably

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Byakuya brings two strangers into their house on a random thursday.

"Senku, this is a close friend and her daughter, I'm sure you guys will get along splendidly."

"Ok."

Five year old Senku is harshly blunt when he meets you for the first time, staring at him silently as if you've never seen a human before. He doesn't have anything to say and it seems neither do you, so he walks off, deciding he has better things to do. Promptly ignoring the sigh and apology the older man lets out.

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"So I got this new idea and I'm going through the basic logistics and research right now, might need your help later."

"I'll go get us some snacks and something to do while you work on it then."

Six year old Senku watches you dissappear from his doorway, absentmindedly humming while you head to the very familiar kitchen. Your family has been apparently busy as of late so he forcibly sees your face more often. You usually just eat his food, do your work, and ask him (dumb) questions. You're a friend now, he supposes.

.

"Hey dum dum, Byakuya got me new equipment, so I have some new ideas. So listen up."

"Course Senku!"

Seven year old Senku grins, you're always willing to help him out for whatever reason you have (something weird probably, in his opinion). In return, he always tells you what he's working on and his labor demands. So per usual, he excitedly gets into the details of the next project that he plans on working you and Taiju to the bone for.

.

"Hey Senku?"

"What?"

"I think I love you."

"Huh? You better not be catching feelings dum dum." He gives you a confused squint after hearing your words.

"Whatever you say." You hum

Eight year old Senku hears you say those three words for the first time, you don't say why and he doesn't know either. He thinks its rather idiotic, but he shrugs it off after you silently go back to reading. You've been picking up books more often as of late, not that he cares much.

.

"You're late for the test runs, Taiju and Yuzuriha already left."

"Sorry sorry! My teacher held me up a little later at practice today."

"Hm." His disappointed stare returns.

"Im sorry..? Love you?" You're sheepish with your response.

"How is that supposed to make up for anything? Now come help me carry this stuff"

"As you wish, princess Senku."

Nine year old Senku doesn't understand why you and Byakuya tell him that so often (or that stupid nickname sourced from his "feebleness"), but he moves on quickly to detail the results of the test and the numerous next steps. Much to his pleasure.

.

"Wake up stupid. You fell asleep." Senku (roughly) shakes you awake from your shoulders, poking at your face a few times.

"Huh? Oh sorry Senku, I guess I'm just tired."

"Well you're not gonna wanna miss this." He grins while looking up, expectant.

"Hm. Hey the moons pretty tonight yeah?"

"It looks the same as it always does. Is that poetry getting to you and making you sappy?"

You wait before responding, "Maybe."

Eleven year old Senku keeps you up on certain nights for his projects or for nights like these where there's a meteor shower. He thinks you should stop reading so much of those books that make you sound like Byakuya. You should also get more rest, he adds.

.

"Happy Valentines Day Senku!! Got you a gift, heh."

"Must I tell you again?" Senku turns to a usual sight, you waving a gift in front of his face as if he were a dog.

"I'm good I just wanted to remind you."

"Right."

Twelve year old Senku doesn't see the point in meaningless feelings or holidays for said feelings. Nevertheless, he takes the homemade chocolate from you, skimming through the card which contents include exactly what he expected (a confession of sorts, again), and placing it to the side. Ignoring it in favor of the much more sensible chemicals in front of him. Like every year though, Senku keeps it. He doesn't know why.

.

"Taiju and Yuzuriha definitely have something going on don't you think?"

"And you're bringing this up why?"

You pause, you know why, but you know he wouldn't understand. "It's cute... wish I could have something like that you know?"

"...For the last time-"

"I know I know Senku, don't worry I'll try to bother you less."

Thirteen year old Senku doesn't see you as much anymore, mostly because of your practice that your mom wants you to perfect. You come over less nowadays, a shame (for his projects obviously), but your presence isn't any smaller of an intrusion at school. So much for bothering him less.

.

Around 21:00 is when he hears the familiar ringing of his doorbell. "It's late, why are you here?"

"Got out of training not too long ago and wanted to see you before I headed in."

"Your house isn't even remotely close to mine" A raised eyebrow is all you get in response to your grin.

"What does it matter when I'm already here, but gotta go before I get scolded. Goodnight Senku, Love you!"

"You know it's never gonna happen, as you know-"

"Yeah yeah, 10 billion percent illogical, I know, but I can't let my favorite person forget can I?" You flash another smile.

"As if I'd ever with how often you say it, now goodnight."

Fourteen year old Senku closes the door after you've cheerfully said your bye and faded from his sight enough. The lack of noise is strange, now that Byakuya has "ascended like an angel" (his words not Senkus) it's much quieter. The usual noise of a certain two people is absent more often than not. He let's the silence of the house sit in.

.

"Hey, can you get me something from the storage real quick? Need it soon but that bonehead forgot when he came up here babbling about confessing to Yuzuriha"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you. Always here. You know that Sen."

Fifteen year old Senku glances at your fleeting figure. The nickname is new, for sure. And he can't say he dislikes it, but the lack of a certain three words with your departure is strange. He brushes it off to your usual forgetfulness and peers out the window at Taiju and Yuzuriha. Thoughts preoccupied until a bright green light overtakes his vision and he can't do anything but think into the void.

So he counts.

And maybe every once in a while you pop into his head like you always do.

.

Three-thousand and something year old Senku wakes up to a world where theres a lack of civilization, a lack of his decency, and most importantly, a lack of you.

You would be useful right now, he supposes.

.

Three-thousand and something year old Senku spends his free time trying to find you and the rest of the "gang" (as you would say).

He finds Taiju, he finds Yuzuriha, he also finds a lion-punching maniac, but there's no sign of you.

He's ten billion percent sure you survived.

Right?

The concerned stare Yuzuriha gives him as they part is ignored.

.

(Physically) Sixteen year old Senku celebrates this birthday gazing into the sky from his new observatory. It reminds him of a lot of things, but he can't help but notice how empty it is, it's eerily quiet.

He doesn't like it.

Senku wishes you were here.

His first real birthday wish.

.

(Still) Sixteen year old Senku breaks when he hears his father's voice again for the first time in ages. It's not his voice that gets to Senku. He's heard it plenty enough in his lifetime. It's the mention of you.

"Just kidding! I know it's you on the other side of this Senku! And ____'s there with you right? Please tell me you're dating already or even better married so I can have grandchildren. Please please please Senku! Although you can't really tell me that but-"

Senku stops himself from showing vulnerability in front of the village, and he also stops himself from pausing the record right there and then. Opting to sigh and curse his dad out as a cover up, his fist lightly punching the table.

"Damn you old man."

The questions from the villagers about who you could be are forgotten in favor of an angelic voice. Senku's quick to tune it out. It reminds him of you.

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(Mentally) Sixteen year old Senku sits by himself that night. It's been a long day. The constant repeat of a certain melody in the background, more work for the science kingdom, and a few questions about who you were. They stopped after a few radio silences from him, feelings are hard for the scientist after all.

It's cold.

He wishes you were here.

It's dark.

He wishes you were here.

It's lonely.

He wishes you were here.

The day he can always guarantee you're there has long passed. You should be here, is what his mind tells him. You owe him for the past 3000 years of missed birthdays after all.

It's funny, in his opinion. That you were probably most-definitely always there. And the one (multiple actually, 10 billion in his mind) time he looks for you, you're not there.

He doesn't think its funny.

"I'd do anything for you huh..."

Anything but keep your word.

He scoffs, but it's directed at himself. He would never blame you for this, or anything for that matter, he can't.

So he sits. And he stays. Like you would've wanted him too. He looks at the clear sky like you usually do. And he notes how the moon is pretty tonight. Just like you.

"I love you too."

He's 10 billion percent sure he does.

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Thanks for reading, if you did :). Sorry for any errors not fully proofread. Senku is so right person wrong time coded when it comes to romance that i had to write this even if its lowkey bad

[waitimcomingtoo]

Sweet Nothing

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peeta have an honest conversation after he defends Gale at the whipping post

You looked over your shoulder when you heard your front door open and saw Peeta with a loaf of bread. He saw that your hand was on Gales back and his jaw tightened but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hey, Peet.” You said through a yawn. He blushed at the nickname as he walked further into your house.

“Hey. Have you been there all night?”

“Yeah. In case he woke up.” You yawned again and nodded towards Gale.

“Did he?”

“No. He’s still pretty knocked out from whatever Prim gave him.”

“You should go get some sleep. I’ll stay with him.” Peeta offered as he set the bread down.

“No. It’s okay. I won’t make you do that.” You smiled awkwardly, knowing that was probably the last thing Peeta wanted to do.

“You’re not making me do anything. Go on. Get some rest.” Peeta gently urged you. You gave Gale another look and decided he’d be fine without you for a little while.

“Okay. Thank you.” You said as you stood up. You stepped forward and sleepily wrapped your arms around Peeta. He was surprised at first but soon wrapped his arms around you. You yawned against his shoulder before resting your cheek on it and closing your eyes. Peeta smiled to himself and gently swayed with you to let you get a moment of rest.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t think you should sleep standing up.” He said into your ear. You sighed and let go of him before going to your room. Peeta watched you leaved before occupying the seat you had just been in. He could still feel the warmth you left and longed for time when that wasn’t the only intimacy the two of you shared. He let you sleep for a few hours before deciding to bring you some water. He went into your room with a glass just as you were waking up.

“Hey. How’d you sleep?” He smiled softly and sat on your bed.

“I slept okay.” You shrugged. “Thanks for giving me a break.”

“Of course. We both know you’d never ask for one, but I could tell you needed it.” Peeta smiled teasingly as he handed you the glass of water. You gratefully accepted before downing the glass.

“You’re a good guy, Peeta.” You sighed as you put your cup down. The finality in your voice clued Peeta in that you had made some sort of decision between Gale’s whipping and now.

“But not the right guy, huh?” He smiled sadly. There was no self pity in his voice, which made your heart ache as you stared at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t always know what you’re thinking. But I can tell something about Gale is giving you serious guilt about your fake relationship with me.” Peeta said, making your stomach drop at how well he could read you.

“I think he kinda assumed he and I were something before I went off to the games. But I don’t know if we are. I know he wants a wife and kids. And I know I’m not ready for that yet.” You admitted without looking at Peeta.

“Do you think you’ll be ready for it one day?”

“Maybe. If I ever truly believed the world was safe enough for kids to be in.”

“What about marriage?” He asked softly.

“Well I’m already engaged, aren’t I?” You laughed dryly, knowing your fake wedding was mere days away. Peeta didn’t share your laughter and instead looked gutted at the reminder of the wedding. Your smile fell as well and you looked down again.

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t how you wanted things to happen.” You said as you played with your fingers.

“How do you know that?” Peeta asked and it was his turn for his stomach to drop.

“Haymitch told me.” You admitted as you looked up at him. Peeta gulped and stared into your eyes, knowing there was no use trying to lie to you.

“I’ll admit that I always hoped we’d get married one day out of love, not obligation to The Capital. But your brilliant mind has once again come up with a way to keep us safe. So I guess I can’t really be upset.”

“Yes you can.” You said immediately, making Peeta look confused.

“You can be upset about what I did to you in the games. I’m upset about it.” You continued as tears filled your eyes. Peeta smiled sadly and took your hand.

“You didn’t do anything to me.” Peeta assured you. “You played a part that allowed us to get out of there alive. And alive together. We never would’ve both made it home without you. I would’ve died from my leg wound and you would’ve come home with no one who ever truly understood what you went through back there.”

“I know. I just wish there was a way I could’ve let you know about the plan while it was happening. I didn’t know you weren’t playing along.” You said while avoiding his gaze. Peeta’s eyes bore into you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I didn’t know how much I would be hurting you when I acted the way I did in the cave. It killed me when I realized you were never pretending.” You whispered as a tear slipped down your face.

“I wouldn’t say I never was. I think we both played up our romance for the cameras, intentionally or not. But a lot of what I said to you was true. I really have pinned for you for the last 11 years.” Peeta confessed as he wiped your face with the sleeve of his shirt. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

“Some of what I said was true too.”

“Really? Like what?” Peeta asked hopefully.

“Like when you said I wasn’t paying attention and I told you I was. You said it was just because you didn’t have any competition in the games. I said you don’t have much competition anywhere.”

“That can’t be true.” Peeta chuckled. “You just slept in an old chair all night long in case Gale woke up and needed something.”

“He would’ve done it for me.” You said quietly.

“I think he’d do anything for you.” Peeta laughed sadly, making you think.

“No, actually. I don’t think he would.”

“You don’t?” Peeta raised an eyebrow.

“I love Gale. He’s my best friend and provides for my family. But sometimes, and I would never admit this to him…” You trailed off and looked off into the distance as you thought of Peeta preparing to eat the nightlock berries with you.

“What is it?” Peeta asked.

“I honestly think if Gales name had been called in the reaping instead of yours, he would’ve killed me in the games if it came down to it. He would’ve let me eat the nightlock by myself or cut my throat or done something final just to get home. He’s a hunter. He isn’t a lover. He isn’t…” You trailed off again and looked down to avoid meeting Peeta’s eyes.

“He isn’t you.” You finished. Peeta’s face burned red but he kept his composure. He had a million things he wanted to say to you, but nothing came out.

“You know, you guys would probably get along if you gave it a chance.” You said to fill the silence.

“Gale and I would never get along.“ Peeta laughed as he shook his head.

“You might. You’re both from district 12. You’re the same age. You’re both stubborn. I think you’d be great friends.”

“No. We could never be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because of you. The number one thing we have in common. We both….” Peeta trailed off and smiled sadly, and you knew exactly what he wasn’t saying. They both wanted you, so they could never get along.

“Yeah.” You said finally. “I guess you’re right.”

Peeta felt he had dropped the ball and caused the moment you were having to end. He wiped his hands off on his pants before taking one of yours to hold.

“Look, Y/n, I know romance is probably the last thing on your mind with everything else going on. But you deserve to be happy. Even if happy is with him. So I’m fine being your friend and loving you from a distance. Because even if you chose him over me, at least I’ll know that you’re loved. That’s all I could really ask for. I just want you to feel loved. So I don’t want you to feel pressured to “pick” one of us to be with. You have a million more important things to think about. But if one day you do chose, just know I’ll love you either way.”

“Peeta.” You breathed out and touched his face. He leaned into your palm before kissing the center of it. You started to lean in to kiss him when your mom entered the room.

“Oh. Sorry.” She said when she realized what was going on. “Gale is asking for you, honey.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right there.” You said without taking your eyes off Peeta.

“You should go. He needs you.” Peeta told you with his selfless smile. He got off your bed and headed for your door.

“Peeta.” You called desperately, hoping he’d stay.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? It’s almost our big day.” He winked at you before leaving. You sighed in disappointment before going to see Gale.

“Hey. How you feeling?” You asked as you sat back in your chair beside the table.

“Better now that your fiancé went home.” Gale said with a tired smile.

“Hey, my fiancé defending you at the whipping post and stayed with you while I slept.” You defended Peeta in a calm, gentle tone.

“Don’t act like he’s some saint. He just wanted some points with you.” Gale brushed it off, making you frown.

“He isn’t like that, Gale. He doesn’t do things for praise or attention. He does things because he’s selfless and kind.”

“Sorry. I didn’t realize he meant so much to you.” Gale mumbled. He was starting to get on your nerves in a way he usually didn’t.

“He saved my life. So yes, he does.” You said simply.

“Come on.” Gale laughed humorously. “Don’t tell me you actually have feelings for the guy. He’s a baker. A nobody. He got hurt in the games and painted his face until you came along to save him. He can’t protect you. And he definitely can’t provide for you. Unless you think you can survive on cupcakes and cookies for a living.”

You sat back in your seat and gave Gale a blank stare. You wanted to say “I can’t protect myself. I can provide for myself”, but you bit your tongue. You let it slide since he was just waking up from his pain medication but it bothered you that he didn’t think you were self sufficient. You thought back to your conversation with Peeta from just moments ago and how he called your mind brilliant. You smiled at the memory before looking at Gale again.

“Would you be upset with me if I ended up with him? You asked quietly.

“It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “You’re never going to end up with that guy.”

“But would you still be my friend if I did?”

“I don’t see how I possibly could.” Gale said like it was obvious. He had given you the opposite answer Peeta had and it made you think. Gale didn’t care if you ended up loved. He only cared if you ended up with him.

“Right.” You smiled tightly and looked down.

“Why are you asking me this anyway? Isn’t your love for him just a lie for The Capital?”

In that moment, it had never been clearer to you that no, it wasn’t a lie. Your love for Peeta was real. Gale could offer you a fire that already burned within you, but Peeta wasn’t fire. Peeta was the sun. He was a dandelion in the springtime. He was rebirth, new beginnings, and an old friends all at once. He had nothing to offer you but unconditional, unasking, and unselfish love. You needed to be with him immediately and got up out of your chair.

“I have to go.” You said and ran out your front door. You ran all the way to Peeta’s house and pounded on his door. Peeta opened it in no time and looked surprised when he saw you.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Peeta asked. You answered by throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. Peeta’s eyes flew open in surprise before fluttering shut. He wrapped and arm around your waist and walked backwards without ever breaking the kiss. Once you were inside his house, you deepened the kiss until you needed to pull away for air.

“What’s happening? Are the cameras here?” Peeta whispered as he stared into your eyes. It mad you sad that he thought you were only kissing him because there were cameras around so you shook your head.

“No. I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“That if I’m gonna be on this train for the rest of my life, there’s no one else I’d rather be on it with.” You said as you brushed your thumb against his cheek. It took Peeta a minute to process what you were saying but when he did, he smiled.

“Can you please say it? Even if it’s just this once?” He whispered with desperation heavy in his voice. You smiled and cupped his face so you could bring his forehead closer to press against yours.

“Peeta Mellark, I fear I’ve fallen helplessly in love with you.” You said as stared into his eyes. Peeta broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him before scooping you up and spinning you around. He pressed a million kisses to your cheek before setting you down.

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

[thesparedata]

"Take Me Up"!

//Media: BBC's Merlin with things from Arthurian Legends and just a hint of Disney's The Sword in The Stone.

Premise: An Arthur reincarnated rp inspired by a previous roleplay and the prompt below.

[ From ScreenCraft, Fantasy prompt 36: A boy on vacation with his family finds Excalibur stuck in the rock floor of a castle.]

Seeking: Any and All! Possible roles that can be taken include Arthur's foster father Hector, Hector's biological son Kay, the tour guide, a tourist, anyone from Arthurian legends, BBC's Merlin, or anyone else you have muse for. I will be playing Arthur.

"I'm not short, Kay, you're just freakishly tall and you know it!" The teenager glared at the young man, his foster brother who scoffed at him. "Sure, Wart, just keep telling yourself that.", Kay joked, using the nickname for the boy that was often used by him and his father as a sort of affectionate insult. "It's Art!" A ginger man's voice cut through the argument. Hector Kendrick. "Oi, lads, keep up!" "Yes, dad!", the two chorused. They rejoined their gruff but caring father, going closer to the tour group that had started to pick up the pace to get to the next point of interest. They stopped at the old, ruins of a castle. It was one of several sites hypothesized by historians to be the castle of Camelot. Art's attention was drawn to it more than any other. There was something about it.

When the others moved on, Art slowed his pace, breaking away to follow the instinct that enthralled him. What if it really was the castle that the king he shared his given name with lived in? His feet followed the overgrown paths, sneakers making soft thuds and taps, to look inside the crumbling structures. He had an acute sense of deja vu but excused it as having read so much about the subject. It had always fascinated him. He could envision what it had been like to live here as though he were standing in it.

Arthur explored further. As he did, he could make out an object jutting out of the ground a distance away. "Huh?" Curious, he headed towards it. "What's that?" He laughed out loud when he was finally able to inspect it closer. Someone had stuck an actual sword in the ground as if it were Excalibur! It even looked realistic! It didn't exactly say 'whosoever pulleth this sword is king' but it had some interesting runes on it. Probably left there for more in-depth tours for kids, he guessed, with reenactments and all.

Feeling playful, the blond teenager stepped up to it and gripped the handle with both hands. Planting his feet, he pulled hard, not expecting anything to come of it. He was surprised when he could hear the blade scrape against stone as he felt it begin to move. Was...was he actually pulling it?! He pulled until he managed to free it and held the heavy thing aloft with his lean arms. "I did it! I actually did it!" His grin of excitement soon fell, however. "I should put it back and go, I'm already getting into so much trouble!" His foster father was going to give him quite the lecture about running off and getting lost.

[negasonicimagines]

Afraid / Part 6: A Disgusting Delight

Wade visits your past, present, and speculates on if your future should really involve him. Later, you decide to have some fun for the first time in a while.

“Wow, this is really nice. You did all this?”

“We were given a budget by the school for the operation, a stipend of sorts. Once we got set up with the computers and stealth suits, and reimbursed the school for the use of power and the internet bandwidth, we had a lot of rollover. Logan gave me creative control, of course, but it’s not like it was my money or anything.”

“Seriously, though, as grim as it sounds, have you considered doing, y’know, this? Maybe working in a funeral home or however that works? This is really- Is that Goodnight Moon?”

“Yeah, it was, um… It was his favorite. The last book I read to him, before… Y’know.”

“It was my favorite when I was a kid, too,” Wade reveals. “That’s neat, you laminated it and stuff so it doesn’t get damaged or anything.”

“Thanks,” you reply sharply. 

“It’s like you said. I should’ve been here. Go ahead and yell at me or whatever you wanna do.”

“Not here. Not in front of him,” you respond, your voice low and weak.  

“Right, of course, I’m sorry. Theodore, huh? Where’d that come from?”

“I like names with nicknames. Gives a bit of versatility, y’know? He could be Teddy with me, or his friends, but if he wanted to be more- More professional, he could-”

“You thought he might make it?” That doesn’t sound like you. Sure, you’re emotional, but there’s a certain logic to it, even if it’s twisted. You’re not unrealistic like that. 

“I hoped he would. That maybe… I mean, yours didn’t activate until you died that first time, in the fire. I knew he wouldn’t beat the cancer, but I thought maybe he would- I thought- I hoped-”

“He would come back,” Wade fills in the blank. “You thought he might come back.”

“Naive, just like Miss Frost always said.”

“No. It is not naive to have hope. To love someone and care about them. It’s not. You did what you could and gave him a better life than he could’ve ever had there. That’s not naive, that is incredible.”

“Did I give him a better life? Or did I just prolong his pain for my own selfish desire to have a family?”

“Shut up. Just- Shut up. Don’t you dare say that. You did the right thing.”

You don’t say anything, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. 

“You’re crying again,” he notices.

“I gotta get better at not doing that. I never really tried, there wasn’t a point if no one could see it,” you explain. 

“No, it’s okay. It’s good that you can cry. Lotta people like us can’t anymore. We’ve seen too much.”

You nod. 

“I think I’m ready to leave now. You can stay if you want,” you tell him. 

“No, I’ll go with you.”

“You ever gonna come back?” you ask. It’s a loaded question and he knows you know it is as you point it at him. He thinks on it, before answering:

“I don’t know if I could do it by myself. Doesn’t feel right. But if you want me to, I’ll come with you.”

“Okay. That would be nice, every now and then,” you agree, turning around and walking away. Wade catches up with you. “We haven’t seen Logan in a couple of days. I should probably check on Laura, too.”

“You wanna divide and conquer?” he offers. You nod before taking off. Damn, he should’ve asked you where Logan was. 

He strolls back to the school, looking through every nook and cranny before making it to the kitchen. You’re sitting with Laura at the bar while Logan fries up some bacon. 

“Want some? BLTs,” he offers. 

“Oh, no, I already ate, thanks,” you assure him. 

“Need to get some meat on those bones. You shouldn’t rely on that telepathy shit.”

“I’m fine, I promise. I swim, remember?”

“You coach swimming. Never seen you do it,” he says, and he’s right. How come Wade didn’t notice that? 

“Okay, yeah, it’s been a while. If it means that much to you, I’ll start hitting the gym more often.”

“Yeah, you should,” Logan agrees without hesitating. Is that what Wade’s supposed to be doing? He was so focused on his feelings and yours that he hadn’t even taken into account your physical wellbeing in all of this. You had a donut for breakfast and then chips for lunch, declaring a lack of appetite due to stress. Stress or no, you should be eating.

“Anyways, you two sure you’re settling in okay? I can get you set up with counseling, reintegration courses, whatever you need.”

“We’re just fine,” Logan insists. “Happy to be here.”

“And you?” you ask Laura, who goes pale before turning a little pink. You chuckle at her loud thoughts. “I’m flattered, but you’re a little too young for me.”

“You said you wouldn’t do that,” she grumbles.

“Can’t help it if you’re screaming at me,” you remind her. “You’re not the first or the last. Consider it forgotten. Seriously, how are you settling in? Remedial classes working out okay?”

“Yeah, I’m set to get my GED next month.”

“That’s awesome!” you cheer. “I told you you could do it.”

Wade can’t help but feel like he’s glimpsing into your life without him. You’re smiling more than you do when it’s just the two of you, at least recently. He could delude himself into thinking it has something to do with being more comfortable around him, but he knows the truth: you’re happier without him around as a walking reminder of everything you’ve lost. 

He walks slowly back to the office. Ellie’s settled into her position remarkably fast. 

“How do you have time for this?” he wonders.

“Oh, I just wrapped up a contracted position, so I’m in between jobs right now,” she explains. “I’ve been considering getting a teaching certification and working here, anyways. The Computer Basics teacher is set to retire soon.”

“Wow, you, a teacher? That’s… Actually not that crazy. Um, I’m gonna be out of town for a little while. Do you think you could keep an eye on Y/N, let me know how she’s doing?”

“Oh, fuck no. Not this bullshit. What happened?” Ellie asks, looking up from the computer. “Well? Spit it out. Don’t make me get Yukio.”

“I just… I saw her, without me. I mean, it was different when I saw her coaching, that’s her job. I saw her with Logan and Laura and- I don’t know. It looked… Right. She seemed happier.”

“Levi always seems happy. That’s, like, Levi 101. You gotta dig a little deeper, she doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve like some of us. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not judging. I made that mistake, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, back when we were roommates, she seemed so happy all the time. I really did hate her for it. Even after everything came out with the case, she still sang in the shower and skipped along to class. I figured she was happy to trade her parents for Miss Frost. I hated her for that, too – Miss Frost favoring her so much. 

“It wasn’t until years later, when everything went down with Theodore… I realized that she was in pain the whole time. She had to be. I felt so stupid, but I didn’t know how to apologize. The timing was never right, and did I even have the right? I wasn’t special, I wasn’t the only one who resented her. And yet she’s being so nice to me right now, welcoming me with open arms to a project that’s deeply personal for her. Why?”

“Because she knows you have a good heart and that you’re going to do your best,” Wade quickly reassures her. If Negasonic of all people starts crying in front of him, he’s gonna lose his mind – especially because he knows that she’s beating herself up over memories that are partially false at best.

“And there’s your answer. Don’t make things worse by leaving. Just stay. If she didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be,” Ellie flips it back onto him. “If she trusts you enough to let you see her pain, you should appreciate that for what it is instead of being jealous of the people she pretends for. You’re clearly special to her.” 

“Wow. That was super insightful. You should really give the teaching thing a go. I’m sure Y/N would be happy to give you some pointers,” Wade suggests. 

“I don’t know about that…” Ellie trails off, looking disturbed.

“What? Why? Scared she’ll turn your brains to scrambled eggs?”

“No! No, I… I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right.”

Well, aren’t you clever? He’s guessing that’s your work, an invisible wall between you that she doesn’t understand. 

“Well, I think you two would make cute work buddies, so figure it out,” Wade declares. He’s got her hook, line, and sinker. Let her revisit those memories, figure it out, and confront you. 

You deserve it in more ways than one. 

A new routine falls into place for your growing team. Laura joins the fight, despite your protests. You’ve had to be reminded more than once that you were younger than her when you started digging. 

“Come on, it really bothers you that much?” Eloise asks after she hands Laura another assignment – you’ve instructed her to only give Laura survivors. Laura lurks, waiting to hear your answer. The two of you followed Eloise here after dinner. 

“I think it’s wrong. We pulled her out so she wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. Now, all she does is worry about it.”

“That’s fair,” Eloise admits. “But it’s good for her in the way that it’s good for Logan, Wade, and even you. Fighting back and making sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else eases the pain, doesn’t it? Here’s yours.”

“I guess so,” you admit, taking the memo and folding it up. You clutch it as you ask:  “Why does it even matter to you? It’s not like I’m keeping her out.”

“Just curious. It’s been nice getting to know this version of you. I like her glasses,” Eloise remarks. After that night, you continued wearing them when you weren’t actively on a mission. It’s saved you some headaches, literally. “They make her seem a little more human.”

“As opposed to?” you ask. 

I know you can read my mind, she thinks in response. She may not remember how she learned, but she still remembers how to push thoughts in your direction. 

So? Sometimes it’s nice to hear things the traditional way, you reply. It’s not like I’m constantly reading you, either. I can control it. 

“An alien, or- Something.” 

“A monster,” you say, but it’s not what she’s thinking at all and you both know it. It’s happening all over again. “Maybe you should take some time off. This can be really taxing.”

“When’s the last time you took a day off? And I mean a full day — not even thinking about it or making plans for what you’ll do when you get back.”

“That’s different. I didn’t have a backup before.”

“You do now. Wade and Laura are available to pick up the slack. It was a rhetorical question, anyways. I don’t want to take time off. This is important.”

“You’re not a monster,” Laura pipes up from the corner. You’d almost forgotten she was there. “Does she think that?”

“No, no, I… I was projecting. Ellie thinks kind thoughts about me, or she’s had the luck of doing so during my random security checks. Good vibes only, either way.”

“Good vibes only, that is so 2014,” she teases you. 

“Shut up,” you laugh. “That was only-”

“Ten years ago?” And not far off from the time you met. 

“Yeah, whatever,” you scoff. “Anyways, I’ll work on this and keep you posted.”

“Please do. And Laura-”

Logan’s daughter’s head whips toward Eloise, as if challenging her. Her crush on you may have faded as time went on, but she’s still incredibly protective. 

“Thanks for looking out for her. You’re a really good friend.”

“Thanks,” Laura huffs. God, I can smell it on both of you. Just get over yourselves already. 

That’s your sign that you need to go out tonight and forget about everything else. 

“You know what? You’re right. I’m taking the night off. This isn’t too urgent, is it?” you ask, holding up the piece of paper. 

“Nah, she should be in that town for at least a couple more days. Enjoy yourself.” 

“Cool. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you.” 

You head back to your room, digging your favorite outfit out of the closet. Flirtatious yet tasteful, clinging and giving you room to breathe in all the right places. You touch up your makeup before putting on a nicer pair of shoes and setting out for the bar — Ultraviolet.

It’s a town away, so not the most convenient of drives, but at least it still exists. Not many lesbian bars do. 

You slink in to find that the party’s already started, bass thumping in your chest and drinks sloshing onto the floor. 

That’s when you scan the crowd. 

Not a single one in sight, your prey thinks. They’re all with their friends, or a girlfriend. Oh, there you are. Yeah, she’s perfect. And perfectly alone.

You pretend not to notice her, instead heading up to the bar. You skim her thoughts and memories for a bit. No STDs, likes bondage… You’ve found a winner for sure. 

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Megan says from behind the bar. 

“Yeah, sorry… Been busy with work.” This is perfect. You’ll keep her talking for a bit in the hopes that your friend will notice that you’re about to order a drink. 

“What do you do again?” 

“Oh, I coach swimming at Xavier’s,” you remind her. 

“Right! And I assume you want your usual?”

Damn it. Being a creature of habit sucks sometimes. She hasn’t noticed yet. 

“Oh, I don’t know… I was thinking of getting something else. Maybe a Cosmopolitan.”

“That’s just the basic version,” Megan chides you. “What, you don’t wanna give me as much of a tip?”

“Megan, I would never, you know that,” you assure her. 

There she is. There’s loneliness in her eyes. I might not even need this to take her home with me and have my way. 

“Then what’s it going to be?” Megan playfully asks.

“Whatever it is, put it on my tab. Riley,” your new friend finally introduces herself. 

“Hi, Riley. I’m Y/N,” you reply.

“That’s a beautiful name. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I think I will go with the Pink Fetish,” you decide. “Thank you, Riley. You don’t have to do that, though. I’m…”

“Going to dance with me?” Riley finishes your sentence for you as Megan sets down the drink before tending to other customers. 

“I suppose so,” you agree. “I’m not the best dancer, though. I’ll definitely need to drink up beforehand to have any chance of being comfortable embarrassing myself like that.” You look out over the floor, pretending to be apprehensive and distracted as Riley slips the ketamine into your drink. Bingo. 

You turn back and smile at her sweetly before taking a sip of the drink.

“Wow, this tastes better than usual! Megan must’ve been practicing,” you declare over the music before chugging down the rest. Riley looks a little nervous. 

“Let’s go dance,” she insists. 

You smile and nod as the weightless feeling takes over you. You feel giddy, but it’s not just the drink. You’re getting laid, the only way you can without worrying about the other person’s consent: knowing they’re going to purposefully disregard yours. 

You sway to the music as Riley’s hands roam your body. You start to lose your balance quickly, though. 

“Oh, jeez, babe, you did drink that pretty fast. You’re not usually this much of a lightweight. Let’s go home,” she suggests, playing the role of concerned girlfriend. It makes your stomach twist.

“Aw, what? Home? But we’re just getting started, I hardly know you. Just a little longer, come on,” you insist, giving her a chance to get out of this by playing dumb. She’s actually pretty gorgeous, with dark eyes and darker hair. She stands at eye level with you, but you’re wearing heels, so in reality she’s taller. It’s a shame she feels like she has to do this to feel powerful, in control. She’d be a total catch, otherwise. Well, she’s still a catch, but only for you. 

What’s not a shame is that once you’re done with each other, she’s going to have a brain aneurysm and you’re going to leave her to rot alone. 

“Let’s go,” she insists. Putting up a bit of a fight, are we? Maybe I didn’t give her enough. Oh, well. She’s coming home with me whether she likes it or not. 

“Aw, okay,” you whine, letting her push past the crowd and pull you along towards the doors. You can’t wait to see the bruises she’ll leave you with. Unfortunately, you won’t remember everything. 

You never do.

[boredomstrides]

Ok, so here’s some more Takemi Moore, because they are spinning in my brain at a thousand rotations per second.

Security Cam #521-3, 2070, Midday

 Person Identified. Mid 20s, Overweight, Black Hair, Traits indicate three possible SINs. Takemi Moore, Milly Tae, Laineey Ngo. Result: 92% probability Milly Tae. Individual begins using spray paint on wall of apartment complex C-142. Man identified as Lenny Henson, owner of apartment complex C-142, approaches Mx. Tae. Transcription below.

 Henson: So, what’s it supposed to mean?

Tae: Huh?

Henson: The graffiti? Lotsa eyes an’ everything. Let me guess, a critique on the surveillance state?

Tae: Uhhh… yeah, let’s go with that!

Henson: Y’know, you could just tag your streetname everywhere instead of taking all the effort to make this. It’ll be gone by next week.

Tae: I mean, I guess, but that’s boring. Besides, only nicknames I’ve got have bad memories attached or are some username from some game I was obsessed with back in the arcology.

Henson: Yeah, yeah, so when are you paying rent?

Tae: Depends. When are you giving me some work to do? And don’t you dare give me another job about some dipshit office drone going to the most suspicious parts of the Matrix for some porn and catching a million viruses.

Henson: What, you think this old man still knows anyone with skin in the game?

Tae: I don’t know, Old Man, do you?

Silence for approximately 10 seconds. Both identified individuals begin laughing.

Henson: Believe it or not, you little shit, I do know someone who could use a hacker on their crew!

Tae: Alright. And this is a proper Run this time, right?

Henson: Yeah, yeah, and don’t worry, I ain’t giving you a suicide mission. Yet. Just remember to keep your head down, yeah? I’m not helping you if the cops come marching in.

Tae: Old Man, I’m not stupid! In and out, easy! Nothing I… can’t……

Tae begins staring off into space, looking off as though someone else is talking to them. Henson snaps their fingers until Tae returns to form.

Henson: Hey! Are you listening to me?! Hey, kid!

Tae: …Huh?

Henson: You can’t be doing that either! Drift off like that, and it’ll cost a Runner their life!

Tae: Yeah, sorry. Just, send me the address, alright? I’ll get my shit sorted out before I go in.

 *******///////////////****/??????>>>>>>>{{{{}{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ERROR{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ERROR/////////////////////*********************************

 A trap waiting to be sprung, my Courier finds the recording.

“Thank you, Courier. Hang on a moment, you have one more task to complete.” The bird of inky black watches curiously, as I take the strand of recording into my hands. My fingers are knives, made to cut the finest of data into nothing, and so I splice the recording, and rip away any audio. I’ll need to add some idiosyncrasies to my SIN, make it look false enough that any recording software automatically goes to a false SIN. For now, though…

“Put this back in, exactly where you cut the original file from. You can decompile from there. Thank you.” The beast stares at me for a moment, malforming itself around the new recording and nodding, before flying back to that little node of reasoning in this miasma of missed calls and worthless data. It… what was the term one of those folks on the forum used? I can only assume that this is resonance, but it feels wrong. Building up like a cancer does. To perceive it as anything more than an endless bog of tar would drive me insane… More insane than I am.

Don’t have time to worry about any of this. A few hours until I meet up with this crew. And I need to figure out a street name. And if I should gray out this hoodie or put a design on it. And goddamn if this fucking headache would stop buzzing in my ears!

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Security Cam #521-3, 2070, Midday

 Person Identified. Mid 20s, Overweight, Black Hair. Traits indicate two possible SINs. Milly Tae, Laineey Ngo. Result: 98% probability Milly Tae. Individual begins using spray paint on wall of apartment complex C-142.

Person Identified. Owner of apartment complex C-142, Lenny Henson, passes by. Uncharacteristic lack of investigation noted.

END LOG.

[mute-call]

"What do I--?" What kind of a question is that? Are they close enough to be on a first-name basis? Does Jeremy expect permission to use nicknames? This feels like a loaded question, even though Steven's the one who brought up the topic in the first place.

"Anything but 'sir' is fine, really. I just don't want you to feel like you have to show me any special respect, or like we're still at work. So whatever's, uh... most comfortable to you, that'd be fine."

Maybe it would be nice to be called "Steve" or "Steven," though. Maybe they could settle into something less official, something more like friends. Does he want that? Does Jeremy want that? Is there anything actually left to their relationship when one removes the common factor of Fazbear Entertainment?

"Hey, easy there," Steven says uselessly, but with genuine concern. He can see how disoriented Fitzgerald looks after that small shake of his head. "Try not to push yourself too hard, okay? You've got time. I'm not going anywhere."

The likelihood of them discovering anything further about the malfunctions is next to nothing. The current theory is that someone's been actively corrupting the poor robots' files--probably the same individual who's been sneaking around and making use of the spare suit in the back. It doesn't explain why the technicians haven't been able to isolate the problem, but Steven has his suspicions that whoever's behind the errors is just a little more skilled at manipulating coding and machinery than the engineers they have on staff right now. That's the only thing that makes any sense.

"Sure, Jeremy. Just don't get your hopes up; we've been hitting dead end after dead end."

Twins? Huh.

...huh.

The gears begin to turn in Bell's mind, slow but steady.

"Sometimes stuff like this can turn out for the best. I just mean that... there's nothing like a near-death experience to, um, remind you of what's important in life, right? Maybe your brother just needed a little nudge to reconnect."

There's an absentminded quality to Steven's voice as he speaks; he's still preoccupied with the new revelation that there was, at one point, a different employee at Fazbear's who presumably looked remarkably similar to Jeremy. This feels like a significant clue. Did the engineers know this when they were doing their investigation? Did the authorities? Have the potential implications of this newfound information crossed Jeremy's mind at all?

"I--of course I'll stay." He's surprised by how adamant Fitzgerald is. Bell sneaks a glance at his watch; he hadn't actually planned to stay for very long, but it's not like he has much else to do while Freddy's is closed down, and if this is what the kid wants, then Steven can't very well say no.

Besides, he has a few questions:

"What kind of work did your brother do? When he was with the company. Did he, uh, leave on good terms, do you know?"

It's obvious that Steven's leading up to something. He should probably just come out with it.

"I only ask because... you know, if you're twins, and the animatronics seemed to respond the worst when they were looking at you... this might sound crazy, but is it possible that someone thought you were your brother? Maybe one of our technicians, if the two of them had some sort of, uh, animosity?"

He hadn't considered before that maybe the reason none of the engineers have found anything is because they're covering up for one of their own.

"That's probably not--forget I said anything." Still... this would explain a lot.

Muted excitement bubbles in Steven's chest. He might not have been able to prevent this disaster, but surely he'll be alleviated of some of his guilt if he can help solve it. And who knows? Maybe whoever did this will go after Jeremy's brother again. Maybe, together, Bell and Fitzgerald can save someone else from suffering the same gruesome fate.

[Bell Steven was quick to reject Jeremy's formalities -- at this point, knowing that the pizzeria had closed, referring to Steven as "sir" or "Mr. Bell" was a force of habit. For as long as Jeremy had known him, Steven had been one of his bosses; it was a bit rough trying to adjust.]

❝ Right. G-Got it. ❞ [Jeremy swallowed, ignoring his instinct to scratch at the back of his head ( God forbid ).] ❝ This...might be a silly question, but what do you want me to call you? ❞ [Probably "Steven," but he didn't want to make assumptions.]

[According to Steven, showing up was the least he could do. It was more than that, though -- from day one, Steven had been trying to stick up for him in ways he'd never seen another Fazbear employee do. Sure, he was a manager, but managers didn't often take on an underling's job because their life was in danger they were scared. Not only that, Steven had bothered to show up...he'd even pulled up a chair and tried to make conversation, saving Jeremy ( again ) from his thoughts.]

[Jeremy didn't fully understand why his former boss would go to all of those lengths, moreso because he didn't blame the man for anything he'd gone through. Maybe Steven just...cared. In a corporate world, that was pretty rare.]

[Right -- it wasn't about him. If they wanted to reopen ( Jeremy shuddered at the thought ), they would need to make sure the animatronics were safe. Part of that was figuring out why they'd targeted Jeremy, but even after digging into their software, they were drawing a blank. Had he done something without even realizing? Or was it possible that...]

[He shook his head, willing away the idea -- he instantly regretted it, a newfound dizziness overwhelming him. It felt, unrealistically, like his brain was a puddle of mush slushing around in his skull. For a good minute, he could barely see through the distortion in his vision. Note to self: never do that again.]

❝ M...Makes sense. ❞ [Jeremy finally replied, wishing he could hold his spinning head in one of his hands without feeling queasy about it.] ❝ I-If...if you figure out what happened, would you tell me? ❞ [He knew for a fact that he'd never recover if he was left to imagine the possibilities.]

[Surprisingly, Steven hadn't seen his brother at Freddy's...but now that he thought about it, he'd also never heard a single comment from Steven about how they "looked so alike," nor a single question about why there were two Fitzgeralds on his roster. Weird.]

❝ S-Same as me. We're, uh, twins. ❞ [Jeremy shrugged, inviting himself to an inevitable barrage of questions about his brother. At least those were better than listening to his head right now.]

[Steven smiled at him ( AT him, not just in his general direction ), now inquiring about his bond with his brother. Jeremy gave a weak smile of his own, then stared down at his stiff, oppressive bed sheets. Spying a few stray specks of lint, he started to absentmindedly pick at them.]

[Simon had been his best friend when they were younger. At some point, though...his brother changed. Or maybe they'd both "grown up?" Whatever the case, Simon had started to distance himself from Jeremy, a pattern that had continued well into their days of working at Freddy's. Not once did Jeremy see Simon while he was at work, even when he was finally switched to the day shift, almost like Simon had intentionally been avoiding him. He'd honestly been worried that he'd done something to upset or hurt him somehow, but...]

[Seeing Simon today was...reassuring. It was a sign that his brother did care, in his own way. Maybe Jeremy had jumped to conclusions.]

❝ Kinda. We were close when we were kids, b-but now...uh... ❞ [Jeremy stumbled, trying to put his words together.] ❝ Now he likes to do h-his own thing. Before...this happened, we barely s-said two words to each other. It's...I was...I-I'm happy he does care. ❞

[Steven rambled ( again ) about potential future guests, but also how meaningful that family visit was, and a fretful batch of reasons to hint at why Jeremy wasn't "popular" today. Technically, Steven was right -- Jeremy was in pain, and he'd been encouraged to sleep as part of his recovery -- but he didn't think he could rest right now. He wanted to conk right out and have a peaceful nap for once in his life, but he knew how sleeping would pan out...more nightmares. Maybe even one that'd trap him all over again.]

❝ Please don't leave. ❞ [Jeremy quietly begged; he needed company right now. He couldn't be alone.] ❝ S-Sorry, I...I just...I don't want to be alone right now. ❞

[sgt-morgan]

Guessing Game 🦯

Summary: You and Matt have a little inside joke, turns out you’re hella right

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, probably blasphemy, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass. None really, v fluffy.

A/N: This is for all you girlies still waiting for Matt to show his face in She-Hulk. I’ll fill your thirst void. We are gonna get there 2gether I swear.

Pt.2 Robin Bites Back.

Pt.3 The Test

DD Masterlist

“Jesus Christ Matt!” You exclaim, dropping crumbs all over the court documents you had been diligently going over for the past forty five minutes. When your boss (technically) and the man of your dreams walked in with the biggest bruise you’d ever seen, you honestly forgot they were there.

“Blasphemy, really? Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” he chuckled as you rushed over to check him over for more injuries, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart from the nickname.

“If Jesus could see you, he’d take his own name in vain.” Matt huffed out a laugh at that, as you gently pressed a finger to the bruise. He hissed in pain, and you hissed back in sympathy. “Sorry, What happened?”

“I got in a really gnarly bar fight.” Matt pursed his lips and flexed his-surprisingly-muscular arm. You rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep, He gave an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ And rubbed his arm with a frown. Or so you thought, in reality, there was actually a pretty nasty knife wound there from the same asshole who got his face. He got his injuries fending off a mugging just outside Josie’s.

“Haha Murdock, no way some drunk asshole is gonna punch a blind guy, nobody is that stupid.” Matt could tell you were rolling your eyes, and he smirked.

“What, don’t think I could win a fight? Is it cause I’m blind?” He grinned wolfishly and you flopped back down in your desk chair.

“No Mathew, I’ve seen you move, I bet you take after your dad. Got some sort of illegal fight ring I should know about?” You brushed the crumbs from your papers and started to work again.

“Ah, yeah you caught me sweetheart. Got a fight ring stashed in the old Fogwell’s building. It’s like poetic Justice.” He laughs, sitting opposite you and pulling his own work from his brief case. You laugh and shake your head. God, he loved that sound.

“Yeah, alright wise guy, when are you gonna tell me the truth huh? I’ll bet you’re that man in the black mask, ah what’s his name… OH! Daredevil!” You snapped your fingers and chuckled again, not noticing Matt’s whole body go rigid in panic. He listens to your heart beat for any sighs you weren’t joking, but only found it’s normal steady pace.

“Yeah, I’m secretly a ninja for sure.” He chuckled stiffly, trying to play it off. Luckily, you were already wrapped up in your work, and didn’t even notice the slight flop sweat that ghosted over his brow.

“Alright DD, chop chop. Gotta make sure your day job still pays the bills.” You mumbled, and how right you were.

Matt kept coming to work with bruises, and you kept making jokes about them. He knew you made them because you worried, and if he could joke about it, you figured he was fine. He loved that about you, you had the ability to bring levity to any situation. He was grateful for it. What he was not grateful for, was how close those jokes sometimes hit to the truth.

“Woah! What happened this time DD? Catch that mugger?”

“Whoa there Devilman! You and Spider-Man catch a cat burglar?”

“Jeez man without fear, you’d think with skills like that they would have made you an avenger already.”

Matt laughed at every single one, but that Spider-Man one was just uncanny. Sure, it was a guy robbing a bodega, but it was close enough. You kept up the running gag, and it was honestly surprising Foggy and Karen had never heard you. One day though, you almost caught on to how right you were because his dumb friends were no good with subtlety.

You, Foggy, and Karen all happened to be in the break room one morning, when Matt stumbled in after a rough night. “Hello Daredevil, you give somebody the horns last night?” You said it with such serious nonchalance, that Karen gasped and Foggy spit his coffee across the room. Matt smacked a hand to his forehead and just pictured the cartoonish shock on his friends faces, conjuring memories of Looney Tunes and Scooby-Doo. You turned to look, and Matt made silencing motions behind your back to a wide eyed Foggy and Karen, who were gaping in horror at your joke. “Jeez guys! It was just a joke, right Matty?” You turned just as Matt stoped his wild gestures and he laughed, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“Yeah guys, what. You really think I’m Daredevil or something?” He laughed awkwardly, and Foggy and Karen caught on.

“Oh! Haha! No! Of course not!” Foggy started chuckling awkwardly, and Karen joined him.

“Yeah! Good one!” Karen giggled almost manically, but you didn’t notice, too busy obliviously cleaning up Foggy’s spit take. It was moments like these that Matt was glad that you were a bit of a social ditz.

When the shock wore off, Karen and Foggy found your little inside joke to be hysterical. They joined in on your little jokes as well, cracking off some really good ones, much to your delight.

“Jeez buddy,” you started one morning. “Have a rough evening being Justice?”

Foggy cackled and did a growly Batman voice. “I am Justice, I am vengeance, IM BATMAN!” You laughed and he grinned. Making you laugh was quickly becoming a competition in the office, and by god was he determined to win.

Karen was not to be beat either, she was getting in some real zingers herself.

“Good lord Mathew! Tell the criminals of the Kitchen to stop damaging the goods!” You grimaced at the cut on his cheek.

“You think my face is the goods?” He grinned waggling his eyebrows to an empty corner and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not the criminals that need to take a break,” Karen scoffed, “It’s all that pent up Catholic guilt.”

You cackle and Karen grinned. You however, not to be beat in this battle of wits, got the last laugh. “You know Karen? I think you’re right! I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t piss holy water.” Matt looked like a wet cat, but Foggy and Karen had tears in their eyes.

Then of course there was the Christmas Sweater incident. “What’s that?” You asked, watching Matt stuff a red piece of clothing back into a brown paper bag.

“What’s this?” Matt tilted his head with a frown, like he always did when he was curious about something. You did what you always did when Matt did this and kissed his up turned cheek and patted it twice. “My sweater for the holiday party.”

“A sweater devil boy? for the holiday party at Josie’s?” You nodded with satisfaction. “The one we planned with Karen and Foggy not three weeks ago?”

“The very same,” Matt nodded, “Yes. We’re also playing Secret Santa. I’ve already got a gift for my pick.” He grinned.

“Good boy!” you grinned and Matt preened, “I’ve got mine as well. Now all we have to do is turn up in one piece, think you can manage Devilman?”

“Only for you.” Matt grinned and he could feel the heat of the blush rising in your cheeks, hear the way your heart rate stuttered at his flirting.

“Cheeky,” you chuckled, and set down the paperwork you copied over to Braille for him with two pats to his right hand. Your little substitute for a wink. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to find some mistletoe.”

The fabled holiday party came, and Matt did indeed manage to get to Josie’s without a scrape. He could hear you and the other’s whispering in your booth and grinned. He got to your table and you gasped.

“Mathew Murdock, where did you find such ghastly reindeer ears!?” You cackled.

“Peter got them for me, I asked him to pick up my secret Santa gift and he brought these along with him.” He shrugged with his roguish lopsided grin that made your insides turn to jello.

“Well they’re awful, I must have a pair.” You laughed, scooting to make more room for your friend, but first he folded up his cane, and pulled off his jacket revealing his great secret. “MATHEW MEREDITH MURDOCK!” You exclaimed with uncontrollable mirth, Foggy laughed at your presumed and nonsensical middle name. “What is that!?” Pulled over his signature too-tight button up, was a red sweater with holiday trimmings that read ‘IM NOT DAREDEVIL’ in bold print. He smiled in victory as he heard the laughter from his table of friends. Could practically taste your tears of joy, heard the wheezing, and the way you all struggled to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m gonna pee myself.” You chortled, clinging to his arm and wiping your tears. Foggy was staring at the thing in shock, and Karen was trying (and failing) to hold back her giggles. He had beaten you all at your own game. “Mathew Murdock, I could kiss you.”

“Please do!” Matt laughed, finally plopping into the empty seat beside you. You smacked his arm and he winked.

“Oh god, let’s start drinking. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even exchanged gifts.” You sighed with a laugh.

You all laughed, and drank, and sang Holiday tunes until midnight. You also exchanged your gifts. Mostly joke things. Matt bought Karen a ‘half cup’ mug, that was like a sawed off mug with a flat back. “So you can cut back on the caffeine!” He had chuckled. Karen bought Foggy a pack of un-clickable pens, and a rock’n’roll Santa tie. “There, now I won’t strangle you when you play with the pens in your office, no noise!” Foggy bought you a pet rock for your desk, that had little tiny devil horns and google eyes, “you needed a friend,” he grinned, “and what better friend than your very own deskdevil?” You chuckled as well, pulling out the last gift of the night and passed it to Matt, a devil shaped re-freezeable ice pack. “So you can ice your face!” Matt laughed heartily and thanked you, chuckling as you helped him run his hands over the cartoonish horns, and described the color.

When the evening came to a close, Matt left around an hour before you all did, claiming he had court documents he needed to sign and return to a client by tomorrow. Foggy and Karen nodded, and you went with it because you didn’t know the man’s work load, and frankly you were burgeoning on too drunk to care. You had another round of shots, and then the rest of you left. You parted ways with a very inebriated Karen and Foggy at the corner, and headed back to your apartment (also very inebriated). About halfway to your apartment, you got a very uneasy feeling, as if someone was following you. You knew you should have called Matt to come get you.

You kept steady down the alley way, hoping that by subtly walking faster, you’d get back into the streetlights quicker so whoever it was, if there even was someone, would let you go without a fuss. What you didn’t realize, was that when you’re as drunk as you are, subtly speeding up announced itself as a sprint. Then you felt hands jerk you back suddenly, one over your mouth and one jammed something that felt suspiciously like a gun into your back.

“Gimmie the bag and nobody gets hurt.” A voice slurs from behind you. You raise your hands and drop the bag, congratulating yourself mentally for putting your wallet in your front pocket with your phone earlier. You hope that if he takes the bag and you run fast enough, he won’t notice. Thank god it’s just one du-

“Now empty your pockets!” Well, shit. That’s no good. You should have known that shitty drunk assholes traveled in packs. That way, if shit head numero uno forgets, shithead two will inevitably pick up the slack, that’s street slime 101. “You hear me bitch? Pockets!” Shithead number two reaches for your front pocket when-

THWACK!

Oh Merry FUCKING Christmas to you, a vigilante, now shithead one is gonna be jumpy and you’re gonna bleed out in an alleyway from an overzealous trigger finger. God has a sick sense of humor after all, you bet it’s Daredevil, that would REALLY prove God to be a comedian.

“I know you don’t have a gun, let the girl go.” A blur of motion and then in all his glory, the Daredevil. (Because of fucking course.)

“H-how do you know?” Shit bag squirms and grasps you tighter. You roll your eyes, this is gonna take all night, and all you wanna do is drink another beer and imagine Matt’s ass in the new suit you helped him buy, you’re over it. You strike while he’s distracted. “I could have a g-OOF!” You stomp on sleezebag’s foot and head but him in the nose. Yikes, that shit hurt, how do these super dorks do it. Once you were released, you ran behind Daredevil and let him finish knocking the guy out. From behind though, you noticed something very strange. When he finally turned to you, you voiced your assumption.

“You got a familiar ass.” You slurred, scrunching your brow. Daredevil let out a bewildered chuckle.

“Oh? And what might a familiar ass look like?” Matt shook his head, picking your bag up from the sidewalk with a breathy chuckle. You’re drunk, surely you won’t figure it out.

“Peachy, round, hot, very uhhh-“ he nodded and put your bag back on your shoulder, cocking his head to the side with a grin. Just like- “LAWYERLY! OH MY GOD! M-“ he clapped a hand over your mouth shushing you, you squealed and pointed and flailed around.

“Sh! Yes! Baby, you called it! You were right!” He shushed frantically pulling you into the darkened alleyway again. He was stunned, you really managed to figure it out. You recognized him… by his ass. He’s never gonna let you live this down, at least, if you live through this. You locked his palm and he let go of you with a disgusted sound.

When he finally released your mouth you whisper yelled. “Oh my god!? I was right!? Holy shit! You’re! And then I’m- and god! I don’t know where your hands have been DD ew! Gross!” You made spitting noises and blew raspberries, and then went to start shouting again, he frantically shushed you long enough to get you to listen.

“Yes! You’re very clever! Let’s get you home yeah?” He nodded slowly, steering you in the direction of your apartment. He got you there in relative silence, keeping you occupied by jumping from building to building following you. You giggled when he would perch on the rooftops, laughing about him being a ‘poser’ or as ‘blind as a bat’, leading you to sing a drunken rendition of Meatloaf’s bat out of hell much to his amusement and frustration. He had honestly never been more endeared to you, you were taking this whole vigilante thing like a champ, he wondered faintly if it was the booze, but now was not the time. It was slow going, but you made it. He climbed through the window you opened once you got in, and flipped on your couch. To his shock, you plopped into his lap. “Hey there sweet pea!” He laughed, curling his arms around you. Your drunken stupor made you affectionate, he would file that away for later.

“Wow Matty! You’re a hero!” You crow, pulling his mask from his head with a flourish and plopping it on your coffee table. “You got horns and everything! We gotta talk! I know you’re really blind, cause I switched all your socks with My Little Pony socks that one time and you didn’t see,” Matt spluttered at this, but you shushed him with your fingers before he could get more details. “Also, who would go through all the trouble of learning Braille if they were lying. Psh- I wouldn’t for sure! So you gotta have like super smell, or touch, or hearing, or something! Oh Jeez! Super smell! I gotta smell like Josie’s! And that smells real bad! I’m sorry!” You tried to get up and almost fell, so Matt pulled you back onto his lap.

“I do have all those things,” he chuckled, pushing your hair from your face, brown eyes vacantly moving around the room. “But you always smell good! The gross is there, the trash cans outside your building, Josie’s, the homeless robber, but overtop of all that is your skin, and your perfume, and coffee.” He scrunched his nose adorably and you coo and stroke it with a finger.

“Oh Matty, that’s so nice!” You sniffle, “you’re really good at flipping on stuff, are you a ninja?” She gasps, whispering conspiratorially.

“No,” he whispers back, “but my dad was a boxer, and I trained with a guy called stick.” He answered all of the questions you came up with and held you in his lap, he wished that he could live in this moment forever. He wished that he could hold you like this all the time; breathing in your shampoo and talking with you about his life. It was a balm to his aching heart, and a real relief to no longer be lying to the woman he suspected more and more would be his forever.

“Wow Matty, you’re so cool.” You sighed, burrowing into his suit and coiling around him tightly. “I was right all along! You really are Daredevil! Foggy and Karen knew! They suck ass! You should have told me you big meanie, I coulda been helping! I could be your sidekick!” He nodded and chuckled as you start to nod off, muttering about Batman and Robin.

“Yeah, yeah honey, you can be my Robin.” He grinned, kissing your hair.

“Well, you told me a secret, now I gotta tell you one!” You jolted awake suddenly with urgency, and leaned into his ear. “I think you’re really hot, and I wanna kiss you all the time.” You then leaned back and put your finger over your lips tapping the back of his hand twice. “Ok! That’s all! Night Matty!”

Matt sat frozen in shock as you stood, he could feel the currents shifting, hear the soft clothing rustle against your skin as you got undressed and flopped onto your bed. Within seconds you were snoring, and Matt was beaming. He couldn’t believe it, you liked him after all, he’d see how you felt sober. The Daredevil thing is fun for now, but when you’re sober he didn’t know how true that would be.

In the morning, you awoke with a groan, your head aches and you felt like you’d been hit by a bus. Then you remembered you’r really hit boss is a vigilante, and you suddenly felt very awake. You turned your head to check the time, and saw that Matt had left you a glass of water, some Tylenol, and had recorded a voicemail on your phone, his name blinking on your screen over and over. You took the medicine and listened to it with nervous jitters, remembering the nights revelations.

“Hey sweet stuff, I left you some meds, figured you’d be pretty worn out. When you wake up, shoot me a text and we can go get some food, and I’ll fill you in on all the other stuff. If you need anything, let me know. Since you wanna kiss me all the time, you can pay me with those, I hear Daredevil loves being paid in affection. Talk to you soon, bye.”

You stood there again, shocked but grinning. Matt liked you, and now you knew it, but most importantly, you screeched into your empty apartment…

“I WAS RIGHT!”

The sequel

[satorugojooo]

~Annoying roommates~

A/n: since we start to get more informations based on Kaveh, I couldn't stop thinking at how he and Al Haitham get along taking the fact that Kaveh was invited by Cyno to have a meal together with Tighnari and Collei and the whole time he complained about his annoying roommate (Al haitham) so here's Al haitham x gn!reader together with Kaveh!

Pairings: Al haitham x gn!reader

Warnings: none, maybe some nicknames but that's all also this is written before the release of Sumeru, so I apologize if the characters are written kinda oc. Also sumeru spoilers?

You were sitting together with Cyno, Tighnari and Collei at a table at a local restaurant waiting for a famous architect.

"So when did Kaveh say that he would come?" Tighnari asked and Cyno shrugged.

"He said he would be here but he's surely taking his sweet time." he said and all of a sudden you felt an arm on your shoulder.

"Hello hello ladies and gentleman's!" Kaveh said and you looked at him.

"So you finally thought of joining us huh, what about Al haitham? Had a rough time with him?" you asked knowing that these two surely started arguing like 2 monkeys.

"Ah my dear y/n you don't even want to know what your ass of a boyfriend did to me, on top of the fact that I wanted to rearrange his boring home, he even said it looks way better this way than my wonderful plan. How dare he." he said and you giggled.

"I see everything is alright then, now now, we shall get our orders right?" you said and Cyno nodded calling the waiter to receive your orders. After you all ordered something Cyno looked at Kaveh.

"So Kaveh, I heard your still struggling after you build the Palace of Alcazarzaray, didn't you manage to get in touch with the Akademiya? I'm sure they would help knowing that you planned and build on your own funds the prettiest building in sumeru." he said and Kaveh scoffed.

"No what I did it was for the city, I don't need anything from the Akademiya plus I can get back on my own soon enough, if I only could move away from that dopey gorilla it would be 10 times better." he said and you saw how Tighnari and Collei tried to hold their laughter while Cyno was... Stoic as always but you saw a hint of amusement even in his eyes.

"Oh c'mon Kavi, Al Haitham isn't that bad right, plus he offered to help you I think that's very good." you said while sipping some orange juice.

"Don't even get me started, I tell you y/n if you ever plan to live with this man get ready to respect his rules. This monkey won't even allow me to make noise when he's in his study saying that 'he needs full concentration for his ancient runes' I tell you, not those runes are ancient, he's the ancient one here, I bet even the ruin guards are more fun to hang around, and that time I tried to cook for him and ended up burning the eggs? He reminds me of that time even now, not to talk about how his house is just full of books and all sort of stone tablets with runes, my head will explode once from all the stuff he has there and when I tell him that we should throw some things he gives me a death glare and that's it, the audacity he has... "Kaveh started complaining and you all had to give your best not to laugh at this poor man's hardships.

When you were done with the meal you all started talking.

"Thank you so much for this Cyno, it was really fun hanging out around old classmates!" you said and he gave you a small smile.

"It was my pleasure, now Tighnari you should probably head back to the forest camp, please take care of Collei on the way." Cyno said and Collei huffed.

"Mr. Cynooo I'm not a kid anymore I can take care of myself even without Mr. Tighnari's help!" she said and you smiled.

"Still wandering at night trough the forest can be dangerous collei, you both take care!" you said and Tighnari smiled.

"Don't worry, we will be careful, good night, we will see each other soon!" he said as he and Collei left.

"I should probably head back to the Akademiya too, I still have some things I need to take care of." Cyno said and you smiled.

"Take your time Cyno, after all your a human as well." you said and he nodded.

"I will don't worry, good night and in case any of you see Al Haitham wish him my regards." he said leaving. You looked at Kaveh and smiled.

"I know you don't want to hear this but, let's go back to Al Haithams place okay?" you said and he frowned putting his head on the table. You couldn't stop your laughter this time and you started to laugh.

"Why are you so mean to me sis..." he said and you just got up.

"I'm not but, we better head back now, I still have to give Al Haitham some papers and you certainly shouldn't wander on the streets at night." you said and he nodded.

The way to Al Haithams home was pretty short, it would took 5 minutes if Kaveh wouldn't stopped at every single building to complain about how he could do something better.

"And were here!" you said as you knocked at the door and Al Haitham opened. When he saw you his eyes became soft and he gave you a smile, but that smile dissappeared as quickly as he saw Kaveh behind you.

"Oh I see your back." he said and Kaveh closed his eyes.

"Yeah I know you missed me a lot but hold still smart-ass." he said while stepping inside and Al Haitham just shook his head exasperated.

You giggled again and he looked at you.

"And what's so funny hm?" he said while he lead you to his study.

"Ah its nothing, I just love how you and Kaveh get along so well, honestly I think the whole city knows that your roommates." you said and he just scoffed.

"Please at least you stop talking about him for once." he said while he embraced you and you smiled.

"Fine fine I'm done, oh by the way I brought these from the Akademiya, some students found some interesting relics and they gave it to me so you could have a look." you said and he took the tablets putting them on the table. After he turned to you and smiled.

"It's already getting late, how about you stay here for tonight, you live kind of far from here and I would hate to let you go home all on your own at this hour." he said and you blushed.

"Ah only if I'm not bothering." you said and he smiled cupping your face.

"You could never bother me." he said giving you a small peek on the lips.

"You both are very cheesy right now you know?" Kaveh said passing by the opened door and you became red hiding your face in Al Haitham's chest. Seeing this he looked at Kaveh like he normally would.

"You can just go and sleep, you had a long day anyways." he told him and Kaveh scoffed

"Yeah yeah right, thanks mom." he said while leaving and you laughed.

"He honestly has interesting ways to call you..." you said while looking up at Al Haitham and he looked at you.

"Yeah... I'm aware" he said with an annoyed face and you couldn't help but laugh. These two were incredible...

[sukirichi]

— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist ! 

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you��re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

[heartfe1t]

    ❝    oh that's cool! twins huh? identical or fraternal?    ❞     he can't help but be curious.    ❝    my dad used to take my older sister and i out here a lot growing up. she's not as into it, but- she'll come out to support sometimes.    ❞     his family can be a bit of a sore spot sometimes, but not in this kind of context. he's got good memories in this kind of place.    ❝    i'm just glad you're having fun. i'm sure they wanted to make sure to show the movie star a good time.    ❞     he grins.    ❝    that's nice- seeing a different kind of environment. getting a bigger picture so you know what you're a part of. like- i'm pitching now, have been for years now, middle and high school and then college before this, but growing up you sort of- play all the positions in little league and all, get to know what everyone does. not just your biggest strength.    ❞     quinn feels like she'd probably be good at everything though.    ❝    oh yeah- plenty of experience in the falling in love department. don't know if it's always a good thing, but- you learn your lessons.    ❞     he decides upon, shrugging his shoulders.

    ❝    yeah- i think it's pretty, mila. gotcha. she's a nickname girl. amelié is nice too though- really pretty. very soft...    ❞     as she says he should join her actual tour though, he does perk up, admittedly. she mentions pictures and he can't help but laugh. of course they're doing pictures. if they've got her in the stadium they have to.    ❝    yeah- i can give you the hookup. plus, i'm still new enough around here i can tell them we got lost if we get caught anywhere we shouldn't.    ❞     he teases, winking at her.    ❝    i'd be happy to join. but if you're looking for a picture with me, we can just take a few now.    ❞     probably a completely obvious flirtation, teasing that it seems like she's receiving well at least so far.    ❝    we can walk and talk though- get your tour, take some pictures for them to brag about you being here... then i'll get you some of the real stuff    ❞     

❝    it    was    very    nostalgic.    my    dad    took    my    twin    sister    and    i    to    games    when    we    were    younger,    but    it    wasn't    something    we    did    all    the    time,    so    it    really    did    feel    like    a    treat    to    be    handed    a    box.    the    prize    not    being    there    anymore    was    a    bit    of    a    damper.    ❞    she    says,    nodding    her    head    in    agreement.    she    had    enjoyed    herself,    though.    ❝    the    part    is    really    cool,    it's    very    small,    i    won't    have    to    be    on    set    much    for    filming    so    i've    been    going    just    to    get    absorbed    in    the    world    of    a    drama.    transitioning    into    a    new    genre    is    weird    and    i'm    really    thankful    for    the    chance    to    do    it    slowly.    you're    not    talking    crazy,    it    is    really    cool.    sounds    like    you    might    have    a    little    personal    experience    there,    though.    that's    good    in    my    industry.    ❞    

❝    oh?    that    is    really    very    sweet.    it's    short    for    amelié.    technically,    at    least.    kind    of    a    mashup    of    my    first    and    middle.    ❞    she    says,    finding    herself    so    drawn    to    him,    and    so    eager    to    tell    him    everything    about    herself.    ❝    ooh,    the    unofficial    tour    from    a    player?    now    that's    the    kind    of    tour    i    could    get    behind,    quinn.    if    you    wanted    to    pop    into    the    official    tour,    though,    i    know    they're    going    to    be    taking    pictures...    ❞    and    maybe    in    twenty    years,    they'd    be    showing    their    kids    those    first    few    pictures.    or    they'd    be    showing    them    to    their    kids    as    long    live    played    in    the    background,    but    mila    had    become    a    bit    more    of    a    romantic    over    the    past    few    months.

[cantalouupe]

good boy

nsfw!!! sub!xiao x f!reader

edging, breeding, (very) mild possessive behavior, public sex, praise kink, blowjob, handjob, voyeurism (sort of??), kitty is used as a nickname i think, he’s wearing the collar from this fic

Xiao is a good boy.

Always listens and behaves himself, letting you play with him however you wish. Especially after the collar incident, he’s very pliant, allowing you to do more because you both know he loves it.

Speaking of the collar incident, he hasn’t taken it off since. Every time you see him now, that thick leather band is wrapped snuggly around his neck, with the four golden letters attached glinting whenever the light touches it. Purple splotches adorn the space all around the collar from time spent with you sucking on his skin while riding him until he cries.

His neck, you think, looks like a piece of art. You quite like it that way, and continue to darken the marks anytime they seem to fade.

Today is no different than any day. You go up to the top balcony at Wangshu Inn where he resides and expect to see him gazing out at the sky, looking as pretty as ever, and you’ll get to spend the day together.

Except that’s not where he is at all.

Walking out on him slumped back in a chair with that black collar around his neck and a hand pumping furiously at his cock was far from anything you thought you’d come across him doing, but there he is.

He notices you quick, eyes that are as wide as saucers staring up at you from his spot. You give him a small, teasing look and go to sit in the chair beside him.

It’s quiet for a few moments - his body completely rigid while you relax into your seat - until you break the silence.

“Aren’t you going to show me how to do it?” Of course, you already know, but you’d never miss an opportunity to see Xiao take himself apart.

He does, his hand wrapping back around himself to give a few shaky tugs. Seeing the way his hand shook, he must be nervous - he’s never had anyone watch him get off before.

Once he starts feeling it, though - lips parting for small whimpers to fit out, grip around himself tightening while he moves it faster up and down his length - he seems to calm back down.

You watch him quietly, letting him enjoy himself a little, bask in the feeling of his hand jacking himself off.

He’ll look up once in a while, as if wondering whether you’re still there and looking, but immediately whips his head back down to stare at his hard cock when you meet his eyes.

What a good boy. So sweet and shy despite being taken apart by you nearly every time you visit.

Once his hips start canting upwards and his breaths begin to speed up you stop him, gripping his wrist in order to cease his movements. He’s flushed and his chest rises and falls, hand falling down to his side.

You pat his thigh, “good kitty.”

It’s your turn now, both of your eyes glued to your own hand that turns into a fist and gives one single pull.

“A little dry, don’t you think?” You question, and he makes a noise of confusion when your hand releases his cock. “Need to get it wet.”

A look of realization flashes in his lidded eyes as he watches you lean down to spit onto the head of his length. It runs down the sides, all the way down to drip onto his balls. He shivers and whines at the sensation.

You take your job of getting him nice and slick a step further and lean the rest of the way down to take him into your mouth. Slowly, your head slides down, all the way until your lips touch the base.

“Oh god,” he practically sobs, moving lightning fast to grip at the back of your head. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god-“

You hold your head there as long as you can, his dick pushing against the back of your throat. It’s a lot for him, his hips would be kicking into your mouth if you hadn’t taken him all the way in already. A constant stream of moans leave him while you have your mouth around him.

After a quick decision to have a little fun, your head begins to bob up and down, tongue gliding wet along the side of his shaft. The hands that gripped at the back of your head pushed now, and his hips jumped to get himself further inside your warm mouth.

Again, you let him enjoy it for a while, his noises like music to your ears.

He must have been close from his first edge, and began to climb in volume, alerting you that he was getting close once more.

You indulge him, giving him sucks that had him crying out your name. He got really close this time, thighs and abdominals tensing with the oncoming orgasm.

The sensation of wet lips leave him right in that minute and he almost sobs. Your thumb and pointer go to squeeze the base of his cock, successfully cutting off his orgasm right before it came.

He falls back against his chair, eyes closed shut tight while he catches his breath and tries to go away from the edge. You rub comfortingly at the top of his thigh.

“You got really close there, huh?” He gulps in another big breath and nods in response.

A praise leaves you before you even though about it. “You held on so well. Good boy.”

His cock twitches at that and you grin, giving his thigh a pat.

Really, he is such a good boy. All for you, too - you love it.

When his heavy breathing finally devolves into lighter pants is when you choose to continue pleasuring him. With your hand in a circle shape, you hover right above his length.

“Ready?” You didn’t wait for a response, basking in the sound that rips from his throat when your fist slides down onto him.

This must feel much better than when he first jacked his cock, because the slide is smoother and allows you to create a fast rhythm that has his head falling backwards.

“‘S good, ‘s so good.” He moans so prettily with your hand around him, crying out pleas for more whilst his hands find purchase on the arms of the chair.

“Yeah?” You ask, closing your hold on him a little tighter. “It’s good? I bet you’re already close, huh?”

You didn’t need to ask that, already knew he could probably come any minute - but the way he reacts to your words, the way he answers your questions makes you speak often.

“Mnh-“ Any response he had dies quickly. Glancing up to him, you see his mouth open, moans and words getting caught in his heavy breaths and pants.

“Oh, look at you,” you coo, quickening your pace until his hips were fucking up into your fist and he was tensing with another oncoming orgasm.

Such a good boy, you think while your hand slips up the shaft of his wet cock.

“I can come this time? Please?”

He’s so sweet that you feel a bit bad making him hold back longer. Your hand slows and desperately he shakes his head at you.

“Not yet, kitty.” When he attempts to make your hand speed back up by covering it with his and pulling it up, you let go of him completely.

“So greedy today,” you tut, finger going to tap teasingly at his tip. “We haven’t even gotten to the main event.”

His head perks up a little at that.

Normally, you would straddle and ride him until the two of you were coming, but today you wanted to do things a little different.

Luckily you had brought a blanket along with you the last time you visited him. It had been night, a little chilly and so you had taken a soft fleece-y material blanket in your bag so you could relax on the balcony with Xiao without being cold.

It was folded atop the little table near where you sat, so you snatched it up and laid it out on the wooden balcony floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable but it would suffice - you’re sure your level of comfort won’t matter once the two of you finally start what you had planned.

You shed your clothes, fighting a smile when you catch him staring from the corner of your eye. Your head tilts slightly when you turn to face him. “Are you going to join me?”

His eyes were wide and he looked a little distant, but he followed suit, fumbling out of his clothes and joining you onto the blanket you had laid out.

“Kiss me,” you advise, pulling his head away from its spot against your neck, where he’d been sucking and biting at.

“I don’t want to kiss.”

The way his eyes follow your lips tell a different story than his words. He always does that - claims that he doesn’t want to kiss you, as if he’s playing hard to get. As if he doesn’t melt against you right when you place your lips on his.

Unconsciously, his lips chased yours after you pulled away. You laughed into another kiss, murmuring “you’re so needy,” against him.

He whines, not even denying what you told him.

“Kitty,” you call him to attention. “You’re going to do something for me, okay?”

He nods, enthusiastic to do whatever you needed. When you lean down onto your back and spread your legs, though, his brain malfunctions.

“You want to fuck me?”

Xiao hasn’t ever fucked you before. You were always atop him, grinding and riding his cock while he sat brainless and on the edge beneath you. It was somewhat of a reward to him for being such a good boy all the time - you were curious to see how he’d react.

A small shuffle forward, unsure of the new position that put him in some position of control. You widened the space between your legs more to accommodate him, having him slide forward all the way until his cock was resting on top of your cunt.

“Go ahead,” you encourage lightly.

You hear him take a small, steadying breath, before you feel the press of his head against your hole. You’re wet and ready for him so he slips in without a hitch.

As soon as he’s inside, he can’t seem to stop the noises he makes. “Wet, n’ tight, it’s so good- I-“

His hips slid back and bumped forward and he let out a long moan.

“I won’t last. I’ll come, I’ll come.”

A small coo, reaching out to wrap your hand lightly around his neck. “Not yet, kitty. Can you fuck me?”

You don’t need to ask him twice. The feel of your hot cunt around his cock is always so much for him, so once he starts thrusting you know he won’t last long.

“You know,” you murmur into his ear, “i was thinking. You should come inside me.”

Even though he always come inside, the thought still has him whimpering out a plea.

“You can breed me,” you add, “and make me all yours.”

That was new. He must like the idea of that, because he pistons in harder, faster, in a way that has your head falling back in pleasure.

“All mine,” he repeats, “all mine.”

“Mhm, all yours.” You regain your composure as best you can so you can continue speaking. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Breed and fill me up so much it’s leaking out. Do you want that?”

You wish there was a way you could record his reaction. He had paused half-thrust, whole body shuddering at the thought of doing what you suggested. It was so sweet, the minute he had to take so he didn’t come right on the spot.

Already, he was close, voice high and loud while he keeps fucking you. You assume he isn’t used to the work it takes to fuck into you repeatedly like this, but he’s doing so well that you give him some sweet praises that mix with your breathy moans.

He’s such a good boy.

“Can I come, c’n I come, please- oh fuck.”

“Aw, you want to fill me up?” He whines high at that, collapsing into you while his hips work hard against yours.

You don’t give him permission, letting him get desperate while you get closer to the edge yourself. For not being experienced in doing the fucking, he was hitting so good inside you, so good that you were clamping down onto his cock.

He was so loud you were surprised no one came up here worried and wondering what was going on - truthfully this has been going on long enough for them to have figured it out.

More please spew from him, and, a little out of it, you nod.

With a few harsh final pushes inside, he releases, and the feeling of his load inside you has you tipping over as well. The rhythmic pulses of your cunt around him, milking him of every last drop makes his hips kick and a pathetic little overstimulated sob leave him.

“Mine,” he says breathlessly to nobody in particular - just voicing it.

What a good boy.

[e-jaegerenthusiast]

U&I; bully!megumi

warnings/tw; smut, orgasm denial, oral (both f and m receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight degrading, overstimulation, squirting, slapping, creampie, stomach bulge, slight blood, fluff towards the end (sheesh that’s a lot💀)

(all characters are of age)

bully characters event w/ @angedelouvre <3

summary; you always tried to understand him, what you didn’t know was that he was obsessed with you, not knowing how to show his love.

w.c; 5.0k

(based on the song U&I by the neighbourhood)

there were many occasions where people would call you naive. your small group of friends, your parents, even strangers of all sorts. they called you naive because they knew you had a choice.

they knew you could just report him to your teachers, school council or, principal even. they knew you were holding back. many times you felt shame, embarrassment, sheer humiliation. the venom in his voice would tug at your heartstrings and threaten to poison you. but you knew you were already poisened.

you asked yourself the reason to being quite. especially the times when he would hurt your feelings to the point you would think of reporting him. it would be a thought shimmering around your head, circling until you felt dizzy to the brim, tears threatening to spill. but you wouldn’t cry. you knew you were stronger than that, you knew you could handle it. you had enough practice thanks to your family anyway.

your problem was that, you were too understanding.

too empathic. your heart felt bad for the boy. you had done your research on him. knew that his mother was dead. knew that she probably died due to the not-so obvious criminal acts of his dad.

his dad was threatening. you only saw him once or twice at school, on rare occasions it was that he would drop his son off with his black heavy-duty ram. as if he couldn’t get any more intimidating, he had a scar across his lips, frown on his face, bored look in his eyes, thick muscles and veins gripping the steering wheel.

your eyes would dart to megumi, as he would get out the car, closing the door with force you knew wasn’t needed. the noise echoing through your ears as his dad would reciprocate with the sound of the heavy engine speeding off. your lips would form a thin line, thinking if that’s the tension between them without any words, what hell was it at home?

would they scream and shout at eachother? break things? would his introvert and brooding sister get caught up between the two hot-headed men? would they not even talk? as deadly silence fills the whole house?

you would be brought out of your thoughts and snapped back to reality as fushiguro would walk past you, light scoff leaving his velvet lips. looking at you with a frown as if you were below him. as if you were ought to be ashamed for staring at him. as if you didn’t have permission to. the threatening look in his dark blue eyes would raise the beats of your heart, yet you wouldn’t look away. you knew you would pay for it later anyway.

you would watch as he walked away, your eyes darting to his hair. noticing how it wasn’t styled and spiky today as it is normally. his hair was almost messy, as if he wasn’t bothered to do anything with it. a few strands covered his forhead, making him look almost.. soft. you internally laughed at yourself for ever associating that word with the boy.

you would zone out all day in your classes, thinking of all the possibilities. thinking of what life fushiguro had to live at home. trying to understand why he would act the way he did. why he felt the need to bully you, no. you hated that word. you hated what it implied. you would like to believe he would only pick on you. maybe you were in denial. that’s what everybody would tell you. even your brain, telling you that you like to be his punching bag.

so what if he had issues at home? so what if he had self-issues and most definitely daddy issues? that would be no reason to hurt you. a girl. no, that would be no reason to hurt anyone. that’s what the rational parts of your brain would tell you. the other parts, the more naive and dumb parts, would tell you you want to help him somehow. even if he got some sort of relief by hurting you. you would want to help him.

you didn’t know why you would sacrifice your mental and emotional well being for a boy like him. but something pulled you in. he was like a damn magnet. a negative one. and you were the positive. that’s all you would think about sitting in physics class. but the negative and positive should attract eachother. then why were you the only would attracted? were you?

your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing sound of the bell, everyone picking up their backpacks and leaving. you would always be last to leave the classroom, sometimes staring too hard out the window, getting lost in your thoughts. there was something peaceful about an empty classroom, a place that was always constantly filled with noise and people, now quite.

you sighed as you picked up your bag and slowly started making your way out the classroom, you had a free period now, which you would usually go and have lunch with your friends in. however today you were feeling nauseous, not really in the mood to chew or even swallow anything.

as you opened the class door, making your way to the empty halls, you felt a strong pair of hands grab on to your shoulders, making you flinch. they pushed you back into the classroom in a flash, you were now pushed up against the classroom wall, door closing shut by itself. as you tried to calm your breathing and opened your eyes, you saw the familiar dark blue ones staring down at you with a glint of madness swimming in them. you wish you could swim in them.

your heart started beating faster. how did he know you took this class? you looked down at his hands on your upper arms, hissing as you looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, as if you wanted to tell him it hurt with your eyes. not wanting to talk. he slightly loosened his grip on your arms. but still keeping his big hands on you. as if to remind you, to make you aware of his intimidating presence.

he spoke through his teeth, with the same venom in his voice as always, “what the fuck were you doing watching me this morning?” he searched your eyes for an answer, yet the only thing he saw was his own so called hate in them.

you batted your eyelashes slowly, “I- huh?”

his grip tightened again in a mere second, pushing you into the wall as you winced, your back hitting against the hard wall. “don’t fucking bullshit me, l/n. you come to school from the other side, what the fuck were you doing on the east side where I get off?” 

you closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. not wanting to break beneath his firm touch and voice. you spoke in a low voice as you looked down, “..I was— waiting for a friend that gets off there.”

you felt both his hands let go of you, dropping by his sides. you felt his fingers on your chin, making you flinch visibly, his brows furrowing at you as he made you look up to his eyes.

your eyes darted all around his face, his cheeks looked so soft, his lips pressed together as his face was dangerously close to yours. you finally looked up to his eyes, they were as if searching for something within yours, you bit on your lower lip, his hand left your chin. muttering “liar.” before he swiftly got out, leaving you a mental mess in the empty classroom.

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the day passed quite slowly, it seemed like every hour was adding a new weight on your head. you picked up your bag and left your last class, gaze on the floor as you thought about a certain raven-headed asshole.

you weren’t feeling like going home, you’d usually go home after the sun sets, listening to music and biking around. your parents could care less anyway, busy with their own bickering. you walked to the school parking lot, trying to get to your bike.

a tall figure caught your attention as he was leaning against a tree, the shadow of the big willow covering his face. your eyes darted to the willow tree, the cool breeze making the leaves swish from side to side. willows, hope. belonging. safety.

you walked towards the tree, the bike stands being right next to it. you glanced at the boy again, almost gasping as your eyes locked with the same blue ones from earlier today. he walked towards you, hint of a smirk on his face. you swiftly tried to untie your bike and leave. not wanting any more conflict, you thought you couldn’t take it.

he grabbed on to your arm with a tight grip, your eyes shooting daggers at him, “let me go.” for once, venom filled your voice. he gave you the most shit-eating grin, “I wanna talk to you, bunny.” you tolled your eyes at the unfamiliar nickname.

you felt rather bold today, the blood in your veins rushing to your ears as you raised your voice, “let me fucking go. go and release your daddy issues somewhere else, fushiguro.”

he raise his brows, “the sweet innocent girl is swearing at me? insulting me? you seem to forget who you’re talking to, sweetie.” his grip on your arm tightened as he pulled you away from your bike before you could undo the restrains. he started pulling you towards the parking lot.

your legs walking for you at this point, you dumbfoundedly followed him as he kept tugging on your arm. almost throwing you when he let go, his voice filled with anger, “get in.” he said as he got into a black hellcat charger parked in the parking lot.

you stood there, the rational part of your brain practically yelling at you to not get in a car with your bully. but your legs were already walking for you before you could listen to your own warnings.

the smell of cedarwood and musk hit your nose as you sat down in the leather seats next to him. looking out the window, you huffed. crossing your arms as the car started with a roar, “where are we going?”

he glanced at you from the side of his eyes, “shut your smart little mouth.” this time, his voice wasn’t filled with the usual venom, it had a hint of..playfulness?

you dropped your hands in your lap and fidgeted with them, tapping one of your legs against the floor of the car slowly as he pulled out of the parking lot snd onto the street. that didn’t go unnoticed by fushiguro, his eyes darting to your fingers and your bumping leg, piecing together that you were indeed nervous.

he spoke in a low, menacing voice, “I’m not gonna kill you, don’t worry.” you looked at him with this, letting out a dry chuckle, “oh! like that makes it sound less-creepy!”

he didn’t say anything as he smirked and sped up. the car hit a speed bump, his arm shot to you, holding it infront of your form as to shield you like a seatbelt, his bicep pressing into your chest. he removed his arm after a few seconds as fast as he had brought it. your cheeks grew red, putting on your seatbelt, not wanting that to happen again. or did you?

he turned on the car’s radio, and put on a song with a few swipes of his slender fingers on his phone. the screen lighting up and reading “Softcore—The neighbourhood”. your scoff at the universe being hidden as he raised the volume and sped up again.

the ride to wherever he was going was pretty long, at some point your eyes drooping from the tiredness of the school day, but immediately opening back up as you didn’t trust the boy enough to be unconscious around him.

after a few minutes, you arrived at lookout. he got out the car, and sat down on the hood. you sighed, and got out after him. the view of the city was breathtaking, the sun hiding under the clouds, a few minutes away from setting down completely. the sky a mix of purple, pink, and orange.

you stood by the car door, watching the view as he glanced at you, a ghost of a smile at his lips.

you took slow steps towards him, standing next to the hood of the car yet not sitting down beside him. you moved your eyes from the view and to his face, the sunset had painted his face a faint orange, the dark blue of his eyes almost looking brown. you sighed for what seemed to be the umpteenth time of the evening, “why did you bring me here, fushiguro?”

he turned his head to you, motioning for you to sit down next to him. you did. but he stood, moving to stand infront of you, his face being much higher than yours than it usually is. his glanced moved between your lips and you eyes, “I fucking hate you, angel.”

before you could react, he leaned down swiftly, catching your lips in his, putting one palm on the hood of the car next to your thigh and placing the other on your cheek, holding you as his soft lips pressed against yours. his cool cedarwood cologne filling your nose as it pressed against his.

you suddenly came to your senses, hitting his chest with both your hands, looking up at his now lust-filled blue orbs. he took your wrists and placed both your hands around his neck as he leaned into you again, this time you felt his tongue against your lips, begging to enter. you refused, that was until his hands went to palm your ass on the car, making you gasp as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

your tongue slowly moved against his, yet he still dominated your mouth. your hands starting to move on him, one going to grip his bicep and the other intertwining in his soft hair, you were so thankful his hair was soft today for whatever reason. no hint of any of the excessive gel he uses to hold up his spikes. as your hand easily glided through his raven locks, he grunted into your mouth, moving closer to you, opening you thighs with his hands so he could stand in between them.

you pulled away, your lungs not the only thing threatening to combust. a string of saliva connected you both until his ragged sighs and breaths broke it. your looked up at him, your eyes swiftly switching between each of his eyes. he looked down at you and blinked slowly, suddenly pulling you flush against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your figure, face burried in your neck.

you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, snuffling against his chest as it smelt heavenly. he groaned. you pulled back, looking up at him with a confused look, until he motioned his head downwards between the both of you. only then you realized something hard poking at your thigh. your face grew red as you burried you head in his chest again, feeling a deep chuckle come from it. he spoke in a deep, throaty voice against the shell of your ear, making you shiver, “are you a virgin?”

you moved away from his chest, looking up at his dark eyes, the sun was almost completely behind the horizon now. you slowly shaked your head, blushing. he smirked, “you naughty little thing.”

before you could say anything else, he picked you up by your ass, your hands going to tighten around his neck and your legs around his waist. you could hear one of the car doors open as your buried your face into his neck, smelling his cologne, something you clearly couldn’t get enough of.

he sat you down on the edge of the backseat, the car door still open as he knelt down in between it, looking up at you with soft eyes. you felt a lump in your throat as you started to get anxious. he realized it too, his burrows furrowing as he put his hands on your kness, his thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs. “what’s wrong, baby?”

your heart threatened to convulse at the nickname, sucking in a breath before you slowly spoke, “are..are you going to..use me? and- and then—“

he cut you off as he squeezed your thigh with one hand, and put his other palm on your cheek. “don’t say that..please.”

you didn’t know if he was genuine or not, his gaze holding an unreadable expression. but you fell for him anyway. you knew you were going to be at his mercy and do whatever he asks of you.

his eyes searching for something in yours, you nodded your head against his palm. at that, he gripped your legs and pulled you forward even more, your ass just barely on the seat of the car. his slender hands trailed up your thighs, long fingers resting on the waistline of your pants. your breaths were messy and uncollected as he slowly slid your pants down to your ankles, his gaze landing on your slightly damp underwear.

he licked his lips. the action being too intriguing for you, you leaned down, grabbing a hold of the back of his soft black hair as you smashed your lips against his. at first, he was surprised and didn’t move, then he started meeting your hungry open-mouthed kisses to his lips, tongues fighting like a tug of war.

he eventually pulled away, a slight smirk on his face “such a needy little slut, hm?”

you bite your lip as he leaves wet kisses on your lower thighs, inching closer to where you needed him most slowy. he looks up at you, and oh lord you could probably cum on the spot from only his gaze. you bite your lip harder. with the action, he let out a deep growl, biting harshly on your thigh, sure to leave a mark. he soothed it with his tongue and he spoke, mouth coming of your skin with a ‘pop’, “don’t you dare hold back your moans,” he pressed more wet kisses to your thighs, occasionally sucking and nibbling on the soft skin. “been wanting to hear em’ for so long, don’t hold back baby.”

little pants and sighs started leaving your mouth, your hips slightly bucking, trying to find some friction with the edge of the leather seat beneath you. fushiguro noticed, of course. his hands came to grip your hips, holding you down firmly as he tutted. “don’t be bad now. patience, angel.” you whined at his words, a low chuckle leaving him as his hands now gripped the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down.

you pressed your thighs together, nervousness creeping up your veins. he looks up at you with his dark blue eyes which looked black as the night before you. “c’mon now, lemme see that pretty pussy, yeah?”

you hesitated. he didn’t, gripping your thighs tightly as he pried your legs open. glistening cunt bare to his eyes now. he licked his lips, something you could get used to.

he pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs as he moved closer, hot breath fanning over you cunt. you clenched around nothings as he pressed a soft kiss on your clit, you bit your lip again.

a sudden sharp sting on your clit from his teeth made you scream, looking down at him as he hummed around your lips, gaze never leaving yours. you knew what he meant. he wanted you to be more vocal.

his tongue flicked around your sensitive clit, making you squirm beneath him as you started letting out quite moans, spurring him on to him against your clit as he attacked you with his tongue. his hums would spur you on to moan more, making him hum more. it was a whole cycle of the two of you getting lost in eachother’s sounds and pleasures.

as soon as your moans turned into whines and your thighs began to slightly shake against his hold, he pulled away, your wetness covering his chin and his lips. making him practically glow in the darkness surrounding you both. you whined, the knot in your stomach slipping from you and getting lost in his gaze.

he licks all around his lips, “you’re not cumming unless it’s ‘round my cock, angel.” his gruff voice making you shiver. with that, he stood up, making you lay back in the car seats. he hovered over you, one of his legs still out of the car, as his other leg was in between yours. he brought his lips down to yours, tongues instantly linking together as he hummed in your mouth. you could taste yourself on his tongue, your hands went to his neck and hair, slightly tugging on the black locks.

with a firm grip on his hair, you brought your other hand to his shoulder, pushing him down to sit, his back against the closed door of the car, one of his long legs stretched out on the seat and the other rested in a normal seating position on the floor of the car.

he furrowed his brows at your boldness, lips giving you a soft, lust-dazed smile. you put your hands in his thighs, slightly tugging at his pants. he lifted his hips to take off both his pants and underwear with a chuckle. you wanted to hear that sound forever.

the whole time you looked at his face, kind of intimidated to look down, as he finished and looked at you, he raised a brow, “It won’t bite y’know.”

you slowly looked down, your eyes widening at his length. his cock was pretty. he looked long, very long— maybe more than 7’. the head of his cock was flushed a pretty dark pink, slightly darker than the rest of his length. precum leaking down his dick from the tip.

the sound of another heavenly chuckle of his brought you out of your daze, he waited patiently for you. not trying to push you. was this the fushiguro you really knew? how was he being so soft? so kind almost?

you moved your hand towards him, gripping his length as he hissed. you pumped him slowly, his eyebrows furrowing and mouth hanging open as he let out ragged breaths and threw his head back.

you could easily say he looked the prettiest right now. so you did, “it’s so pretty.”

his dark eyes moved from the ceiling to you, raising a brow as he tried to smirk, you hand tightening around him made him wince instead.

“p-pretty?” he said in a shaky voice, almost making you chuckle. you smiled and nodded your head. if you weren’t in pure ecstatic bliss right now, you would believe fushiguro blushed at your words.

you slowly leaned down to his cock, he held his breath as your soft lips pressed a kiss to his tip. you circled your tongue around his head, his thighs slightly shaking at the action. soft pants leaving his plum lips.

you slowly took him in your mouth, less than half of it barely fitting before it hit the back of your throat. you looked up at him, he was biting his lips, looking down at you. you disconnect from his cock with a ‘pop’, a few strings of saliva around your lips as you licked them, “wanna hear you too.” you said softly, he nodded swiftly, wanting you to continue your previous actions.

you licked a strip all the way on the prominent vein showing at the side of his length. he winced in pleasure, moaning as you took him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down in a slow pace.

he gave out a slow whine, his hand moving to your shoulder, pulling you back from his now saliva-covered cock. his face scrunched as he took deep breaths, “i’m c-close, don’t wanna cum in your mouth.” you looked at him dumbfounded, he gave out a low chuckle, “c’mere.” he shifted on the car seat, sitting down completely and pulling you into his lap.

he held your chin, bringing your lips down to his, you melted into him, letting him dominate your mouth with his tongue. you gasped and moaned as you felt him shift, his cock sitting right at your entrance. he looked up at you, holding your hips, “gonna put it in slowly, kay?” his velvet voice making you shiver, you nodded. feeling his tip between your folds, you moaned, hands tightening on his broad shoulders.

he slowly pushed you down onto him, filling you to the brim. you screamed from the stretch, your eyes squeezing shut as he shushed you and drew small circles on your hips with his thumb. you opened your eyes, lids heavy on lust, your teeth pressed down so hard on your lower lip it drew blood. he leaned forward, licking the blood of your lips, then pressing his lips softly to yours.

you made out as his cock still sat in you, unmoving. you could feel him twitch against your walls as you bit on his lip while pulling it. he looked down between you, “fuuuuck,” you looked to where his gaze was, slightly confused. you saw what he was gawking it, his long cock made a bulge in your stomach, you clenched around him involuntarily, making him hiss as he spoke through his teeth, “if you clench around me one more time i’m going to cum without having fucked you.” there was venom in his voice, but it was delicious, you wanted it. you were insatiable.

you clenched around him, this time on command. he groaned as he pressed down on the bulge his cock made on your stomach with his slender fingers. you felt warm liquid fill you up, you moaned, as he started fucking into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the car.

you could feel his cum from a few seconds prior leak onto his thighs as he kept fucking into you, with a bruising pace. you screamed as his hand landed a harsh slap on your ass, kneading it with his palm to soothe the pain, “fuck—fuck, fuck i told you i’d cum, now you’re gonna have to take it.” you clenched around him with his words, cumming around him with a loud whine as he slapped your ass again.

his movements didn’t falter for a second. fucking you through your orgasm and after it, your hands pushing away at his chest pathetically, pulling a menacing chuckle from him as he held your arms as you shook.

you had barely came down from your high when you felt him slap you other ass cheek, thrusting into you harder than before if that was even possible, his balls slapping your ass with each movement, your thighs shaking. “f-fushiguro—“, he grunted, “megumi. say my name.” you shivered, “m-megumi!!” a chant of blabbers leaving your mouth as he fucked you dumb. “that’s right angel.”

he buried his head into your neck, you could feel his hot breaths on the shell of your ear, his movements slowing down, or so you thought. he started a different pace, instead of fast thrusts, he gave you hard ones, pulling out of your ruined cunt slowly and thrusting back in harshly after a few seconds.

both his palms went to your ass, holding your cheeks to move you with them, he spoke into your ear with a thrust of his hips, “i want you to know,” another hard thrust, making you scream, he spoke with a deep voice, “i need you to be,” another thrust, he groaned as you clenched around him, trying to suppress your moans so you could hear him. “i need you to be—fuck-argh-someone for me in my life,” you wrapped your hands around his head, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on your neck as he thrusted again, “i can’t— i can’t let you g-go.”

your hand tugged on his hair, and that was his breaking point, cumming into you again as he thrusted, his thumb going to rub on your clit, making you cum with a scream as you tightened around him. your whole body shaked as he held you close, your pussy gushed from the overstimulation, your fluids covering his abs in a glistening sight.

you stood like that for a while, embracing eachother as your bodies cooled down. after a few seconds, he helped you get off of him, cleaning the both of you with a few tissues as he handed you your clothes.

you didn’t know what you were now, you just knew you were happy. you were happy when you screamed out the window of his car, his hand resting on your upper thigh as you urged him to shout at the empty road too.

you were happy when he got you both food, eating together as you laughed and talked. you were happy because you felt safe.

safe to just talk for hours with him about your fears and the things you’re ashamed of.. hours of pure vulnerability with him, and when you would look up, expecting the worst. you would feel his lips against yours.

only one thing bugged and ate away at your head when he dropped you off at your house, making you still your hands on the doorbell,

he never apologized.

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aaaaaa i hope you guys enjoyed this one <3

it took me a long time to write phew~ my first actual fic posted~

part 2

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opening  his  mouth  to  protest  ,  he  realized  he  really  had  nothing  to  offer  in  that  situation  .  he  couldn’t  even  defend  himself  against  her  very  true  statements  ,  so  he  closes  his  mouth  feeling  like  a  fucking  little  fish  while  his  brows  furrow  into  a  scowl  ,  lips  pinched  tight  ,  “  you  are  just  a  little  fucking  asshole  ,  ”  there’s  no  malice  to  his  tone  ,  it’s  entirely  playful  ,  yet  portrayed  to  be  as  serious  as  jonnie  could  get  ,  “  maybe  that  would  save  me  in  the  end  ,  huh  !  ever  think  about  that  !  i’ve  been  told  i  do  my  best  squid  games  thinking  skills  high  out  of  my  mind  .  ”  he  lets  out  a  small  harumph  ,  “  you  just  wait  and  see  ,  once  some  weird  apocalypse  comes  i’m  not  saving  your  ass  .  i’m  gonna  leave  you  to  get  your  brains  eaten  while  i’ll  survive  .  ”  the  dramatics  not  stopping  ,  he  was  already  slightly  stoned  which  didn’t  help  at  all  ,  his  loopy  brain  wanting  to  liven  up  their  evening  even  if  it  didn’t  really  need  to  be  livened  up  more  than  it  already  was  .

“  wow  …  wow  …  ”  the  o’s  dragged  out  in  the  words  ,  “  you’re  really  just  kicking  a  guy  when  he’s  down  !  and  if  you  wouldn’t  use  voluptuous  ,  what  would  you  use  ,  huh  ?  stellar  ,  fat  ,  meaty  ,  spankable  ?  ”  the  last  word  said  with  an  over  the  top  flirty  tone  accompanied  by  a  smirk  and  a  wink  ,  probably  not  helping  in  the  slightest  .  he  was  sure  someone  would  recognize  them  out  and  about  ,  they  probably  wouldn’t  go  up  to  them  ,  but  with  the  rumors  that  wouldn’t  stop  plaguing  the  twitter  trends  ,  there  were  obviously  people  always  lurking  whenever  they  were  together  ,  “  oh  ,  yeah  ,  they’ll  be  talking  about  how  in  love  we  are  —  dawnnie  was  it  ?  or  did  they  call  us  jawn  ?  feels  a  little  uncreative  considering  it  just  sounds  like  a  nickname  of  one  of  our  own  names  …  should  we  kiss  ?  give  them  something  to  talk  about  ?  ”  he  snickers  ,  puckering  his  lips  in  her  direction  obnoxiously  .  “  i  don’t  know  how  people  think  we’re  in  love  though  ,  ”  he  looks  her  up  and  down  before  grimacing  in  faux  disgust  ,  “  clearly  all  you  wanna  do  is  insult  me  —  for  a  guy  who  plays  pop  ,  my  favorite  annoyance  —  maybe  they  think  we  have  some  sort  of  dom/sub  thing  going  on  ?  sounds  kinda  hot  not  gonna  lie  .  ”  will  he  get  murdered  for  saying  that  ?  probably  ,  but  at  least  he’ll  go  out  in  glory  .  no  one  else  would  have  the  balls  to  do  it  anyways  .

there  was  also  the  fact  that  it  never  bothered  jonnie  ,  her  snarky  quips  or  rude  gestures  didn’t  turn  him  off  ,  honest  it  just  made  him  want  to  continue  doing  whatever  it  was  that  made  her  react  that  way  .  it  felt  like  a  fun  cat  and  mouse  thing  they  had  going  on  or  maybe  a  cat  and  rat  thing  considering  jonnie  thinks  dawn  would  equate  him  more  to  the  gigantic  rats  people  were  afraid  of  when  traveling  to  new  york  than  to  a  cute  little  mouse  you  find  waiting  to  be  rescued  at  the  pet  store  .  “  maybe  i  am  ,  do  you  think  it'd  work  ?  ”  he  smirks  ,  taking  a  seat  on  one  of  the  stools  and  pulling  another  out  from  under  some  random  guy  already  reaching  for  it  ,  “  have  a  seat  ,  m’lady  ,  ”  bowing  as  best  as  he  can  as  he  turns  his  attention  back  to  the  bartender  ,  relaying  his  own  order  of  ‘  just  a  vodka  redbull  ’  before  turning  back  towards  dawn  ,  “  yeah  ,  i  tend  to  come  here  every  now  and  then  ,  it’s  one  of  the  more  down low  bars  ,  won’t  find  much  tourists  around  here  and  it’s  nice  because  you  won’t  have  to  listen  to  them  drone  on  about  how  this  isn’t  like  the  other  places  in  the  city  …  but  maybe  as  a  new  york  native  i’m  being  a  bit  too  judgmental  .  ”

there  was  one  thing  dawn  was  not  about  to  do  and  that  was  admitting  she  hadn't  seen  squid  game,  making  her  entirely  unprepared  for  this  discussion  that  jonnie  seemed  to  be  unwilling  to  let  go  of.  red  light,  green  light.  the  giant  doll.  she'd  obviously  heard  of  it  (  just  because  she  was  korean  didn't  mean  she'd  seen  squid  game,  okay  classmates  ?!  )  but  was  her  judgment  on  whether  jonnie  would  survive  it  entirely  sound  ?  probably  yes,  considering  she  wouldn't  place  bets  on  jonnie  in  any  kind  of  survival  show  situation.  "  please,  you'd  probably  be  out  of  your  mind  high  and  get  scared  shitless  about  that  doll  and  just  like....  stand  entirely  still.  "  she  hoped  that  was  a  safe  enough  assumption  to  cover  her  entire  lack  of  knowledge.

jonnie  was  being  as  dramatic  as  could  be,  his  normal  everyday  mode.  as  far  as  that  went,  the  two  of  them  couldn't  be  more  different  with  dawn's  demeanor  switching  between  indifferent,  infuriated  and  little  else.  still,  a  little  smirk  was  working  its  way  up  the  corners  of  her  lips.  falling  back  a  few  steps,  she  shamelessly  checked  out  his  ass,  considering  it  was  the  object  of  current  discussion.  "  mhm,  not  sure  voluptuous  is  quite  the  word  i  would  use."  which  was  big,  coming  from  a  girl  with  little  to  no  ass  herself.  his  complaint  about  the  lack  of  affection  she  was  paying  him  was  met  with  little  less  than  a  look  of  disgust.  catching  back  up,  she  bumped  into  his  side.  "  would  you  quit  making  a  scene  ?!  if  people  start  paying  attention  and  taking  pictures  of  us,  i  bet  they  won't  be  talking  about  your  enormous  dumptruck  on  twitter  later.  "  her  voice  is  clearly  teasing,  but  she'd  truly  prefer  not  to  feed  the  twitter  trolls  even  more  and  luckily  jonnie  switched  back  to  their  usual  banter  soon  enough.  scoffing,  she  looked  at  him  sideways,  one  eyebrow  raised.  "  you're  opening  your  mouth  pretty  wide  for  a  guy  who  plays  pop.  "  this  was  their  comfort  zone,  teasing  each  other  about  their  abilties,  always  trying  to  come  out  on  top  but  never  quite  serious.  jonnie  was  a  good  drummer,  in  some  aspects  maybe  a  better  drummer  than  her,  but  she'd  be  damned  before  admitting  that.  "  my  favorite  annoyance  ?  "  perhaps  he  wasn't  too  far  off  with  that  one,  perhaps  dawn  enjoyed  his  silly  antics  more  than  she  had  ever  anticipated.  how  did  she  let  it  get  that  far  ?!

following  him  the  last  couple  of  minutes  to  the  bar,  there  was  little  she  was  less  in  the  mood  for  than  standing  in  line.  luckily  jonnie  seemed  to  frequent  this  place,  giving  them  the  opportunity  to  not  only  cut  the  line  but  get  in  without  having  their  ids  checked  as  well.  she  liked  this  place.  the  bass  vibrating  through  the  entire  bar  already  made  dawn  feel  more  at  ease  than  she  had  outside,  in  the  cold.  while  it  was  a  little  too  packed  for  dawn's  liking,  she  had  to  assume  that  spoke  for  the  quality  of  music  they  played  here.  letting  jonnie  take  the  lead,  they  made  their  way  to  the  bar  and  dawn  took  a  look  at  the  drinks  this  place  offered.  "  trying  to  appease  me  with  alcohol,  huh  ?  not  the  worst  plan  i've  heard  from  you.  "  she  left  the  killing  allegations  unanswered,  instead  waving  down  the  barkeeper  for  their  order.  leaning  over  the  counter,  as  much  as  she  could  at  her  height,  she  yelled  over  the  noise.  "  i'll  take  a  whiskey  sour  and  he  wants...  "  she  kept  it  open,  looking  at  jonnie  to  add  his  drink  of  choice.  slowly,  she  started  warming  up  to  this.  literally.  "  alright,  so  this  is  one  of  your  regular  places,  huh  ?  "  she  asked,  looking  around  to  get  a  grasp  of  their  surroundings  and  the  people  hanging  out  here.

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It Was Written on Their Wrists in Stars (ch4/?)

Egon Spengler/F!Reader

Ch1. Ch2. Ch3. Ch5. Ch6. Ch7. Ch8. Ch9. Ch10.

Rating: General Audiences

Includes: Soulmate marks, soulmate fic, Socially Drinking, slight Peter Venkman x reader

Word Count: 1382

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Summary: Ever since you were a child, you had dreamed about getting your mark and finding the perfect person. When you finally got your mark, a quarter-sized star on the inside of your wrist, you were delighted! Your fairytale romance was just getting started. Egon didn’t believe in fate. He didn’t believe that a mark on your body meant something just because it matched a mark on someone else’s body. When he woke up one morning and found a star on his wrist, he brushed it off. Moles could be star-shaped, he supposed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters (sad, I know). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Sorry for the delay in posting. I took a mental health break and then work got busy... and THEN my laptop DIED! The verdict is in on that one too :( It’s a goner. I had to purchase a new one (which TOTALLY sucks because it was only 1 1/2 years old ugh!!!) But I hope you enjoy this chapter! I suppose it’s some Peter/Reader too.... but it’s not endgame so don’t worry!

Enjoy

"So, any big plans this summer?" I lift my fruity drink to my lips, trying not to grimace at the sugary vodka flavor. Tears spring to my eyes in response to the offensive flavor, and I try desperately to blink them away.

"Work mainly," Peter leans back in his chair, "The guys and I might take a road trip out of the city for the fourth. What about you?"

More than excited to talk about my newly acquired internship, I beam at him, "I was selected for the internship with Doctor Leinonen."

"Oh wow, congratulations. So you're the lucky student who gets to work with Spengler this summer."

The smile slips away from my lips. The universe was seriously dead set on making avoiding Egon hard for me.

Out of all the ways to find out who your internship partner was, this has to take the cake. The whole dynamic between myself and these two men has already been challenging. In usual fashion, I was the one who held the truth about the situation. Because of this, I felt strangely guilty to be going out with my match mark's good friend.

"Oh."

Peter smiles, his brow raised and painted with humor, "Does that sound like a bad time?"

I shake my head, "Of course not. Good for him. I know how important these internships can be in determining graduate school."

"Brainiac doesn't need to worry about graduate school, trust me."

I tilt my head, wondering if I heard him correctly, "Is that what you call him? Brainiac?"

Peter smirks, leaning further into his chair. He really plays up the whole nonchalant thing. "On occasion. Fits pretty well, don't you think?"

"Huh--" I try to hide my interest in this new knowledge about Egon by taking another sip of my awful drink. Again, the sweetness coats my tongue, making me want to gag. Hoping to avoid this mistake for the third time, I set the drink down further from my salad plate.

Peter's eyes follow my hand as I move the drink away, "Why do you ask?"

I mean to laugh it off, but it comes out as a nervous sort of titter, "Brainiac is uh-- my nickname. Well, only my roommate really uses it..." No one needs to know that! Especially not the man I'm on a date with, and extra especially when he's just said he teases his friend with the same stupid nickname.

Besides, I probably sound too excited over this odd connection between Egon and me.

"Small world," Peter says before changing the subject, "The internship should be a breeze with Egon as your partner, though. I'd never admit it to him, but he's near-genius. Even if he is an oddball."

I try not to look offended by this comment. Egon wasn't an oddball! Peter may as well have called me an oddball if that's how he really felt about Egon.

It's hard to control the coldness in my voice, "I spent the past week studying with him. He seems very dedicated to his work."

"Oh, I didn't know you knew him."

I try to avoid his eyes by looking down at my lap, "I wouldn't say I know him. I've met him at best."

"Dedicated is a nice way to put it. He's obsessive when it comes to that notebook. Spends his Saturday's shut up in his room with a pizza and whatever he's working on at the moment. You witnessed one of the rare times he's gone out with us for a drink. Not that he had anything but water, but still."

"He doesn't drink?" The question slips out before I can stop it. 

Peter frowns, probably wondering why I'm so interested in Egon. Jesus-- this was such a bad idea.

"Yeah. At least I've never witnessed him drinking."

"Interesting." 

It looks like I've thrown Peter off his game as a long pause of awkward silence comes over us. 

"But, you're friends with Ray, right?" 

"I am," I nod, "I've known him since Sophomore year."

"It's funny how we never crossed paths before, being in the same department and all." Ah, I haven't completely shaken him with my questions.

"It's a rather large department," I smile. 

"Are you ready to order?" Our waiter interrupts. I want to thank the young man. 

Peter gives me a look, probably letting me decide if we were ready to order or not.

"Oh yes. I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich with the garden salad, please."

The waiter scribbles down the order before turning towards Peter, "And you, sir?"

"The cheeseburger with waffle fries." 

My mind wanders for a second back to Egon. I wonder what he would order. It's an odd enough thought to get stuck in; I don't hear the waiter ask for my menu until Peter's saying my name.

"Oh, sorry," I hand the man my menu, avoiding Peter's eye.

He's still watching me long after the waiter leaves.

It makes me nervous the way he's looking at me. Not the good kind of nervousness where your body fills with warm happiness. Peter's doing something closer to analyzing me.

"So," I clear my throat, "What are you planning on doing after graduation?"

"I'm staying right here in Colombia. I imagine you have a similar plan?"

"Uh-- not exactly. I'm hoping for Harvard or Yale."

He whistles, "You got big plans?"

"There are some doctors I'd like to work with professionally at both Universities. Of course, I wouldn't be upset going to Columbia for graduate school."

"No, no. Just admit we're your last choice." There's a sparkle in his eyes.

I love that he can easily make me laugh. "It's nothing against Columbia. I just would like to see what other programs are like." Which is completely true. I never planned on doing graduate school at Columbia. The plans hadn't changed since meeting Egon-- 

There goes my mind again, wandering to Egon.

***

Peter's lips crash against mine, hands firm on my waist. I try not to think about how wrong this whole thing feels. He's too domineering, his hands too rough. 

The uncomfortable sensation that follows kissing someone new, combined with the awkwardness of kissing someone in the middle of a sidewalk, makes the kiss tense.

I try not to flinch as his hands being to descend lower.

Nope, I'm a chicken. I pull away, placing my hands on his chest to keep him at arm's length.

I go for the fake yawn behind the hand trick, "It's late."

Peter reaches for my waist again, "It is."

Politely as possible, I try again, "Thank you for dinner." Maybe some of the girls he went with wanted to sleep with him on the first date, but after that kiss, was he really expecting much?

He seems to get the message, "We should do it again sometime."

I smile, "We should."

Peter steps down the steps. He doesn't look upset, which I'm surprised about. "I'll call you."

Maybe he wasn't as... well, demanding as I initially thought. He's certainly taking this small rejection well, better than most men I've gone out with, "Goodnight, Peter."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

***

I slide down my bedroom door, feeling like I'm doing something awful. I could admit to myself that I hadn't been present in the kiss, maybe not the entire date. The feeling that I was doing something wrong, not morally per se, but wrong for me, sat in the pit of my stomach the entire night.

Maybe it was a tiny bit wrong. Or maybe I was looking at this from a romantic novel perspective instead of through the view of a romantic comedy. I mean, this is what that is, isn't it? I know my soulmate, and I'm still willingly going out with his friend? I certainly hadn't planned for my "great love story" to veer dramatically towards comedy. 

If I had given up on finding a table that day at the library, I wouldn't be in this mess. I wouldn't care so much that Peter wasn't "prince charming" because there wouldn't be someone to compare him to.

I wouldn't dare explain any of these thoughts to Monica. For one, she didn't have any clue about the star on Egon's wrist, and secondly, she would think I was being ridiculous.

Monica, like Ray, wouldn't understand why I haven't told Egon about the marks.

[forever-rogue]

hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention. 

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends. 

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up. 

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it. 

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all. 

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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