#we’ve been growing a little distant for some time

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Man. Thinking about that one webweave about friends who have moved on and how you’ll always think about them on their birthdays

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sweeter than you ever knew. (pt. 2)

Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, Oral sex (f! recieving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, Wade breaks his nose so a bit of blood, Wade is an absolute pervert Logan is too, voyeurism, Logan puts his cigar out on his hand, Logan is also very emotionally stunted but we'll work on that Author's note: Holy shit guys?? This blew up in a way I totally didn't expect. I seriously thought this would just be something I uploaded and would get like five notes. You guys have been so sweet! Thank you so much! I hope you like this next installment. Things take a bit of a turn at the end and in the next chapter, but fear not besties, we will make it out of this and to a happy ending I swear! ao3 Tags (if you would like to be included or removed, just let me know): @fallout-girl219 @xolosimp @o0aligoth0o

Early that Monday, I met with my supervisor. When I explained that I was becoming attached to Al’s roommates and it would most likely affect my working relationship, he just sighed. Apparently, Al had requested that I’m her only caretaker and said she would refuse anyone else. “So keep your head on straight around them. Don’t make me regret it.” 

When I walked into the apartment later that day, I knew Wade would make me fail. He instantly wrapped me in his arms, covering my face in slobbery kisses. But I was able to keep him at arm's length while I was on the clock for Al. He was allowed one kiss when I got there and nothing else. Despite his protests, he respected my boundaries. With Wade forced to behave, it allowed me to start talking to Logan more. There was some sort of tension between us that had eased. The crease between his eyebrows whenever he saw me had slowly faded. I saw him smile more often. He was surprisingly nice to be around once I got past his gruff exterior. I kept myself an open book, answering any questions he had, but he kept his life close to his chest. I didn’t expect him to spill his guts and I accepted the little crumbs he gave me. But sometimes he was broody and quiet, keeping his responses short, a distant look in his eyes. 

Nevertheless, it began to grow into something more. It started off small, little touches to the back, him forcing me to sit when I had been rearranging Al’s furniture. Then it was a gift of delicious chocolate when they came back from France and a home cooked meal when I was too busy to make it myself. I found his eyes tracing my body more often, lingering in certain places. He sometimes stood just a little too close to me while I did the dishes. He wore a shirt less often and I greedily drank in his body when I could. None of this escaped Wade’s notice. I knew he was scheming. 

It was a crisp autumn night when I climbed out on the fire escape to settle next to Logan. The cigar smoke was a comfort now, earthy and sweet. We sat in silence for a few moments. Sometimes that was enough for me, just to be in his presence, but not tonight. I shoved my chilly hands deep into the pockets of my jacket. I titled my head, watching his cheeks hollow around the cigar, the ash skittering across his forearm. He didn’t so much as flinch as the hot ash touched him. “Could I try?” I had tried smoking before but had just ended up coughing for a minute straight. He shook his head, watching a bike roll by. 

“Last thing you need is lung cancer.” I tentatively laid my head on his shoulder. He would still sometimes jerk away like I had burned him. This time, he allowed me to sink closer, our thighs pressed against each other. I could feel the heat of him sinking through my clothes.

“Mm, it smells good though.” He takes a long drag, letting the smoke linger in his lungs before letting it out in a puff. A long moment of silence passes. We’ve been slowly circling each other for weeks, all lingering touches and heavy glances. How would he react if I finally did something? Pull away? I knew he and Wade still slept together, Al complained about it enough that I couldn’t escape it. Wade and I hadn’t really gone beyond our kisses. Despite what he called himself on my phone, I didn’t want this to be a friends with benefits situation. He seemed to know that and hadn’t pushed for more. Wade made it very clear to the both of us that he has no qualms about sharing. If anything, I think he wants Logan and I to have sex more than he wants to have sex with me.

Steeling my resolve, I rest my chin on his shoulder. “Can I try a taste?” Logan glanced down at me, that crease reappearing between his eyebrows. 

“What?” His voice is dry, a touch on edge. I wanted to apologize for my flirting and run but I can’t allow myself to. My fingers trace the corner of his lip, the edge of his jaw. He turned just an inch closer to me and I’m able to take in his lined and handsome face. 

“Just one taste?” It comes out breathy, barely audible. But he hears it, he always does. There’s the faintest tick at the corner of his lips like he was going to smile. “I promise to be gentle,” now that got a smirk out of him. 

“You don’t scare me sweetheart,” his voice was a low rumble. 

“Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He pressed the still burning cigar onto his palm. The smell of burning flesh floated up to me and my nose twitched at it. “Why would you-“ but the words are cut off as his unburned palm cupped the back of my neck and dragged me closer, our lips pressing together. The kiss is chaste. My eyes fall shut, a surprised gasp leaving me. His beard scratches lightly at my face as we move our heads. But then he nudges my nose, tilting his head back. “No, please,” I whispered, chasing his lips. I felt his sigh ghost across my face before he cupped both cheeks and drew me back against his mouth. I moan against him, clutching at the front of his sweatshirt, wanting him closer, craving it. Then his lips are moving against mine. My hands slide into his hair and give the strands a tug. His mouth parts on a growl and I take the opportunity to lick my way in. I can taste the tang of whiskey, the sweetness of the cigar, a hint of mint. I want to crush myself against him, to feel his body against mine, to explore his skin. 

Just as I’m reaching under his sweatshirt, hungry for the feel of the torso that’s been haunting me, he withdraws. His breath still coasts across my face and my nose was full of the scent of him. My breath was ragged while his was perfectly even. Embarrassing. My eyes are slow to open. I found him only a few inches away, a smug expression on his handsome face.

“There,” he whispers, “got your taste.”

“Asshole.” Now he smiles, perfect teeth glinting in the streetlight. 

“Yeah, get that in your pretty head now.” His calloused fingers tapped at my temple. “I’m not someone to get attached to.” 

“Well she’s sticking around me and I’m about as much boyfriend material as sandpaper.” I jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of Wade’s voice. Logan just smirked and circled his hands around my wrists, squeezed once to make me let go of his sweatshirt. I had half a mind to refuse, crawl into his lap and kiss every inch of skin I could find. But I let my hands fall weakly to my lap. “When you two fuck, can you record it? I’ve tried finding look-alikes on pornhub, but it’s just not the same.” I huffed, glancing down at where Wade’s head was, a spark of annoyance at him interrupting Logan and I. He’s half laying on the metal grate, his legs dangling off the couch beneath the window. 

“Ain’t gonna happen dickwad.” I can hear Logan’s lighter flicking before the smell of the cigar is back. I hoped he had just meant recording and that gruff tone wasn’t for the idea of us having sex. But he let me remain close so I took that as a good sign. 

“Don’t listen to him, baby bunny. Look, he literally tried killing me and we ended up fucking in the end.” 

“Was still trying to kill you,” Logan growls. Wade gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like Logan actually succeeded.

“Don’t lie peanut! What’s more romantic than stabbing me in the neck? That Honda Odyssey was shaking all night.” 

“I hope that’s not how you plan on being romantic with me,” I laughed, reaching down to tug at Wade’s cheek. “I can’t snap back like you two.” 

“Of course not darling,” he covered my hand in sloppy kisses, sucking a hickey on my wrist. “I’ll let you stab me in the neck while you fuck me. Would never want to hurt that sexy face.” 

“Ugh, get a room you two,” Logan snapped, nudging my knee with his. I glanced back at him but found his face reserved again. As much as I wanted to linger and force my time on Logan, I knew he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“We should take Mary Puppins out, yeah?” Wade nodded, wiggling free of his awkward position. The decrepit dog came bounding around the corner. She wiggled her naked butt as Wade grabbed her leash. I looked back at Logan. He was determinately ignoring me, eyes locked onto the dark apartment across the way. “I’ll probably head home once that’s done.” He nodded and brought the cigar back to his lips. “Why did you put it out on your hand?”

“Didn’t want to drop it on you. It’s a nasty burn.” There was something fleeting and tender that passed over his averted face. A little smile spread across my face. 

“Thank you, you’re my hero.” I pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek, lingering just a beat too long, before I pulled away. “Goodnight Logan.” I didn’t wait for his reply, if he even intended to give one. 

Wade was happy with the progress me and Logan had made. 

But it wasn’t fast enough. 

Which is how I found myself locked in their shared cramped bathroom, Wade’s head buried between my legs, while two of his fingers plunged inside me. My legs were shaking, my heel pressed against his shoulder to spread me open more. “Wade,” I whimpered as tears pricked my eyes. He had already drawn one orgasm from me with his rough and agile fingers before he dropped to his knees. “I c-can’t.” 

“I know you can honey bun.” His breath was hot against my tender skin and I gasped. “Just one more for me, yeah?” I nodded, hips grinding against him. “There you go. You’re close again aren’t you?” I nodded again, eyes rolling back. He kitten licked across my overly sensitive clit. I knew I was making a mess of his face but he seemed to revel in it. He left a trail of sticky kisses along my bruised and bitten thigh. “Do you hear yourself? Got that WAP.” I smacked his head before pushing him deeper to keep him from running his mouth more. He latched back onto my clit, sucking harshly, and a third finger wedged into me. My back arched and I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet. My eyes fell closed. His spare hand moved from my hip where it had been holding me. 

The sudden sound of the door opening made me freeze. Al had laid down for a nap which was the only reason I allowed Wade to drag me in here. But instead I found Logan framed in the doorway. He had the look of a deer in headlights. “Now peanut,” Wade cooed, his head laid against my thigh. to look at the other man. He didn’t stop fingering me, the squelching sounds suddenly too loud. “Don’t you know it’s rude to eavesdrop.” 

“I wasn’t, you two are too fucking loud.” Logan’s nostrils were flared, heaving chest straining against his thin tank top. 

“Uh huh,” Wade teased, his tongue swirling around my clit. My hand clamped over my mouth as a sob caught in my chest. “That massive tent in your pants has nothing to do with you hovering.” Logan growled, palming at himself, seemingly angry at his body. “Come on handsome, look at her.” Wade pushed my thighs farther apart, his free hand spreading me. 

“Oh god,” I mumbled, embarrassment making me cover my face. I couldn’t hear Logan’s steps, he was always so light on his feet, but I could feel him examining me. The hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. 

“Don’t hide from us gorgeous,” Wade chides. “Logan Ioves to watch orgasm faces. I can feel you fluttering, I know you're close.” When I don’t remove my hands, Wade sighs, the exhale of air making my hips jerk. “Come on, you can be brave for us.” I take a shaky breath and remove my hands, curling them around the edge of the counter. Wade smiled while Logan’s dialated eyes were glued to my pussy. I watched his Adam's apple bob and he shifted from one foot to the other. “Good job,” he kissed my clit, popping obscenely. “Now make a mess on my face.”

He dove back between my legs. With Logan there, Wade seemed determined to force me to come as hard and as fast as he could. His fingers drove into me with firm thrusts, tongue flicking cruelly at my clit. My leg was trembling so much it slipped from Wade’s shoulder, only to be caught by Logan. I struggled to focus on him, my vision blurry from prickling tears of overstimulation. His calloused palm traced up my ankle and calf before notching behind my knee. With my pussy covered by Wade’s head, Logan could only look at my face. I wanted him closer, to feel his mouth against mine again, that scrape of his beard. His eyes fastened to my neck, watching my erratic pulse. 

“Logan,” my voice tilts up at the end, hands reaching for him. Before I was able to even breathe, just as the orgasm was rushing through me, Logan’s lips crashed against mine. I clung to him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and locking both of my shuddering legs around his waist, moaning wildly into his mouth. Wade groaned as his head was pinned between our hips and the vibrations made me cry out. Logan was kissing me like a man starved, biting at my lips, grunting like he was the one coming. A combination of our spit collected at the corner of my mouth and he licked at it hungrily. His blunt nails dug into the tender skin behind my knees as he clutched me closer. Tears streaked down my cheeks as Wade kept working me into near painful overstimulation. 

Logan separated first, his forehead pressed to mine. My breath was ragged, sweat collecting along my hairline. I wanted more, to lose myself between their touches, their bodies. Wade finally stilled, his fingers still buried deep. His mouth released me and I gasped as his harsh breaths coasted across me. “You okay down there?” My voice shook. I reached down and ran my nails across his scalp. 

“Broke my nose, but it’s okay.” I bolted up straight and Logan stumbled back to avoid my head cracking against his. Blood and my slick was smeared across his face, staining his white teeth as he beamed up at me. The tip of his nose was bent at an odd angle. 

“I’m so sorry,” I cupped his face, panic rushing through me. “Are you okay?” 

“He’s fine,” Logan said. One of his big hands braced on Wade’s head before he grabbed the broken nose with two fingers. With a pop and a grunt from Wade, the nose slid back into place. “There,” he tapped Wade’s sticky face, “good as new.” 

“You’re always so nice to me,” Wade grumbled, itching the rapidly healing bump. His drenched fingers slid from me, glistening in the harsh bathroom light. Logan glanced between Wade and I, one finger twirling in the drawstring of his black sweatpants. I wish I could read his mind, be able to tell his emotions from one glance, or a touch. I wanted to understand this unsure look on his face. He almost seemed nervous to be in here now that the haze of lust had passed. He swallowed thickly before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. 

“See you tomorrow sweetheart.” My arms, which were about to latch around his neck to keep him close, hung limply in the air. I blinked as he walked away, disappearing into their dark bedroom. Wade shook his head as he stood and closed the bathroom door. 

“Did I do something?” I whispered, knowing Logan would hear me anyway. Wade’s hands went to my thighs, kneading at the tight muscles, leaving behind wet handprints with his right one. 

“No, he’s just a fucking idiot who doesn’t think he deserves happiness. I’ve been trying to ease him into this but he’s stubborn.” He turned his head, “and he’s stupid!” I heard their bedroom door snap shut. “He’s worried he’ll scare you off. Just give him time. He’s just…just had a lot happen to him.” I nodded. “Don’t take it personally, okay?” 

“Okay,” I mumbled. 

“Are you two done in there?!” A cane hit the door. “She needs to read me my mail!” 

Never more in my life have I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Only compounded by Wade wiping the door open, cocking his hip to glare at his roommate. I knew she was blind, that she had completely lost vision almost twenty years ago. But that didn’t stop me from stretching my shirt down to try and cover myself, crossing my legs. “I see Miss sleepy granny pants is awake. What do you need? A diaper change?” Al scoffed, her cane clicking along the floorboards of the hallway as she moved to the kitchen. Once she was out of our sight, Wade plucked my panties from the floor. 

“Why?” He shrugged, an evil glint in his eyes. 

“Maybe I need to get him used to your scent, like a dog.” I rolled my eyes but bit back a hiss as he dragged the coarse material through my wet folds. “Need a lot of it I think, yeah, nice and soaked.” I shoved his hand away and he tucked my panties into his pocket. Wade helped me off the counter, his hands braced on my waist to keep me steady. My jeans had been tossed carelessly to the side and I dreaded putting them back on without the barrier of my underwear. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wear those pesky jeans, even if they do make your ass look so good I want to rip them off you every time you wear them.” He passed through the bathroom and into his and Logan’s room. I peeked around the edge of the door frame and nearly fainted at the sight. 

Logan was splayed across their dark sheets, body bare, hard cock in his hand. While the room was dim, the beams of light from the hallway were able to reach in. The shadows played over his muscles and I watched as they flexed. I wasn’t able to see his cock well, both his hand and the poor lighting limited my vision. But I was able to see a long, thick vein along the underside. My face heated at the sight of him. “Knock, asshole,” his voice was husky. The sound of him made my toes curl. If I hadn’t just had a mind melting orgasm, I would have been striding into that room, ready to do anything he wanted me to. His stomach fluttered as his strokes became more rapid. 

“Here,” Wade said as he tossed my drenched panties on Logan’s face. His hips jerked, knuckles flashing white around himself. Wade searched through a drawer before pulling something from inside. “Now be good and keep those right there for when I come back.” Logan growled, removing the fabric from his face but kept it clutched in his fist. Wade blew him a kiss and a wave before closing the door again. He offered me a pair of sweatpants. I tugged them on with a mumbled thank you, having to roll the waistband down multiple times so I wasn’t swimming in them. Wade pinched my chin and our eyes locked. “I’ll get him to warm up, promise.” I nodded. “Now go take care of Miss Migoo. Remember to text me when you get home.” 

“Of course,” I stood on my toes to kiss his healed nose. “I’m sorry about that.” 

“Don’t worry babykins. If it makes you feel better, I was near suffocation. So a busted nose was the best case scenario.” He laughed at my horrified expression. “Hey, I’d much rather die from pussy smothering than my heart being ripped out.” 

“You know, that doesn’t make me feel much better.” He smirked and drew me closer, his lips connecting with mine. I could taste the tang of me coating him. But I pulled back first. I needed to keep my head on straight for the last hour of my time with Al. “Keep it down with him, please? It’ll be too distracting.” His expression turned wicked. 

“Trust me, I have a way I’ll shut him up.” His hands coasted down my hips, grabbing a handful of my ass. “I’ll send pictures of what happens to your cute little panties once we’re done with them.” My face flushed and I pressed my hands to his chest. 

“God, you’re such a pervert.” 

“Mhm, you like it though.” 

“Will you two stop! My vision isn’t coming back anytime soon.” We reluctantly broke apart. Wade slipped into the bedroom. I was only able to catch a brief glimpse of Logan’s back arched, heels dug deep into the mattress, before my sight was cut off. I grabbed my discarded jeans and stuffed them into the tote bag I had brought with me. The last bit of my shift ended in mostly silence, minus the occasional creak of the bed frame from the guy’s bedroom. I helped Al sign a few checks, read through her mail, and took out Mary Puppins. I said my good night and left the apartment. My mind conjured up thoughts on what could be happening behind that closed door all the way home on the train. Wade, clad only in my stolen underwear, bouncing on Logan. My panties stuffed into Logan’s mouth as Wade pounds him from behind. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop my imagination from getting too wild. It wouldn’t help anything to get turned on now. 

If my mind hadn’t been so filled with dirty thoughts, I would have noticed the man watching me from the other end of the train car.  

I made it to my apartment. The key fob scanner was broken again. “Advanced security my ass,” I groaned, trudging up to my apartment. It was Friday and I felt like ordering something in. I knew I shouldn’t, the delivery fees were astronomical, but I just wanted to relax. After placing my pizza order, I grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt stolen from Logan by Wade, then gifted to me. It always felt illegal to wear it, but it was easily the softest shirt I had. His scent lingered on it and it always soothed me. I had around an hour before my pizza was going to arrive. I made a little nest for myself on the couch and tucked in to watch some mindless reality tv. 

A knock woke me up. At first I was confused, rubbing at my eyes and looking around to locate the sound. Then my mind caught up. “Oh shit,” I mumbled, scrambling to the door as the poor delivery guy knocked again. “Sorry! Sorry!” I called. I unlocked the door and swung it open. 

I froze. 

A man, with no pizza box, stood before me. “Um, can I help you?” The man had ice chips for eyes, cold and lifeless. A tattoo peaked above his collar. He took me in, tracing each inch of me. I felt my skin break out in goosebumps at the cold calculation on his face. My arms curled over my chest, hiding it from him. “Can I help you?” My tone was stronger, a small snap to it. That horrible gaze found mine again. Then he said my full name. Fear oozed through me. 

I heard something from my bedroom, a little thump, but was too terrified to look away from the man in front of me. “Get the fuck out of here,” but the words lacked conviction, a slight tremble to them. “I don’t know who you are. Leave or I’m calling the cops.” 

“Why wouldn’t you call your boyfriends?” My heart stuttered in my chest. 

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” I heard the creak of my floorboard. I cast a wild glance behind me and found a wall of a man emerging from my bedroom. I went to scream but the man at my door latched his hand around my mouth. I kicked and thrashed, biting wildly. He didn’t react. There was a pinch in my neck. 

My elbows tried to find his face, but he was able to easily deflect them. The man in my apartment was searching for something. My eyes were blurring, limbs turned to lead. I saw him hold my phone up. 

Then I slumped to the ground.

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Ghost Town BNHA

wc: 2.8k a/n: Song Inspiration: Ghost Town by Benson Boone; recommend you listen while reading!!

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You fill me up 'til you're empty...

The late afternoon sun casted a warmth over school grounds as you chatted with  Uraraka and Midoriya.

It was nice as the three of you walked together; even the greenette, who usually had a hard time speaking to girls, laughed along with your teasing comments.

Bakugo stood a little ways off, watching. His crimson eyes were sharp with a certain tension in his expression that hadn’t been there earlier that day.

Normally he would’ve made some snide comment by now, especially seeing you standing so close to the timid boy.

But today, Bakugo wasn’t himself.

He approached you in deliberate strides, his jaw set. You noticed the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, almost as if he was holding himself back.

As he neared, you felt a flicker of something—nervousness? Excitement?—you couldn’t quite place it. Bakugo always had a way of stirring something inside you, no matter the circumstance.

“Oi,” he barked, voice unusually serious. “We need to talk.”

I took too much and you let me...

Conversation around you fizzled as Uraraka and Midoriya exchanged confused glances. You, too, blinked in surprise. Normally, Bakugo wasn’t this direct—not with you, anyway.

He was blunt, sure, but not like this. There was a hardness to his tone, an edge that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You smiled, trying to keep things light. “What’s up, Katsuki?”

He didn’t respond, his eyes flickering to the duo. You take the hint and turn to the pair, giving them a quick wave. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

As your friends walked away the air between you and Bakugo thickened. He turned abruptly, heading toward the school building without a word, leaving you no choice but to follow.

When you reached an empty classroom, you slip inside, Bakugo shutting the door behind with a soft click. The familiar scent of chalk and old textbooks filled the space, but it did nothing to ease the growing tension.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there with his hands still in his pockets, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. His usual gruffness was gone—replaced by something much colder, much more distant.

We’ve been down all these roads before...

You watched him, waiting, hoping that he would explain whatever was weighing him down.

“Katsuki?” you step closer, voice soft. You offer him a bright smile, the kind that usually softened his rough edges.

But today, it didn’t reach him. He barely looked at you.

A sinking feeling began to settle in your chest. “Is something wrong?”

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain. You reached out, your fingers just grazing his sleev—

“I want to break up.”

And what we found don’t live there anymore...

You took a step back, feeling as if his words had physically struck you. Your heart pounded in your chest until it echoed in your ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen between you.

“…What?” The word barely escaped your lips, a fragile whisper as your mind struggled to comprehend what he’d just said.

It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, and for a fleeting moment, his crimson eyes met yours. He stiffened at the sight of you—vulnerable, confused.

Your brows furrowed in pain, your lips pressed together in an attempt to hold back the hurt. Seeing you like this made something inside him twist sharply.

But just as quickly, he tore his gaze away, refusing to let you see the storm raging inside him. 

“This,” he said, gesturing between the two of you with a sharp wave of his hand, “only happened out of obligation.”

Obligation...

The word hit you harder than the breakup itself.

He continued, his tone bitter.  “You know how the old hag was. Always on my ass, hounding me to give you a chance.”

It's dark...

Your mind reeled. You met Bakugo in middle school and from that moment you’d been drawn to him.

He was rough and brash with a fire that burned everything he did, and that only made you more determined to get close to him.

Your crush had been obvious, but you never shied away from it. You pursued him with a confidence that even now looking back you admired.

And yes, Bakugo had been difficult—dishing out the usual sharp remarks, disrespect dripping from every word. But still, you never backed down.

You tolerated it—not out of weakness, but because you refused to be intimidated by him.

You met his fire with your own; challenging him and pushing back, not afraid to give him the same energy he threw at the world.

It's cold...

At first you were just an affectionate annoyance to him. Always hanging around, always inserting yourself into his space. But with time, you grew on him—though he’d never admit it.

You became a part of his life, slipping past the walls he put up around everyone. He never asked for it, but he came to expect your presence—to crave it in ways he didn’t understand.

And now, standing in this empty classroom you could barely recognize him.

For a moment your voice felt lost. The Bakugo in front of you—saying these words and shutting himself off—was a stranger.

Something inside you knew he was lying. He had to be.

“…You’re lying.” Your voice came out weak, trembling.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your words hung in the air fragile, and you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But you knew Bakugo. He was a lot of things—angry, hotheaded, unpredictable—but he wasn’t a liar. Not to you.

If my hand is not the one you're meant to hold...

You searched his face for any hint of truth, any crack in his exterior. But his expression was hard, closed off in a way you hadn’t seen in so long.

“I’m not, and you know it!” His voice was sharp, louder than before with anger lacing every word.

His lips press into a thin line as his teeth into the flesh to keep the words trapped inside—the sorrys, the desperate apologies. Taking one last look at your face, he turns away with a scoff.

His chest tightened as he try to hold back the wave of guilt that threatened to swallow him whole.

But he couldn’t let it out. If he did, it’d be over. He wouldn’t be able to do this.

Wouldn’t be able to let you go.

"You are!" Your voice cut through the silence more sure this time. He could hear the determined steps you took toward him, the confidence in your voice making it even harder to breathe.

You were close now, close enough that he could feel your warmth even though he kept his back to you. He didn’t dare turn around.

"Tell me you don’t love me if you’re serious." You dared him, forcing him to confront the truth you already knew. "Because the Katsuki I know will tell me the truth, because he isn’t afraid of the consequences."

You know I'll stay don't you tempt me...

The words echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls he had built around himself. And for a second, just a second, Bakugo faltered.

His resolve wavered at the sound of your belief in him—a belief he didn’t deserve, not after everything he was about to do.

Your confidence made his head spin, made the words in his throat turn to ash.

But no matter how much your voice reached out to him the doubt gnawed at him. The weight of every fear and insecurity clawing at the edges of his mind.

Do it, the voice whispered. You don’t deserve her. She deserves better, someone who can give her the kind of love you can’t.

The voice grew louder, drowning out everything else. They took root in his mind; poisoning every thought and emotion until all he could feel was the crushing weight of his own incompetence.

But all this weight is getting heavy...

"You want the truth?” Before he could stop himself the words ripped from his throat.

Turning around to face you with a vicious glare, his voice was laced with venom. “I can’t keep letting an extra like you drag me down!"

The second the words left his mouth the air between you seemed to freeze. Your footsteps, even the sound of your breathing—it all stopped.

The world felt like it had come to a standstill.

Bakugo's heart hammered in his chest as he forced himself to keep going. "You're not even in the hero course!"

Though meant to hurt and push you away, as soon as they left his mouth, he felt a sickening twist in his gut. Still he couldn’t stop. He had to finish this.

“Keep following me around like a pathetic dog. I will be Number One, and I refuse to have any baggage slowing me down!" His voice rose, louder and harsher than he meant.

Every syllable spoken was coated in venom, cutting deeper and deeper with each passing second. And then—silence.

Been holding up what wasn't meant to stand...

No words. No movement. Just...nothing.

Bakugo grit his teeth, jaw tight as he waited—waited for you to scream, to lash out, to fight back like you always did. But nothing came.

The silence stretched on, wrapping around him like chains, pulling him down deeper into the pit he had dug for himself.

Then, came the sound of your sniffles. Soft and faint, the sound of your heart breaking. For years, you always worried that you weren’t good enough for Bakugo.

You didn’t have the flashy, powerful quirk that the others did. Hell, you weren’t even in the hero course! You were just a simple General Studies student.

That insecurity had haunted you for as long as you could remember. It always lingered in the back of your mind, whispering doubts whenever you saw Bakugo training, pushing himself harder than anyone else.

And it had only gotten worse when you started dating him. You couldn’t help but wonder if people looked at you and thought, How could someone like her ever deserve him?

I turned this love into a wasteland...

But Bakugo had always been there to shut those thoughts down. Harshly. Brutally. He never let you get away with doubting yourself, always snapping at you for thinking so low of yourself.

His scolding had been tough, unrelenting, but it was his way of caring—his way of showing you that he believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

And now...he was throwing all of that in your face.

His words cut deeper than you ever thought they could. He was attacking the very thing he had always defended you against.

The thing he had never let you believe about yourself. You weren’t in the hero course. You didn’t have a strong quirk. You weren’t like him.

Maybe you never would be.

The weight of his words pressed down on you, making your chest tight and throat constrict. You were so overwhelmed, so hurt, that you didn’t even notice one crucial thing.

He never said it.

Bakugo never said, “I don’t love you.”

But in your frantic state, your mind couldn’t latch onto that detail. Instead, it spiraled; twisting in on itself, unraveling every belief you’d ever held about his love for you.

Before I turn your heart into a ghost town...

Was everything he ever told you a lie? Was this how he truly felt all along?

'Was I just fooling myself this whole time?'

The thoughts came at you fast like a storm. Everything you thought was real—every tender moment, every quiet confession, every time Bakugo had pulled you close, even if he didn’t say the words outright—it all felt like it was shattering into pieces in front of you.

It was all too much. You couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t be here in this moment.

Not with him, not with those venomous words still hanging in the air between you.

Your vision blurred and you could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest, threatening to tear you apart from the inside.

Panic set in. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. Every part of you screamed to get out, to run, to escape.

'I can’t let him see me like this. I can’t...'

Before you knew it your hand was on the door, slamming it open with a force that rattled the frame.

Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down...

The sound echoed through the empty halls as you bolted, your sobs finally breaking free from your lips.

The world outside the classroom was a blur. Your tears streamed freely now, hot and stinging against your cheeks. You didn’t care who saw you.

You just needed to get away, to be anywhere but here. Suddenly, your shoulder slammed into something—someone—knocking you off balance.

You gasped, the impact jarring you out of your spiral for a split second.

Your eyes barely registered the green hair before you stammered out a tearful, jumbled, "S-sorry!" Your voice cracked by the sobs that you couldn’t control.

Down...

Down, down, down...

Izuku stumbled back wide-eyed in shock, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. But before he could ask what was wrong, you were already gone.

His fingers brushed the air where you had just been, mouth opened as if to call after you, but the words never came.

He watched helplessly as you disappeared down the hallway, your sobs echoing behind you like the remnants of a broken heart.

His hand hovered in the air for a moment longer, his brows furrowing in concern. “Wha...?”

His gaze flickered to where you had come from, the half-open door to the classroom still swinging slightly from your frantic exit.

What the hell just happened?

With a sinking feeling in his chest Izuku slowly approached the classroom door. Peering through the half-open door, he froze.

Tear it all down...

Inside the empty classroom stood Bakugo. The blonde had his back to the door as stared out the window.

Izuku had known Bakugo for a long time. He’d seen him angry, frustrated, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. But this...this was different.

This time he was silent. Completely and utterly still.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, quiet, as if he were afraid to break the silence.

Not receiving an answer, the freckled greenette took a cautious step into the room, one foot out just in case he needed to make a quick escape. “Why was ____ crying? Is everything al—”

“Izuku.”

Izuku’s words died in his throat as his eyes widened in shock. His name. Bakugo never called him by his real name. Ever.

Not unless something was really, really wrong.

Down...

“Y-Yeah?” Izuku stammered. He took another step forward, but he froze again when Bakugo finally turned around.

Heart-broken, teary vermillion eyes are the first thing he sees.

His face was twisted, lips trembling as if he were desperately trying to hold everything in. The raw emotion on his face—the vulnerability—was something Izuku had never seen before.

It was like looking at a stranger.

“Kacchan...” Izuku’s voice was barely a whisper. For a long moment, the two boys just stood there staring at each other in silence.

Izuku was in disbelief at the sight of Bakugo. His childhood friend, his rival, the one person he had always thought was untouchable—completely crumbling before him.

But the more time passed, the more Bakugo’s carefully constructed façade began to shatter. And then, with a strangled yell Bakugo folded in on himself.

His body shook violently as he hunched forward, arms wrapping around his middle as if he could physically hold himself together.

But it was no use. The dam had broken.

Down, down, down...

Izuku’s heart lurched in his chest, legs moving before his brain could even process what was happening. He rushed forward, catching Bakugo just as the blonde collapsed from the weight of his own emotions.

“K-Kacchan—Bakugo!” Izuku’s voice was panicked, his arms holding the teen to steady him, though he barely knew what to do. “What’s going on? What happened?”

Bakugo wasn’t supposed to break like this. He wasn’t supposed to fall apart. He was strong. Stronger than anyone.

And yet, here he was: trembling violently, sobbing uncontrollably in Izuku’s arms.

“I… I had to…” Bakugo choked out between gasping, shuddering breaths. His voice was barely recognizable, thick with pain and regret.

His hands clutched desperately at Izuku’s arms, as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I had to do it… I had to…”

Izuku tightened his grip, his mind racing as he tried to process what Bakugo was saying. “Had to? Had to do what?” he asked, his voice shaking as he looked down at Bakugo’s tear-streaked face, alarm written all over his features.

He’d never seen Bakugo like this—no one did.

Bakugo’s head fell forward, his messy blond hair shadowing his eyes as he gripped Izuku’s arms harder. “I had to let her go,” Bakugo rasped, his voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“...I had to.”

I'll tear it all down...

[stayandot8]

Insomnia

Genre: Smut, 18+. Minors, do not interact

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: smut, so 18+. MDNI. Oral (fem rec., p in v, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it kids), cockwarming) that's all I can think of, if I missed any let me know. Other than that, I'm...just gonna leave this here okayBYE

WC: 2.3k

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We went to bed two hours ago. Or at least, it felt like two hours had gone by since we laid down. I was snuggling my Wolfchan when I felt his human counterpart lay down behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. His breathing hadn’t changed since he laid down and he kept shifting around much like I had. My guess was that he had too much on his mind, like always. End of the year awards and performances and such. So it was no surprise that I hadn’t heard him start to snore yet. 

It seemed I just couldn’t turn my mind off, even though I didn’t have any performances to worry about. Everytime I would feel myself grow closer to falling asleep, something would pop into my mind and drag me back out. It happened a couple times, I would be so close and I would literally feel myself being dragged back into my conscious mind with something else. And when it happened, I would just move ever so slowly until I got comfortable again so as to try not to disturb my boyfriend behind me. It was no use though. His snores never came, so the only logical explanation was that he was just as awake as I was.

“Chris.” I whispered into the darkness. A groan answered me, not exactly happy about it but willing to answer nonetheless. “Did you know that lemons are actually man-made?” 

Silence. 

Then a very groggy

“What?”

“Yeah, something about sour oranges and citrons.” 

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw it on a tikok earlier today.” 

“Baby, I love you. But I need to sleep.”

“We’ve both been trying for the past hour. It’s not working.”

A huff, knowing I was right but not willing to give up just yet. I turned around to face him, still with his arms locked around me. I couldn’t see his face that well in the dark, but I knew his eyes were still closed with resignation. I felt his breath as he sighed, knowing he wasn’t getting any sleep no matter how hard he tried. 

“I think my mind is just going too fast and I can’t turn it off.”

“I know. Me too. But yours makes more sense because of how much you have coming up. You guys have so much to do during the end of the year, I don’t understand why they sign you up for so much.”

“Well, some of it is us. We want to do it.”

“I know. You’re all workaholics.”

“Can’t help it. We love what we do.” A pause. And a sudden… change in the air. He shifted closer to me. “You know what else I love?”

“Hm?” 

“You.” He kissed my forehead. Then my cheek. Then the other.

“Well I would hope so. I am laying in a bed with you in the middle of the night with no intention of going back to the apartment I pay to live in even though I barely live there anymore. Although you sleeping shirtless is such a nice plus.” He ignored me and continued kissing those lips along my neck. He loved being around me, voicing this often enough until I started to believe him around our third month of dating. We couldn’t stay apart for very long, both of us equally needing the other like water to a fish. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t stand to be apart unless forced to because of tour. 

“Do you know what else I love?” His voice was thick with sleep, giving him a lower register that made my toes curl. He was still kissing me, leaving little chills wherever his lips planted. They were traveling lower and lower, from my neck to my throat to my collarbone over my heart. He noticed my breathing getting heavier and faster, goosebumps popping up everywhere he went and shifted so he was leaving over me. The moonlight shone just enough through the curtained window that I could watch his eyes go from sleepily distant to focused and alert. He watched my lashes flutter and my eyes darted to him, waiting for him to make his next move. Now I knew where this was going. And I knew it would work. 

“What?” I asked, breathless. My nipples ached with how hard they had become in such a short amount of time. They poked through his t-shirt that I usually wore to bed. He caught sight of them and smiled to himself. He ever so lightly grasped the bottom of the worn cloth and lifted it slowly, to tease me further and let the anticipation grow. The sudden chill of the air was too apparent to me now, trying to appease the flush of blood now running hot through my veins. 

“These.” He leaned down to blow his hot air straight on my nipple, the contradicting air making them ache impossibly more. I bit my lip to keep from groaning, but it didn’t suffice. It came out anyway, more strangled than if I had just let it out. “These beautiful tits are just perfect for me. I love how they look when you just get out of the shower-” He stuck out his tongue to press it against them, the muscle swirling circles around and around and he kissed it lightly. “And you’ve got your towel wrapped around you-” He kissed it again. “You hold it close to your chest and it makes them bigger somehow.” He latched on to it and tugged it enough so that when he let go, it bounced back gently. “Ugh. and that. That-” He sucked harder this time, making sure to swirl his tongue as he tugged it back further and let go. “-is my favorite fucking thing.” 

He did the same to the other nipple, my hands flying to his hair as he worked his magic. My moans were useless to fight against now, growing louder and louder. I was sure that someone would knock and yell at us to cut it out. Shame I didn’t care. 

He was too good.

His warm and wet lips licked and kissed and sucked and bounced their fill until my underwear was soaked, the scent of it now inescapable. 

“Chris, please. Please, I need something.”

“What, baby? What does my pretty girl want?” He asked as he was sucking a hickey right above my heart, his favorite place to leave them. So you’ll always have me close to your heart, he once said. He had already left them scattered around my chest, knowing they were my favorite place to have them. He always kissed them after leaving them, especially the ones he knew would leave deeper marks. After the last one, he gently removed my entangled hands from his hair and started moving southward, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses in his path. 

“There. I need you there.” I managed to whisper into the darkness. He let out a huff of laughter. 

“You mean right where I’m headed? I know baby, I know you. I know you better than you know yourself.” He whispered into my thigh before he kissed it softly. “Don’t I.” He dragged my panties down just as slowly as he had lifted my shirt and threw them somewhere.

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. He did. He really did. He knew what I liked before I had even told him. I didn’t have to. It was the way he knew me, like we were the same person.

He kissed his way up my thigh, skipped over my core to do the same thing to my left leg. I was writhing now, dying with the anticipation. He was good at making me wait, knowing just when it was too much. Like now.

He dove in with no warning, earning a gasp and yelp wrapped into one. He went straight for my clit, sucking as hard as he had with my breasts. He wanted to suck me dry just to make me wet again, just to prove to me that he could. He anchored himself by wrapping his arms around my thighs, something we learned the hard way that he needed to do or else they would squeeze his head. Not that he minded, but he made me lose all control of every limb that it made me feel safer. When he hooked his arms, he pulled me forward, bringing me straight to his waiting mouth. My fingers found his hair once again for something to hold onto, the feeling of the rapid increase of pressure in my core almost too much. The sounds of him sucking and moaning into my folds added to the fuzzy feeling that was clouding my brain, making it impossible to do anything but feel the pleasure this beautiful man loved to give. My mouth was stuck in an ‘O’ with the cries of pleasure coming from an exceptional suck here or a plunge of his tongue in my pussy. 

He unhooked an arm as he slowed down to ease the intensity of the pressure. The feeling of clenching on nothing was so frustrating that I felt myself pulling at his hair harder than normal. But the harder I seemed to pull, the louder his own moans became. When he slowed enough for me to realize how hard I had gripped him, I released his hair. He pulled away, a string of our mixed juices following his insanely shiny lips. 

“No, don’t you let go. You pull as hard as you need to.” His sultry tone was the reassurance I needed to do just that. I threaded them back through and he put a finger in his mouth then resumed, licking slowly circles on my clit once more. He pushed the wetted finger in my entrance, but it wasn’t enough. 

“More.” I whispered, and he obliged. He thrust another finger in, the two stretching me as they drew apart. He was going slow, too slow, torturously slow. “Channie, you’re going too slow.”

“Baby, that’s not my name.”

“Daddy, faster, please.” I whined, ready to beg as much as I needed to to just get him to move faster…

“That’s my girl.” He picked up the pace, thrusting his digits faster until I was clenching again. “Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” I nodded frantically, the bubble so close to popping. 

And then he stopped. I waited, trying to catch my breath. And then I heard, very loudly, him sucking on something. He was sucking my wetness from his fingers and staring, hard, at my pussy. 

“Wha-”

“I want to cum with you.” It wasn’t a command, more like a declaration. One made from desperation as deep as mine. His boxers were off and he was stroking himself already. “You’re still on the pill?”

“You ask me this every time and yet the answer is always the same.”

“Good. because I don’t think I could pull out tonight if I tried.”

He lined himself up, prodding at my entrance and held himself there. He leaned over me once again, gently kissing me until I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced him closer. He slid the rest of the way and I gasped into our kiss. His size still surprised me even now. He always felt big no matter how many times we slept together. 

We moaned together when he was fully inside and when he started thrusting, it was slower, more intimate. He was taking his time, contrasting his actions moments earlier. Every thrust up, my hips went with him, our breaths mingling as our foreheads stayed touching. With this slow pace, he was able to directly hit my g-spot with every thrust. I could feel him, all of him, in every move of his hips. He was taking his time feeling me, the warmth and the pleasure would crumble him if he went too quickly. 

“I have to,” he said, reading my mind. Like he often did. “If I don’t I won’t last.”

“But I don’t want you to last. I want you to crumble like only I can make you.”

“Shit.” He buried his face in my neck. “You can’t just say shit like that, baby.” 

I felt my bubble coming back, rising with the continued stimulation and essence of him. I might be the only one who could make him crumble, but my destruction button was well within his reach at all times. He knew I could fall apart with the right thrust, he just wasn’t hitting it. On purpose, I had just learned. Every nerve was on edge, every brush of his lips on my neck sending me higher. His hands roaming every which direction I could think of, cupping my chest and rolling my nipples with his fingertips, lighting them on fire. The bubble was closer and closer to popping with every lick, every thrust, every roll.

“Baby… baby, I’m close.”

“Me too. Let go, I’m right there with you.”

And like a match getting struck, the release sent waves and waves of pleasure through me. Chan’s orgasm hit him at the same time, filling my core with his warm seed. My hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts in sync to ride it out together. His pants were mixing with my moans to fill the once dead air and drain any remaining energy I had left. He kissed my neck a few more times as we came down together, smiling as he did. 

“I need to clean you up,” he started, cock still at attention inside me. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Stay. I don’t think I could get up if I tried.” They were the last words I could remember saying before the comforting darkness swept me away in its arms.

[brucewaynehater101]

We’ve been too happy in the ruler of worlds AU

Does Tim tell his planets when Bart and Kon die?

Does he have to attend all the funerals across the different planets (different emperors life partners honoring rites where he’s required to attend as ruler and mourning partner)? Does he consider using medical tech planet in his cloning adventures?

Does he not tell the planets?

Do his people just watch as baby ruler grows sad and distant? How much do they piece together? Do they understand human emotions well enough to know how to comfort him? Or do they just make his quiet grief worse

(Okay but maybe a little happiness)

And what happens when they come back?

Massive worldwide celebrations!!! Baby ruler is happy again! Life partners returned!!! [Planets probably double or triple down on protective tendencies though :) ]

Damn. You're absolutely correct about that. This might have been slightly addressed before, but my memory sucks. Also, technically, the AUs have no strict "canon." They are meant to be played around with and examined from different angles. So, there can be multiple types of storylines, plot points, branches, etc. Don't feel confined to certain parameters due to what a previous post has suggested!

Let's go!

I personally think that Tim wouldn't tell them. For Kon in particular, Tim tries the whole cloning bit. The Emperor wouldn't tell them just in case he's able to get some form of Kon back.

I do think he would try to use some of the technology from the different planets to aid his research in both cloning and trying to get Bruce back. For the cloning bit, this could have any number of consequences.

Maybe Tim ends up with a clone baby. Maybe Tim makes a breakthrough in scientific discoveries. Perhaps he gives up much sooner than 99 attempts. Perhaps he tries 299 times.

For the BruceQuest, I faintly remember a previous post mentioning that the empire provides Tim support. This allows him to finish up much sooner and with a spleen (though, as stated before, there's no such thing as "canon" for these AUs. There's some other posts talking about how Tim gets his spleen grown back via some cool tech from the planets).

As for what Tim tells them as he's slowly descending further into grief (because loved ones keep dying on him), he off-handedly mentions to one concerned citizen that he's been experiencing a lot of loss in his life. This can either be interpreted as it was meant to, or there can be miscommunication shenanigans.

Overall, the empire is very very happy when they notice core four back together and the bright smile on Tim's face.

[anklesoraus]

Out of love

I couldn’t resist the urge to write a angsty story about Gojo it was so tempting and cause I was listening to a lot of Laufey, I just love her music sm..also I realized how much my writing style always changes. Psa this is all over the place as I was running on pizza and a monster. It was my 20th birthday Friday on the 26th and it felt like an average day tbh

Tw: angst, breakup, Gojo x male reader, reader was a bit persistent and annoying abt it but who wouldn’t, it’s a breakup…

“Let’s break up, Y/n.”

“What…?” Y/n looked at Gojo in disbelief and shock hoping this is all some nightmare and that he needs to just wake up. why would Gojo want to break up? It makes no since they’ve dated for four years surely this isn’t real. Y/n felt tears build up but he didn’t cry, not yet.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but my decision is firm." He truly was not lying, even if he still did love Y/n with all his heart he just had to, but he was having trouble telling him the truth about how he feels about Y/n due to his responsibilities and work as a teacher, and a sorcerer, it'd be nearly impossible to handle a relationship that he was already bad at managing. “The main reason is... I'm feeling like I'm falling out of love for you."

Y/n didn’t want this to be real he really didn’t. His lips started to quiver and he looked at the ground not wanting Gojo to see him being weak. “You can’t be serious.. surely we can work things out”

"I'm serious, Y/n.. As our relationship continues to grow, I'm feeling more and more distant from you, like we're growing apart." He knew his words would hurt Y/n, but his work as a teacher and a sorcerer was more important, but he knew he needed to end this relationship, he was slowly starting to get colder to him, he didn't want to continue with his relationship when he already is feeling like he's falling out of love, so he decided to pull off the Band-Aid quickly.

“But after all we’ve been through…the love we shared. Just like that?” Y/n’s voice kept getting lower and lower into a whisper as he felt a tight tug on his heart and he looked up at Gojo with tearful eyes.

"Y/n... It's not that simple.. I'm starting to realize that this relationship... it's holding me back.. it's not you, it's me, I'm sorry." He had his arms crossed with his mouth being a straight line, but his heart was absolutely breaking, because deep down he still loved Y/n so much, but his responsibilities, his work and his students were getting in the way, there were times he wished he didn't have these responsibilities and could just be with Y/n all the time.

“Bullshit. This isn’t some cheesy story so cut the it’s not you, it’s me bullshit.” Y/n’s voice hardened and for some reason after hearing that he became pissed. He wanted the truth not some stupid excuse that’s seen in movies. Gojo's mouth then curved into a frown as he stared, a little shocked at Y/n’s sudden aggression, was he trying to push Gojo to tell him the truth?

He knew Y/n meant every word he had said and so then Gojo responded back with a slightly harsh tone. "Don't be in denial that I have lost feelings for you Y/n, that's the truth, whether you want to accept it or not, I already have."

“But why? I tried so hard..You promised to never leave me..” Y/n’s voice got softer again and he puts his hands to his sides and clenches his fist open and closed, trying to wrap his head around everything and the cold truth.

"I know, I said that and I meant it at the time, but the more our relationship continued, my feelings slowly began to change. I know you tried hard, Y/n. But some things in life don't work out the way we want them to." Gojo was trying to make this conversation sound as kind as possible, because he genuinely did love Y/n and really did mean every word he said to him, but unfortunately he was the one whose feelings had changed over time as their relationship lasted.

“You’re a liar. You became just like him when you said you wouldn’t!” Y/n’s voice slightly raised as he was referring to his past relationship to when he was left for the same reason and Gojo promised not to be like that. Oh how things can change.

Gojo's eyes widened as he heard his own words from Y/n, was he truly just like Y/n’s past ex?... "I'm aware I did promise that I wouldn't leave you, and for a long time, I did live up to that promise. But I still can't help.. That I ended up this way.."

The way he was acting he felt a little disgusted with himself, maybe he deserved some sort of punishment for what he had done to Y/n who truly loved him deeply.

Y/n sighs and looks at the ground, deciding to just except fate. Gojo really did become like his past lover and the cycle just repeats

“Gojo Satoru it was nice knowing you..”

Gojo had already known that Y/n wouldn't forgive him so easily, even if he felt like he had no other choice, the look on Y/n’s face hurt Gojo immensely, he truly deserved that insult from Y/n. With this the breakup was official, even if it hurt so bad to leave Y/n.

Gojo slowly nodded his head, he just can't believe what he had done to Y/n, to even say that he won't be like Y/n’s ex boyfriend, but he ended up that way. Truly he really did deserve that insult..

“I hope you live a good and happy life..and I hope to never see your face again.”

Gojo remained silent, as much as he wanted to say something else, like how he truly wanted Y/n to forgive him.. but he knew that wouldn't convince him for even a second, so instead he just sighed and gave a small nod before he walked away with his expression still as cold as ice.

Y/n watches Gojo walked away and that’s when he finally broke. Y/n started to cry nonstop and his breathing became shallow and all he could ask was “why..?”

why does his life have to be like this? Why can’t he just be happy for once in his life, that’s all he wanted.

Gojo felt extremely guilty in the distance as he could hear Y/n’s cries, but he didn't turn back. He was extremely saddened by what he had done to Y/n, but he knew that continuing on with the relationship when he felt like he was falling out of love would just cause more pain for both of them, so he knew ending things now would hurt much less than having them end later on. He hated himself because he knew that Y/n had just wanted a happy and healthy relationship with a loved one and that's not what he got...

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Y'all. Listen to Cowboy Carter. It's gonna be the main soundtrack to this damn fic. Beyoncé has done it AGAIN. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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THREE: PRETTY THANG.

You are quiet as a church mouse walking up the rickety steps, leaving the saloon behind. 

The sounds from the saloon grow more distant the farther you get up the steps, leaving you with some silence to concentrate on your footing. You’ve studied which floorboards make the most noise from so many nights of sneaking out to listen in on Kenzo’s phone conversations. 

You sneak past the many doors where you hear the moans from clients and the creaking of bed springs––all indications of Kenzo’s secret “business”––to a closed door where you hear the sound of Kenzo’s panicked voice.

You crouch down and press your ear to the door, catching a snippet of Kenzo’s words: “....ridiculous!” he exclaims. “There has to be a mistake! I'm just a lowly saloon owner and I’ve never been affiliated with any criminals! I don’t–“ 

“Cut the bullshit, Valentine,” Gojo interrupts, sounding irked though his voice is still soothing and light. “We know that’s you. What, you thought that wack ass haircut and makeup was hidin’ ya? Gotta admit, you did a good job but the game is over.” 

“Kenzo”, or Valentine rather, pauses, weighing his words and if he should still lie. Finally, he sighs, sounding defeated. “What are you here for?” he asks, sounding like he doesn’t want to hear. 

“You know what we’re here for,” Geto replies, also sounding impatient and completely with the bullshit. “It’s been a long time comin’. You left us on that train. We had a deal to just get the money bein’ trafficked on that train and split it, but you turned it into somethin’ else.” 

Your ears perk like a dog’s at this newfound information. “L-Listen, I don’t have any money!” Valentine stutters, sounding scared for his life (and he should be). “I swear it! All the money I got from the heist is gone!” 

You hear Gojo rise from his seat, his boots hitting the floor. “He’s lyin',” he growls. “Geto, let’s just smoke this fool. He’s stupid for thinkin’ we wouldn’t come back for his ass after he left us on that train in the middle of his massacre.”

Your mouth goes agape at the beans being spilled the more you stay crouched in the dark, your hamstrings burning. 

“Ya got us arrested, yknow,” Gojo laughingly continues. “We’ve been successfully dodgin’ the law for years, but they finally got us…and for somethin’ we had no part in! What a joke!” 

You hear Valentine babble pleas and the thud of him pressing his back against the wall beside the door. You hold your breath, afraid to make a single sound. “Please!” he begs. “You don’t have to do this, guys! I-I’m a changed man!” 

There is a pause, tense and full of anticipation. “Then you’d come with us quietly and let us turn you in to the sheriff of Cherrywood,” Geto sternly replies. Valentine scoffs, disgusted. “So you’re workin’ with law enforcement now? You switched sides ‘cause you got scared?” 

You’re just as shocked as he is. Why are these gunslinging outlaws working with the law when the law wants them behind bars?  

“Oh, quite the contrary, V,” Gojo chuckles. “Ya see, when your yellow-bellied ass and your crew of pussy bandits ran from the scene and we got taken in by the sheriff, we had a 50-year sentence on our hands…until they investigated and realized our guns couldn’t do the damage your and your men’s did.” 

You can almost feel Valentine’s fear penetrate the wall, sinking into your skin.

“They let us go on the condition that we’d find you to bring you in," Gojo continues. "After that, we decided to change our ways and get back to dedicatin’ our “occupation” to helpin’ others who have suffered at the hands of criminals like you.” 

At this, Valentine cackles. “Please. Like you can wipe away all that innocent blood you spilled over the years.”

You suddenly hear a loud thud as if a body is being tossed against a wall. You find out that there is: Valentine with Geto holding him up by some part of his body. You envision his big, hulking frame, his hand holding Valentine up by his throat.

“Don’t test me, Valentine,” he growls. “We’ve never killed innocents like you have. All the ones we smoke are evil motherfuckers like you.” 

Valentine begins to choke meaning Geto is strangling him. “But since it’s this or go back to the slammer, we’d figure we’d do this as a peace offering,” Gojo laughingly says. “The sheriff implores there be no killin', but I’m kinda thinkin’ you’d be worth more dead. It would definitely shut that mouth up.” 

You then hear the familiar click of a pistol and your heart skips a beat. “Listen, w-we don’t have to do it like this!” Valentine sobs. “Please! If you let me go, I’ll never tell and just disappear!” 

Once again, there is a pause and then Geto speaks: “Why should we spare you?” he scoffs. “You don’t even have any money. You have nothin’ you can give us despite foolin’ around in launderin’, schemin’, and whorin’.”

And he is right––Valentine is dirt broke. All the money was spent on the saloon and paying back is illegal business partners. 

“I can pay you in another way,” Valentine beggingly protests. “I have so many girls in my stable that you can choose from, free of charge! Any whore or dancer you like! Even the staff girls! You can even have my saloon! Just please, fellas, don’t do this!”

Another pause, this one leaving you with bated breath and a bad feeling in your stomach. “Any girl?” Gojo ponders aloud. 

“Yes, any girl you want!” Valentine nearly screams. Gojo sounds happy with that answer. 

“Well, that beauty with the pretty skin and red lips was a looker.” Geto hums in agreement, followed by a chuckle. It doesn’t take a village idiot to figure out who they mean: you. They want you. 

“Y/N?” Valentine asks. “I-I’ll go get her. She’ll do whatever you want!” 

Like fire lights up under your ass, you quickly gather your skirts and hurry down the steps to the bar. You sit down on a stool and grip the edge of the bar, panting heavily. Sweat has begun to break out along your skin and feel dizzy.

That son of a bitch! How could he do this to you? How could he serve you up on a silver platter to them? 

Shoko finds you and leans over the edge of the bar, looking interested. “So what happened?” she pushes.

But little does she know that you’re about five seconds from having a mental breakdown. “I-I’ve gotta go,” you huff. “I need to–” 

“Y/N!” Valentine hollers. You jump, looking at him standing at the steps in fear. He crooks his finger at you, his gaze dark.

Shoko looks concerned as you hesitantly rise from the stool and make your way over to them. You have a feeling that he may know that you eavesdropped on him, but you’ll continue to act oblivious until you can’t. You refuse to blow your cover.

Valentine leads you upstairs and walks you into an empty bedroom before shutting the door. “So what do they want?” you ask, acting clueless and frazzled. 

He stands by the door, looking beyond stressed. “Me,” he states. “I was in business with them some time ago and now they want their money.” 

“Okay…so why don’t you pay them?” you prompt. “What if they shoot us all up?” 

“They won’t do that,” he hurriedly replies, “because I gave them you.” He turns to you, his expression downtrodden and serious. “Me?” you whisper. “W-What do you mean? Kenzo, what did you do?” 

“Just listen to me, goddammit!” he hisses, finally losing his cool. “I don’t have the funds ‘cause I was too busy tryin’ to keep this place afloat! Now I need your help, Y/N.”

He takes hold of your shoulders, squeezing them tight. “C’mon, suckin’ and fuckin’ are some of your skills, right? It’s what you were doin’ when I met you.” He gives you a smile that is less than friendly. 

You stare at him, picturing you punching him square in the face. “You bastard,” you snap. “I’m not doin’ this. I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

You snatch his hands off of you and step away from him as if he is toxic. “I’m callin’ the sheriff,” you hiss as you stomp by him. 

But he stops you by pushing you into a wall and then squeezing his hand around your throat, pinning you there. You gasp and struggle, wriggling about like a fish, but he keeps on squeezing. 

“Now you listen to me, you little bitch,” he snarls. “You must not be understandin’ what I’m sayin’ here, so I’ll break it down for ya: I’m your boss. I call the shots; not you. That means whatever I say goes.” He squeezes harder, making you wheeze. “So when I tell you to open that slutty mouth and your legs for some cock, you do it. You owe me. I took you out of that whorehouse and I can send you right back there.” 

He then slips into his back pocket and retrieves a gun that he waves in your face, grinning sadistically. “Either that or I’ll send you right to the grave,” he warns. “Makes no difference to me. I’ll find another pretty slut just like you for my bar.” 

Your stomach churns with fear at the sight of the gun. “K-Kenzo,” you cough. “S-Stop!” But he doesn’t, still choking you and putting the gun in your face. “Then do we have a deal?” he prompts, narrowing his eyes at you. Frantically, you nod and he releases you. You sputter and cough, gulping down air. 

“Good,” he grumbles. “Now get out there unless you want a bullet in your back.” He points the gun at you and waves it towards the door.

Having no choice, you obey him and walk out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the room where the gunslinging duo occupies. With Valentine’s gun pressing into your back, you push the door open, seeing the duo sitting on the couch near the window beside the bed.

“Here she is, fellas!” Valentine announces. “Pretty as can be, ain’t she?” He digs the gun into your back, prompting you to walk into the room. The door shuts behind you. 

The two men sit back against the couch, their long legs and thick thighs spread. You do your absolute best to not look down. Gojo stands and puffs on his cigar, his pink lips forming an O to let the smoke billow from his lips. He then puts the cigar out on an ashtray nearby and lazily walks toward you with a slight smirk playing on his lips. You stand rigidly still, biting your bottom lip to avoid another breakdown.

“Mmm, pretty ain’t even word for her,” he hums. He begins to walk around you slowly, checking you out as if you’re an object up for auction. “Such a gorgeous little doll. A pretty little thang, ain’t she, Suguru?” 

The long-haired cowboy stares you down from his place on the couch, sipping on his glass of whiskey. His pink tongue, glittering with silver (a fucking tongue piercing), juts out to lick his lips, seductively so.

“Mmm-hmm,” he agrees. “I bet she’s the one who reels in the most business here.” 

Gojo takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, tugging on your skirts. “Gorgeous skin, hair, eyes, dress…” He releases you, stepping back to admire you fully. “Shame about that gun under your skirts though, doll, but it does give ya some character.” 

As if the world has suddenly tilted on its excess, you gape at him, confused and alarmed. No… there’s no way he knows.

“The what?” Valentine snaps. 

Gojo’s smirk grows the more horrified you become. “I’d expect nothin’ less from the Fatale Femme,” he chuckles. “After all, the infamous gunslingin’ cowgirl herself has to stay strapped in this wild world.”

He walks up to you, nearly closing the tight space between you. “I can’t believe I finally get to see your face under that bandana I’ve seen in your posters,” he dreamily sighs. “You’re beautiful.” 

You can’t even process his compliment properly. You can’t function at all. The world is moving in slow motion. How in the fuck could these two know who you are? 

“Careful now, Satoru,” Geto chuckles, now standing up. “Ya don’t wanna get got too. She’s responsible for killin’ over four different gunslingers in three counties––two in only one. She hides out for a while and then does it again, scarin’ the wits out of every man alive.”

He gives you a lazy, knowing smile that scares you out of your mind. “And we’re no different, are we, little lady?” 

Despite not being in immediate danger, your fight or flight has now kicked into gear like you are. You don’t know who will do what or what will happen, so your body is itching to run and your fingers are tingling, wanting to whip out your pistol.

You’re so glad you’re so in tune with your gut because Valentine explodes instantly to being played. “You…you bitch!” he hollers, his face red with rage. “You lied to me! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” 

He goes to pull the trigger of his gun, but before his thumb can even press down, you’re already slipping your silver pistol stained with a lipstick print on the handle out of the secret leather holder strapped to your thigh and popping a bullet at his ear.

You make sure to shoot slightly away from his face, not wanting to hit him–just to graze him. You successfully do so, the bullet zooming past Vanji’s ear and taking off a chunk of his lobe before lodging itself into the wall. 

He screams bloody murder as blood spurts from his ear, his hand covering it and causing blood to spurt from between his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him. He goes to tackle you, but Geto stops him by moving between you and backhanding him in the face with his pistol dubbed the 'Rainbow Dragon'.  

As soon as the silver metal object hits his temple, Valentine tumbles like a house of cards and falls out cold on the floor. Gojo tosses his head back and laughs like this is all hilarious. “Damn, that escalated quickly!” he cackles. “You always did a heavy hand, Sugu.” He says this with a wink that comes off as mighty suggestive. 

Geto gives him a smirk, but it quickly fades when his eyes land on you. “You alright?” he asks, actually sounding genuinely worried. 

You don’t buy it for a second. Quickly, you aim your gun at them both, backing away to the door. 

“Don’t move,” you warn. “Neither one of y’all. If you move, you’re dead.” 

Slowly, Geto lowers his gun to the floor before he does so and puts his hands up in defense. “Both of you, put your weapons on the floor,” you order, doing your best to keep the tremble out of your voice. 

“Alright, let’s just calm down,” Gojo soothingly says, taking his guns out of his holster. One in particular is purple, dubbed the 'Hollow Purple'.

He also lowers his leather whip which is said to have left scars so deep that its victims will never heal from them. Geto does the same, lowering his other pistol and a knife in his boot to the floor. 

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the snow-haired outlaw says. “We barely even wanted him though he was a bonus point.” He nods down at Valentine unconscious and bleeding on the floor by your feet. 

You scowl at them confusedly, the gun still trained on them. “Then what the fuck are y’all here for?” you demand. 

The duo give each other a look before smirking at you, making your stomach flip. “We’re here for you, little miss,” Gojo says.

[xoxotaylynn]

daddy’s little girl

summary: chris is always there to help his girlfriend y/n when she needs especially when it comes to her family issues

warnings: family issues, no smut (SORRY) MAJOR FLUFF, crying, underage drinking, alcoholic dad, established relationship, abusive dad

growing up i’ve always been a daddy’s girl, my mom was always jealous. i think it stemmed from her childhood and her dad not being around much, my dad was my best friend but after my mom cheated on him he grew distant and started drinking. he didn’t leave cause apart of him will always love me like he did but he became an alcoholic, that’s when the abuse started. soon my mom left cause she could have an out but she left me with him and i resented her for that. i was in 7th grade when all this happned i didn’t know how to cope, so i stole my fathers drinks, he didn’t notice cause he thought he was just to drink to remember drinking them but i knew. then i went to high school, that’s when i met the triplets they are a year older than but we became best friends, now im 19 there going to be 20 i couldn’t move out right away when i turned 18 i had no money, so i got a job it doesn’t pay well so i’ve been saving i almost have enough to get an apartment, the triplets tried to help especially my boyfriend Chris but i wouldn’t allow it, Chris is the best thing that’s happened to me, we’ve been dating for 2 years now. i was coming home from a morning shift it was around 1:30 pm and i was in my room taking my hair out of my pony tail

“y/n! get your ass down here now!!” my dad yells. he’s drunk i could go down there but it wouldn’t end well, i could stay in here but he’ll probably come looking for me so i force myself down stairs

“hey dad what’s up!” i say not to happy not to mean or sad

“where the fuck have you been!” he yells

“i was at work dad” i have to be careful he’ll think im talking back

“DONT LIE TO ME!” he yells, i flinch “YOU ARE YOU FLINCHING YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU HUH??”

“no i was just surprised by the yelling that’s all” i resisted him, stay calm

“YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU?? OKAY LET ME SHOW YOU HURT” he grabs one of the empty beer cans on the coffee table that’s in the living room and chucks it at me before i can react it hits me in the face

“DAD STOP PLEASE” i beg my face hurts

“NO YOU WANT NE TO HURT YOU SO HURT” he’s marching over to me

“dad no please” i beg, he pushes me and i stumble to the ground

“you’re just a little bitch like you’re mother, A WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT AND A FUCKING LIAR” he kicks me in my stomach

“FUCK!” i yell “dad please it’s me you’re little girl!! i’m you’re best friend!!”

he throws his half full beer can at me and it shatters all over me

“clean this fucking mess up” he says before he walks away

i don’t cry not now that will only make things worse, i clean up the glass shards and make sure there’s no beer any where, then i go to the bathroom and clean myself up. i grab a change of clothes and change.

“where the fuck is it!!” i whisper yell to myself, then i find it. my pink Whitney, i start to drink it and it’s about half way full, i set it down and grab my backpack full of things i need for the night already since this happens often and i leave.

as i’m walking down the street with my drink in hand i’m slowly getting drunk. i have no clue where im going just walking, and drinking.

i’ve been walking for what feels like 2 hours but it wasn’t, i check the time and it’s now 3:02 i check my surroundings and i’m near a gas station i go in and grab some more alcohol and some snacks, i finish my Whitney and open the new drink of vodka, i sit in the side of the road with my drink and snacks i eat a small bag of Dorito’s and put the rest of the snacks in my backpack.

“where should i go??” i ask myself checking to see if there’s any hotels near by, there’s one it’s kinda sketchy but it will do. i start walking there and i’m stumbling now, i’m way to drunk to even check in

“fuck what am i gonna do” i slur and laugh at myself “i’m just like my dad”

i sit on the side of the road again and think about the shitty things. i see cars drive by but one of them looks like the triplets car but i convince myself its not. i’m proved wrong when the car comes back and stops, im to drunk to do anything and in still drinking away at my vodka i see a worried chris jump out the car.

“y/n!” he yells i flinch

“stop!” i jump up “stay there” im scared i don’t know why, cause it’s chris i love chris.

“y/n baby please let me help you” he says calmly but worried

“chris..” i start tears are ready to spill out, he slowly makes his way towards me

“i know baby, i know” he wraps his arms around me and starts the rub my back.

“chris why can’t he just love me” im balling into his shoulder

“shhh it’s okay ma let it out” he’s still rubbing my back

“why can’t he just be my dad again” im shaking now with the how bad im crying

“come on let’s go to my house” he says leading me to the car “nick will you get in front”

“yeah” he jumps out and happily gets the car this makes me laugh

“nicks in heaven right now” i tell chris

“yea definitely” he laughs with me

we get into the back and i’m in Chris’s arms again and he’s rubbing my back, we make it to the triplets house in about 10 minutes and chris takes me to his room

“let’s get you cleaned up” he says softly, i nod

“thank you chris” i smile weakly at him

“anything for you baby” he smiles back at me “so tell me what happened”

“i had just gotten home from work and changed i was taking my hair out of my pony tail” i pause

“yea you had a morning shift, and i know how you get headaches when having you’re hair up to long” he adds

“mhm, he tells me for me to get downstairs and u knew it would’ve been worse if i didn’t go so i did.” i’m about to cry again “i shouldn’t have i should’ve hid” some tears spill out

“it’s not you’re fault, it never is” chris rubs my cheek

“then he starts asking me where i was, i told him the truth and he didn’t like that he thought i was lying so..” i pause

“shh take you’re time”

“so.” i pause and sniffle “he throws a beer bottle at my head” i cry

“my poor baby” he wraps his arms around my shoulders

“then he pushes me down and kicks me in my stomach. and lastly he threw another beer bottle at me but that one was half way full” i sob again

“next time don’t drink call me please” he asks me

“yes i will promise” i pull away ana smile at him “can we take a nap?”

“how about first you hop into the shower i’ll get you some clothes then we can nap” he asks

“yea i thinks a shower would be good” i go to start the shower and he gets me clean clothes.

“i got you my blue lyrical lemonade hoodie cause i know that’s you’re favorite, and some basketball shorts cause i know you can’t sleep in pants” he sets it on the counter

“i would be able to sleep in pants on you were a human heater” i laugh

“you know you love me” he kisses me “might wanna brush your teeth to” he laughs

“hey!” i swat his arm and laugh to

i strip my clothes and get into the shower, i have to use chris’s products which sucks but i try to get him good stuff so he’s not using 3 in 1. it was a quick shower because i was exhausted. i dry myself off and change into the clothes.

“babe can you scratch my back” i ask

“yea i guess” he jokes

“yay thank you” i get into bed and wrap my arms around chris so he’ll be able to scratch my back while we cuddle “thank you for everything chris it means a lot i love you” i tell him

“anything for you y/n i love you so much” he starts to scratch my back

“i love you to” i drift off to sleep

sorry this lowkey sucks i was rushing but lmk if u wanna be added to my tags list, hope you enjoyed, sorry i did fluff there’s just like no fluff images and i HATE the ones if wattpad so im trying in here but i have a smut in the makings its gonna be rlly good, better than this at least.

[mya-valentine]

A Moment to Heal

Synopsis: As the sun sets over Jujutsu High, Juri and Gojo find themselves on the rooftop, the unspoken tension between them finally surfacing. Juri, a hardened sorcerer driven by revenge for her parents' deaths, struggles with the emotional burden she's carried for years. Gojo, knowing her well, gently pushes her to confront her past. Their banter fades as Juri hesitantly opens up, calling Gojo by name for the first time, a small but significant gesture. Later, over pastries, Gojo warns her about the higher-ups' schemes and their intent to pit her against Itadori, forcing Juri to confront difficult truths about her future.

The sun had already begun to set by the time Gojo and Juri found themselves alone on the rooftop of the school, the soft hues of orange and pink casting long shadows across the city skyline. It was a familiar spot—one they had both retreated to over the years when they needed to think. Today, however, it was different. The air between them was heavy with something unspoken, something Juri had been carrying for far too long.

Gojo leaned against the railing, his trademark grin softened into something more thoughtful. He had always known there was more to Juri than her sharp tongue and reckless bravado, but he had never pushed her to reveal it. She was a fortress, built high and sturdy, and Gojo knew better than anyone that breaking through it wasn’t easy. But today, after all the years of banter and sarcasm, he felt like they were on the cusp of something real.

“You know,” Gojo started, his tone unusually gentle, “it’s been a while since we’ve talked about them.”

Juri’s jaw clenched, her gaze fixed firmly on the horizon. She didn’t need to ask who he meant. Her parents—the topic she avoided at all costs. She hated the way thinking about them made her feel; vulnerable, angry, and alone. 

“They wouldn’t want you to carry this burden forever,” Gojo said, carefully choosing his words. “I know it feels like it’s all on you, but it’s okay to...let some of it go.”

Juri’s hands tightened into fists at her sides. She wasn’t sure if she was angry at Gojo for bringing them up or at herself for feeling the weight of his words. She had built her entire life around that rage, the loss, and the need for revenge. It was her fuel, her reason for every fight, every reckless mission. 

“I don’t need you to psychoanalyze me,” she muttered, her voice low but lacking the usual bite.

Gojo chuckled softly, though it wasn’t the teasing laugh he usually used. “I’m not psychoanalyzing, just… talking. You’ve been holding onto this for so long, Juri. It’s okay to be angry. Hell, it’s okay to feel whatever you need to feel. But you can’t carry it alone forever.”

For a moment, the only sound was the wind brushing through the trees below and the distant noise of the city. Juri felt the weight of his words sink in deeper than she wanted them to. Gojo had always been a thorn in her side, always pushing, always poking at her defenses. But, in some twisted way, she had come to rely on his presence. He was the only one who knew her well enough to know when to push and when to back off.

“I’m not asking you to forgive anyone,” Gojo continued, his voice even softer now. “But maybe it’s time to let someone in, just a little. You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore.”

Juri swallowed hard, feeling the knot in her throat grow tighter. She wasn’t sure how to respond, wasn’t sure if she could. Letting someone in wasn’t in her nature—it went against everything she’d built herself to be. But as she stood there, staring at the sunset with Gojo beside her, something shifted. 

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned to face him. Her usual sharp expression had softened, just enough for Gojo to notice. 

“Gojo…” she said, the word slipping from her lips before she could stop herself.

Gojo blinked in surprise. She had never called him by his name—never. It was always ‘rat’ or ‘old man’ or some other insult that was thrown his way with no real malice. But this? This was something else. 

For a moment, Gojo didn’t say anything, unsure of how to respond. He could see the significance of it in her eyes, the vulnerability she rarely let anyone see. 

“You’ve earned it,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “The name.”

Gojo’s usual playful grin returned, but it was softer, more genuine this time. “Took long enough,” he teased, though his tone was filled with warmth. “I guess I should feel honored.”

Juri huffed, rolling her eyes, but the tension had melted away, if only a little. She didn’t know how to express everything that was going on inside her—the confusion, the pain, the anger. But maybe, just maybe, this was a start.

“Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, though there was no bite behind her words. 

Gojo nodded, understanding. “I won’t.”

They stood in silence for a while longer, the weight of Juri’s unspoken emotions hanging in the air. But for once, it didn’t feel suffocating. She had let down a small piece of her wall, just enough for Gojo to see through, and in that moment, it was enough.

And maybe, just maybe, it would be enough for her to finally begin healing.

— — —

The sun had set by the time Gojo and Juri made their way through the bustling streets of the city. Despite the serious undertones of their conversation earlier, Gojo had a different plan for their next destination. He knew Juri was feeling raw, emotionally drained from confronting her past, and he wasn’t the type to push people when they needed time to process. So, instead of forcing more words, he decided on a change of pace—a sweet one.

They turned a corner, and Juri’s eyes narrowed at the quaint little bakery tucked between two taller buildings. The warm glow of the lights inside contrasted with the cool evening air. The aroma of freshly baked goods drifted toward them, causing even Juri’s expression to soften slightly. 

“Why are we here?” she asked, her voice flat but curious.

Gojo grinned. “You’ve got a sweet tooth, don’t you? Thought this might lift your spirits. This place has the best pastries in the city—trust me, you’ll love it.”

Juri rolled her eyes but followed him inside. The bakery was cozy, with shelves lined with all sorts of baked goods—cakes, croissants, cookies, and, most importantly for Juri, an entire section dedicated to lollipops. 

Gojo glanced at her as they approached the counter, already eyeing the sweets. “Pick whatever you want. It’s on me.”

She shot him a look but didn’t protest. Juri wasn’t the type to show excitement, but the way her eyes lingered over the lollipops, especially the cotton candy-flavored ones, was enough to tell Gojo he’d made the right call.

After making their choices—Juri with her lollipop and a small box of pastries for later, and Gojo with his signature favorite, a strawberry-filled croissant—they found a table by the window. It was quiet, just the soft murmur of other patrons and the sound of the oven in the back. 

For a few minutes, they just ate in silence, the atmosphere relaxed. Juri leaned back in her chair, the familiar taste of cotton candy on her tongue, helping to ease the tension that had been building up all day.

But Gojo wasn’t one to let important matters slide for long. He watched her for a moment before speaking, his tone more serious than before.

“You know we need to talk about the higher-ups,” he began, breaking the peaceful lull. “We can’t avoid them forever. Not with what they’re planning.”

Juri’s expression darkened, her relaxed demeanor vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. She bit down on the lollipop stick, her eyes narrowing. “What about them?”

Gojo took a sip of his coffee, leaning forward slightly. “They’re playing a long game. You and I both know they’re not just focused on Sukuna. They have other plans—plans that involve you.”

Juri snorted, though there was no humor in it. “Of course they do. They’re still trying to control me. They don’t know who I really am, but they know I’m dangerous. They think they can use me.”

“And they’ll keep trying until they can’t anymore,” Gojo said, his voice dropping a bit lower. “But that’s not the worst of it. You know they’re aiming to pit you against Itadori when the time comes.”

The mention of Itadori made Juri’s jaw tighten. She had been trying to distance herself from him emotionally, trying to stop whatever was happening between them from going any further, but it was getting harder. The thought of being forced to fight him—no, kill him—was something she had been avoiding.

“And you think I’ll just go along with that?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, but there was an edge to it, a challenge.

“No,” Gojo replied, his eyes serious behind his blindfold. “I don’t. But they don’t know that, and they won’t stop until they get what they want.”

Juri stared at him for a long moment, the lollipop slowly dissolving in her mouth. The sweet taste felt bitter now. She knew the higher-ups had their eyes on her, that they were watching her every move. She had always been the outlier, the unpredictable one, and they hated that. They hated that they couldn’t control her, couldn’t bend her to their will like so many others.

“I won’t be their weapon,” Juri finally said, her voice steady but full of anger. “Not for the kid, not for anyone. I’ll end this on my terms, not theirs.”

Gojo nodded, his gaze softening slightly. “I know. But you need to be ready for whatever they throw at you. They’ll come after you harder than ever now. And not just you—Itadori too.”

Juri’s grip on the table tightened, her knuckles white. The thought of the higher-ups manipulating Itadori, using him as a pawn in their schemes, made her blood boil. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’ll deal with it,” she said, her voice sharp. “I always do.”

Gojo smiled, though there was a sadness behind it. “I know you will. But just remember, you don’t have to do it alone this time.”

Juri didn’t respond, her gaze turning back to the window. The city outside looked peaceful, but she knew better. Nothing was ever as calm as it seemed.

For now, though, she would take the moment for what it was. A small respite before the storm. She glanced at Gojo, who was already finishing his croissant with a satisfied grin.

“You really are a rat,” she muttered, though her voice had lost some of its edge.

“And yet, you’re still sitting here with me,” Gojo teased, leaning back in his chair. “That’s progress, don’t you think?”

Juri rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe Gojo was right. Maybe, for once, she didn’t have to carry all the weight on her own. 

And maybe, just maybe, she could let someone else in, if only for a little while.

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The Burden of Strength Masterlist

[silv3rswirls]

I don't know, just been missing him lately <3

summary | “I thought you wanted some space, didn’t want to suffocate you.”

Warnings | light talk of mental health/depression, comfort, reassurance, fluff

Jinki had been gone all day again. He left before you finished your shower this morning, and hadn’t called. 

Why? You wondered. Why were you feeling so dull? Everything about the apartment around you felt heavy. The sun had set long ago, leaving the bedroom draped in grays and shadow, the night light peeking ever slightly through sheer curtains. The city beneath was as bustling and lively as ever, while your room felt like a sad little box. The whole apartment had lately, why?

You hear the door open and the front light flicks on but make no effort to get up. You hear Jinki kick his shoes off, then carefully place them. He walks around for a bit, setting whatever he bought home down and inching closer to the bedroom. “How are you?” He exhales, feeling content in being home after a long day. Warm light surrounds him and pools against the floor. He tilts his head when you don’t answer right away, “are you alright?”

You hum and sit up. “I’m okay, I guess. How was your day?”

“A bit exhausting, to be honest.” He admits, moving to plop down beside you. He lays back on the bed, sighing again at the plush blankets and relaxing his body. You don’t look at him right away, you can feel the heaviness in the air growing now that he’s hear. This is the first time in weeks the two of you have interacted like this. He’d been distant lately, while you hadn’t been able to drag yourself out of your gloomy disposition.

“What’s wrong?” You’re the first one to break the ice. 

“You’ve just been a bit cold lately.” he talks low, teetering on the edge of shutting his mouth and not saying a word more. “It just seems…are you bored with me?” You felt your stomach twist. Had you really made Jinki feel this way? How distant have you been? He was your world, had been since you met him. How cold and short had you been to change that?

“Jinki I…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts. “I’m sorry it's been so weird lately, it feels like I haven’t been around?” He nods, looking up at you as you fiddle with your sleeves and pick imaginary fuzzies out of your hair. “I’ve just been feeling a bit down is all. I didn’t realize I was being so cold to you, why didn’t you say anyhting sooner?”

“I thought you wanted some space, didn’t want to suffocate you.”

“I wish you had” you smiled, pressing your lips together and trying to hold in the sudden bout of tears hitting you. When you think about it more, you wish Jinki had kept coming to you. Trapping you in his arms and squeezing the sadness away, in a sense. You’d been craving his touch, his soft words. You had expected it, silently demanded it, and got upset when he didn’t give it. “I should've told you sooner how I was feeling. I wanted you to be close, I just…I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to ask.”

“We’ve both been a bit distant and weird I guess” he manages a small laugh, reaching for your hand. “You can tell me whatever you need, whenever. I don’t mind, I just want you to be happy.”

“I know” you smile. “I’m sorry, I love you Jinki, I’m sorry I made you doubt it.”

“Are you sure?” He pulls you down with care and stares into your eyes. Brow knit together, trying to read you, trying to be serious despite feeling anxious and vulnerable. “Do you promise?” his voice trails a bit, fearful of your answer. 

“We’re still here, you’re still with me right?” You turn to look down at him. His eyes are a bit watery, he’s nibbling the inside of his cheek. You shift a bit, moving to run your hand through his hair, cup his face, and trace your thumb over his cheek. “Of course, I promise.”

He nods and smiles as you lower yourself beside him. He keeps hold of your hand and reaches to brush away your hair from your face. When was the last time you had held each other? You wondered. “I love you” he sighs, leaving in to press his lips to yours. “I love you so much.” He kisses you, holding your face and drawing you closer to him. His lips are light and feathery over your own, ghosting over your skin to press against your cheek, then your neck and shoulder. Your fingers brush through his hair and he looks back up to you; in time to feel your press a soft kiss against his forehead. 

His arms tangle around your body, and you grow comfortable against his chest. You’re close, he kisses you now and again. His nose tickles yours, and his eyes run over the details of your face a million times. You close your eyes in contentment, the gloomy feeling is still there, but it feels like a small weight has lifted. Jinki was here, and you were here with him. Even if it was for just the moment, both your worries had been pushed away for a moment of tender peace.

[wyvernne]

see you through til the day’s end (rewrite) teaser

taking a quick study break to post this for y’all. i have not read over it again nor has it been edited, so forgive me for any errors. i know a lot of you are also dealing with final exams, so good luck, and remember to take care of yourselves!!

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It was a stupid way to get caught. You’re not sure if it was the cold that dumbed you down, dulled your senses so gravely.

You slipped. That’s all it took. A single misstep is going to cost you your life.

What was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance on the growing Fatui encampments has quickly become the site of the last moments of your life.

You sigh. What a pathetic way to die. The soldiers did quite a number on you, too. You’re sure you have at least a concussion. Maybe a few broken ribs.

You tug halfheartedly on your restraints. The Fatui are no strangers to taking captives. Of course they know how to keep one tied down.

“Oh? What little mouse fell into the trap?” You freeze. It’s a voice you’ve only heard once before.

Your heart thumps sickeningly in your chest for a beat before you raise your head. It’s… a different one. A little older, but still a young man.

Dottore smiles at you. His face is entirely obscured by his mask, save for his eerie, chilling grin.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of officially meeting before,” you offer. You try not to sound afraid. Your heartbeat gives you away, certainly. You’re fucked. You’re so fucked.

Dottore’s smile never changes. “Is that so? You seem quite familiar.” He tilts his head. “Ah. Perhaps it’s the scent of the Abyss. It does quite remind me of that young man.”

He must be talking about the eleventh. You grit your teeth. “You must be mistaken.”

“Surely not,” Dottore replies pleasantly. He’s taking his sweet time getting to the point, really.

“Ah, that’s it!” He snaps his fingers dramatically, as if he’s suddenly remembered a particularly amusing factoid. “You’ve been in the company of a certain young winery owner before, too.”

A chill slips down your spine. You maintain your smile. “I’m merely a distant associate.”

Dottore’s doesn’t even grace you with a response, and the silence makes your heart beat faster.

You continue speaking, struggling to keep your voice steady. “I’m flattered that a lord harbinger himself is even gratifying me with his time.”

Dottore guffaws, doubling over in laughter. “Ah! So much spunk. It’s refreshing to have a subject who isn’t cowering in fear. How exciting.”

His laughter dies down abruptly. It’s just as chilling as when it began.

“Shall we run a little impromptu experiment?” he asks. Bile rises in your throat. You’d rather just have a swift end, really. Who knows what kind of circumstances Dottore will keep you alive under.

He draws a knife from his belt. It’s… it’s far more mundane than you thought. At the very least, it seems like he won’t be injecting you with some strange substance. “It’s a pity I don’t have my laboratory equipment with me here… but I supposed we’ll just need to make do. After all, the process is the fun of it.”

“Process,” you repeat, stupidly. It’s too cold, and your head was hit too hard. Your brain isn’t working like it should. You— you should be planning some grand escape. Instead you can barely follow the conversation happening between you.

“Do you know how much blood is in the human body?” he asks, spinning the knife carelessly in his palm.

You manage a dry laugh. “I haven’t measured. Don’t tell me you treat all your hostages with such hospitality?”

“How arrogant,” he scoffs. “You’re merely the delicious morsel of cheese. The real prize has yet to show itself.”

What the fuck is he on about?

He pulls something out of his pocket with his free hand. You spoke too soon.

You jerk against the restraints reflexively at the sight. A small vial. He pops the stopper with practiced ease, dribbling the viscous liquid over the length of the blade.

He pulls you up against him, sliding an arm around you. It’s like you’ve been already been drugged, your mind slow to comprehend what’s happening. His words keep ringing in your head. “You’ve a little more blood in you than… say, six and a half bottles of wine.”

And then there’s a sharp blow to your back, sending white hot pain jolting through your body.

You gasp, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. The wheezing, wet sobs that rip from your lungs shake your body, but it hardly compares to the searing ache in your back. Dottore smiles. “I wouldn’t move so much, dear. Unless you’d like me to sever your spinal cord.”

He jerks his arm up, lifting you with the sheer force of his movement. He’s playing a dangerous game, cutting into you so blindly, so close to your spine—

You choke on the thought. He doesn’t care.

You don’t scream. Can’t. It’s like the air around you has been sucked away, and you can’t seem to get a single breath down. The only thing that comes from your mouth is a horrible, strangled gurgle.

He laughs, pulling the dagger out with ease. You sag, eyes wide. Move. Do something. Fight back.

You’re still gasping, choking on nothing. What is the point? Of this? Of any of it?

Dottore chuckles, wiping the dagger haphazardly on your shirt. “I guess you do bleed like we do. Shall we continue?”

You’re bleeding too much too fast. You can see it starting to pool around your feet, blossoming out in the snow.

You jerk against your restraints, throwing your knee up with a shout. You catch Dottore in the stomach, but he hardly reacts to your blow. He leans closer, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

“How impudent,” he mutters, smashing the hilt of the knife into your temple. A shock of pain shoots through your head, and you bite down to silence a sob.

Why is he wasting his time on you? Your thoughts feel hazy. Maybe it’s just pain for the sake of it.

Pain for the sake of it.

Why can’t you catch your breath? You’re teary, but still, no sound can form in your throat. You feel like you’re suffocating.

An agent materializes behind him, kneeling obediently.

“Didn’t I say to leave me to my work?” Dottore huffs, exasperated. He’s speaking so flippantly, like someone just interrupted his daily newspaper reading.

You can’t tell how deep the wound is like this. It’s— it’s long.

You have… minutes, maybe, until you’ve lost too much. There’s no fighting your way out of this. There’s no winning here.

You barely catch the last wisps of conversation.

“…Forgive me, lord harbinger. The Tsaritsa has sent a message.”

Dottore clicks his tongue in annoyance, tossing the dagger into the snow as he turns away. “Well, I’ve lost interest, regardless. Lucky little you.”

The agent slices the restraints down with a swift movement. You crumple to the ground, gasping desperately for air. Dottore starts away from you, but then stops and smiles over his shoulder. “Your life is ticking away, you know.”

You barely register his words. Every second matters, now. You clamber unsteadily to your feet. Despite the freezing snow you’ve started to sweat, your muscles trembling with the effort of holding yourself up.

You take a stumbling step backwards. Not a single Fatuus makes a move to stop you. They watch you with their robotic, empty gazes. You take another, and then turn on your heel and run.

It hurts. It hurts like death. But you won’t win a fight here, and Dottore is bitterly right. Five minutes, at most. Five minutes before you’ve lost too much blood.

Your movements are sluggish and stilted, and the world seems to teeter on your vision. Like hell you’ll let yourself die without putting up a fight.

It’s only a few yards to the cliff side. Water rushes past you and you sway for a moment, nearly losing your balance.

You feel ill. This rush of adrenaline won’t last you much longer, not with how badly he’s cut you. Not with how much this hurts.

It’s a long drop. You know better than anyone. Still, you launch yourself forward, feet slipping on the last rock, and plummet into the raging water below. If you’re going to lose your life, you’ll lose it to the torrents of nature. Not to some damned harbinger’s passing fancies.

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You’ve broken… something. It’s hard to tell at this point, even as you drag yourself onto the snowy banks of the river. Everything fucking hurts. It’s a miracle you didn’t split your skull in half on the rocks below, although the intense throb in your right ankle says you didn’t make it out entirely unscathed. Thankfully it’s cold enough, and you’ve lost enough blood. The bitter ache of any broken bones seems dulled entirely.

You can see the fading lights of Dawn Winery in the distance, but you’ve lost your gamble. You have minutes left, at most. You close your eyes.

You’re going to die here, bleeding out in the snow. Pathetic. To survive the Abyss only to die like a drowned rat.

You’re tired. So, so tired.

Even in this unbearable cold you feel sleep calling you, soothing you from your wounds and fatigue.

It would be so easy, just to let go.

You open your mouth, but all that comes out is a drawn, shrill gasp, drowned out by the sound of the waterfall behind you. Fucking hell.

One chance. That’s all you have.

It takes tremendous effort to get your tongue in the right position. You suck in air desperately, flinching at the shock that travels up from your ribs, and blow.

It’s a weak sound, at first, but it’s all you have.

Luckily, her hearing is better than any human’s.

It takes… twenty seconds, maybe. Thirty at most. You hear her shrieks overhead, having spotted her prey. But she’s no ordinary bird. You’re thankful for that, at least.

She vanishes again, and you’re left alone in the snow.

You jolt, startled. You nearly fell asleep. But you can’t. Not now. Just a little longer.

It feels like an eternity. You can’t feel your hands or feet anymore. All that’s left is a dull ache, and each breath you take feels like an enormous amount of effort.

In. Out. In. Out. Stay awake. Stay awake.

Finally, there’s a murmur of voices, the thumping of feet along the ground. Hands coming up to lift you from the snowy bank. You can’t focus well. Spots dance beneath your eyelids, and your breathing feels fluttery and faint.

“Stay awake, now,” One of the voices whispers. You’d know it anywhere. The warmth, the scent. Diluc.

‘Sorry’ you want to say. The words don’t come. Nothing comes, after that. Just darkness.

[tonberry-yoda]

Lost - Suguru Geto

notes - Guess who's back tee hee. Geto is such a hottie and he's been on the mind since I've been reading the manga. He's such a tragic mess, I can't help but write for him word count - 721 genre - angst warnings - none

“You look tired.”

Geto didn’t hear a word you said. You were cooking dinner for the both of you in your dorm and he had that familiar distant look on his face. It was like he wasn’t even in the room with you. It happened every so often and didn’t necessarily scare you, it just worried you, you suppose. Gojo was right, he did lose quite a bit of weight.

“You can talk to me.” you tried again, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s hard to put into words.” he whispered, losing that distant look and instead burying his face in his arms.

“What do you need from me, Suguru?”

“Nothing.”

The pan hissed as you put rice into it, shaking the measuring cup.

“Is Gojo joining us tonight?”

Geto shook his head. “Apparently he’s outside of Tokyo on some job.”

You hummed in response and started adding kimchi to the rice. You stirred the food, letting the scent fill the air.

“Smells good.” Geto said.

“Thanks.” you smiled.

After a couple of minutes, you plated the food and handed Geto’s plate to him. He smiled and thanked you, and you both ate in silence. You never remember life feeling like this. Just a year ago, you, Satoru, and Suguru were goofing off and felt like kids. And this just felt different. Like you were an adult and there was nothing you could do but keep moving.

But you hated it. What happened to Geto and Gojo? You hated the silence, the jobs, the curses, everything.

You set down your chopsticks and took a deep breath.

Geto tilted his head at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I should be asking you.”

Geto slowly took a bite out of his food. “Again, it’s hard to put into words.” And he just shook it off like nothing. You had seen that man struggle internally and that’s all he could say to you?

“Then try.”

Geto looked up at you with surprise. “y/n…”

“I’m not mad.”

Geto sighed. “Everything’s different.”

“Tell me about it.” you chuckled and took a bite.

“I guess I’m jealous. And a little confused.”

“Jealous?”

Geto nodded. “Of Satoru, I suppose. He’s the strongest now. Not us. Him. We’ve grown distant because he’s just better. It’s not fair.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I know what you mean.”

“Do we really have to work this hard?”

You gave him a look of confusion. “It’s our job.”

“Do we have to keep getting hurt just for them? The weak?”

You shrugged. You had never really felt much of a difference between non-sorcerers and sorcerers. You grew up normal. The only thing that was odd was that you could see curses and no one else could. You still were friends with those you grew up with and you knew sorcerers that lived somewhat normal lives.

“We’re just all helping each other.” you said.

“What are they doing for us, hm?” Geto asked. His eyes were dark. When was the last time he slept?

“Suguru–”

“Don’t tell me I’m crazy.”

“You’re not, I just… I think you need a break.”

Geto ate the rest of his dinner without a word. He washed his plate and silently thanked you for the meal before going toward the door.

“I don’t want to grow apart, Suguru.” you told him right as he grabbed the handle.

“Neither do I.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?”

He turned to find you in tears.

“y/n, I wasn’t trying to…”

“I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore. I’ll always be by your side, but…” You hiccuped on your own tears and Geto walked to you with open arms.

You fell into him, soaking in his heat and crying into his chest. “I don’t want to hate you.” you told him.

“I never considered it a possibility.” he giggled, rubbing the top of your head.

“I just feel lost.” you cried.

He held you closer and you had never felt more comfortable in your life. You just wanted to stay there forever.

“Let’s take a walk,” Geto let go of you and reached his hand out to yours. “Clear your mind.”

You nodded and took his hand. He kissed your knuckles and led you out of the door.

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[skemford]

I like talking about bendy characters so it’s time to touch up topic of… Joey Drew himself

Doing it before fade to black release on purpose :)

Here’s my analysis of his behaviour and on the illusion of living philosophy

It’s a huge read and I’ve enjoyed writing it!

(Continuation under the cut)

1. Joey’s family situation was hard on it’s own

Joey doesn’t talk about his parents way too much and mostly focuses on story elements (his father being a shoe maker and how his parents affected his childhood) rather than on his parents as their own people.

They weren’t rich and Joey talks about their family earning a “honest living” but at the same time, he describes how hard it was for his father.

“We weren’t rich. There was an honest living to be earned and Father did that with Mother keeping the books” (TIOL, page 18)

“I definitely saw her (mother) more than I saw Father, who sometimes would only appear briefly at the dinner table, hunched, brow furrowed, silently eating his meal. He’d disappear downstairs right after, and I’d help Mother with the washing up. (TIOL,page 18)

He comments on his father creating fake scenarios (elves helping him to work) to distract from hardship of needing to work a lot to be able to feed their family.

Joey has hard time of understanding ‘why’ he does that and how fantasy can help to work but he wants to believe. He tries to prove to himself that magic can be real.

"I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it” (TIOL, page 19)

“I couldn’t see the elves. They must have been sitting on the table itself, hidden behind Father. I pushed the door open just a little bit and stood taller on my tiptoes.” (TIOL, page 21)

Joey switches between wanting to believe in illusions and not wanting to. He’s scared of not being perceived as normal by others.

He says that it’s not okay to be deep into the fantasy but notes on the fact that he can grasp the concept.

“I knew about make-believe. Played it all the time with my friends. But I didn’t know that adults knew about make-believe too. I nodded. (TIOL, page 23)

After he asks his father directly, he explains his reasoning and says that make-believe helps to feel less lonely (I’ll note on this part, it’ll come in handy later) which changes Joey’s perspective greatly:

"But the make-believe, the little characters, the songs, that changed his reality. What was reality except what we perceive it to be? Elves and magic? Well, why not? (TIOL, page 24)

It’s everything we’ve got to know about his family.

Hard working to earn money for living, using escapism to cope and distant from each other because of their struggles.

This distance likely has continued to grow with years, since for some reason he escaped his home when he was 15 y.o (+ signed up to army); no one seems to actually care and he was left on his own.

1.1 Stage name

Talking about Joey’s distance from his family, he doesn’t use his real family surname or full form of his name.

It’s not something that was explored a lot in Bendy (among all of its content) but we know that he doesn’t like to be referred this way.

'Joey’ was a nickname that he picked up for himself when he was 19 y.o.

"I’m Detective Adam Sinclair. You’re Joseph Drew.” “Joey,” I said. It was a new nickname I was trying out, ever since I moved to the Village. (TIOL, page 88)

Usually he’s referred as 'Joseph’ by his family members or people who are distant to him/don’t know him well.

But "Joey” is not the only one name he gave to himself.

'Drew’ doesn’t look like a real surname. He likely picked it up after getting close with Henry.

Imo Drew is a fun pun name that’s related to Joey owning the studio (and “Joey drew Studios” (literally) in the case of the cycle)

It has never sounded real.

Employees handbook mentions some “Dempsey” person who invests their own costs into the studio:

(Receipts: Investor Deposit, J. Dempsey)

Their initials are “J.D.” which makes it’s obvious who they are.

Joey’s house also doesn’t look rich which would make sense if he put all his earnings into the studio itself.

Bendy devs like to pick names that fit characters & “Dempsey” means “arrogant person” which does fit Joey perfectly.

1.2 Joey is deeply ashamed of the way his family lived.

Everytime someone mentions anything he associates with his past (shoes, for example) he overthinks and creates imaginary conflicts with these people.

His negative thoughts about them take whole paragraphs of text; he tries to make himself believe that he doesn’t care about looking “less” in someone’s eyes. He looks for reasons why they're worse than him constantly.

"Probably trying to figure out my past, and that was none of his business. Then I told myself it didn’t matter because I didn’t care what he thought. I didn’t care much for him in general. He might have been richer than me at the time, but that’s where his superiority ended." ( TIOL, page 26)

He often downplays people because he's deeply insecure and is scared of being outcasted, especially by rich successful guys.

After doing so,he switches toward praising himself and names reasons for why he's better (classic Joey Drew behaviour)

He was a year younger than me, hadn’t fought, hadn’t signed up like I had, hadn’t lied about his age to fight for his country like I had. What could he say to an answer like that?Nothing. Absolutely nothing (TIOL, page 26)

Не believes that they need to feel sorry for this because they have no idea how much he struggled in the past.

2. He's insecure & scared of things he can't control

I could've continues this in previous paragraph but it's a bit different.

You see, while Joey was insecure of his past (things he associated with it acted as "triggers") he still was full of himself.

It was an act but it looked convincing enough; with time it became harder for him to keep it up.

It easily explains his behaviour in batim tapes.

When Joey tries to reassure everyone that he knows what's going on, he actually doesn't. He's as lost as everyone else, he tries to act only when he's forced to do so.

He lies to people and runs away from responsibility because he's scared of abruptness, something out of his control.

Joey shows fear of everything that's unknown to him but he tries to play it off somehow: he tries to be on top and be unpredictable to others.

He treats himself as a human that lives around unpredictable fictional characters that he can't control or read intentions of.

"My father though was a real person. I knew that deep down. But in this moment I saw him not as a son looking at his father but as a viewer looking at a fictional character." (TIOL, page 50)

It's mentioned in the novels that Joey likes theatre and he expresses his thoughts about it to Buddy in dctl.

Theatre operates in "cycles":

Actors play their parts→ the audience applaud→ actors bow→ performance ends→ performance begins and so on.

It's has a pattern and won't introduce anything that will caught you off guard. It's "safe" and as a part of audience,you don't need to perform, you only watch.

Does it remind you of batim's cycle? Outside of holding grudges toward Henry and wanting to run away from everything Joey has performed with GENT, he also searches for control while not being included directly.

HE decides what will happen to the cycle residents. HE writes the story that other people can barely affect. HE blames other people for studio's downfall and makes them suffer for his wrongdoings.

Joey knows that he has failed but he can't process it. He doesn't know what will happen and he's scared of being put into situations he can't predict.

It's really shows how insecure he became with years.

3. Why Henry is important?

Why exactly Joey couldn't replace one man he didn't knew for a really long time? What made Henry so special to him?

We don't get a big insist on their friendship but it can be said that their short-lived bond was strong or at least Joey believed that it was.

Henry seems to be Joey's role model of sort even if Joey doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Joey notes on how Henry changed the course of his life without knowing about this

Henry is a determinated man who went for a career in art because he knew what he wanted & he stayed on this path no matter how hard it was to get any recognition.

Henry's the man who makes decisions and acts when he needs to.

Meanwhile, Joey feels lost his whole life. He searches for answers,purpose or a place with a "soul".

Henry gave him new meaning for life. Creative path with endless possibilities that Joey could build from scratch.

Joey was heartbroken when Henry left, doesn't matter for hard he tries to act like he wasn't.

"His presence was helpful, I can happily admit, but his absence was even more so. Not having him at the studio ended up being one of the best things that could have happened to it" (TIOL, page 138)

For some time his life was revolving around Henry. He knew what to do and what will happen, Henry always pushed him to the right decisions.

He says so directly in batim chapter 5:

"The truth is, you were always so good at pushing, old friend... pushing me to do the right thing"

With loosing Henry, Joey lost his newly gained purpose in life. It wasn't something that he was able to figure out by himself & it made him blind to the road that lies ahead.

He's angry at Henry for being like "other people" that he hates. For leaving him behind when he's scared of being alone.

We don't know about Henry's perspective much but he strikes me as someone who would be supportive of Joey at first.

He made some of Joey's ideas real and left only after a breaking point.

3.1 "Cartoon family"

Joey is deeply attached to main JDS toons that he "mutually" owns with Henry.

Especially, it's noteciable with toon Bendy who was called his child on a couple of occasions:

"Bendy was Joey’s child, and he felt just as strongly about Bendy as I feel about my flesh-and-blood son" © Nathan Arch (TIOL, page 5)

"He was my very first creation—one could even call him my firstborn." (TIOL, page 12)

Joey not only sees Bendy as his child but he also relates to him.

He draws parallels between them both, calls bendy manifestation of "the illusion of living" and shows some of his mannerisms (as he says)

Joey wants to see himself as Bendy.

A character who's loved by kids and adults alike and who always has friends around.

"I tell people that Bendy is the perfect example of my philosophy." (TIOL, page 12)

"To know that I needed a creation so perfect, so accessible to so many people, that it would help me change the way the world saw itself." (TIOL, page 13)

In Joey's apartment the only one picture in frame that he owns is illustration/animation cell of toons drawn by 'Henry Stein':

They're depicted holding hands with Bendy being in the middle of both; it's portrays closeness between them and Bendy's importance in the picture

But was it's actually signed up by Henry or Joey is the one who did it for himself?

We know from batim (and batdr notes) that Joey's signature is "your best pal" which makes this case...a bit complicated

Joey could've wanted to pretend that Henry is still close to him and decided to sign up drawing with his name

Or possibly it was signed up by Henry somewhere in the past. In this case, Joey could've adopted Henry's signature as his own.

Both speculations have place to be real and we can't prove any of them.

Joey's known for pretending (which would fit with the 1st possibility) but he's also stuck in the past and stole a lot of ideas that belong to other people.

Imo it can be interpreted based on the way you see him.

4. Why was Susie fired?

Joey's obsessed with everything that is related to Bendy which can be seen with him being angry about "crooked bendy dolls" or bendy expression sheet in batim ch 2.

We can speculate that Susie Campbell wasn't fired from the role of Alice's voice actress for any valid reason BUT because Joey felt personally offended.

As Norman says in dctl, Alice Angel was really popular for a bit, which possibly could have been unacceptable for Joey.

Bendy is the main character Joey relates to and he wouldn't have wanted to be overshadowed in any way.

Susie being fired and humiliated (for not knowing that she was in fact fired) is the consequence of Joey's insecurity.

Susie claims that "she was absolutely perfect for the role" at first so at some point Joey completely changed his perspective.

Any character getting attention would be good for the studio. Firing a voice actress that helps to get this attention lacks logical reasoning.

After Joey "calms down" he has a conversation with Susie about 'an opportunity' he has for her. This opportunity is Susie being the first (speculated to) human sacrifice. He believed that she'd have been a perfect Alice.

Joey puts Bendy above Boris and Alice (like he does with himself & other people) so him acting pitiful about any other character getting popular does makes sense.

But he still cares about them...to some degree.

"Boris was special, Alice was complicated." (TIOL, page 154)

Joey having complicated feelings with Alice as character is really interesting and it's perfectly reflects what he was thinking about Susie.

She was a perfect voice actress to others but wasn't to him. He thought that she'll be a perfect Alice (after the ink machine was created) but she failed to be.

"She was beautiful. And loved by all. She was perfect...No matter what Joey says." (batim chapter 3, Susie talking about herself in 3rd person)

In dctl he claims that he relates failed experiments to "people not being real enough" or says that they weren't pure.

At the end, Joey basically has decided to pretend that she never was real

Susie is never mentioned in his memoir and she's almost fully erased from studio's history.

In Batdr's studio tour (music department part) "Susie Campbell" was replaced with "Allison Pendle"; meaning that Allison is officially the only one Alice Angel voice actress according to him.

5. The ink demon

It's one of the most interesting parts here and I'm sure that a lot of people have talked about him better that I'll.

The ink demon is a "product" of mistreatment, Joey's unhealthy projecting and capitalism (duh)

Joey saw Bendy as his son

He wanted to be like Bendy, someone who's loved and can always escape from troubles

One of reasons to bring Bendy to life is his marketability. Joey wanted "alive attractions" he can get money from.

The ink demon wasn't able to fullfil any expectations that Joey had.

He was passive and harmless (at first) but to Joey, he's not a cheerful toon that he has always dreamed about.

One of main issues that Joey has with him is that he's off-model:

"Listen Tommy, i know you boys over at Gent are doing your best but I'm paying for living attractions,not walking abominations. Whatever that grinning thing was i saw walking around your office,you better keep it up locked tight! Might scare off investors!..." (batim chapter 5)

"Grinning thing" and "walking abomination." The ink demon is completely dehumanised because he's not marketable.

As it was mentioned earlier, Joey sees Bendy as a perfect being and relates to him

He doesn't want to relate to the ink demon; for this reason, he separates them both.

Joey has hard time with accepting "failures". They either get forgotten, dumped or he tries to change them somehow.

The ink demon is a mistake that Joey and GENT have tried to "fix" for years. "A monster" that has shattered Joey's dreams.

5.1 The ink demon's sense of self

It's Joey character analysis so this point won't be too big.

The ink demon was treated like a mistake for being different:

Closed off, isolated, put in the cycle,tortured.

He was in the place where no one would care because he's not "a perfect bendy". Most of it comes from Joey or is related to him in some way.

Everyone saw him as a monster and he has accepted this role.

We know how it went in batim/batdr.

Worth to mention that unlike Joey, he has never lied in batdr. It's either harsh truth or projecting.

6. Ink Children

Allison was close to Joey and had a good impact on him,as he claims.

Indirectly, she made him want to have a family with the help of the ink machine.

I doubt that this decision has come from the place of jealousy toward Henry (who has a family) unless future content will somehow prove that I'm wrong. Joey can have one good intention while failing everywhere else.

Joey could've wanted to have a family to prove that there's still something good in him.

He was scared of dying alone and being forgotten.

"I hadn’t known that at the time. It gave me chills. The thought of success only after death, now that terrified me. That was not the plan and would never be the plan" (TIOL, page 122)

We don't know how many children have perished until the final, perfect one. And we can't claim what exactly has happened to them.

We don't get much details about the creation process of artificial "almost humans".

The only one we heard (outside of Audrey) is "AD" (name of the file) from batim chapter 5

"Tell me another one,uncle Joey..." ("AD" in batim post credits)

And sadly,you can't say much based on this.

They could've been physically unstable and die on their own terms

(milk packages from Joey's kitchen table in batim chapter 5. All of them were stained with ink)

If they stained object with ink by interacting with them, it could've become worse with time.

Again,with lack of context,it's almost impossible to debate for or against this idea. Was that's a thing for other ink creatures?

Susie does brings up in batim that she was "a shapeless slug" at first.

Joey didn't changed much and dumped imperfect ones

Honestly this part depends on how much you believe that he could grow as a character.

(memo from batdr, GENT building)

The way Joey talks about "other versions" sounds... indifferent.

Which is weird, because he did spend time with "AD" from batim by entertaining her with stories when she has asked him to

Does he tries to justify them being dumped OR he's distracting from the fact that they didn't had a chance to properly exist?

It feels like it was left for interpretation on purpose.

6.1 Audrey Drew

Second and last artificial child after "AD" that we canonically know about.

For Joey, creating something perfect that will outlive him could've been a key to his definition of immortality. He wanted to leave something after his death that people could know about. A piece of "perfect art"

"...Of course, I intend to live forever, so that will never happen! Ha, a joke indeed, but in a way not a joke, for what is art but a doorway into immortality? The greatest Illusion of Living then, living on after we are no longer alive. What is more of an illusion than that?" (TIOL, page 219)

Joey makes jokes about living eternally even before the ink machine's existence.

After it's creation, it's wasn't something that he has planned but he was ready for this fate (for one reason or another)

At the end of his life, Audrey has became a thing he'll live through eternally. And Memory!Joey is here ig

Memory!Joey basically calls Audrey his magnum opus:

"...My Greatest creation" (batdr, final Memory!Joey custscene)

Which further established that Joey is more proud of Audrey than he ever was on the Bendy franshise (it's hard to be proud of the stolen ideas, peoples deaths or the cycle,eh?)

Audrey seems to share adventurous spirit of young Joey (in his early 20s) & determination

They both got dragged into events they didn't asked for:

Joey (when he was 19 y.o) by detective Sinclair who has blamed him for a murder.

Audrey by Wilson Arch who has wanted to murder her.

6.2 Audrey and the ink demon

Similar trauma, different outcomes and treatment.

How present Joey was in Audrey's life? Why did they got separated at one point even before he has died?

Is there's something Memory!Joey hides from Audrey on purpose?

Batdr archives mention that Audrey has repressed her memories but what and why exactly?

In batdr the ink demon interacts a lot with Audrey which holds huge significance on the story.

In his first interaction with her he says "ink speaks to me and whispers your secrets" so the ink machine (who seems to hold some sense of identity) does know too.

The ink demon heavily relates to Audrey through the game. They were both left alone (in different ways) and they share one creator.

"You are without the purpose. Your very existence.. was a terrible lie...you're a mistake. A monster. Just like me." (batdr, the ink demon, last playable segment)

He heavily projects on her through this last interaction. Audrey does has a purpose,she was created to be a daughter Joey did wanted and loved. As much as Joey Drew could love at least, if you see this part as debatable.

But there's one thing he's right about, her existence is a lie.

Joey put burden of "protecting the cycle" on her while she thought that she's an orphan.

Batdr archives also question how much agency she has, which i find interesting.

7. "The illusion of living" (or TL;DR for this analysis)

The art of lying masterfully and manual on how to justice God complex.

Joey describes his life from early childhood (when he was 5 y.o.) and to the point of him being 42-43 y.o., a bit before the ink machine was created.

This book is about a man who couldn't find his purpose in life even with the help of other people and decided to blame everyone for this.

Lies, accusations, insults, distorted information, searching for "a soul" (literally and figuratively) and never ending hidden sadness after he lost Henry.

He tries to replace this empty gap with letting their creations become his whole life but it doesn't end well... (the ink demon,dead employees and the cycle)

He tries to separate himself from this and focused on creating a family.

Artificial daughters are electric boogalo №2 (unexpected direct sequel) which has ended working somehow.

But still,i wouldn't trust this man even a pet rock and the ink demon & Audrey are a proof on 'why.'

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Trivial facts (bendy employees handbook/the illusion of living):

>He loves mac n cheese

>Joey meet Sammy at a theatre when they were teens

>Joey loves throwing peanuts at theatre actors

>In Joey Drew studios you can celebrate only main toons birthday or Joey's birthday. Other birthdays are prohibited.

>Joey stole award that Sammy has earned

> Joey officially is an employee of the month eternally...

> Joey stoles ideas for cartoons from employees and they don't get even a couple of cents for this (woah! How surprising /j)

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Special thanks to everyone who interacted with my Audrey analysis earlier!

[danthediamondminecart]

RBBTOBER DAY 11-12: INFECTION

CW!! BODY HORROR + MILD FLASH

“I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had…”

Oh TMA!Poke, the man that you are. Drabble and individual images under the cut - be warned, this one’s a longer one.

(A camera flicks on, without its owner, Dylan ‘Hyper’ Plays, noticing a thing. He believes it’s run out of battery.) (He’s pacing around a room whose walls are falling apart due to the mushrooms and mould growing within, out the cracks and all over. He’s avoiding it at any means necessary.) (Heavy breathing, as Hyper holds a phone tightly to his ear, having just been talking to a friend, Kreek Craft, on it.) 

[???]

(Distant.) Oh, Hyper~! [HYPER]

(Whispered.) Oh god- Kreek, he’s nearby, what do I-

[KREEK]

(From over the phone) Hang on, we’re on our way! Remember, that thing- it’s not Poke anymore. It’s a monster wearing his skin, okay? Whatever it says to you, however it tries to get sympathy from you, it’s lying, don’t listen to anything-

(Hyper’s connection fizzles out as something enters the room he’s in.)

(The camera pans and shows what that ‘something is’ - one Zachary ‘Poke’ Diger, Hyper’s best friend and business partner. Or at least, what’s left of him. There’s mushrooms and mould coming out of his arms, legs, chest and skull, seemingly spreading and growing as he stands there, something green dripping out of every orifice, his skin having taken on a sickly undertone.)

[POKE]

(Upbeat as ever.) There you are! Geez, Hyper. Really made me look for you. 

[HYPER]

(Absolutely petrified.) You’re- you’re not Poke, are you?

[POKE]

Now what gave you that impression? It’s still me! Just made some…(Poke points to one of the mushrooms growing out of his arms.)...new friends, you know? 

[HYPER]

…Don’t lie. 

[POKE]

I’m not lying! I still remember when we met when we were little kids, those little playdates we had together, your parents deciding my parents weren’t safe, us starting our channel together, us promising to stick together for the rest of time…if it wasn’t still me, would I remember that? 

[HYPER]

(Semi convinced) …What do you want? 

[POKE]

I want you to join me! 

(Hyper sharply inhales.) 

I mean, we’ve stuck to that promise since then, haven’t we? And I get it, it’s a bit terrifying. Letting these little guys grow under your skin and take over. But…I wouldn’t have let them do it had they not helped me. They promised friendship, and…uh, well, you know me. 

It’s like…becoming what loves you, in a sense. It soothes you, and makes you feel more loved than you ever have before. 

(As Poke talks, Hyper starts to sneak around him, trying to get in front of the doorway so he can make an escape.) 

But you’re my best friend, Hyper. You’re the one person that I could rely on, the one person I still had in my corner, the one person I could trust. I don’t want to lose you. So you should join us! And we can stay friends for the rest of forever, just like you promised! 

You heard them singing too, didn’t you? Their singing of love and family and all of that? Don’t you want that? 

[HYPER]

Poke, I- 

(Hyper’s managed to position himself by the door, starting to back through.) 

I don’t know if I…

[POKE]

(Realising what Hyper’s trying to do.) 

Wait, where are you- don’t! 

(Poke reaches forward and grabs Hyper’s shoulders, but doesn’t do anything else yet.) 

I won’t make you- no, wait, I might- (He’s seemingly struggling against his own thought process.) I don’t want to force you to join us if you don’t want to, Hyper. But…I don’t want to lose you, you know? So, if you’re gonna try and leave, then…

[HYPER]

(Frozen still.) Y-you’re gonna fill me with fungi anyway, no matter what I pick.

[POKE]

… (Poke laughs a bit) Maybe? 

Please. Please don’t go. It’ll be safer if you just stay anyway, they might not like it if you try to leave. 

(Weakly) Best friends ‘till the end, remember? 

(Hyper’s silent. He wants to believe Kreek so badly, that this isn’t his best friend gone mad and he should just run for it, but he can’t ignore the fact that’s clearly Poke speaking. That it’s still his best friend, who chose to let the fungus take him.)

(Well, it’s not like fighting back did him much good. But he’s still got people in his corner - people he knows full well Poke didn’t have. So, despite hearing those mushrooms beg him to join them and his own guilt, Hyper makes his decision.) 

[HYPER] 

I’m…I’m gonna have to decline, man. We can still be friends! It’s just- I don’t think I can…

(Hyper trails off at seeing Poke’s trademark cheery smile drop. Before he can react, though, someone else manages to get in and throws a rock at Poke, knocking him to the ground.) (The camera turns as Hyper whips around to see Kreek and Bella, Kreek holding another rock in case it’s needed.) 

[KREEK]

Hyper, get behind me, now! 

(Hyper obliges, running behind Kreek and grabbing onto Bella for dear life.)

[BELLA]

(Comforting) Don’t worry, buddy, we’ve got you. (Poke slowly drags himself to his feet as Kreek uses his arm to push Hyper and Bella back, putting himself between them and him. Poke doesn’t pay attention to Kreek, instead holding direct eye contact with Hyper.)

(Before they can react, Poke pushes past and lunges for Hyper.) (Hyper screams, and the camera switches off with a click.)

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Don't worry, Hyper will be fine.

[connieisthesun]

Chemistry and Cadavers Chapter 4 - Conrad Fisher x Reader

Chapter Summary - With midterms approaching, you and Conrad take out the stress with an impromptu dance party where your bodies linger dangerously close...

Warnings - pure fluff, deep conversations, relationship development yesss

*Authors note* - Ugh guys I'm enjoying writing this fic soo much, pop me any ideas you have for future chapters, enjoy lovelies!!

Chapter 4: Let's Dance!

The days had flown by, and with midterms approaching, the college campus was buzzing with activity. Y/N and Conrad had been spending more time together in their shared dorm room, their chemistry growing more palpable with each passing day. Their playful banter had evolved into a deeper, more meaningful connection, and the atmosphere between them was charged with an undeniable tension.

One evening, Conrad was hunched over his desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, looking increasingly stressed. Y/N, who had been working on her own assignments, noticed his frustration.

“Hey, Conrad,” she said, peeking over his shoulder. “You look like you could use a break. How’s the studying going?”

Conrad sighed, rubbing his temples. “Not great. This material is really kicking my ass. I could use some help if you’re willing.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Of course, I’m happy to help. Just don’t expect me to do all the work for you.”

Conrad grinned, relieved. “Fair enough. I’ll try to keep up.”

They spent the next few hours poring over textbooks and notes, with Y/N explaining complex concepts and Conrad nodding along, clearly grateful for her assistance. The study session was filled with moments of shared laughter and mutual encouragement, their connection growing stronger as they worked side by side.

By the time they finished, the clock read just past midnight. Y/N stretched and yawned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Well, that was productive. I think we’ve earned ourselves a break.”

Conrad looked at her, his expression thoughtful. “How about we grab some coffee? There’s a 24-hour café a few blocks away. I could use a pick-me-up.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Sounds perfect. Let’s go.”

They both quickly changed into more casual clothes, and within minutes, they were heading out into the cool night air. The campus was quiet, the only sounds being their footsteps and the occasional distant hum of traffic.

As they walked to the café, the conversation flowed easily, with Y/N and Conrad discussing their favorite study techniques, personal anecdotes, and the quirks of their professors. The night was crisp and clear, adding a refreshing quality to their outing.

When they arrived at the café, the warm glow of the lights and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted them. They ordered their drinks and found a cozy corner to sit, enjoying the laid-back atmosphere.

“So,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her latte, “what’s been the most challenging part of studying for you?”

Conrad leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Honestly, it’s just been a lot to absorb. But having you help me out has made a huge difference. I really appreciate it.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. “I’m glad I could help. It’s nice to have someone to study with, especially when the material gets tough.”

Conrad’s gaze lingered on her, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know, you’re not just a great study partner. You’re also a lot of fun to hang out with.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she played it cool. “Thanks, Conrad. I feel the same way.”

They chatted and laughed over their coffee, the easy rapport between them making the time fly by. As they finished their drinks, Conrad glanced at his watch and suggested, “How about we head back to the dorm and have a little impromptu dance party? It’ll be a fun way to unwind.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. “A dance party, huh? You really know how to keep things interesting.”

Conrad shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Why not? It’s not like we have anything else planned for the night.”

They made their way back to the dorm, their excitement palpable. Once they were inside their room, Conrad set up a playlist of upbeat songs, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as he took on the role of DJ, enthusiastically choosing tracks.

“Alright,” Conrad said, turning up the volume and striking a dramatic pose. “Let’s dance!”

Y/N laughed and joined in, their movements initially playful and carefree. As the night wore on, their dancing became more energetic and spontaneous, with both of them letting loose and enjoying the moment.

The room was filled with music and laughter, and as they danced together, the space between them seemed to shrink. They found themselves moving in sync, their bodies dangerously close, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the desk lamp.

At one point, Y/N twirled, and Conrad caught her in a close embrace, their eyes locking for a moment. The intensity of the connection between them was undeniable, and the flirtatious energy that had been building all evening seemed to reach its peak.

Y/N’s breath quickened, and she could feel Conrad’s heartbeat against her own. The space between them was minimal, and their faces were inches apart. For a fleeting moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.

Conrad’s eyes searched hers, a mixture of desire and hesitation evident in his expression. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, Y/N gently pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. “We should probably… take a breather.”

Conrad nodded, trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, good idea.”

They both laughed nervously, the tension in the room still palpable but tempered by their mutual understanding. Y/N moved to the window, opening it slightly to let in the cool night air. Conrad sat back down, his mind racing as he tried to process the intensity of their close encounter.

“Well,” Y/N said, turning back to face him, “that was… something.”

Conrad nodded, his gaze still lingering on her. “Definitely. I guess we really know how to keep things interesting.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and affection. “I guess so. And who knows what other adventures await us?”

They spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, the earlier moment of closeness lingering in the back of their minds. As they finally settled into their respective beds, the connection between them felt stronger than ever.

Conrad lay in bed, his thoughts occupied by the evening’s events. Despite the playful banter and flirtatious teasing, he couldn’t deny the depth of his feelings for Y/N. Her presence had become a constant source of joy and excitement, and he found himself increasingly drawn to her.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but think about the night’s events and the undeniable chemistry between her and Conrad. The playful flirting and close encounters had left her with a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold.

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[tedskhakis]

just an excuse to write about kissing ted <3 warnings/content: kissing, making out, getting together, cute stuff n fluff :)) ted lasso x gender neutral reader [i did write it with a male reader in mind but it can be read as gn too!!] word count: 2.6k also on ao3

messy hair

It was lunchtime at Richmond and you found yourself in front of your boss’ office, staring at the wooden door with a growing pit in your stomach. It’d been an odd day, one that you couldn’t wait to get over with, and being requested in your boss’ office for no apparent reason was not making it any better. You finally gathered up the courage to knock on the door and a voice drifted through the door, inviting you in.

“Oh, there you are,” Rebecca smiled from the couch as you opened the door and popped your head around the corner. Keeley sat beside her and she sent you a sweet smile before drinking from a small cup that clattered against the plate it was paired with. “Do come in, close the door behind you. Come, sit. There we go.”

You perched yourself on the edge of the couch, leaving some space between the three of you. “Am I in trouble or something?”

Rebecca gave you a confused smile as she leaned forward to place an empty plate on the table before raising her hands in defence and letting them drop back into her lap. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t really get invited up here a lot. Not like Ted does. Can’t help but be a little worried.”

“Ted usually invites himself, really. Barges on up here like he owns the place.” 

Keeley took a bite from a biscuit as she nodded, “God, these are so good. And yeah, he does do that.”

“He really does,” Rebecca sighed before giving you another smile. “No. You’re not in trouble, don’t worry. Just wanted to see how you are, really.”

“You… want to see how I am?”

“Yes. How are you doing today?”

You knitted your eyebrows together as you looked between them. Rebecca smiled patiently at you as Keeley stuffed another biscuit into her mouth. “I’m good. How are you doing?”

“You’re doing good? Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

Keeley shook her head, “You don’t seem so sure.”

“Am I missing something here?” You asked. “I’m confused.”

“You’ve just been out of it, is all,” Rebecca clarified. “We’ve been watching you on the pitch from here the past hour and you just seem different today. More reserved. Did something happen?” 

“No,” you lied. “Nothing happened, I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to bottle things up, Coach Y/L/N. I’ve noticed you have a tendency to do that.”

They were right, you knew it. But even if you wanted to tell them what happened, you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair, for you or for Ted. You couldn’t just tell your boss that your co-worker (correction: best friend, the one that made you laugh no matter what, the man you were madly in love with and wished to be with every second of every day) tried to kiss you the night before and you totally freaked out and ruined the whole thing, leaving both of you distant and confused. No, you couldn’t tell her that.

“I’m fine, promise.”

Rebecca opened her mouth to reply but the door swung open and in walked Ted, a grin on his face and a little pink box in his hand. Keeley jumped up in joy at the sight of him, grabbing the box from his hand before he even had time to speak. “Told you,” Rebecca whispered to you with a smile. “He invites himself.” You tried to smile back but it turned into a grimace and she glanced between the two of you with a tilt of her head. “Ted,” she said, louder this time. “What brings you here at this hour?”

“Just wanted to see the boss and her little friend here. Didn’t know Coach was gon’ be here too, though. What a pleasant surprise,” he said with a grin, but the usual shine in his eyes had been erased and his happiness felt forced. It’d been like that the whole day, the two of you remaining civil yet not talking about what happened. “Anyways, I was lookin’ through my backpack and found an extra box of biscuits all tucked neatly away as if I’d forgotten to give them to you this mornin’. Scared me for a moment or two but then I realised I’d stress-baked last night and made… well, I won’t give you that number. Best to keep that mess a secret. But these ones were packed and ready to be eaten, so here you are.” He glanced at Keeley who had already eaten one and was reaching for another without any shame. “Glad someone’s enjoying them.”

Keeley offered you the box, “Do you want one, Y/N?”

“Nah,” you replied with a shake of your head. “Not hungry.”

“Have you ever tried one of Coach Lasso’s wonderful biscuits?” Rebecca asked and you shook your head. “Oh, please do try one. They’re incredible, you’re really missing out.” 

Keeley offered you the box again and this time you gently took one out, aware that Ted was watching you like a hawk. You avoided his eye and took a bite, fighting back the urge to make an embarrassing noise at the taste. They were good. Like, really good. The best you’d ever eaten, you realised as you took another bite.

“So,” Ted said, “you like it? Ain’t too much on your lil taste buds there?”

“It’s perfect,” you replied, giving him a weak smile. “Tastes really good.”

Ted’s face dropped slightly and he looked around the room before gesturing toward the door, an awkward smile sliding onto his face. “Hey, uh, Coach. Can I talk to you for a quick mo’?” 

You nodded, rubbing your hands together nervously as you stood. “Yeah, ‘course.” He began to walk to the door and you smiled politely at the girls as you followed. “I’ll see you later, yeah? Thanks for checking in on me and all.”

“You better come straight back, you hear me?” Keeley smiled. “We have so much to talk about.”

“Do we?” 

Rebecca smiled, glancing between you and Ted with a curious look in her eye. “We do.”

You nodded and gave them a wave as you left, closing the door behind you and giving Ted a tight smile. He looked anxious, bless him, and you wanted to comfort him but you felt just as anxious and confused. “So…” You started, trailing off and letting the word hang in the air.

“This isn’t private enough,” Ted said before walking down the stairs, down the long stretch of hallway, around a corner, around another, and into the public men’s bathroom. You followed him every step of the way, a pit settling deep in your stomach. “Here we go.”

“You wanna talk to me… in the men’s bathroom?”

Ted scrunched his face up, leaning against one of the sinks closest to the door. “I admit it’s not the most sanitary place I coulda found but I figured it was the best bet.”

“Best bet for what?”

“To talk about what happened last night.”

You sighed, dropping your gaze to the dirty tile beside his left foot. “Ted–”

“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was stupid, reckless, and I don’t know what came over me.” He took a deep breath, his hand running over the white porcelain on the sink nervously. “It was a silly mistake on my part and I’m really sorry. I hope I didn’t mess up the friendship we’ve managed to build up too much.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you managed to catch his eye. “A mistake?” 

“...Yeah. A mistake.”

“Oh.”

Ted’s face changed and he looked guilty. His body jerked forward as if he were taking a step toward you but he fought against it. “Did you…” he started, voice quiet and drifting off on its own accord. He cleared his throat. “Did you not think it was a mistake?”

“No,” you whispered before you could stop yourself. “It was just weird timing.”

“Weird timing?” He asked, tilting his head. Realisation dawned on him and he gaped at you. “Does that mean you, you wanted me to… to kiss you?”

You nodded, eyes stuck once again on the tile beside his foot. He took a step toward you, and then another one, and your eyes flickered over the tiles until you were looking back into his eyes. He was inches away, head tilted down to look at you in a way that made you feel smaller than you were. It wasn’t particularly a bad feeling but it did make your skin prickle and your face flush. 

“Can I kiss you again? Or is this weird timing, too?” 

His voice was low, hushed. 

You gave him a small anxious smile, falling even harder for him as he stared down at you with wide nervous eyes. “It’s more of a weird environment than anything.”

“Is that a… I can’t figure out your answer from that.”

“It’s a yes, Ted.”

His lips were on yours immediately, a gentle hand reaching up to cup your cheek as his other slid over your lower back. You gasped into his mouth but wasted no time in grabbing him by his hips and tugging him closer, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your tongue slid easily against his and Ted tightened his grip, shifting around so that both of his hands were holding your face as if you might break and he was pressing you against the wall.

“Holy smokes,” Ted whispered against your lips when he pulled back. “That was…”

“Much better than yesterday,” you finished for him with a laugh.

“Yeah, much better than yesterday,” he sighed, pressing another kiss against your lips, this one more gentle. He then pressed another kiss against your lips. And another. And then another. It got more desperate as he went and soon enough you couldn’t pull away from each other again. 

“Ted,” you mumbled against his lips, “we’re in a public bathroom.”

He hummed against your lips. “That we are.”

“Anyone could walk in.”

“That they could.” Before you could say anything else, Ted pulled away from you and took your hand in his, leading you into the closest cubicle and locking the door behind you. He smiled at you as his hands dropped to your waist, pulling you close and dropping a kiss on your cheek. “Now no one will see us.” He pressed another kiss to your cheek, this time lower, and then one to your jaw. Then one below your jaw, before nipping at your neck with a cheeky smirk. “Better?”

You let out a laugh of disbelief as your hand slid up over his back and tangled into his hair. “Ted, we’re at work.”

“So? What we do on our breaks isn’t anyone's business, ya see?” As if to prove his point, he lightly bit down on the sensitive part of your neck. “No one will know.”

His lips dropped lower down, a hand coming up to shift away the collar of your shirt so that he could explore uncharted territory. You let out a half-grunt half-moan as he bit down over your collarbone, harder than the last. Ted’s smirk grew into a grin and you couldn’t help but laugh, giving him a gentle tap across his shoulder as you pushed him away.

“Don’t get all cocky about this now,” you scolded, even when you tugged him back toward you by the dishevelled collar of his shirt to kiss him with the power of a thousand suns. 

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled between kisses. “Can’t believe this is really happening.”

“Is this how you wanted yesterday to go?” You asked, becoming serious for a moment as you locked eyes with him. He nodded and you pouted slightly. “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.”

“It’s okay, truly. I’m just glad we got this now.”

“Me too.”

He released your face momentarily to check his watch and he groaned. “Six minutes until breaks over.”

“Takes me about a minute to get to the office from here, so we actually got five minutes left.”

“Four minutes if you take off the time needed to clean ourselves up.”

“Right,” you nodded, pressing your lips against his again before pulling back abruptly. “Shit, I still gotta go back to talk to the Boss. That needs about a minute or two.”

“So two minutes left,” Ted replied.

“About a minute and a half now,” you corrected.

He nodded against you seriously, as if this was life or death, before capturing your lips again and kissing you as if it were the last time he ever could. The next minute and a half was the best minute and a half you’d ever had. Ted’s hands were all over you: teasing at your waist, sliding over your back, burying themselves into your already-mused hair, lightly holding you by the neck. You couldn’t keep your hands off him either, alternating between resting your palms against his sturdy chest and tangling them into his soft brown locks.

Pulling back with a gasp, you grabbed Ted’s arm and checked his watch, cursing at the time. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Huh?” Ted asked, breathless. He moved his arm so he could see the watch himself and his eyes turned comically wide. “Shoot. You don’t wanna ditch Rebecca, she won’t like that. You gotta go now. I’ll stay here for another mo, make it look less suspicious.”

You reached around him to unlock the door as you pressed another kiss to his lips, this one softer and more intimate. It felt less like you were trying to keep the new-found romance a secret and more like you were allowing yourself this moment of peace before you were thrown back into work. He smiled against you, his moustache tickling your nose, and you smiled back before pulling away and closing the cubicle door behind you.

You only had a moment to glance at yourself in the mirror and you wished you hadn’t. The image was burned into your brain as you rushed up to Rebecca’s office–your hair was all over the place, messier than usual and definitely noticeable, and your lips were bright red, bruised, and looked in dire need of some chapstick. You smiled at people as they walked by, confused double-takes following you as you walked, before stopping in front of Rebecca’s office. You couldn’t stay long, not if you wanted to get back onto the pitch as soon as possible, but you knew she’d appreciate the effort of you stopping by,

Clearing your throat and straightening your back, you opened the door with a calm smile. Rebecca and Keeley were still sitting on the couch, both holding empty plates in their hands, and at the sight of you their jaws dropped. You couldn’t help but laugh at their expressions, knowing full well what it must look like, and you closed the door behind you.

“You– Wh– Ted–” Keeley started, eyes wide. “Wait… Ted?!”

You shrugged, a cocky grin sliding onto your face. “Ted.”

Rebecca choked on nothing. “That wasn’t on my bingo card for this year.”

Keeley turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “You have a bingo card for the year?”

“Yes. Don’t you?”

“No, but I do now. And this would have definitely been on it if it was made exactly 30 seconds before now.”

You laughed along before looking down at the pitch, seeing the boys were already filing onto the pitch. Ted trailed behind them and you could see his hair stuck up at every angle–clearly, he hadn’t made an attempt to tidy himself up and instead embraced it. You smiled at the girls again, the two of them giving you cheeky knowing smiles, before asking: “I’m assuming one of you has a hairbrush I can borrow?”