#when he looks serious i like him so much more....i relate and he just looks more like himself yk?
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Oh my God, you mentioned wanting to write a thing about when Starrk finally let's his reiatsu out, and honestly, I've been thinking about that so much!!! Like here is Starrk, who has been keeping his reiatsu down to around average, who sleeps all the time, so doesn't stand out, who stands beside Ichigo, Ichigo who crazy stands out, also Starrk who joins the 4th, the 4th who everyone else considers to be weaklings!! You imagine the look on everyone's face the first time he let's lose!?! Maybe some bullying goes too far, and Starrk, who nobody thinks much of, just smacks them down hard!!! And everyone is like WTF lol đ
sorry, I just love the idea of when people realize that Starrk is actually strong like Ichigo!! So đ funny!! Anyway, thanks for sharing your thoughts about this. I love reading them.
Lol yes it's one of those scenes that you see happen in so many different ways and all of them would be fun. I'm undecided on how I want to do it Officially so I'm putting it off (or maybe I'll just write several of them lmao).
I imagine it would have to be very serious bullying for Starrk to take that much action, cuz like he really isn't the sort to step in for every little thing. If it happens to someone he considers one of his, he might note it down and then quietly go and prevent it from happening again from behind the scenes, but in real time, he'd rather diffuse the situation or leave it to the "victim" to handle it and only step in if it looks like they really can't, and even stepping in would just be a sharp word or two to run the bully off. He's not a straightforward bleeding heart the way Ichigo is, cuz the hit-the-problem-so-it's-no-longer-a-problem method is def Ichigo's go-to strategy, he would absolutely smack the shit out of someone bullying Asuka or Rangiku in front of him and be done with it right then and there, prob flaring his reiatsu without even meaning to cuz his control's a lot better these days but it's also kind of 0 to 50, well-hidden or flashing neon sign, no in-between unless he really concentrates đ It's another reason Starrk would have little reason of his own to act, cuz like Ichigo would absolutely beat him to it.
For me, I could prob imagine him unleashing his reiatsu/revealing his strength if someone's about to die and the threat is big enough that he actually has to flex. He's just not someone who'd easily show what he can do, and hiding it from the likes of Aizen and the Quincy wouldn't even be his top reason. It's more like lingering PTSD--his strength doesn't bother him anymore now that he's had years of proven control under his belt, and he's even needed every last bit of his power over the past decade of war, but subconsciously, he's still not 100% comfortable with just letting anyone feel it, even tho he has enough control now that it wouldn't hurt them unless he wants it to because what if? So like, his first instinct will always be to keep it locked down, and for minor stuff (altho minor is relative for him I guess lolol), pulling out that much power is def a last resort.
Again, it contrasts what Ichigo would do. Ichigo's just used to overkill. Like even before he got his powers, he learned that an overwhelming show of strength would solve most of his gangster-related problems very easily, plus he lived in a household where Isshin only backed off from kicking him into a wall or something by kicking first or kicking back. And then after he got his powers, it's not even really his fault that he internalized a "might is right" kind of mindset /points at the entire fucking SS invasion arc and honestly every arc after that/. And also he spent his first years of Shinigami-ing running around with an unsealed Zanpakutou and zero reiatsu control, being in a constant state of Shikai is natural for him, and (moving into this AU's headcanon territory) it took him several months into the Quincy War before he finally learned to seal it away and actually have other ways of fighting that isn't just flinging Getsuga Tenshous around. He uses Bankai the way other people use hand-to-hand combat or Kidou spells, so even now, his first instinct is to just hit the problem hard enough so that it won't get back up to do more harm, and for him, that applies to everything from schoolyard bullying to fighting monster-gods. And on top of all that, his actions are largely driven by emotion. More than anything else, his first reflex is to protect, and that often leads to him throwing way more power at a threat than he actually needs to. He knows how to be more subtle these days, but it's not his preferred method and def not a reflex either the way it is with Starrk.
Of course, Starrk also understands "might is right" just by dint of being a Hollow, but he's basically spent a thousand years as someone too strong for anyone to fuck with just by existing, so he doesn't have the same kind of exposure to physical conflict that Ichigo grew up with that would make violence his first instinct.
Aanndd omg this ran away from me lmao sorry, you get a speedrun analysis on Starrk and Ichigo instead đ
TLDR I'm still not sure of any exact scenarios that would force Starrk to show his hand, I don't want to wait until a Sternritter shows up or a final showdown vs. Aizen happens because that would take forever before we get there (I mean I could just jump right in there since this isn't a whole fic, but in-universe-timeline-wise, I'd prefer it happening earlier), but it's difficult for me to imagine that something in everyday life or even just a Hollow extermination mission would be enough to make him reveal even a bit of what he can really do.
Case in point, if you remember that mission in SP canon where Shunsui brings Ichigo and Rangiku along on a mission into the Rukongai to gain experience, and Ichigo sees a Hollow about to attack Shinji who hadn't spotted it yet, but he also didn't want to leave Rangiku unprotected, he went straight for unsealing his Zanpakutou and basically hand-delivering a shopping list of unusual or downright unique abilities to Aizen via Gin. In this AU, if Starrk goes along, he would never do such a thing, and in fact, he'd stop Ichigo and just fire a damn Byakurai or something across the clearing and kill it that way. Even if Ichigo doesn't have the finesse to pull off a low-numbered Kidou spell on the fly, he could've chosen a higher-numbered one and that would've still revealed far less to Aizen than unsealing his Zanpakutou would. But again, subtlety isn't his strong suit. He now at least has the presence of mind to think about the consequence of leaping into the fray without thought, it would leave Rangiku wide open, but his first instinct is still to use overwhelming strength to protect the people he cares about.
In contrast, Starrk may be a soft touch compared to basically every other Hollow and quite a few Shinigami, but he has the maturity and just the general personality to go for the strategic option. He has a far more tactical mind, implied even in canon to rival Shunsui in that department, so rushing in just isn't in his nature.
The only other way imo is if someone just... asks. Reikaku (reiatsu-sensing) is a thing Shinigami learn. In canon people can sense exactly who's coming just by their reiatsu (if they know them), not just if they're a Shinigami or a Hollow or even a Human, but it doesn't really expand on how. So I imagine you have to have a good feel for the person's reiatsu, it's the same as my age headcanon for reiatsu, not only can someone halfway decent at sensing reiatsu be able to get an idea of the other person's age, they would also be able to recognize and associate that reiatsu signature with that person since everybody's is different, but obviously they would have to be exposed to it a few times to learn it. Starrk's reiatsu is very unique so once or twice would be enough, and I can see a situation where the kids might ask to feel it for that reason, or a mission might require the team leader to ask, etc. etc. So yeah, that's all I got.
#man this got long i'm sorry#and vaguely off-topic???#bleach#coyote starrk#kurosaki ichigo#ichigo & starrk time travel verse
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Sorry if this feels vent-y but I am kinda done with the ppl that keep blaming Buck for the break up and absolving Tommy completely. I get so many saw him breaking up with Buck to be OOC but to go as far as to claim that it's Buck's fault for moving too fast when it's clearly about Tommy's insecurity is a bit fucked up. I have yet to see a person talking about how it was Tommy who fucked things up, if it was someone else acting out based on insecurity they would have been eviscerated and rightfully blamed but not Tommy ig he's a perfect angel who even if he hurt others it's not his fault for being fragile and insecure.
Well, personally I blame the writers for the break-up, but maybe that's just me.
Jokes aside, the simple answer is that everyone probably has their own personal opinion on this. Depending on your personal point of view, your own experiences with past relationships and so on, you will sympathise with one character more than the other or maybe with both of them equally. It's not a "Team Buck or Team Tommy" situation, we have two men here who both care about each other very much, but who also both bring issues to the table which the other one doesn't know about. It's not a cut and dried case, there's plenty of blame to go around. I have a lot more thoughts about this and I will take this as an excuse to rant, so settle in and buckle up.
The thing about Buck is that we see his thought process. We know which steps he went through, we know his train of thought, we know he's serious about Tommy. So it's easy for us to empathise and understand his journey up to the actual break-up. It's also easy for us to pick up familiar patterns though. Like Buck jumping all in all at once and putting his foot in his mouth a little in the process.
Because Buck definitely shouldn't have dropped "I want you to move in with me" on Tommy like that. As far as we know they've never talked about this topic before, they haven't exchanged "I love you"s yet, Buck doesn't even know if he loves Tommy. In my opinion he should've approached the subject very differently. He could've said: "I've been thinking about the future and I think we should talk about maybe living together in the not so far future." Have an open conversation about it instead of presenting Tommy with a fait accompli. At the very least he should've phrased it as a question, not as an "I want you to do x" statement. Not at this point in the relationship.
But all in all Buck's words and actions are somewhat relatable or at least comprehensible and show that he wants a future with Tommy.
On the other side of the break-up we have Tommy. The only piece of information about his dating history we have is Abby - a relationship that was never quite real, that he probably still feels ashamed about a little and that happened, what, 9 years earlier? At least 9 years. (The timeline is not lining the time as it should, somebody please check if Tim Minear knows how a calendar works.)
My point is: We don't know what Tommy is looking for in a relationship. We don't know if he's been hurt by a serious romantic relationship before. We don't know what he wants for his future in the long run. All the things that made us root for Buck and for this relationship to succeed - we know none of that about Tommy. But we do know that he thinks Buck has the power to break his heart. We know he already likes (loves?) Buck so much that he's terrified what this will do to him if he lets it continue. He'd rather turn tail and run than risk getting hurt by Buck. At least this way he's in control of the situation.
[This is very much the reason they broke up. Buck's mistake was a stupid mistake, but fixable. Tommy ended the relationship and ran. You can't fix something that's already over with someone who's no longer there. But I digress.]
A lot of what we get from their canon dialogue and overall relationship still doesn't add up. If Tommy thought he was just Buck's starter boyfriend, then why did he give Buck a second chance in the first place? If he thought this was never going to get serious, why did he agree to go to his sister's wedding with Buck after only one failed date? If he was afraid of liking Buck too much and getting his heart broken, why did he stick around for 6 months? 6 months is a very long time for a relationship you think will never go anywhere anyway.
It doesn't make sense and even throughout the scene where Tommy very abruptly dumps Buck they framed Tommy as a considerate guy with a big heart who truly cares about Buck. So we assume that there must be a reason. That something must've happened to Tommy at some point which makes him believe that this sort of relationship is not something he can have and that he can't trust this happiness.
If Tommy had a healthy sense of self-worth to go with his genuine feelings for Buck, he probably would've said something like: "Slow down, let's talk this through before we make any decisions." He wouldn't have run. And that absolutely was Tommy's mistake. Yes, Buck was a little over-eager upon discovering that he really can see a future with Tommy, but it was Tommy's responsibility to communicate his thoughts, feelings, needs and doubts. Instead he came up with some half-baked excuse and bailed.
TL;DR: They both made a mistake here. While Buck's mistake was relatively harmless in nature and not the one that put the final nail in the coffin, his mistake was definitely the more stupid one though. Buck fell back into an old pattern and thoughtlessly made a huge jump while just assuming Tommy would jump with him. His mistake was fixable and they could've probably talked this out, but Buck was a little reckless here and didn't really consider Tommy's side. He was too caught up in his own enthusiasm which, again, understandable. But still a little inconsiderate tbh.
Tommy's mistake came from a place of deep seated hurt. Yes, his mistake had the bigger impact, but it's the kind of mistake you empathise with instead of roll your eyes at. He was a coward, but he was a hurt coward.
We've all been there at some point, probably. Maybe not in the context of a relationship, but I've been a hurt coward almost every day of my life, self-sabotage is my second middle name. I feel for Tommy here. And I also feel for Buck of course, he barely even registered what was happening and then Tommy was already out the door. But when we break it down to the mistakes they made Buck's mistake gave me "not again you idiot" vibes and Tommy's mistake gave me "I'm so sorry, who hurt you?" vibes.
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I get a little crayz seeing this specific shot of Ivan...Ivan putting on a mask makes me crazy. It's the way his expression doesn't reach his eyes, the lack of sincerity in his smile.
But in the second image, he looks so annoyed he can barely care to school his expression and you can SEE the grimace in his eyes (EYE LINES!!!). There's such a stark difference in the persona he puts out there for people perceive him as vs how he naturally is gthybwsdgyc__(I need to see more of Ivan's natural expressions)
#i lol'd and then a serious'd#he'rds so me <- person who is still practicing in the river#alien stage#alnst#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#the images seemingly dont relaye to eachother but...hear me out here i still love the paralelll..#i need to see more of ivans resting face cauee woww#i wonder if the other characters. besides sua have ever witnessed these kinds of ivan faces have they ever thought twice?#âmore observent people could tell there was something wrong with himâ show me that kind of situation i beg...i want to see how ivan would-#react to getting called out like that. he's like a on and off switch because he thinks people prefer him that way#has there ever been a person who genuinely verbalized that he should just...be natural?#I WISH#when he looks serious i like him so much more....i relate and he just looks more like himself yk?
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Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade finding out that his gn s/o has never dated anyone else before him please?
X-Men requests YAYYYYY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!!! đ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đ
Wade, Logan, Remy, and Kurt with a s/o who hasnât dated anyone other than them!! <3
Warnings!: cursing ig, reader is referred to as pretty (I consider that gender neutral, but wanted to put it here just in case), and thatâs it!
A/n: Want them all ngl đ If it wasnât already clear, Iâm delighted to have my first X-Men request. And I also really like this prompt (definitely not because I can relate to it. Haha, shut up). Also, requests: OPEN đ
Wade:
He straight up thinks youâre lying when you first tell him. He even laughs because heâs convinced youâre just messing with him.
But, then he realizes youâre not laughing and heâs like âOh, shit. Really?â
Heâll apologize for laughing and probably say some shit like âSorry, I just didnât realize a smoke show like you was capable of being singleâ
And he means it. He was fully under the impression that youâd been on more than a few dates because youâre HOT
Definitely teases you about it. âIs that why your hands were so sweaty on our first date?â
Donât be afraid to (playfully) smack him.
Despite all of the teasing, he makes sure to let you know that it doesnât bother him. In fact, he thinks itâs cute
Heâll say that youâre ânew to datingâ even if the two of you have been dating for years
Starts calling you a rookie. And he ends up saying it so much that it just becomes one of the many pet names he has for you
And, yeah. When youâre not around heâs probably giggling and kicking his feet over how heâs your first boyfriend đ¤
Logan:
When you first tell him, he just looks at you for a second, not saying anything before going âYouâre serious?â
âAnd you decided Iâd be a good first pick?â He says it like heâs teasing, but, in reality, it does confuse him a bit.
Like, wouldnât you want someone sweet and kind for your first relationship? Not a grumpy, old guy with knife hands???
Nonetheless, heâs grateful (and even honored) to be given the title of your first boyfriend
He doesnât make a huge deal out of it. Heâll occasionally bring it up, maybe ask a question or two about it. But, it doesnât really change anything about your relationship.
Or, at least, thatâs what you think for a while.
One night, he returns from a long mission and he crawls into bed next to you, and you think heâs just gonna immediately go to sleep like he does every time he comes back from a mission. But, then he mumbles something.
âI wish Iâd had someone like you as my first.â
And before you can even process it, heâs asleep.
You ask him about it in the morning and he says he doesnât remember saying it. You can decide whether or not you think heâs lying.
Remy:
You tell him that you want to tell him something, and he can tell youâre nervous about it.
âWhatâs got you so nervous, chère? You know Gambit donât judge nobody. âSpecially not you.â
And you confess to him that youâve never dated anyone and heâs like. âOh. Thatâs it?â
He doesnât mean to sound apathetic. He was just expecting something bad.
He asks you to clarify what you mean by ânot dating anyone before himâ because he thinks he somehow misunderstood you
âYou telling me no one ever tried to get with a pretty thing like you?â And then he smirks. âOr were you just ignorinâ all of âem till Gambit came round?â
He also teases you about it from time to time. Makes little comments about how heâs your first.
But, itâs just because he loves it.
He often thinks about how heâs the only guy whoâs gotten to take you on dates and do all this romantic stuff with you
âDonât no one else know what they missing out onâŚ.â
Kurt:
He doesnât even try to hide his surprise. He canât.
âIâm really your first? But, how? You are so beautiful!â Heâs just upfront with why he thinks itâs absurd.
He needs to hear it a few more times before he finally accepts it. And thatâs when he starts getting giddy.
âI am your first lover?â He grins. âI like that, I think.â
And now everyone has to know. Sorry.
He will gladly go around and tell people that heâs your âfirst loveâ (as he likes to say). Is it usually embarrassing for you? Yes. But, itâs Kurt. So, itâs okay.
So, yeah. You definitely donât have to worry about whether or not he minds it.
Of course, now he has to ask a bunch of questions about it too.
âSo, was the first date youâve ever had with me?â If you say yes, he smiles before asking. âWas it good?â Like he doesnât already know the answer.
Heâs just over the moon that he was the first person that you really fell in love with. And he wants you and everyone around you to know how happy he is with you.
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⧠the gambler and his knight.
aventurine can't stand having his outfit exposed to the elements nor to the rude hands of clients that won't cooperate â luckily for him, he has you to take care of it all. { aventurine with a bodyguard!reader. }
⯠fluff & angst. 2.9k wc. headcanons w/ some written scenes. the plot is vv subtle but it's there a.k.a aventurine simps for you (jokingly) but you both end up catching feelings (not jokingly). mentions of violence, death & russian roulette. pre-penacony timeline. a self-indulgent piece to celebrate this blog's 2nd anniv! â
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Š seelestia on tumblr, june 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.
aventurine who graciously welcomes you under his employment with a game. just a little something to ease your nerves and get you used to his ways. you look at him with such incredulity as if he just fell and hit his head silly. he pays no mind to this â finds it to be amusing a great deal, actually. keep it up, newcomer!
âheads or tails?â he asks, flipping a coin in the air and catching it seamlessly. a routine for him, you would've figured from the sight. âthat's. . . an odd way of saying hello,â you point out but your tone bears no hint of protest. he notices that.
âi've heard that one before,â aventurine tilts his head with a smile, nonchalant. âso what's your guess?â
âtails,â you reply without any delay. it's a mindless answer; getting it wrong this way would prove to bear less disappointment compared to putting actual thought in it. âheads for me then,â he whistles.
aventurine opens his palm. it's heads. you frown as if to suspect foul playâbut you don't because you know about his notoriously good luckâand your new boss chuckles, almost placatingly.
âlooks like i win,â he grins without a care in the world at all. âaren't you starving? let's fetch ourselves a meal, friend.â
a loss rewarded with a prize? you blink. with grace so in contrast to the whiplash you feel, aventurine walks past you with a trail of expensive perfume in his wake. obviously, he expects you to follow and you do after a moment's reluctance.
(this guy is more confusing than the stellaron.)
aventurine who grows quite fond of seeing you acquiesce to his wishes, whether serious or trivial. could you ward off those reporters? could you pour him a drink? could you play a game of poker with him? could you join him for lunch? you're always so professional that he starts to find some mirth in pushing your buttons (never too much). unlucky for you, he does it to be affectionate and lucky for him, you always say yes even if you roll your eyes every single time.
aventurine who trusts you with his credit card. . . to a worrying degree. when asked if he's sure about this, he just waves it off and says it'll be safer in your hands. seriously, this card has been in your possession longer than it's ever been in his. sometimes, he does ask for it back â only to drop some 200k credits to your account. âa tip for doing a good job,â he'd wink casually while you're flabbergasted beyond belief.
aventurine who finds it extremely attractive whenever you step in to protect him from harm. dealing with uncooperative clients is a day in his life, yet some are so brutish they resort to getting physical â but he has you to make sure their hands stay off him. a gun in his direction? knocked off before the trigger even has a chance to get pulled. reaching out to grab him by the collar? they're already on the ground, your foot threateningly pressed on their back as a warning. what a dashing sight â and thanks to you, his pristine outfit has been saved more times than he could count at this point.
aventurine who likes to call you his âknight in shining armorâ teasingly. awh, you don't like it? he thinks you're more than deserving of that title with the way you always swoop in to get him out of trouble. if the thousands of credits he gives you aren't enough yet, won't a cute title suffice? âit sounds corny,â you tell him with a grimaceâand maybe, yesâbut he just chirps coyly, âdunno. i think it's fitting.â
aventurine who makes it his responsibility to check on you after a rough mission. credits are no problem, he'd even reserve the most expensive private doctor in the cosmos if that means you'll recover faster. sadly, he has little to no medical skills â so the most he can offer you is bandages. sure, you can take a bullet to the stomach and handle a punch or two, that's your job, but what about tiny scratches? . . .don't tell him you're about to reject his kind offer.
âwhat's your favorite color?â he queries, somewhat out of the blue considering the situation where he is helping you tend to a minor cut on your finger. you raise an eyebrow, âwhy do you wanna know?â as he gently plasters a plain-colored bandage on your skin (which he's only been granted permission to after minutes of begging you to let him do it).
âfor the bandages,â aventurine answers. he finds no need to hide his intentions as he runs a thumb over the bandage, softly as to not hurt you, to keep its position secure. âso that the next time you ask, i'll have some in your favorite color for sure.â
âhow. . . thoughtful of you,â you snort, amused.
(briefly, he resists the urge to ask if he can place a kiss on your cut for 'luck'. but if he does, you might have his head. so, he'll try another time.)
aventurine who slowly begins to find a sense of comfort in your company. maybe, it's the way you scoff at his quips with a smile or the way you always tell him to be careful. maybe, it's the way you take him seriously or the way you stay by his sideâis your job description the only reason why?âor maybe, he's just pathetic and reeks of so much loneliness you feel sympathetic. he can't tell, but he hopes the luxuries he has can persuade you to stay just a little longer. even if you don't actually care. (you do.)
aventurine who notices how anxiety brims in your gaze when you watch him gamble at the table â with a sum too high to be considered sane and sometimes, his own life. he can see it all; how your hands shake as if you want to reach out, how your lips tremble as if you want to tell him to stop. but this is what he's made for, is it not? he'll survive one way or another. . . until fate decides the bill for all his past good fortune is finally due. and when the time comes, he'll be ready for it. (will you?)
a game of russian roulette.
it always starts with thrills only to end with carnage spilled all over the table. luck is the only thing worth praying for at that point and oh, is luck not the dearest friend aventurine ever had? hence the reason why he always agrees, not with a yes but with a âwhy not?â.
you're there as his protector, yet utterly condemned to the role of a witness as soon as aventurine nods along to that darned game. panic rushes through your veins as the gun is passed around so relaxedly, so easily with laughter all around. aventurine's next in line, you realize grimly. the next decision that comes after is spontaneous, so different from your usual calculated nature â you drag him out of the casino in a frenzy before the weapon even lands in his hand. in your head, there is no other thought louder than: he could've died.
âa shame i didn't get to the fun part,â you hear him hum from behind you, too disturbingly calm for your liking. the bustling noises inside the establishment have all but faded into the background. âthat was close, hm?â he laughs, a sound you would've found endearing if this was another occasion. any occasion that doesn't involve teetering dangerously on the precipice of death.
you stop in your tracks and aventurine, behind you, naturally follows. your silence is something he first takes note of and the way your hand shakes as it holds his is the second. you still haven't let go. what's going through your mind? he calls out your name softly, perplexed at your lack of explanation.
â. . .why did you say yes?â you respond with a bitter question. âyou could've died. you almost died,â you try to hold back a shout â yet, your words are spat in such a fusillade he feels a seed of guilt starting to bloom inside his lifeless heart. he discards it in favor of putting on a frivolous smile.
âoh, relax,â he lets out a chuckle, one that sounds so ignorant of the taut tension in the air. âit's just some russian roulette. why so serious?â he shrugs as if to physically brush off any seriousness clinging to his figure. his remark gives off the assumption that every single hint of your worry has flown over his head.
âit is serious. . .â you bite your bottom lip. he sneers in return, âyeah? since when?â as if to challenge you to give an actual answer. his life is full of risks, to say otherwise would be a lie. âyou're sweet for worrying but you don't actually care about me that much, do you?â he snickers to himself. like the thought of your caring about him can't possibly be true, like it's all just a terrible joke.
but he's the only one laughing.
aventurine falls quiet and finally, genuinely meets your gaze for the first time that night. he doesn't like what he sees. your lips are downturned, unamused and saddenedâyou do care, a realization that has been left unsaidâand all remainders of levity in him are replaced by immediate dread. it only now registers that the anger, concern, frustration on your face are for him; they're the unavoidable consequences from caring about him.
(his eyes widen. no, no, no.)
âc'mon, youââ he covers it up with a carefree smile, as feigned as it came. he shoves his hand in one of his pockets. it's shaking. â. . .worry too much. you've seen me play a handful of games before. i've never lost a wager, remember?â
you don't look convinced at all. in fact, you look as if you've arrived at the brink of seething. âand if you do? for once in your life, you lose?â you prod him for more. for something, for anything â perhaps, for a promise that he won't do it again.
(but you know aventurine, you know there would be no such promise.)
âthen i lose,â he says, final and resigned. âthere's really nothing else to it,â he tries to offer you another smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes. âhey. at least, you'll be there to witness my spectacular fall, right? it'll be a show to remember.â
he nearly doesn't manage to keep up the façade. it's already as precarious as it can be. you don't reply to him this time â instead, you let go of his hand to wipe at your cheeks. his gaze trails after your fingers and it freezes upon seeing the pearly tears falling free from your eyes.
aventurine has never seen you cry before. you're always so stone-faced, so hard to break that he recalls almost cheering when he heard you laugh for the first time. that was when you finally won a round of poker against him. a pity, he would've reminisced about the memory more. . . if only the matter of losing and winning a game isn't as serious as it is now.
âdon't say that,â you mutter, harshly wiping away at the incessant tears pouring from your eyes more than you'd ever allow them to. some make their way into your mouth, they taste just as bitter as your current frustration. does he truly value his life so little? you can't fathom it, you can't fathom him at all.
but there is one thing you were certain of, at the very least: âyou hired me to protect you,â you shake your head unrelentingly, âso i'll do it. until you throw me away, i won't let you die.â
you've stopped crying then. aventurine feels remorse; the tears that you shed because of him are starting to dry. the selfish part of him wants to reach out and brush them away with his thumb â but would you let him? would this lead you further down the rabbit hole that is him? in the end, he decides against it.
â. . .i'm sorry,â he sighs instead, raking a hand through his messy blond hair. whatever it is he is apologizing for, he doesn't have a clue either. he lets his eyes slip shut. he can't bear to look at you, can't bear to look at his pitiful reflection in your eyes.
(he's not worth caring about, can't you see? he dances hand in hand with death â there is no need to subject yourself to being a spectator.)
the two of you then part ways that night with shallow pleasantries on your tongues. no inside jokes, no evident yearning for the other to stay, no more than an awkward exchange of âi'll see you tomorrow.â
on his way 'home', regret and relief clash to form something inexplicably hollow inside kakavasha's chest. he wanted to wipe away your tearsâwhat a regretâbut if he did, they would've burned on his skin and became another mark to haunt himâwhat a relief he didn't. and frankly, if destiny is about to reap his debt, he'd rather go with no regrets at all.
whether those regrets include you? he doesn't have an answer just yet.
(the name at the bottom of his contract with fate is signed as kakavasha. but you wouldn't recognize that name. not as him, at least.)
aventurine whose eyes can't flutter close at night ever since thoughts of you fill his mind more than they already do before. you care for him, you want him to liveâall his fault, he allowed himself to get too closeâbut these realizations are rooted in too deep and refuse to leave. what to do, what to do, what to do?
it isn't supposed to turn out like this.
what he and you have is meant to be transactional; he'd be spared from unnecessary scuffles and you'd be compensated with monetary payment. he means to keep it superficially fun; for him to tease you with jestsâso you'd stay and save him from the deafening silence in his headâand for you to dismiss him with that adorably annoyed look on your face. just some silly banter, that's it.
so then, since when are there rounds of poker where he'd coo over your frown when you lost? or the sound of your lecturing after he secretly got you a high-end item? or meals shared together where you'd bicker over the bill? or bandages in your favorite color kept inside his bedside table? since when do you start to care? . . .since when does he start to care?
think of something else.
kakavasha tosses and turns in his bed, but the soft pillows and blanket do nothing to quell these bothers of his. are feelings always this complicated? he places a hand over his eyes, tired and exhausted, and stares at the ceiling as if it could provide him with an answer.
but there's no use.
in a moment void of logical thinking, he reaches for his phone and hovers a finger over your name in his contacts. he is usually good friends with bad ideas â but not this time, he sets his phone down and lets out a frustrated sigh that only his expensive pillows are there to hear.
(for gaiathra's sake, he hasn't even told you his real name yet.)
aventurine who becomes awfully distant the next time he sees you. you accompany him to meetings with clients per usual, but it's different. . . he talks to you succinctly, not verbosely with that trademark grin of his. his face is bereft of the things you grow to like seeing on him. a sincere smile instead of one just for show, for example. but even that's difficult to ask for since he only speaks to fill the silence with empty chatter. he doesn't look you in the eyes either; you feel a pang of hurt, you've always loved his eyes.
aventurine who discards all thoughts of you as soon as he steps inside pier point to be assigned a project. a conclave between the stonehearts is a matter of top confidentiality and you, dutifully, are ordered to wait for him outside the office. though, he'll admit; your absence by his side actually does leave a gaping voidâsuch hypocrisy, reallyâbut at least, those pesky voices in his head know how to shut up when it comes to work.
âpenacony. . . is diamond finally ready to do something about it?â
aventurine rests his left hand on the small of his back, fiddling with the clubs-shaped detailing on the fabric there. it looks like an act of idleness from afar, but anyone observant enough would know it's a way to subdue whatever nerves he wishes to hide.
he waits for the person in front of him, gazing at the purplish-red sky of pier point at sunset, to speak. for their next words shall mark the start of his next journey in fate's course.
aventurine who hesitates to let you come to penacony with him at first. but it'd be poor reasoning not to, since some might have a bone to pick with him as the corporation's representative. . . and he knows you'll protest to come with anyway. fine then, situationship discomfiture be damned â not even a second after he steps out of the meeting, his neon eyes finally meet yours. âso, how does a trip to penacony sound?â he announces with a confident smile. you blink, noticing how his lips are wobbling at the sides. you don't say no, however. (if only the two of you know what sort of ride you're getting yourselves into.)
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triassic love song â gojo satoru.
âThey were together until the very end.â you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. âI hope theyâre still together, wherever they are.â The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing somethingâor someoneâfar beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile. âThey will be, you know?â he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. âSome loves are strong enough to last forever. TheyâŚthey transcend, even time.â
GENRE: alternate universe - reincarnation au!;
WARNING/S: edo japan era, nsfw, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, engagement, hurt, physical touch, implied character death(s), natural disaster(s), mourning, pain, grief, happy ending, depiction of natural disaster(s), depiction of suffering, depiction of character death(s), depiction of violent destruction, depiction of grief, depiction of suffering, mention of implied character death(s), mention of death(s), mention of suffering, mention of destruction, mention of earthquake-related destruction, fiance! gojo, fiance! reader, reincarnated! gojo, reincarnated! reader;
WORD COUNT: 8.6k words
NOTE: this song has ruined me beyond understanding. paris paloma, your album was just insane like im sorry. the fact that she wrote a song about the triassic cuddle inspired me to write something similar and i just??? i can't help myself. ive been so crazy about this song that i just decided, you know what. this is great. this is just something i would in fact like to bawl my eyes out writing. and i did. i did that. and i hope you cry with me and enjoy it. anyway, i love you all so much <3
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IT WAS ENJOYABLE TO BE TOGETHER. IIt was forbidden to be together at this time, with the curfew in place, but you couldnât help yourself. Not when it came to him. The world outside was still, bound by rules meant to keep order, but within the quiet sanctuary of your family estate, the constraints of the outside world seemed distant and unimportant. Inside, warmth and anticipation filled the air, thick as the lingering scent of incense that wafted through the halls. The soft glow of lanterns bathed the room in a warm light, casting shadows across the delicate shoji screens, and reflecting off the polished wooden beams and traditional tatami mats beneath you.
Gojo Satoru sat beside you, his presence magnetic as always, but tonight, something was different. His signature smirk still played at the corners of his lips, and his bright, sparkling eyes glimmered with mischief. But beneath that playfulness was an undeniable depth, a new layer of emotion that wasnât there beforeâan unspoken excitement, a shared understanding that you were no longer just childhood friends.
You were now betrothed.
Bound by the ties of engagement that your noble families had arranged, it felt as though a long-awaited dream had finally come true. And though you had known each other all your lives, this new bond between you carried a weight of its own, something that made your heart race in a way you hadnât expected. The happiness you felt was undeniable, shared in the way Satoruâs hand occasionally brushed against yours, in the subtle glances that said everything words couldnât.
âYouâre quieter than usual, don't you think?" Satoru remarked with a teasing lilt, his voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of something more serious. He leaned in slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, as if daring you to speak first.
You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks under his intense scrutiny. âI could say the same about you, hm?â you replied, trying to match his teasing tone, though your voice betrayed the flurry of emotions swirling within you.
Satoru chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands, eyes never leaving yours. âWell, itâs not every day you get engaged to your best friend!â he said, his tone light, but his expression softened as his usual bravado gave way to sincerity.
That sincerity took your breath away, and for a moment, the reality of the moment hit you fully. You werenât just sneaking out to spend time with him as you had countless times before. This was different. This was a promise, one sealed by the love youâd always shared but never fully acknowledged until now.
âIâve been waiting for this, you know?â you admitted quietly, your eyes meeting his. âFor us to be more than just... childhood friends.â
Satoruâs playful demeanor softened even more, a rare seriousness taking over his expression as he reached out to take your hand in his. His fingers were warm, and the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine.
âMe too.â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âFor a long time.â
For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The world outside was still and silent, but inside this room, the air seemed alive with the energy between you. The gravity of the situation settled inâthis wasnât just a fleeting moment. It was the beginning of something much bigger, something that both excited and terrified you.
âYou always did like breaking the rules.â you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, though your heart pounded in your chest. âStaying out past curfew, sneaking into my room like this...â
Satoru grinned, his usual confidence returning. âI wouldnât be me if I didnât, right?â he quipped, though the softness in his gaze lingered. âBesides, how could I stay away from you tonight? Our first night as an engaged couple... I had to be here.â
You laughed, but it was a soft, breathless sound, the kind that came when words failed to fully capture the emotions coursing through you. âIâm glad youâre here, Satoru.â you whispered.
He smiled, that warm, heart-melting smile that was reserved just for you, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Not the rules, not the expectations placed on you by your families, not even the looming responsibilities of your engagement. It was just you and him, sharing a quiet, intimate moment that you knew you would cherish forever.
âI brought something for you.â Satoru said after a brief pause, reaching into his sleeve and pulling out a small bundle of paper. âI wrote these for you.â
You blinked in surprise, watching as he carefully unfolded the papers. âPoems?â
He nodded, the tiniest hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, something you rarely saw from him. âYeah, donât laugh!â he added quickly, though the look in his eyes told you he trusted you completely. âIâve been working on them for a while...â
You took the papers from him, your fingers brushing his as you did. The sheets were neatly folded, each one carefully written in his distinct handwriting. It touched you deeply to know that he had taken the time to craft these for you, that he had poured his heart into something so personal. Something for you, with all his love.
You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. âI could never laugh, my dearest.â you said softly, your voice sincere. âThank you, Satoru.â
"I made these for you, my beloved." he whispered, pulling out one of the carefully folded parchment from your grasp and unfolded it. "Listen to me, alright?"
His slender fingers traced the delicate paper before he began to read softly, his voice like a gentle breeze:
"Beneath the cherry bloom, I wait Â
for you, a light that never fades. Â
In silence, your name takes root in my soulâ Â
a promise written long before time."
His tender words wove into your heart, each syllable filled with the love he had always held for you, now finally given shape. You leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat that matched your own excitement. The future felt certain, and the night was perfect. You kept listening to his voice, letting it guide you into the tender slumber of the night.
Satoru leaned closer to you, watching your expression, his bright blue eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and affection. Your orbs gazed at the tender strokes of his writing.
His calligraphy had always been so beautiful, but to form such words in order to capture not just the feelings he had for you, it was even more beautiful. And to have him read it with such affection, such love â for you and only youâŚ..what could be more beautiful? What could be more perfect, more delightful?
But then, the ground beneath you shifted, a low rumble reverberating through the tatami mats. At first, it was subtle, almost imperceptible, but within seconds, the shaking intensified. It was subtle at first, a low rumble that made the lanterns flicker.
Satoru paused, his brow furrowing. Before you could ask, the ground shook violently, and the delicate house groaned under the pressure. Screams erupted from other rooms, echoing through the halls as the tremor grew stronger.
"Satoru?" you whispered, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest, not from love, but from fear.
He was already moving, his hand gripping yours tightly. âStay with me, my beloved.â he commanded, his voice steady, though his eyes flashed with a seriousness you had never seen before. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
The room shuddered violently as the earthquake hit full force, and you could hear the distant crashing of objects falling in other parts of the house. Screams erupted outside even louderâvoices of your family, the servants, all caught in the chaos of the sudden disaster. And then all the sudden, it was eerily quiet. And that made your heart drop to your stomachÂ
For a moment, you thought that it would finally be over. But then, the earth beneath you trembled once more. You squealed as Satoru let his body encompass your own with the enveloping of his whole body on yours as the world crashed against you both. The walls were swaying left and right, the roof tiles were shattering one after another. It was chaos.
"Hold on to me. Donât lift your eyes." he said, his voice calm but firm, even as the world quaked around you. âIâll protect you.â
You clung to him, your heart pounding in fear as the floor shifted beneath your feet. His grip was unyielding, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, shielding you from falling debris as the shaking intensified.
âIâve got you, my beloved.â he murmured into your hair, his voice steady despite the chaos around you. âDâdonât worry.â
You feared when he stuttered, that he had gotten hurt. But he did not falter. His fingers gently stroked your back, trying to calm your trembling as the earthquake raged on. You could hear the distant crashing of porcelain and wood, your ears ringing from the harsh sounds of the destruction. But in his arms, you felt an odd sense of safety amidst the destruction. Because it was your Satoru holding you, protecting you. Because youâre together.Â
As the tremors finally subsided, Satoruâs grip on you loosened slightly, but he didnât let go. His breath was shaky, and when you looked up at him, you saw a rare flicker of fear in his usually carefree eyes. He swallowed hard before giving you a small, reassuring smile. You were still stunned, your head shaking as you tried to make sense of the world.
"Seems like the earth itself wanted to remind us of its power." he joked softly, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. He was just as afraid, perhaps even pained by some injury he would never show you. âWeâreâŚ.weâre alright, my beloved. Donât worry.â
You let out a breathless laugh, still clutching his robes as you pressed your forehead against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The night was no longer perfect, but in that moment, with Satoru holding you close, it felt like nothing could tear the two of you apartânot even the earth itself.
The earth, which had momentarily stilled, seemed to shift again beneath you, this time more violently.More catastrophic, more angry and volatile. You screamed as you held tightly to him, his body wrapping itself against you once more. The walls of your room groaned, beams creaking as the tremors returned with a vengeance, fiercer than before. The floor shook so hard you could barely keep your balance, even in Satoru's arms.
He pulled you even tighter against him, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âStay with me. Donât let go.â
You could feel his muscles tensing beneath his robes, his usually easy going demeanor replaced by something more protective, almost desperate as his entire body forced itself to become a shield against anything against you. What remained standing of your ancestral home rattled more easily around you, dust falling from the ceiling in thick clouds. Outside, the screams grew louder, more frantic as the destruction worsened. Perhaps, it wasnât even your family any longer. Perhaps it was the town, perhaps it was a neighboring village. You do not know anymore. And thatâs what frightened you even more.
You could hear the unmistakable crash of something heavyâperhaps a roof beamâcollapsing nearby. Suddenly, a deafening crack split the air. The wide, elaborate shoji doors rattled on their frames before they were blown open by the force of the quake. Your own room felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. One of the wooden beams above groaned under the strain and, without warning, splintered and fell, hurtling toward the two of you.
Your beloved Gojo Satoru reacted in an instant, pushing you down and covering you with his body just as the beam crashed into the floor where youâd been trying to stand. The air was thick with dust, and the scent of earth and shattered wood filled your lungs, choking you. You shook as your eyes slowly opened to see your fiance pinning you down with his body shielding you.
âSatoru!â you gasped, your hands gripping the front of his robe, desperate to make sure he was unharmed.
âIâm fine, my beloved.â he muttered, though you could hear the strain in his voice. His arm was still braced above you, shielding you from any further debris. His other hand cupped the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. âWe need to move. The house isnât going to hold.â
You nodded against him, heart pounding in terror. Everything felt surreal, like a nightmare you couldnât wake from. The childhood home that had always felt so safe, so untouchable, was crumbling around you, and the only solid thing left was Satoru. He was all you had, you think. EverythingâŚEverything was gone. Your body was shaking.Â
He pulled you to your feet, guiding you toward the door, but just as you reached it, another powerful tremor sent the ground pitching beneath you. You fell forward, and Satoru caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close as the floor buckled and cracked beneath your feet. You could feel the splintering wood beneath your sandals, the whole structure of the house breaking apart beneath the relentless force of the earthquake.
âSatoru, we need to get outââ you started, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of another beam collapsing behind you, followed by a sickening crash from outside the room.
âI know, I know.â he said, his voice tight with focus as he scanned the surroundings. "Weâll find a way out. I promise."
He led you toward the door again, but just as you stepped forward, the entire room seemed to tilt. The floor caved in with a horrific crack, and suddenly, you were falling. Satoruâs grip tightened as you both plummeted into darkness, the floorboards and debris collapsing into the space below.
âAre you hurt?â Satoruâs voice cut through the chaos, his hand cupping your face gently as he pulled you close, checking for injuries in the dim light. His fingers trembled slightly, betraying the fear he usually kept hidden so well.
âIâm okay,â you gasped, though your body felt battered and sore.
He exhaled in relief, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment, his breath shaky. âWe need to get out of here. Stay close to me.â
Even now, with the world collapsing around you, his determination didnât waver. He pulled you to your feet once more, and together, you began to make your way through the rubble. The house was a maze of fallen beams, shattered walls, and debris, the once-beautiful estate reduced to ruins in a matter of minutes.
The aftershocks still rumbled beneath your feet, making every step treacherous, but Satoru kept you steady, his arm around your waist, guiding you through the wreckage. The air was thick with dust, and the distant screams of those outside continued, filling you with dread for what might await you once you escaped.
As you neared what used to be the outer courtyard, the quake hit again, this time more violent than any before. The very ground seemed to split open beneath you, and with a loud, earth-shattering roar, the outer wall of the estate gave way. You barely had time to scream before the floor cracked beneath your feet, and you fell into darkness once more.
This time, Satoruâs grip on you tightened, and you felt his body pull you against him, sheltering you as the ground gave way entirely. You hit the ground hard, the pain radiating through your body, but before you could react, you felt the warmth of Satoruâs arms around you, shielding you from the worst of it.
âDonât leave me.â he whispered, his voice trembling as he held you tighter than ever. âI wonât let anything take you from meânot this, not anything.â
In that moment, as the world continued to crumble around you, his words were the only thing that kept you grounded. No matter what happened next, as long as you were with him, there was still hope. You clung to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his robes, as the tremors finally began to subside, leaving the two of you alone in the wreckage, but together.
You landed hard, the wind knocked out of you as your back hit the ground. The tatami beneath you was torn, and debris scattered everywhere, yet Satoru still held onto you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as though his grip alone could shield you from the crumbling world. The force of his embrace had absorbed much of the fall, but the impact still left you breathless. For a moment, everything was a blurâdust and darkness clouded your vision, and the deafening roar of collapsing beams filled the air.
Your body throbbed with pain, and panic surged in your chest, but even through the chaos, the warmth of Satoruâs body against yours anchored you. His presence, solid and unyielding, kept you grounded in the midst of the chaos.
"Satoru..." you gasped, your voice barely audible, but he heard you.
âIâm here,â he whispered fiercely, his voice steady despite the tremors still shaking the earth beneath you. His breath was ragged, but his grip on you didnât falter. His white hair, now disheveled and covered in dust, clung to his forehead, but his eyesâthose impossibly blue eyesâremained focused on you. âAre you hurt?â
You tried to shake your head, but your mind was still reeling, struggling to catch up with what had just happened. The earthquake raged on, though the initial violence of it had passed. The ground trembled beneath you like a sleeping beast disturbed from its rest.
Satoru shifted, pulling you up as carefully as he could. The house around you was nearly unrecognizableâwooden beams had collapsed, shoji screens were shredded, and parts of the roof had caved in. The once peaceful and warm room where you had shared your engagement was now in ruins, littered with broken objects and torn memories.
The sound of screams echoed from outside, faint but piercing. Servants. Family. It was hard to tell who, but the urgency in their voices cut through the haze of shock that clouded your mind. Your breath caught in your throat, panic gripping you once more.
âMy family... my parents.â you muttered, scrambling to get up, but Satoru stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, firm yet gentle. âSatoruââ
"Wait," he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of authority. "We need to get out of here first. Itâs not safe."
He tried to keep you calm, his steady hands guiding you through the debris, but you could see the tension in his posture. He was on high alert, his senses sharp as he glanced at every unstable beam, every shifting pile of rubble. He was scanning for danger, but more than that, he was trying to protect you from seeing the worst of itâthe destruction, the death.
But as you stumbled through the wreckage of what had once been your home, you couldnât avoid the horrors that surrounded you. Bodies. Littered through the halls, some crushed beneath fallen beams, others lying still in the open. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world spun around you.
"Satoru..." you whispered, your voice trembling as you pulled away from his protective hold. "Where are they? My parents... my siblings?"
He didnât answer immediately, his eyes darting around, trying to keep you moving forward, away from the bodies, away from the worst of it. But you knew. The silence was louder than any scream. You could feel tears fall from your face and that broke his heart to see.
"Satoru!" you cried, your voice breaking as your legs buckled beneath you. "Where are they?"
He knelt beside you, his hands cupping your face as he gently forced you to look at him. His bright blue eyes were filled with an overwhelming sadness, but he tried to hide it, to be strong for you. He had to be strong. He had to. He canât be weak, not right now.
âI donât know,â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut we have to go. We need to find shelter. Iâll take you to my family home. Theyâll know what to do.â
You nodded, though the words didnât fully sink in. Your body was moving on autopilot now, your mind numb to the world as Satoru pulled you back to your feet. With every step, the destruction around you became more apparent, more real. The walls were crumbling, the air thick with dust and smoke, and the scent of burning wood filled your nostrils.
Together, you navigated the ruins of your estate, stepping over debris and through the remains of lives that had been lost in the quake. GojoSatoru kept a firm grip on your hand, leading you with a determination that seemed almost impossible given the circumstances.
But even he couldnât hide the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched when another body appeared in your path, forcing him to shield you from the sight.
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IT WAS A CHALLENGE, TO GO AND LEAVE THE DESTRUCTION BEHIND. The sky deepened into a somber shade of dusk as you and Satoru finally reached the estateâs edge. The once proud gates, symbols of security and honor, now stood twisted and mangled, crumpled by the sheer force of natureâs wrath.
Beyond the gates, the town stretched out in a nightmare of ruinâbuildings reduced to heaps of rubble, streets fractured and littered with debris, and the air thick with the lingering scent of smoke and dust. The cries of the wounded and the wails of those searching for lost loved ones echoed through the broken streets, a chorus of despair that filled the silence left in the wake of destruction.
âKeep your head high,â Satoru urged, his voice low but firm as he tightened his grip on your hand. âDonât look. Just⌠donât.â
But it was impossible not to look. How could you not see the devastation, shared by all? Every corner of the town had been touched by this catastrophe, and every person who remained alive carried the weight of loss. It was a destruction understood by all, but none more deeply than you at that moment.
The memory of your homeâonce filled with laughter, warmth, and the presence of familyânow lay in ruins. Your parents, your siblings⌠their fates were unknown, swallowed by the chaos. You hadnât seen them, and the hope of finding them alive was growing fainter with every passing moment. Satoruâs words rang hollow in your ears, even as you clung to his hand for strength.
He guided you through the crumbling streets with a fierce determination, always positioning himself between you and the worst of the wreckage. The buildings, once grand and vibrant, had become tombs of stone and wood, each step revealing more of the townâs shattered soul. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, some half-buried in rubble, others left untouched by the debris but claimed by the quake nonetheless. It was too much, too overwhelming.
Every time you stumbled, your legs trembling with fatigue and grief, Satoru was there, catching you before you could fall. His presence was like an anchor, keeping you steady amid the storm of devastation that swirled around you. His hand never left yours, his touch a silent promise that you werenât alone in this. You didnât have to face it all by yourself.
The survivorsâthose who had managed to escape the collapse of buildings or who had emerged from the wreckageâfollowed behind you, a somber procession of hollow eyes and ashen faces. Their steps were slow, heavy with the weight of shock. No words passed between them, no cries for helpâonly silence and the occasional sob as they moved like ghosts through the streets, trying to find some semblance of safety, of life, in this broken world.
Your heart ached for them, for their pain, but your own grief consumed you. The memory of your familyâs voices, the warmth of your home, felt so distant now, like a dream you had just woken from. And yet, with each step you took beside Satoru, you realized that this nightmare was real, and there was no waking from it.
The earth beneath your feet still trembled occasionally, aftershocks reminding you that the worst might not yet be over. Each tremor sent a fresh wave of fear through your body, your grip tightening around Satoruâs hand. He responded in kind, his hand strong and reassuring, though you could sense the turmoil roiling beneath his calm exterior. His family, too, was somewhere in this mess. Their fate hung in the balance just as much as yours.
As you made your way through the gates, leaving behind the wreckage of your estate, you couldnât help but glance back one final time. The place where you had grown up, where you had shared laughter, joy, and the news of your engagement just hours ago, was now unrecognizable. In the span of mere moments, everything you had known had been reduced to rubble, leaving behind only echoes of the life you had once cherished.
âSatoruâŚâ your voice cracked as you spoke his name, the words barely audible over the distant cries. He stopped, turning to look at you, his eyes softening with concern.
âI know,â he whispered, his hand brushing against your cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall unnoticed. âI know itâs hard. But weâll make it through this. We have to.â
His resolve was unshakable, but you could see the grief hidden behind his determination. He was trying to be strong, not just for himself, but for you. His familyâs estate lay ahead, yet you both feared what you would find when you arrived.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in shadow, you continued onward, the fire of Satoruâs presence the only thing keeping you from sinking into despair. The path was treacherous, littered with fallen beams and shattered stone, but Satoru led the way with careful, deliberate steps. He kept you close, his arm around your waist now, guiding you over the broken streets as you navigated what felt like the remains of the world.
Every glance revealed more heartacheâbroken homes, toppled lanterns, and the pale, lifeless faces of those who hadnât made it. But Satoru never let you linger, gently urging you forward each time your gaze began to drift toward the horror around you.
Finally, you reached his familyâs estate. Or what remained of it. The grand structure that had once stood proud and formidable was now a heap of collapsed roofs and shattered walls. The once beautiful garden, where you had shared many moments of happiness, was now a twisted, chaotic mess of uprooted trees and scorched earth.
Satoru stood still for a moment, his eyes scanning the destruction with a silent, composed fury. The pain was etched into his expression, though he quickly masked it as he turned to you, his voice low but firm.
"Weâll make it through tonight," he said. "We have to survive, no matter what."
In that moment, even as the world crumbled around you, there was no fear in his eyesâonly determination. For now, all you could do was follow him. Follow him through the darkness, trusting that somewhere, beyond the destruction, hope still lingered.Â
As you finally reached the outskirts of the Gojo estate, the enormity of the destruction hit you again. The town below had not been spared either. Smoke rose in the distance, and the ground was littered with rubble, buildings half-collapsed, and people wandering aimlessly, searching for loved ones.
Satoru didnât hesitate. He pulled you forward, his grip never loosening as he led you through the streets toward his familyâs home. But when you arrived, the sight that greeted you was even more devastating.
His family estate, much like your own, had been reduced to little more than a broken shell. The grand gates had collapsed, and the once beautiful gardens were torn apart, now little more than mounds of earth and stone. The house itself had fared no better, with parts of the roof caved in and walls shattered.
Satoruâs face paled as he took it all in, his hand tightening around yours in a desperate attempt to remain calm. But you could see it in his eyesâthe grief, the disbelief. This was his home. His family. And now, it is gone.
For a long moment, he stood still, his gaze fixed on the destruction before him. His breathing was shallow, his grip on your hand tightening almost painfully. But then, with a sharp breath, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively.
As you both began your journey toward the Gojo family estate, the weight of the day settled heavily on your shoulders. But Satoruâs hand never let go of yours, a silent promise that even in the face of unimaginable loss, you would survive thisâtogether.
When you and Satoru finally reached the outskirts of his family estate, the sinking feeling in your chest returned with full force. What should have been a place of refuge, a sanctuary from the horrors you had just fled, was nothing but devastation. The Gojo estate, once majestic and proud, had fallen to the same fate as your home.
The gates were twisted and mangled, barely hanging from their hinges, and the walls that had once stood tall now lay in heaps of rubble. Smoke rose from what remained of the manor, a bitter scent of burning wood and stone hanging in the air. The destruction was so complete, so absolute, that it felt like the very earth had swallowed everything whole. The silence was deafening.
Gojo Satoru froze at the sight, his grip on your hand tightening until it almost hurt. You looked up at him, but his expression was unreadable, his usual brightness dulled to a vacant stare. His family, his home....everything he had known, everything he had grown up with. All was gone. Nothing was left but the earth where it all once stood.
You tried to say something, to offer words of comfort, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. More tears could only pour out of your eyes from then on. All you could do was squeeze his hand, hoping he would feel your silent support. He didn't need to hear your words right now; he just needed to know you were there.
For a moment, he stood motionless, his blue eyes scanning the destruction as if trying to comprehend it, trying to find any sign of life among the wreckage. But there was nothing. Just like at your estate, the earthquake had consumed everything.
Finally, Satoru exhaled a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. But even in his grief, he didnât break. He couldnâtânot with you depending on him. He glanced down at you, his eyes softening with a kind of sadness you had never seen in him before.Â
Satoru stopped for a moment, turning to you with a look of determination in his eyes. âWeâll make it through this,â he promised, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed the fear he was trying so hard to hide. âWeâll get some place safe here, and Iâll make sure nothing ever hurts you again. You hear me?â
You nodded, though the world felt unsteady beneath you. The future that once seemed so bright, the engagement that had filled your heart with hope, now felt overshadowed by the tragedy that had befallen your lives. Still, with Satoruâs hand wrapped securely around yours, you knew one thing for certainâno matter what came next, you wouldnât face it alone.
âWe need to stay warm tonight.â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âItâs not safe to wander around in the dark. Weâll make a fire here, and then tomorrow, weâll figure out what to do.â
He led you to a relatively clear patch of ground, away from the worst of the rubble. The sky was darkening, and the air had grown cold, a biting wind cutting through your torn clothes. Satoru quickly set to work, gathering what dry wood he could find, his movements steady and focused despite the grief that must have been tearing him apart inside.
You watched him in silence, too exhausted to help, too numb from everything that had happened. When the fire finally sparked to life, its warmth was a welcome reprieve from the cold that had settled deep into your bones. You sat beside him, huddled close to the flickering flames, the only source of light in the endless night.
Your Satoru didnât speak for a long time. He simply stared into the fire, his expression distant, lost in thoughts you couldnât fathom. His hands, usually so relaxed and playful, were tense, gripping his knees as if he were holding himself together by sheer force of will.
But then he turned to you, his gaze softening when he saw the exhaustion written on your face. Without a word, he pulled his outer robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around you, tucking it gently against your chin. He tried to do it, smiling like nothing happened. As though to comfort you even in all this suffering. And yet, you could see it all in his eyes. He was exhausted, he was in pain. And he didnât know what to do.
âSleep, my beloved.â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âIâll keep watch.â
You wanted to protest, to tell him that he needed rest just as much as you did, but your body betrayed you. The exhaustion, the grief, the sheer weight of everything you had been throughâit was too much. You nodded weakly, laying your head against his shoulder as you curled into the warmth of the robe.
Satoru shifted slightly, easing you into a more comfortable position so you could lie down near the fire. His hand rested on your arm, a protective gesture that reminded you of his earlier promise. Even as the world fell apart around you, Satoru Gojo was still there, watching over you.
As you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the crackling of the fire and the steady rise and fall of his breathing, Satoru leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if he were afraid to pull away, afraid that something might take you from him if he let go.
âIâll keep you safe, my beloved.â he whispered against your hair, his voice trembling with the weight of his vow. âNo matter what happens. I wonât let anything hurt you.â
The fire flickered, casting shadows across his face, but his resolve was unshakable. He couldnât save everythingâhis home, his familyâbut he would save you. That much, he was certain of.
As you slept, Gojo Satoru remained awake, his eyes scanning the horizon, alert for any sign of danger. The devastation around him was complete, but his focus never wavered from you. You were his world now, the one thing he had left in the midst of the ruin.
The night stretched on, cold and unforgiving, but Satoru didnât move from his spot by your side. Even as the grief gnawed at him, even as the weight of everything he had lost threatened to crush him, he stayed strong. For you. Because no matter what came next, no matter how uncertain the future had become, Gojo Satoru had made a promiseâand he would keep it.
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THE YEAR 2018 WAS AN INTERESTING YEAR FOR DISCOVERIES. You remember reading about it in the newspaper on your way to universityâthe discovery of two lovers found in an eternal embrace, huddled together in a shoreline cave, their bodies preserved for three hundred years by the elements that had claimed their lives.Â
The volcanic eruption, the earthquake, and the tsunami that had ravaged Japan centuries ago were some of the worst disasters the country had ever known, obliterating entire villages and swallowing countless lives in an instant. And yet, even in the face of such unimaginable destruction, these two had remained together, their bond undisturbed by the passage of time.
Standing quietly in front of the memorial, you felt the weight of their story settle around you. The air was still and somber, carrying with it the distant hum of waves crashing along the shore. The stone monument before you was simple yet profoundâa silent marker of the love these two souls had shared, a love that had endured in the most unimaginable of circumstances. Their bodies had been found in the ruins of a household long buried by the mud and debris, a household much like the ones surrounding this coastline, now reduced to scattered memories.
You had followed the story from the beginningâthe day the archaeologists uncovered them from the earth, the painstaking care they took in revealing the remains. The headlines had drawn attention, not because of the tragedy alone, but because of the story those two bodies told.
There were no names. No clues as to who they had been, what their lives had looked like before the disaster struck, or even how they had ended up in each otherâs arms when the end came. But it didnât matter. Their identities werenât needed to understand the significance of what had been found. What mattered was that they had faced their final moments without fear. They had faced the end together, with love.
It was that thoughtâthe resilience of love in the face of overwhelming disasterâthat had touched you most deeply. In a world where so much is fragile and fleeting, the strength of their connection had remained, even after centuries had passed. It was as if their love had transcended the destruction, as if they had chosen to defy the disaster by holding on to one another in their last breath.
You stepped forward, placing your hands together in silent prayer. You wished them peace, a kind of peace that transcended the tragedy of their death, that honored the love they had shared.
You prayed that their spirits had found rest, and that wherever they were now, they were still together, watching over the place where they had once stood. The offering you placed at the memorial was simple, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, symbolizing purity and remembrance.
"I pray that you'll always be together, the two of you." you murmured, your voice soft, barely louder than the breeze that rustled through the trees around the monument. "Wherever you are, I hope youâve found peace, and that your love is still as strong as it was in those last moments."
You stayed there for a while, the silence of the memorial surrounding you, offering its quiet comfort. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the scene, a contrast to the deep sense of loss the place carried. But you didnât feel sadness. Instead, there was something almost beautiful about itâknowing that even in the face of disaster, these two had been together, and their love had transcended time. As you prepared to leave, footsteps approached from behind. You turned slightly, curious to see who else had come to visit this quiet, forgotten place.
A man with striking white hair and bright blue eyes under the rim of his glasses stood at the edge of the memorial, his head bowed in silent prayer. He was tall, his presence commanding even though he moved with a quiet grace. His features were sharp, but softened by a kind of deep, unspoken sorrow. He knelt down beside the monument, laying a single white flower on the stone, his fingers brushing the surface with reverence.
You watched him for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, though you couldnât quite place it. The way he stood thereâtall and composed, with an air of quiet reverence that just seemed to draw you in.
There was something almost ethereal about him, as if he was intrinsically linked to the story of the lovers you had come to honor. The connection felt deeper than mere coincidence, as though his presence was a significant part of the narrative that had touched you so profoundly.
His white hair glowed softly in the fading light, and his posture was relaxed yet dignified, embodying a calmness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil you had felt as you reflected on the loversâ fate.
His eyes were closed in prayer, his face serene, as if he was offering a deeply personal tribute to the souls who had been found together in their final moments. The sense of connection was so strong that you could almost feel it emanating from him, a silent bridge spanning the centuries between his presence and the lovers' tragic end.
You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on his moment of solitude. Yet, there was something compelling about the situationâan unspoken invitation to acknowledge the shared significance of this place and the story that bound them all together. Your curiosity and empathy drove you to speak, despite the quietude that hung between you.
âExcuse me.â you began softly, breaking the stillness of the memorial. Your voice was gentle, barely a whisper against the backdrop of the crashing waves. âI couldnât help but notice⌠There's something about you that feels so familiar, so connected to this place. I⌠Iâve been deeply moved by the story of the lovers found here, and I canât shake the feeling that you share a connection with them.â
The man turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and understanding. He seemed to consider your words for a moment, his expression thoughtful and measured. There was a softness in his gaze, as if he had been waiting for this moment, this conversation, even if he didnât quite know why.
âOh.â Gojo Satoru whispered back, his cheeks tinged with a flush of surprise, as if your words had caught him off guard. He seemed momentarily at a loss, his usual confidence replaced with a bashful vulnerability. âYeah, I⌠I saw the news, and I thought, I just had to come. It felt⌠it just felt right, you know? To come here and see them off, to wish them well.â
There was a sincerity in his voice, a raw honesty that struck a chord. You could see that this wasnât just a casual visit for him; it was something deeply personal, a moment of reflection and respect that went beyond mere curiosity.
âI seeâŚâ you mumbled, your gaze softening as you looked at him. A smile slowly spread across your face, touched by his heartfelt gesture. âThatâs kind of you to do.â
Gojo Satoru shook his head slightly, a rueful smile on his lips. âAh, not⌠not really,â he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. âIf anything, I think you were more kind. You brought them white chrysanthemums and everything. You probably had more of a proper prayer for them than I did.â
You waved off his comment with a small laugh, the sound light and airy in the quiet of the memorial. âOh, not at all. I think⌠I think your intention was purer than mine. You came here just on a feeling, an instinct that something was right about being here. I was⌠I was interested historically before I was here emotionally, you know?â
His eyes met yours, a flicker of understanding passing between you. âI guess we both had our reasons,â he said softly. âBut in the end, itâs the connection that matters. Whether we came here out of personal feelings or historical interest, itâs our respect and acknowledgement that count.â
You nodded, feeling a shared sense of purpose in your conversation. There was something profoundly meaningful about how your paths had crossed at this place, driven by a mutual respect for the story of the lovers and a desire to honor their memory. The distinction between your reasons for being here seemed to dissolve in the face of a greater truthâthat both of you were here because of a deep-seated respect and a wish to pay tribute to the enduring power of love.
âSoâŚâŚâ Gojo continued, a slight smile returning to his lips, âIâm glad we met here. It feels like the right place for this kind of encounter, donât you think?â
You agreed, feeling a warmth in his words. âYes, it does. Itâs like the universe brought us together in this moment to remind us of something important.â
He nodded, his expression thoughtful. âYeah, something like that. Itâs nice to know that even after so much time, and despite all the changes and challenges we face, there are still moments that can bring people together in such a profound way.â
You stood together in silence for a moment, the weight of your shared understanding settling around you. The memorial continued to stand as homage to the loversâ eternal bond, and in that quiet, sacred space, you felt a connection that transcended all the limits given by the bountiful universe.
âThey were together until the very end.â you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. âI hope theyâre still together, wherever they are.â
The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing somethingâor someoneâfar beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile.Â
âThey will be, you know?â he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. âSome loves are strong enough to last forever. TheyâŚthey transcend, even time.â
There was something in his tone, a weight to his words, that made you wonder if he was speaking from experience. You gave him a respectful nod, choosing not to pry into the emotions that seemed to flicker beneath his calm exterior.
The two of you stood there in silence for a while longer, both paying your respects to the nameless lovers who had defied death with their love. The sun continued to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the memorial. Finally, the man rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his clothes before turning to you.
âTake care, stranger.â he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the sorrow that had lingered moments before. Then, with one last look at the monument, he began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light like a beacon.
As you watched him go, something tugged at your heart. You didnât know who he was, but in that moment, you felt as though you had shared something important with himâan unspoken understanding of love and loss, of holding on to someone even when the world falls apart around you.Â
Somehow, there was something stirring within youâa feeling that you couldnât let him just walk away, not without knowing more. There was something about him, an invisible thread connecting you, as if fate had brought you both to this quiet place for a reason.
"Wait! Hey, mister!" you called out softly, taking a few steps toward him. The man paused, turning back to face you, his expression curious but calm.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then, with a gentle smile, you extended your hand. "I didnât get the chance to introduce myself. My name isâŚâŚ"
He looked at you for a moment, as if weighing whether to reciprocate. Then, with a small, almost teasing smile, he took your hand in his. His grip was warm, steady, and comforting in a way that felt strangely familiar.
"I'm Gojo Satoru." he said, his voice smooth, yet laced with something deeper, as if his name carried a history he didnât fully reveal.
The name hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of recognition. But it was fleeting, gone as quickly as it had come. You smiled politely, though something about the way he said it, the way his gaze softened as he looked at you, made you feel like there was more to his introduction than simple formality.
"It's nice to meet you, Satoru." you replied, feeling a strange sense of ease as you spoke his name. There was something about the way it rolled off your tongue, as if you'd said it a thousand times before.
He tilted his head slightly, his sharp, crystal-blue eyes studying you with an intensity that was both disarming and oddly reassuring. It was as if he could see beneath the surface, understanding more than what was immediately apparent. Yet, instead of feeling exposed, you felt a sense of comfort, a silent acknowledgment that he grasped the depths of your emotions and thoughts.
With a gentle, almost shy smile, Gojo Satoru reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, extending it toward you. âPut your number in,â he said, his voice tender and inviting. âI think⌠I think you know more about this story than I do. Iâd like to know more, if youâre willing to share.â
You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request, but the sincerity in his voice and the warmth of his smile compelled you to act. With a nod, you took his phone from him and began to enter your contact information, a small flutter of excitement rising in your chest. There was something intriguing about the prospect of continuing this conversation, of sharing more about the story that had brought you both here.
When you handed his phone back to him, a playful grin appeared on your face. âItâs your turn,â you said, taking out your own phone and extending it toward him.
Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up with amusement as he looked at your phone. âWell, alright.â he said, taking it with a mock sigh of resignation. âIf you insist.â
As he entered his number into your phone, the atmosphere between you shifted from one of solemn reflection to one of friendly connection. The small act of exchanging numbers felt like a bridge, linking your shared experience at the memorial with the potential for future conversations and deeper understanding. Maybe, just maybe â youâll understand life the way these two in front of you did. Just maybe.
When he handed your phone back to you, he looked at you with a genuine smile. âThanks for sharing this moment with me. Itâs been⌠meaningful. Iâm glad we crossed paths today.â
You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your chest that came from more than just the shared experience. âIâm glad too. Itâs not every day you meet someone who understands the significance of something like this so deeply.â
Finally, Satoru spoke again, his tone lightening slightly. "Well, I should be going. The train is leaving soon. But... It was nice meeting you." He paused, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe weâll see each other again."
You smiled, feeling the same unspoken connection. "Iâd like that."
With one last look at the memorial, Satoru turned and began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light of the day. You watched him go, a strange sense of calm settling over you.
As you stood there, the weight of the lovers' story still fresh in your heart, you couldnât shake the feeling that this wasnât the last time you would see Gojo Satoru. Something told you that your paths would cross again, in ways you couldnât yet predict.
And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the memorial, you whispered one final prayerânot just for the nameless lovers, but for yourself, and perhaps for Satoru too.
"May we all find each other, in every lifetime."
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â where satoru comforts you after breaking up with toji
gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, heâs also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)
âi know what youâre thinkingâ gojoâs voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.
the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students were training at. he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojoâs protĂŠgĂŠe and the son of the man that broke your heart.
âbut if you keep up with that megumi will get creeped out by youâ gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.
âwhatever, he never liked me anywaysâ you brush off, then remember what he said before, âand what the hell makes you think you know what iâm thinking?â
âah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thingâ he points to his blindfold.
âyou saying you can read minds now, you freak?â your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.
âplease youâre so transparent i wonder how megumi havenât seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glassesâŚâ
âjust say what you wanna say, satoru.â
gojo, on the other hand, didnât need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.
âevery time you see megumi you think about him, donât ya?â he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, âsenpai.â
gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used the honorific with.
âheâs his kid, of course iâllââ
âever since i heard about your breakup youâve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,â gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows âand your cursed energy increasesâ he then sits on your desk looking down at you, âdonât tell me megumi had anything to do with why tojiââ
âof course notâ you stop him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know heâs a good kid and wouldnât try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, heâs not particularly close to his old man either. actually, anything related to toji â bets, races, you â is automatically disregarded by him.
âthen you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i canât let that happenâ gojoâs tone became more severe, itâs one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the old days when he showed you some photos. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much time to get to know megumi since they donât live together since the boy was five. you suppose gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of toji.
âthatâs not gonna happen, i have my energy under controlâ you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojoâs gaze even through the mask.
he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.
âwhat did you even see in him anyways? heâs definitely not a good guy.â
âthatâs rude, toji isââ
âdid you think you could change him or something?â
âiâ no, whyââ
âfrom what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the moneyâ he rubs his chin.
âgojo, i swearââ
âwas it the sex?â
you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.
âjackpotâ satoru whispers.
âfuck off, satoruâ you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.
âyou stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?â he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.
âno! and thatâs none of your goddamn business.â
âand youâve broken up, what? two months ago? youâve been all this time without sex?â you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, âdonât be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile againâ he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, âalthough, on second thought i think that might be mmm⌠sexual frustration? itâs a color i never seen in you beforeâ he grabs your wrist firmly.
âyou donât know what youâre saying.â
âoh but i do, senpai. iâm just wondering how you havenât downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yetâ gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.
gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that itâs a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.
âor did you?â heâs fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, âdefinitely no dating appsâ you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you canât reach him, âbrowser history?â
âsatoru, you have no right, gimme thatâ your face is hot with shame.
ânothing either, well i suppose your camera rollâŚâ
âno!â
âahaâ he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, âis that what you use to get off?â he puts the phone in front of you, itâs opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.
ânot bad, you could make some cash outta thisâ gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, youâre not even struggling to get out of gojoâs hold by the time the video ends.
âyou donât need to get off by yourself, you know?â he smells your hair and kisses your ear, âitâs not like we havenât done it before.â
âthat was forever agoâ you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just waiting for an opportunity to drop that bomb on tojiâs lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.
âand wasnât it good? huh?â he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.
âyeah, it wasâ you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.
âsee? i can make you feel good so you donât become a little monsterâ he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.
âso charitable of youâ you mumble sarcastically.
âi would gladly do this favor to youâ he replies in the same tone, âeven though you still own me.â
âfor what?!â you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.
âfor raising your boyfriendâs son? you really think you wouldâve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?â he raises an eyebrow.
âdonât pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didnât have the ten shadows you wouldnât have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zeninâs or whomever.â
âyou sound just like himâ gojoâs eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.
âbesidesâ hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi⌠so donât blame meâ you wiggle your ass on his crotch.
âa âthank you my favourite kohaiâ wouldnât hurtâ you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyoneâs exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.
satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.
âfive yearsâ you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.
âhm?â satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say youâre surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.
âlast time you fucked me, it was five years agoâ you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.
âthat long huhâŚâ he sounds⌠sad? no, maybe nostalgic.
âcrazy, right? so much hasââ you sigh when he curls his fingers, âchanged.â
satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.
he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.
he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feelsâ
âtoru~â he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, âright thereâ your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.
âwhere? here?â he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, âright here, senpai?â
ây-yeahâ you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.
which is an ironic comparison since heâs the one that would gladly accept being your pet.
when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.
âdesk, nowâ you demand needly.
âyes ma'amâ gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.
you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.
you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.
âask meâ he pleads.
âfor what?â
âfor a kissâ you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.
âgimme a kissâ you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.
gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.
the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.
ânuh-uh you better have a rubberâ you push your knee onto gojoâs pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.
âdid you make toji wear one too?â he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.
âhe had to earn that privilegeâ you reach for gojoâs wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, âi donât know what you do after 6 soâŚâ you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.
âunbelievableâŚâ
âsatoruâ you warn stroking him slowly, âcan i get another kiss?â you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.
âyou have to earn it, senpaiâ he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.
he's still gonna go through this â that's how whipped he is for you â though now heâll be less gentle.
his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.
âc'mon satoru, don't be like thatâ you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.
the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.
or was it something else you feared?
âhey⌠you on the pill?â he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.
âyouâre not fucking me raw, satoru.â
âjust wondering⌠you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?â he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.
âyou keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?â you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.
âplease, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?â you push him away turning around then pulling him back.
âokay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me rightâ gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.
âi could be fucking you better, you know how?â he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.
âcondom stay on, satoru, i canât risk getting pregââ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.
âyouâre not⌠on anything?â
âlisten you canât tell anyone about this, okay?â you cover your face, âi had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so⌠gosh why am i even telling you thisâŚâ
âgo onâ gojo massages your thigh.
âtoji got a vasectomy. birth control wasnât working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time beforeâ well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?â you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, itâs not what your expected to see.
satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. heâs grinning, dick throbbing.
âyeah, i see nowâ he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a âthank you for trusting meâ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.
all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then⌠whoopsie.
the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.
âdonât worry, your secret is safe with meâ he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.
he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, heâs quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.
âfuckâ keep doing thatâ you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.
he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.
âso fucking prettyâ he whispers quietly.
you attempt to lower your legs. feeling itâs gonna be too much.
ânuh-uh keep them hereâ he pushes back, âso tightâ he closes his eyes.
youâre a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.
âthatâs right, let it go babyâ your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.
he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.
god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldnât have to lift a finger.
if onlyâŚ
âfuckâ he fucks his load â into the condom unfortunately.
after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why heâs taking so long, âwait here, iâll take you home.â
âyou donât have toâ you smile, poking his cheek.
âoh i do, iâm not done with youâ he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.
you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, âdid you see myâŚâ
ânopeâ gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.
gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.
a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing⌠toji.
gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.
âyeah i was surprised tooâ he almost forgot that megumi was with him, âthought she finally created some senseâ he confesses.
gojo doesnât say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesnât even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.
âmeet you in the classroom in fiveâ gojo disappears from megumiâs sight.
on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.
âlisten, iâ hm⌠i thought you should know that toji and i are back, soââ
âdid you tell him?â his arms are crossed.
âabout⌠us? of course not.â
âwhy? donât you think he should know?â you hear the challenge in his tone.
âno, and youâre not gonna say a word to him eitherâ you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, âmay i remind you that between the three of us thereâs a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.â
âlook at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoatâ he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, âitâs fine, iâm just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, thatâs all.â
âletâs be real, satoru. itâs not like you were going to take me on a date or anythingâ gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldnât be wrong but you didnât want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.
âthis is not going to be the last time and i donât give a damn if youâre dating him or married or widowed.â
âsatoru!â you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.
âyou can tell toji or not, i donât mind fighting himâ he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, heâs been a grown up since he was six.
before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.
satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.
he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes youâll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.
#thereâs no part 2 leave me alone#divider by @cafekitsune#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#toji x reader
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"If I turn around and there's a hero, vigilante, anti hero, villain, anything or anyone related in anyway to the Justice League, I'm going to fucking lose."
It was quiet for a second, then, "Don't turn around?"
Red fucking Robin. "What did I just say?" Phantom turned on his heel to face the young vigilante.
The kid threw his hands up, "I told you not to turn around!"
"And yet here we are," he crossed his arms. "The hell do you want?"
"You seem awfully snippy today."
"Seeing as you and everyone under the sun has been stalking me, trying to get answers to questions I'm not going to answer, I think you can excuse my attitude."
With a huff, Red Robin also crossed his arms. "How do you know what I'm going to ask if no one else has been able to talk to you?"
"Because living beings are all the same. Curiosity of the unknown drags you around by your ear." Phantom turned back to continue walking away, "Now go away."
The kid matched his pace. "No way,"
His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. "I have a meeting soon, kid. You can't come along." That was a total lie. He had nothing going on that demanded his attention now that Constantine had ditched him after getting the demon under control. Maybe he could drop by Fawcett and visit Billy?
"No you don't." This damn kid-! "You've been wandering aimlessly for the past hour."
Phantom turned again to face the vigilante. "First of all, stalking people is hella creepy. Second of all, my schedule is none of your damn business."
"Careful there, kid," Red Robin smirked, "You'll get scolded for having a potty mouth."
"I'm thirty-fucking-eight!"
"You're literally fourteen."
Phantom closed his eyes. "Nocturn give me patience," he then looked Red Robin directly in the eye, "We've had this conversation. I'm dead. I don't physically age. That doesn't change the fact that I have walked this planted for thirty-eight years. Is that simple enough for you to understand or do I need to dumb it down for you?"
Red Robin blinked, his mouth agape. What? Did he just- The nerve! The audacity! "I'll have you know," he huffed, "I'm smarter than Batman."
"He tell you that himself?"
"Yes." It was one of the only times Batman had ever praised him, so that interaction was held particularly close.
Phantom looked Red Robin up and down, his expression reading both 'are-you-serious' and 'what-do-want?-a-medal?' Without a word, he turned back to his path and began his march anew. Any attempts at conversation from Red Robin was ignored, much to the younger's chagrin. Maybe he'd go away if he ignored him long enough.
Phantom and Red Robin wandered for the better part of an hour, not so much as a word passing between them. Neither stopped for any reason, and neither broke the set pace. It could almost be considered a friendly stroll through the city, if one ignored the slight apprehension surrounding the two.
Red Robin took this time to observe Phantom. He'd never spent too much time around anyone from the JLD who wasn't Raven, so he took the opportunity to get to know another on the team.
Phantom insisted that he was thirty-eight, not fourteen, and that the reason he looks as young as he does is because he looks like he did when he died. Not a comforting thought in the slightest. He knew that, though, when B had briefed him on all the members of or associated with the Justice League.
His powerset was almost completely unknown. They'd all seen him use a flight/levitation ability, as well as some form of density shifting and a healing factor, but Red Robin was more than sre that Phantom had more up his sleeve than that. He worked as a part of the JLD team, so he had to have some magical understanding or capabilities. But Raven wouldn't tell him if she knew, no matter how much he pestered her.
Looking at the kid now, Red Robin seriously wondered if Phantom had a civilian disguise. Ether white hair, toxic green eyes, the glow he seems to give off, and the contrasting bright white and vantablack suit and gloves he wore could not be easy to hide.
There was also a slight sense of unease Red Robin felt when looking at or being around Phantom for a long time. He hadn't noticed it before, but now it was as obvious as a neon sign. It was a strange mix of Uncanny Valley and sinking horror. Why was he feeling like this?
Phantom stopped in his tracks in a dead end alley. Without turning around he said, "Alright, spit it out. What do you want to ask?"
Red Robin hesitated for a moment. Surely it couldn't be that easy? Was Phantom really going to answer his questions? He shook his head to snap himself out of it.
"Come on, kid," Phantom pulled a piece of chalk from his front pocket. "I don't have all day."
Red Robin wanted to scoff because he most certainly did have all day. But, he pushed it aside. He was about to get answers that not even the Justice League could get! He decided to start of easy. "When did you die?"
"Try again." was the growled response.
"What?"
"I said 'Try again'."
Okay, okay. Touchy. "Why'd you join the Justice League?"
"I was bored." It was clipped. Phantom's on edge. Why?
"What're the rest of your powers? I know you have more than what you've shown everyone."
Phantom walked to the wall and started to draw a door on it with the chalk. "Next question."
Red Robin rolled his eyes. "Fine. How did you die?"
Every movement from Phantom froze. Every minute, involuntary twitch, even the telling signs of breathing. For a long minute, nothing happened and Red Robin had the dawning sense that he'd just asked something he really shouldn't have.
Phantom drew a circle in the rectangle he'd drawn on the wall, completing the door. "I'm going to give you a piece of advice that you seem to have completely glossed over." The piece of chalk was hidden away as he gripped the now 3D door handle. "If you value your life, don't ask the dead how they died." He opened the door and stepped through before looking back at the red clad vigilante. "They won't be so nice about it." Then, the door closed and the chalk erased itself.
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i thought of you so often.
arthur morgan x reader.
⧠tags : fem!reader (gendered language, explicit use of she/her in reference to reader), children / planning on children, generally sappiness, fluff, au where nothing bad happens to arthur hdskjsdkfhsj.
⧠wc : 2.4k (???)
⧠a/n : arthur morgan.... save me arthur morgan....also not a super original thought but i can't Stop thinking about it.
⧠synopsis : a collection of love letters, all unfinished, tucked somewhere you aren't meant to find them. oh, arthur loves you more than you knew.
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・â
You try to keep out of Arthur's belongings.
He's owed some privacy, for one. More than that, you've never felt any reason to look into it. Arthur isn't a man of many words, though you catch moments of his introspection should you pry. He isn't stoic, neither. And above all things, he's kind. Really truly kind in a way that makes him different from other men.
You don't have any complaints about him is what you mean. Unlike the men you've loved before, there are no short-comings of Arthur that would drive you to wanting to investigate his own personal things. Especially something so personal like his journals, prior or present.
On top of that, you were there with him through everything. You were part of the gang and stayed by him when it all fell apart. It was towards the end of that that Arthur came to you near frenzied, told you his plans, his thoughts. Confided in you and no less than begged to go with him where he ran.
You loved Arthur enough to stay, and so things ended - and you ran. There isn't much his journal could tell that you couldn't surmise on your own.
It's been years now, and you've long since left that life. You live with Arthur quietly, peaceful in the moments with a garden and kitty sweet as sugar.
It's a good life. An honest, quiet one sometimes to the point of being boring. You rarely miss the action, though occasionally you'll take up a bounty just to feel alive and make some money.
Mostly though, you live as unassuming folk. No bloodshed, no wardens, no gunslinging.
Been talk between you both about having a baby, recently. Serious talk. You've made some money between here and there, and you've got a good life. You've traveled too. But it gets a little lonely, and you don't really get your fill with just Jack when John and Abi are ways away.
Before anything like that, though - you need to clear some space. Empty out some belongings and things collecting dust. Living in one place for too long creates all sorts of mess, you find. When Arthur is home to help, he does - but he's been busy lately figuring something out with Charles. Some business venture related to ranching that you know nothing about so far. They'll tell you when its ready.
Usually when you're tidying, you keep to just your things, or your shared things - but Arthur has lived more life than you. It shows in that big closet space filled with nick-knacks he has yet to toss.
You'd mentioned it to him not too long ago and he'd given you permission to go through them.
(A kiss to your forehead from chapped lips and hands holding your waist, Arthur hums in acknowledgement as you ask his permission.
"Ain't nothing I gotta hide from you. Do whatever you need.)
But like you said - you try to keep your nose out of his business if it's not necessary for you to be in it in anyway.
You weren't trying to look through his things, really. You started cleaning, worked your way to that last box. Up on a shelf in his closet, a little too high for you to reach easily. You made a misstep and dropped the damn thing. It barely missed your head as the whole thing fell open, and out came journals and papers and photographs.
You've always known Arthur to be sentimental, so none of it has been particularly surprising. A photo of wolves and him on a horse, the picture from John and Abigail's engagement. Some other scraps of sentimental value.
And then there was a journal. Not Arthur's journal that he's always using, but another you've never seen before. You know Arthur journals, seen the thing plenty though you never look unless he shows you first.
A journal with a dark brown stained leather binding, fallen open and your name scrawled out in pencil lead at the top of it.
The curiosity got the better of you, okay? Not your damn fault.
So you're thinking on it.
The fabric of your skirt is pooled out underneath you as you hold the thing in your hands, sitting down on the ground surrounded by things. You've stowed away everything else that fell out from the box after ensuring it was intact, including Arthur's journals. Everything with the exception of the one you're holding.
Some guilt eats at you. You don't wanna upset him potentially by having looked. Even if he gave you permission, looking in the damn thing is a little different. But your name was there so clearly, and well - you didn't think he wrote about you. Apart from here and there, maybe.
You hold the book out in front of you with a sigh, looking fondly at his name ingrained in the leather. You press your forehead against it with, resigning yourself completely.
"Lord forgive my pryin'," You mumble, hoping it's enough to absolve you.
Your heart feels funny as you let your fingers trace over the hard edge of the front cover, one eye shut as you start to open it slow.
The first few pages are nothing special.
A page outlining who the journal belongs to and when it was started, and some doodles of yarrow and oleander. The pages after that filled with mundane entries. About people he met or things he saw, all endearing to you. The corners of your lips tug up slightly.
You really love this man helplessly.
You flip through a few more pages, many of them blank before writing starts to appear again. Little by little, you find passages. You look to the dates up at the corner (though not all of them have one) and trace the timeline. This is from all the way back in Horseshoe Overlook.
It feels like ages ago now.
You look at a page with no date, and reading the writing in it. There's doodles of flowers and trees along the bottom of the page. The words are easy enough to make out - because Arthur has the most unusually beautiful handwriting.
There's some entries about you. At first, they all include your name in some context. Mentioned in the same way Arthur might mention Hosea or Abigail. The further you go, the less you see it. The more you become her and she.
It's a trend. The longer you read, the less there is about anyone else. Just you and all your silly idiosyncrasies tucked between pages. Something lovestruck and foolish lights its match in you.
Saw a body hanging at the tracks at Valentine. A gruesome sight. I told her about it and she laughed. Asked me to take her to see it. A strange woman, by all accounts.
You feel yourself smile a little as you continue to flip through the pages.
She joined me riding into town today. Said she had some business to attend but would not tell me any details. After, she came with me to purchase a new gun. I engraved a snake into it's handle, per her request.
Another few pages littered with drawings of delicate berries and waterfalls before you stumble across more writing. The more you flip, the longer the passages become you.
You can't tear your eyes away.
Rained today. Nothing too terrible or worth mentioning, except that she nearly caught a cold playing in it. I brought her coffee to keep her warm, but could not scold her further upon seeing her delight.
Another passage, this time written with messier hand writing. A coffee stain splatters on the white of the page.
Your heart tugs on itself. Swells about a thousand sizes. To think he wrote so much of your time together between these pages.
You read and read and read - and each passage is a little more mundane at the last. Some pages go on in vivid detail, but others are so short you aren't sure what to make of the fact he wrote them at all. As if such little details were important enough to keep in mind.
I picked a flower for her. I thought it would suit her taste. It was white with delicate petals. I did not know the name.
She wore it in her hair this evening. I find I can't stop grinning.
One passage on the next few pages, longer than the rest, catches your eye. From later in your time together, written when you were in Leymone. Near Scarlett Meadows and before the mess in Saint Denis.
After Arthur had been kidnapped.
I have gone on and on about the business with Colm O'Driscoll in many entries before this one. Yet, I find it difficult to forget. Many times I have come close to death, and still no experience lingers on my mind quite like this one. Everyone has done their best to look after me. For that I am grateful, though I do not care for being looked after. What use am I like this, I wonder? Perhaps, I should simply be grateful to be alive and in one piece, if a little uglier than I was. Alongside Miss Grimshaw and Miss Tilly, she has been by my side while I recovered. Such a carefree woman and yet I have seen her cry and weep over me countless times in the last few weeks alone. The decent man in me is apologetic for causing sorrow. Perhaps, it is the outlaw in me that feels some strange relief or satisfaction. Her fussing does not give me any grief. If anything, I find myself all the more endeared. Such a decent woman does not belong in a place like this. I hope she is able to go somewhere far away and live peacefully. I am not so shameless to want anything more. The time together we have spent, I will make sure to cherish.
Something painful and pitiful tugs at your heart. Even when Arthur admitted his feelings for you, he had started it on a similar tangent. You tell him often that you're the one who feels out of bounds with him. That a man as decent and as honest as him often feels like too much for you to have so easily.
A tear slips from your eye and you laugh at your own sentimentality, wiping it away before it can splatter onto the pages.
The further you read, the more sporadic entries become. You find that there are pages filled with sketches of you, but many of them are scratched out or half erased - like he did not find them good enough. Of your side profile, of your hands, of you pointing at a target with a gun. You feel a strange feeling of love wash over you.
Instead of concrete thoughts, you're met with Arthur's abstract. Subtle complexities and studies. There's honest tenderness in the way he sketches you and the words he chooses to caption each with. Lighter, thinner lines. Smaller doodles like stray daydreams caught onto a page.
You've never doubted Arthur in his love for you, quiet man he is - but it proves to overwhelm when presented to you in such a way.
You get to back pages. There, you're finally met with more writing. Except, instead of journal entries, there's the start of letters. You find your name at the top of the page.
Over and over. Love letters, all unfinished or scrapped. Written over and over and over, but not completed. There's tens of them at least. You've never received a love letter from Arthur before, though it's nothing you fault him for.
Now you're almost glad. You like this much better.
My darling girl My muse The better half of me, I must find some way to tell you all of what I think of you. It seems no words do it justice, I'm afraid. Still, it is in my best interest to try.
Damn that man.
When you find yourself starting to weep, you don't fight the feeling. You merely shut the book closed and set it in your lap before crying into your hands.
Such overwhelmingly happy tears. You feel off balance. If the whole world turned on its head this very minute, you're unsure you'd notice. What a decent, honest man you've come to love. What a tender one.
In the middle of your crying, you don't hear the door open or close. Nor do you hear Arthur's heavy footfall until he's in the doorway, with a voice worried half to death.
"Sweetheart, what in the hell?"
You turn your head to look at him, watching his eyes widen at your tear stained face. You clamber to your feet hurriedly, book dropping onto the ground next to you as you throw yourself at him as soon as you can.
Arthur is a steady enough man not to stumble when you do, though you can feel his apprehension. Eventually, he circles his arms around your waist. His hugs are strong. Bout strong as him and then some. An arm wrapped around your waist, the other crossed over your back all around your shoulder. Full pressure as he squeezes you tight, patting the back of your head.
"I leave you alone for a few hours. What has gotten into you, little lady?"
You pull back and and look at him, wet lashes and all, before leaning up to kiss him. Arthur meets your lips chastely at first before making a noise of surprise as you kiss him further. You use both hands to grab his face as you do, scruff scratching against your skin. His lips are soft, welcoming. He melts into the touch, so easily - blue eyes lovestruck as you pull away.
"You know I love you, don't you Arthur? More than anyone in this crazy world we live in,"
His face softens visibly. He smiles at you, touching his head to yours.
"Somehow, I do. Though, I'm wonderin' what the hell brought this on."
You tuck your face against his chest, feeling his laughter reverb through you at the way you cling to him so fervently. You sniffle as you talk.
"Found your journal. The one about me,"
He goes stiff, then silent. When you look up again, he's blushing red. He pinches his brow.
"Lord, I'd forgotten all about it,"
You shake your head.
"Ain't nothing for you to be embarrassed about. You are so wonderful,"
He pouts at you. Your heart swells. "You ain't helping with the embarrassment."
You hold him further. Hug him so tight, worried he'll disappear if you don't.
"I love you, Arthur."
"You already told me once, didn'tcha?"
"And I'll tell you one thousand times over," You emphasize, pouting at him. "Really. I love you,"
"I love you too sweetheart," His hand cups your face, thumb brushing along your waterline. "Don't cry no more. Spoils that pretty face."
"I'll try but I don't know if it's all out of me,"
Arthur laughs, pressing a kiss against your hairline. "Guess I'll just have to wipe your tears."
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#zero.writes#rogues love letters#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan fluff#rdr2 x reader#rdr2 fluff#red dead redemption x reader#this is so lovesick and silly i feel so miserable#I AM A JOHN GIRL. BUT. well that deadbeat father and bastard isnt gonna write you love letters like arthur im afraid
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Making Up After an Argument With: Vice Housewardens + Kalim
part 1 with overblot gang + rollo
more hurt/comfort for the soul!
Trey Clover:
It had been days since your argument with Trey. Days of agonizing silence. Days of avoiding each other in the hallways, sidestepping glances in the cafeteria, and pretending not to exist when you crossed paths in class. It was ridiculous.
You could barely even remember what you had argued about. Something about cake batter consistency? Or was it his relentless calmness in the face of your very valid cake-related frustration? Regardless, this had gone on long enough.
And you? Well, you were dramatic by nature, so if you were going to apologize to Trey, it needed to be big. Monumental. The stuff of legends.
So you did what any normal person would do: you put together an apology that could have come straight out of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The setting: Trey's dorm room.
The plan: Apologize with flair.
The execution? Well⌠here goes.
You kicked open the door to his roomâliterally, because who needs normalcy when youâre trying to make a grand entrance?
âTREYYYYY!!!â you wailed, throwing yourself to the floor dramatically as if you had just collapsed under the weight of your own misery. You didnât even bother getting upâno, you stayed there, prone on the floor, arms stretched out in a cross shape like you were trying to summon a deity.
Trey looked up from his desk, eyes wide in utter disbelief at the absolute spectacle in front of him. His glasses slid down his nose slightly as he blinked, staring at you as if he couldnât decide whether to laugh or be concerned.
â...what are you doing?â he asked, his voice slow, measured, and cautious. This was so much even for you.
You grabbed a pillow from his bed, clutching it to your chest as you rolled over dramatically, eyes squinted in faux despair. âI have wronged you, dear Trey,â you moaned, as though you were performing an award-winning monologue on stage. âI have been a FOOL, a BRAT, a mere shadow of the decent human I once was. I came here to THROW MYSELF at your FEET and beg for FORGIVENESS!â
Trey blinked again. He was so calm that it almost made you want to scream. This was serious! You were performing your soul out right now!
You pushed yourself up to your knees, crawling a little closer to him, throwing your arms up to the ceiling. âI have spent these past few days in agony,â you continued, voice now filled with the heavy weight of tragic longing. âMy life without you has been like a cupcake without frosting! Like tea without sugar! Likeâlike⌠a world without your glasses to reflect the sunlight into my soul!â
Trey pressed his lips together, clearly fighting back a smile. You continued, undeterred.
âMy heart is broken, shattered, like the eggs we once cracked together to make the finest sponge cake. And now⌠now, Trey Clover, I come to you, humble and pleading. I ask you to take pity on this poor wretch who was too blind to see the treasure before them. Forgive me, Trey. Please. Donât let me die from thisâthis unbearable torment!â
There was a pause. A long one. Trey stared at you with that soft, almost amused expression, and then he sighed, shaking his head as he got up from his desk.
âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â he said, walking over to you. He crouched down beside you, his tone gentle despite the absurdity of the situation.
Still fully committed to your performance, you grabbed his hands and held them to your chest, staring up at him with wide, imploring eyes. âRidiculous for you, Trey. Only for you.â
He finally broke, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at you, shaking his head. âAlright, alright. Get up. You donât have to be so over the top.â
You hesitated, playing up the pause before you dramatically threw yourself onto him, burying your face into his stomach like a child seeking forgiveness. âI wonât get up until you forgive me!â you cried, muffled against his shirt.
Trey let out a sigh of fond exasperation, patting the top of your head like you were an unruly puppy. âYouâre impossible.â
With a final chuckle, he pulled you up to your feet. âI forgive you. You donât have to grovel,â he said, his voice warm, but there was something in his eyes that looked a little distant, a little⌠sad?
Thatâs when the theatrics faded. You could see it, plain as day, the little dip in his expression, the way his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. Something wasnât right.
You tilted your head, watching him carefully. âHey⌠is something wrong?â
Trey blinked, glancing away for a second before letting out a small sigh. âNo, itâs⌠itâs nothing. Really.â
You stepped closer, lowering your voice as you rested a hand on his arm. âTrey, come on. I know you better than that.â
He hesitated, then ran a hand through his hair, glancing out the window before he finally spoke. âItâs just⌠I didnât know if youâd come back.â His voice was quieter now, more vulnerable than youâd ever heard it. âI thought⌠I donât know, maybe youâd decide that Iâm not as interesting or⌠exciting as some of the other people around here. Iâm just the guy who bakes and keeps everything running smoothly.â
You felt your heart twist at his words. Trey, always so calm and collected, always in the background, thinking he wasnât enough? How wrong he was.
âTreyâŚâ you said softly, stepping even closer now, so close that your forehead was practically brushing his chest. âYouâre wrong. Youâre everything I want. Youâre more than enough.â
He looked down at you, surprised by the sincerity in your voice.
You reached up, cupping his face gently in your hands, making him look directly at you. âYou donât have to be flashy or dramatic or anything else. I donât want that. I just want you. The Trey who cares, who listens, whoâs always there when I need him, even when Iâm being a total idiot.â You smiled softly. âYouâre steady, and thatâs what makes you special. Not everyone else.â
Treyâs eyes softened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, like he was trying to process your words. Then, with a small, almost shy smile, he pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you as if he was afraid to let go.
âThank you,â he murmured into your hair, his voice low and full of emotion.
You squeezed him back, your earlier theatrics now a distant memory as you felt the warmth of his embrace. âI mean it, Trey. Youâre perfect the way you are.â
There was a moment of quiet, just the two of you standing there, holding onto each other. It wasnât grand or dramaticâit was simple, and honest, and perfect.
And then, because you couldnât help yourself, you whispered, âPlus, your cakes are way better than anyone elseâs.â
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYou really are something else, you know that?â
You grinned against his chest. âOnly for you, Trey. Only for you.â
Ruggie Bucchi
The silent treatment between you and Ruggie had stretched on longer than either of you expected. And it was killing you. The worst part? Neither of you was budging. Stubborn as all get-out. But you werenât just any regular personâyou were extra. If you were going to break the silence, youâd do it in the most dramatic, over-the-top way possible.
And what was Ruggieâs greatest weakness?
Food.
So, here you were, standing at the doorstep of Ruggieâs dorm with a feast in your hands. You had collected everything from the cafeteriaâpies, cakes, sandwiches, chipsâanything edible that would appeal to his sense of taste, because this wasnât just about an apology; this was an event.
And like any event, you were about to turn this into the most theatrical, food-based apology in the history of NRC.
You knocked on his door three times. The door creaked open slightly, and Ruggie peeked through the gap, eyes narrowing when he saw you standing there. âWhat do you want?â
He still sounded salty. But, of course, you had prepared for this.
âI come⌠bearing gifts,â you said, lifting the massive tray of food with all the grandeur of a royal presenting treasure to the king. âA peace offering! An apology! A banquet for the ages!â
Ruggieâs eyes widened as he took in the sheer amount of food. âWhat is all this?â
âOur reconciliation,â you declared, dramatically. âI come humbly, with my arms full of all that your stomach desires. For I have wronged you, Ruggie Bucchi, and I must beg for forgiveness in the only way I know howâwith food.â
Ruggie stared at you, lips twitching as if he wasnât sure whether to laugh or kick you out. âYouâre being ridiculous.â
âI know,â you wailed, feigning anguish. âIâm a fool, Ruggie! A foolish, foolish person! But a fool who knows that you wonât stay mad when thereâs a perfectly good tray of sandwiches right in front of you.â
He arched a brow. âYouâre bribing me with food?â
âAbsolutely.â
He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you as if sizing you up. âWhat if I say no?â
Without missing a beat, you plopped yourself down on the floor, placing the tray on your lap. âThen Iâll just sit here and eat everything in front of your door until you feel so guilty, youâll have to forgive me.â
There was a beat of silence before Ruggie snorted, unable to keep the smirk off his face. âYouâre crazy.â
âAnd yet⌠you havenât closed the door,â you shot back, giving him a sly smile.
Ruggie let out a long-suffering sigh but stepped aside, allowing you into his dorm room with all your extravagant offerings.
Once inside, you laid the food out on the table as if setting up for a feast. Plates and bowls and traysâeverything perfectly arranged in the most ridiculous spread you could muster. You turned to him, arms open wide like a game show host revealing the grand prize.
âFor you, my dear, a meal to rival kings!â you announced with a flourish. âAnd also my heartfelt apology.â
Ruggie eyed the spread, trying to keep his expression neutral, but you could see the gears turning. You knew him. He wasnât one to say no to free food, no matter how petty he was being.
âIâm listening,â he said, finally, leaning against the table as if he wasnât already plotting which dish to devour first.
You placed a hand on your heart, staring at him with as much sincerity as you could muster. âRuggie, Iâm sorry. I was being a brat. I didnât mean to snap at you over something so small, and I definitely didnât mean to let it drag out like this.â You paused, grabbing a sandwich and holding it out to him as if it were a peace token. âPlease forgive me?â
He looked at the sandwich, then at you, and then, after a long moment of hesitation, he snatched it out of your hand. âFine, fine. Youâre lucky I canât stay mad when thereâs food involved.â
You grinned, relief washing over you. âYouâre easy to bribe.â
âYouâre easy to apologize to,â he shot back, taking a huge bite of the sandwich. âBut yeah⌠I forgive you.â
You relaxed, plopping down into a chair across from him as you watched him devour the food with the same efficiency that he handled everything in life. But there was still something in his eyesâsomething that looked a little off, even though he was joking around now.
And then, almost as if reading your thoughts, Ruggie spoke.
âHey,â he said, his voice quieter now, less playful. âI⌠I gotta admit something.â
You blinked, straightening up a little. âYeah?â
Ruggie leaned back in his chair, staring down at the sandwich in his hands. âI know we fought over something stupid, but... Iâve been thinking. I was scared, yâknow?â He let out a bitter laugh. âI thought maybe you were realizing you could do better than someone like me. I mean, look at meâIâm always hustling, always trying to scrape by. Penny-pinching, scheming⌠Iâm not like all those rich, flashy guys youâre surrounded by.â
His words hung in the air, and your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his voice.
âRuggie,â you said softly, standing up and walking over to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, making him look up at you. âWhat are you talking about? I donât care about any of that. I care about you.â
He frowned, glancing away. âYeah, but⌠itâs hard not to feel like Iâm just some background guy, yâknow? Like youâd get tired of me eventually.â
You shook your head, feeling a rush of affection for this boy who always acted like he had the world figured out but was still so worried about being left behind.
âYouâre wrong,â you said firmly, cupping his face in your hands. âYouâre not just âsome background guy.â Youâre everything to me. I donât care about money or schemes or any of that. Youâre smart, youâre funny, you make me laugh every day, and youâre always looking out for me, even when I donât deserve it.â
Ruggieâs eyes softened, his lips parting slightly like he didnât know what to say.
You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. âAnd besides,â you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, âif you think Iâm gonna find someone better than the guy who can steal a whole feast from the cafeteria without getting caught, youâre seriously underestimating how much I value your skills.â
That finally earned a chuckle from him, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath heâd been holding. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âOnly for you,â you teased, planting another kiss on his cheek, then another on the tip of his nose, and thenâjust because you couldâone more on his lips.
Ruggie, now thoroughly kissed, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. âI guess I canât stay mad at you, huh?â he murmured, his voice soft now, all the tension from earlier melting away.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your forehead against his. âNot when Iâm this cute.â
He snorted, nuzzling into you. âYeah, yeah. Just donât make a habit out of fighting with me, or Iâm gonna get spoiled from all these fancy apologies.â
You grinned. âDeal. As long as you promise to remember that youâre more than enough for me.â
Ruggie looked up at you, his usual mischievous grin returning, but there was something warmer in his eyes now, something softer. âYeah. Iâll remember.â
And with that, you pulled him in for another kiss, sealing the apology and the promise with a little extra love.
Jade Leech:
The silent treatment between you and Jade Leech had been going on for far too long now. And, sure, you could be stubborn. You could match his pettiness tit-for-tat. But at some point, even the most ridiculous battles need a ceasefire. And this particular cold war was starting to wear you both down.
The tension had grown so thick it could probably be bottled and sold as premium-grade eelskin moisturizer. You weren't sure what had gotten you both so worked up in the first placeâsomething about a miscommunication over a rare mushroom and your tendency to call out his cryptic grins. It snowballed from there.
But today, you were going to be the bigger person.
Which meant it was time to break the ice. And not with any ordinary apologyâoh, no. Jade Leech wasnât a man swayed by simple words and chocolates. You needed something grander, something that spoke to his peculiar interests and refined tastes.
And that's how you found yourself in the local black marketâer, highly exclusive specialty shopâshelling out way too much money for some ultra-rare terrarium material. You didnât know what it was, exactly. It was glowy, mossy, and something Jade would probably coo over like a proud parent. Perfect.
And you had a plan. Not just any apology planâoh no, you were going to kill this with a one-two punch of heartfelt apology and a sweet gesture that no petty argument could stand up to.
That evening, you found yourself standing outside Mostro Lounge with your rare terrarium goods tucked under one arm and a small, handmade "Iâm Sorry" cake under the other. Because if thereâs one thing Jade Leech loves, it's weird, rare plant materials.
The Mostro Lounge was quiet, the perfect setup for your grand gesture. You pushed open the door and slipped inside, only to find Jade sitting at one of the tables, clearly deep in thought.
You cleared your throat loudly, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours, narrowing slightly. Oh, good, he was still feeling salty.
"Jade," you called out in a dramatic, over-the-top tone, walking toward him like you were making a royal entrance. "I come bearing gifts. The finest of gifts." You carefully set the rare terrarium material on the table before pulling the cake out of the box with a flourish.
Jade raised an eyebrow, his expression carefully neutral. âAh, how⌠thoughtful. And what, pray tell, is this?â he asked, eyeing the mossy material as if it were an amusing trinket.
You straightened up, grinning. âA rare moss that only grows under the full moon in the volcanic pits of the Obsidian Islands. I fought off twelve merchants for it. I might have bruised a kidney in the process, but hey, it's worth it for you."
Jade blinked, but his lips twitched. "How charmingly excessive," he said, though his tone was still icy. âAnd the cake?â
You set the cake down with a proud smile. âHomemade. No eels were harmed in the making of it, I promise. Consider it a peace offering⌠because, you know⌠maybe weâve been a little ridiculous?â
Jadeâs eyes slid back to the terrarium material, then back to you, and you could see that familiar glint of amusement cracking through his carefully composed exterior. âA little ridiculous? Hmm, perhaps thatâs one way to put it.â
You rolled your eyes. âOh, câmon, Jade. Weâve both been petty, and itâs getting us nowhere. You donât want to be in this weird stalemate forever, do you?â
He tilted his head, regarding you with that infuriatingly polite smile. âI was under the impression that this was a competition to see who could hold out the longest. But perhaps I underestimated your resolve.â
You groaned, but before you could say anything snarky back, Jadeâs gaze softened. He looked down at the cake, then at the terrarium material, and sighedâa sound so small and uncharacteristically vulnerable that it made your chest tighten.
"Truth be told,â he murmured, âI was beginning to think that this was the final straw. That I had ruined something good by being⌠well, myself." His voice dropped in volume, and for once, there wasnât a hint of teasing or sarcasm in it.
You blinked. Waitâwhat?
Jade Leech thought you were going to leave him? You? Sure, you'd had fights before, but this one was different, wasnât it? Still, the way he looked at you nowâguard down, that polite mask starting to crumbleâit hit you like a ton of bricks.
âJadeâŚâ You set the cake aside and moved toward him, gently tugging him into a hug. âIâm not going anywhere. You donât get rid of me that easily.â
For a moment, he was stiff, still clinging to his composure. But then, ever so slowly, his arms wrapped around you, and he buried his face into your shoulder.
âI didnât realize how much this argument was bothering you,â you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. âI thought we were both being silly, but⌠I should have known better. I shouldâve just apologized sooner.â
Jade was quiet for a few long moments, his arms tightening around you. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than youâd ever heard it. âI wasnât sure if youâd come back. I thought perhaps youâd realized you deserved better than⌠well, someone like me. Someone so focused on... mischief."
You leaned back just enough to cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. âJade Leech, do you honestly think Iâd walk away because youâre⌠what, a little mysterious? Please. I love that about you.â You smiled, brushing a thumb over his cheek. âYouâre smart, and you make life interesting. You mean the world to me.â
Jadeâs eyes widened slightly, and for once, he looked genuinely surprised. Then, slowly, a small smile crept onto his lipsâsoft, real, and free of his usual smugness.
âYou have quite the way with words,â he murmured, leaning into your touch.
âIâve been practicing,â you teased, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Jade melted into the kiss, and when you finally pulled back, he looked more at ease than he had in days.
âThank you,â he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
You kissed him again, softer this time, before pulling him into another tight hug. âNo more silent treatment, okay? Next time, letâs just talk things out before it gets ridiculous.â
Jade chuckled softly, nodding. âAgreed. Though I must say, your dramatic apology was quite entertaining.â
You grinned. âI aim to please.â
And with that, the two of you spent the rest of the evening laughing, eating cake, andâmost importantlyâmaking up. The argument was forgotten, and all that remained was the warmth of knowing that, no matter what, you and Jade would always find your way back to each other.
Kalim Al-Asim
It was completely out of character for you and Kalim to fight. Kalim Al-Asimâthe boy with the heart as bright as a thousand sunsâwasnât exactly the type to harbor negativity. Arguments just didnât happen between the two of you. Heâd smile, laugh it off, and find some extravagant way to make peace, usually involving some form of spontaneous celebration or showering you with gifts.
But this time, something had gone awry. The fight had left a sour taste in your mouth, and, even more surprising, you had given him the silent treatment for days.
Days! As if that was even possible. Kalim had tried to make things right, sending you lavish gifts, offering up trips to the oasis, and practically begging with those big, shimmering eyes. But you had stood firm, giving him the cold shoulder. It wasnât until now, while pacing your room, that you realized just how ridiculous it all was.
Kalim wasnât a bad guy. He wasnât even remotely deserving of being treated this way. Life was too short, and giving Kalim the silent treatment was like trying to dim the sun itself. It was painful, unnatural, and only left the world a little darker.
You had to apologize. But you couldnât just say sorry. Not for Kalim. No, you had to do something that would reach deep into his soul, something that screamed, âI am sorry for being a fool and depriving you of my radiant presence!ââin true Kalim fashion.
The door to Scarabia swung open with a flourish, and you marched in, carrying your âapologyâ in the most dramatic, over-the-top way possible. In your arms was a golden tray, laden with every dessert known to man.
Sweets from the farthest reaches of the desert, cakes stacked like miniature mountains, and the crown jewel: a massive tower of Baklava, glistening with honey and topped with an edible diamond (you might have gone a little overboard).
Kalim was sitting by the fountain in the common room, looking forlorn. But when he saw you approaching with this ridiculous confectionary masterpiece, his face lit up like a firework display. "Whaâ? Whatâs all this?!" he asked, scrambling to his feet.
You set the tray down with a flourish, sweeping an arm dramatically over the display. âKalim Al-Asim! I come bearing a humble offering. It may not be enough to express the depths of my regret, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me!â
Kalimâs face softened immediately, the ghost of a grin pulling at his lips. "Aww, you didnât have to do all this! I was just about to apologize to you, I swear!"
You shook your head dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear. âNo, Kalim! Iâve been a fool! Life without your smile is like the desert without waterâa barren wasteland of misery! Please, let me make it up to you with this absurdly lavish, entirely unnecessary, but very tasty display of affection.â
He burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âOkay, okay, youâre forgiven! You didnât have to go this far!â He gave you a playful nudge, already eyeing the tower of sweets with a twinkle in his eye.
Naturally, Kalim being Kalim, his first instinct was to throw a party. âThis calls for a celebration!â he exclaimed. âLetâs invite everyone over, get the music going, andâ"
But something was off. His words were as excited as ever, but his smileâhis smile didnât reach his eyes. Normally, Kalim's enthusiasm was infectious, a hurricane of joy sweeping everyone up in its path. But now, there was a dimness to it, like someone had put a filter over the sunshine that was Kalim Al-Asim.
You narrowed your eyes. âWait a second.â You grabbed him by the arm, dragging him toward his room without explanation.
Kalim, too surprised to resist, blinked as you pulled him inside, shutting the door behind you. âWhatâs going on?â he asked, still trying to piece together what was happening.
âSit,â you commanded, pointing to the bed. He sat, confusion still written all over his face, and you kneeled beside him, hands resting on his knees. âAlright, spill it.â
âSpill what?â
âYou know what,â you said, voice softening now. âYour smile⌠it wasnât right. Thatâs not your real smile. Whatâs wrong, Kalim?â
He hesitated, looking down at his hands for a moment before sighing. âItâs justâŚâ He trailed off, fiddling with the fabric of his pants. âI donât like it when we fight. And I keep thinking... maybe you deserve someone better. Someone who wonât make you mad in the first place. Someone whoâs smarter, more⌠competent. I always mess up, donât I? And you shouldnât have to deal with that.â
Your heart clenched, and you felt a surge of both love and exasperation well up inside you. How could he think that? Him, of all people? You reached out, grabbing his face in both hands and squishing his cheeks together. âKalim,â you said sternly, âYou listen to me, and you listen good.â
His cheeks were smooshed, making him look utterly ridiculous, but he nodded as best as he could under your grip.
âI donât want someone else. I donât want someone more âcompetentâ or âsmarter.â I want you, Kalim Al-Asim. You, with your big heart, your endless optimism, and your ability to turn every day into a celebration. You mean everything to me, and no amount of silly arguments is going to change that.â
You released his cheeks, and he blinked at you, wide-eyed. âReally?â His voice was muffled and still slightly smooshed.
âReally,â you said, smiling warmly. âYouâre my sunshine, Kalim. Life would be so boring without you.â
Before he could say anything, you leaned in and peppered his face with kissesâon his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, anywhere you could reach. He laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within him, and you could finally see that brightness returning to his eyes. The real smile. The one that could light up an entire palace.
âOkay, okay! I believe you!â he managed to say between fits of laughter, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar warmth. âIâm sorry for being petty,â you murmured. âI love you, Kalim.â
His grip tightened around you, and you could feel him smiling against your hair. âI love you too. And hey, no more fighting, okay?â
You nodded against his chest, feeling the weight of the past few days lift off your shoulders. âNo more fighting. And no more throwing parties after apologies, okay? Letâs just⌠enjoy this.â
He chuckled softly. âDeal. But can we still eat the Baklava tower?â
You pulled back, grinning. âObviously.â
With that, the two of you sat there for a while longer, tangled in each otherâs arms, basking in the warmth of reconciliation. And for the first time in days, everything felt right again.
Rook Hunt
You had been giving Rook the silent treatment for far too long now. At first, it was easy to ignore his poetic attempts at reconciliationâhis dramatic speeches and flowers left in odd places (your shoes, under your pillow, even in your lunch). You had to admit, the guy was persistent, but you were stubborn. Stubborn, and maybe a bit petty.
But you missed him.
Which is why, today, youâd decided it was time to apologize. And not just any apology. No, no, no. This was Rook Hunt, the king of extravagance, drama, and all things flamboyant. If you were going to apologize, it had to be big.
You strutted through the hallways with purpose, a plan in place. Rook wouldnât know what hit him.
When you finally found him, he was in the courtyard, gazing wistfully into the distance like some sort of Renaissance painting brought to life. Of course. Typical Rook.
You cleared your throat loudly, enough to get his attention. When his head snapped toward you, his eyes widening, you saw the hopeful glimmer in them. But you didnât let him speakânot yet.
âNo need for words, Rook Hunt,â you announced dramatically, extending one arm out wide and placing a hand over your heart as if you were in a Shakespearean tragedy. âFor today, I come to seek your forgiveness!â
Rook blinked, clearly confused but intrigued. That was your in.
âI have wronged you, my dearest huntsman,â you continued, falling to your knees in a sweeping motion, as if you were collapsing under the weight of your guilt. âI have ignored you, punished you with silence for far too long, and for this, I am truly repentant.â
By now, Rook was staring at you, utterly captivated by your performance, which only encouraged you to go bigger.
âI have been petty, unreasonable, and blind to your affections,â you said, throwing your hands to the sky as if appealing to the heavens themselves. âBut today, I seek redemption! I beg of you, O Rook Hunt, forgive me, for I cannot live another day without hearing your flowery prose, without basking in your eccentric glory!â
Rookâs lips twitched, and he brought a hand to his mouth, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. But you werenât finished.
âTo prove my sincerity, I offer you a token,â you declared, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a single, crumpled daisy. You held it up to him with both hands as if it were a royal gift. âA humble flower, to represent the fragile beauty of our love. Please, accept it.â
Rook stared at the flower, then at you, before finally, he cracked. His laughter spilled out, echoing in the courtyard. He dropped to one knee in front of you, his shoulders shaking with amusement. âMon trĂŠsor, only you could outdo even my own dramatics.â
You gave him a triumphant grin, still holding out the flower. âSo⌠am I forgiven?â
Rookâs eyes softened as he reached out, taking the daisy from your hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world. âForgiven? You were never truly condemned, mon amour.â He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his usual playfulness shining through.
âGood,â you said, relieved. âI was running out of material.â
But just as you were about to stand, Rook moved faster. In a blink, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into the tightest hug youâd ever experienced. You were practically squished against him, and while you appreciated the affection, it was getting hard to breathe.
âRookâŚ?â you managed to mumble into his shoulder. âI canât⌠breathe.â
But he didnât let go. If anything, he hugged you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck. âI thought I had lost you,â he whispered, his voice low and shaky in a way that caught you off guard.
You paused, your heart sinking at the tone in his voice. Slowly, you pulled away, struggling a bit against his grip until you were able to meet his eyes. âRook? Whatâs wrong?â
He sighed, finally loosening his hold just enough to let you move, but he didnât let go entirely. His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment before he finally spoke. âI was afraid,â he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically small. âAfraid that my eccentricity⌠my quirks, my passion for the unusualâhad finally driven you away.â
You blinked in surprise. Rook, of all people, thinking you would get tired of him? The man whose energy practically radiated confidence, who seemed unshakable?
âRookâŚâ You reached up, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. âI love your quirks. I love how weird and dramatic and over-the-top you are. Itâs what makes you you.â You leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. âAnd I wouldnât change a single thing.â
His eyes widened, but you didnât stop there. You kissed the other cheek, then his forehead, peppering his face with kisses until he started laughing softly under the onslaught.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered between kisses. âI was being petty, and I took it too far. I never wanted to hurt you like that.â
Rook shook his head slightly, but he didnât pull away from your affection. âYou have no need to apologize, mon cĹur. I just⌠I couldnât bear the thought of losing your light.â
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough to make your point clear. âYouâll never lose me,â you said firmly, your forehead resting against his. âNot for being who you are. I love you, Rook. Every part of you.â
A soft smile spread across his lips as he leaned into you, his arms wrapping around you once moreâthough much gentler this time. âJe tâaime,â he murmured, his voice full of warmth. âMore than words can express.â
You grinned, pulling back just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. âI love you too, you dramatic dork.â
He chuckled, holding you close, and for a long moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, sharing quiet kisses and soft words.
It was, in its own way, the most perfect apology you couldâve ever given.
Lilia Vanrouge:
It had been days since the argument. Days! And you could practically feel your willpower disintegrating with every second that passed.
It was completely out of character for you and Lilia to fight. Normally, Liliaâs mischievous grin could melt away any tension between the two of you, but this time, something had gone awry. The disagreement wasnât even over anything important, but you both had dug your heels in out of sheer stubbornness. Now, the silence stretched on like a never-ending opera that had lost its charm halfway through Act 2.
You were on the verge of cracking. If there was one thing you couldnât handle, it was seeing Lilia go a whole day without teasing you or giving one of his random, nonsensical life lessons. And now? There was just silence. Deafening silence.
Even worse, Malleus had started giving you the look. You knew the one: his trademark âkicked puppyâ expression, like you had personally thrown a thunderstorm over his parade. Every time you walked by, his wide, draconic eyes would lock onto yours, as if begging for you to fix things with Lilia.
The final straw came one evening, after Malleus lpoked at you like you had just told him all the gargoyles were being demolished.
That was it. You couldn't take it anymore.
Lilia was sitting in the Diasomnia common room, reading some old tome, looking as composed as ever. But you knew him better than that. His usual mischievous sparkle was missing, replaced by an uncharacteristic somberness.
You needed to apologize, but it couldnât just be any apology. No, this was Lilia Vanrouge. You had to match his energy with something equally as ridiculous and dramatic.
So, you walked into the room, threw yourself onto the ground, and sprawled out like a dramatic character in an ancient tragedy, arms spread wide, face contorted in over-the-top despair. "LILIA!" you wailed, your voice echoing off the stone walls. "I cannot bear it any longer! The weight of my guilt crushes me like a boulder atop my fragile soul! Forgive me, or I shall wither away into nothingness, a mere shadow of the person I once was!"
Lilia looked up from his book, eyes widening slightly at the sheer spectacle of your apology. You threw an arm over your face, dramatically flopping onto your side, as though consumed by your own sorrow.
"If you cannot find it in your heart to forgive me," you continued, "then I shall simply expire here and now! Right here, in the common room! My ghost will haunt these halls forever, wailing tragically, and Malleus will be even sadder than before!"
Lilia finally broke into a grin, setting his book down and crossing his arms, clearly amused. "Oh, dearest, you really are laying it on thick, arenât you?"
"Iâm serious!" you declared, sitting up with dramatic flair. "Look at meâthis is the face of someone whoâs very sorry! And if I have to do more, then I will escalate! I will serenade you in the courtyard! Or... or bake you something!" You paused. "Actually, no. I wouldn't subject you to my cooking. But something dramatic will happen!"
Lilia let out a laugh, the tension that had hung between you two finally dissipating with his amusement. "Alright, alright. I believe you." He stood, walking over to where you were still sprawled out on the floor like some sort of tragedy-stricken poet. "You are forgiven."
You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a rush of relief. You stood, brushing yourself off and giving him a lopsided grin. "Thanks, Lilia. I missed you."
But just as you were about to revert back to normal, Lilia's expression shiftedâhis amusement fading into something softer, something deeper. His hands, usually light and playful, gently gripped your arms as he looked at you with an intensity that made your heart ache.
âThough,â he began, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, âthereâs something I need to say.â
You blinked, tilting your head as he continued. "Your recklessness... it scares me sometimes," he admitted, his playful tone gone, replaced with genuine vulnerability. "Iâve seen too much, lost too much over the years. And I worry. I worry that one day, youâll be the one I lose. And I canât... I canât stand the thought of that.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he kept going, his grip tightening slightly. âIâve lived for so long, but youâyouâre the brightness in this endless existence. I never thought Iâd find someone like you. And now that I have, the thought of you being the one that got awayââ He shook his head, his voice faltering. âIt terrifies me. So Iâm begging you⌠stay. Stay with me. Forever.â
Your heart clenched at his words. It was rare for Lilia to be this open, this raw. He always wore his playful mask, but right now, that mask had completely fallen away, leaving only the ancient fae who had seen too much and was so afraid of losing more.
Without thinking, you surged forward and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Iâm not going anywhere, Lilia," you whispered into his shoulder, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I promise. As long as youâll have me, Iâm staying."
He clung to you, his small frame surprisingly strong as he hugged you back, as though afraid that if he let go, you might disappear. You could feel his breath hitch, and you pulled back just enough to look at him, your heart breaking at the sight of the unshed tears in his eyes.
Gently, you leaned in and began peppering his face with soft kissesâon his cheeks, his closed eyelids, his lips. âI love you more than words can express, Lilia Vanrouge,â you murmured between kisses. âIâm sorry for being petty, for making you worry. Iâm staying. Forever.â
Lilia smiled through his tears, leaning into your affection, his fingers gently brushing your hair as he held you close. âYouâre far too good to me,â he whispered, his voice a little shaky. âThank you.â
You hugged him tightly again, resting your head against his shoulder, and for a long moment, the two of you simply stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms. The fight seemed so far away now, the pettiness and stubbornness replaced with a warmth that filled you both from the inside out.
After a while, Lilia pulled back just enough to look at you, his usual mischievous grin finally returning to his face. âThough, I have to admit, your dramatic apology was rather impressive. I might have to start a new trend of grandiose reconciliations.â
You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in days. âDonât get any ideas. I donât think I could top that performance.â
âOh, donât worry,â Lilia teased, pulling you in for another kiss. âIâll handle the dramatics from now on.â
And with that, you melted into his arms once again, the fight nothing but a distant memory as you basked in the warmth of each otherâs love.
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why do you like me so much then? || joe burrow x reader
description: why do you like him so much? everything you said made him sound like a lackluster boyfriend, so why did you like him so much?
a/n: this is either really bad, chaotic, all over the place, or just yapping. sorry. the fact that this was supposed to be a blurb?? yeah. i cannot write blurbs LOL.
thanks to @joeyb1989 and my anons for giving me inspo for this! and to joe with that sexy, bratty eyebrow raise that I can never move on from
word count: 9.2 k
warnings: angstttt, smutttt, fluff
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3 hours. That's how long it took you to get ready tonight.
You spent an uncharacteristic amount of time carefully positioning each strand of your hair, ensuring that each piece was perfectly curled and set. You made sure every piece of jewelry from your delicate necklaces to your sparkling earrings and bracelets, all of which were gifted by your boyfriend, shimmered in the warm light and reflected a soft glow. Each stroke of makeup had to look flawless to complete the look, your eye shadow blending in seamlessly as you perfected your small winged eyeliner. The silk sage green slip-on dress you woreâwith a delicate lace trimâfit your body like a glove; highlighting every aspect of your beautiful figure perfectly.Â
You looked amazing and you felt amazing for the first time in a long time. The past few weeks had been filled with strangeness and ambiguity and you were in desperate need of a change of pace. The strangeness came from how you and Joe had been a bit distant from each other lately, which was uncommon for you two. You were constantly attached at the hip, utterly fixated on each other to the point where the mere thought of being apart would lead to a state of misery and endless complaining. But this past month, you couldnât be more disconnected from each other. Joe had been so wrapped up with football training this past month to the point where it felt like you two barely saw each other, and that didn't sit well with either of you. You always used to make so much time for each other no matter what, but recently it felt like you two stopped trying.
Every time you thought of planning something to do together such as a little lunch date at your favorite cafe, or a relaxed hike around the park, even just ordering takeout and eating together on the couch while watching a movie, it would always get moved or put off till the next week because Joe had something come up. Either it was more training (which was understandable), more brand shoots (somewhat understandable), or even because he wanted to hang out with the guys--completely not understandable.Â
You were never the kind of girlfriend who would keep her boyfriend away from his friends, especially because you actually really liked Joe's friends and greatly appreciated the support they gave him, but when he started using them as an excuse to pass on spending time with you, that's when you became a bit bitter. You were the most understanding person when it came to the things Joe had going on in his life. You knew that he had a lot on his plate and couldn't always be fully present for you, but he always tried his best to be. Or at least he used to.Â
Passing on training and brand-related work was hard, but passing on hanging out with his friends once or twice so he could go through with the plans he made with his girlfriend was fairly easy.Â
It should be easy, right?
But Joe didnât do that. He instead moved your plans to hang out with them, and that hurt. He said that you could do the lunch date, hike, or takeout food & movie evening later on, but that 'later' rarely came around. He would just get swamped with more things and you'd be so focused on your work that you couldn't bother to bring up the subject again.Â
Joe noticed your increased irritation as well, but he just never said anything because he didnât feel like it was anything serious, just you in a mood. He wasn't sure what made you so resentful all of a sudden, but he knew better than to argue with you about your sudden mood swings, especially because he knew there could be over 100 reasons for them and didn't really want to set you off even more by pointing it out.Â
What Joe did notice was that you two hadn't had much one-on-one time like that recentlyâcompletely oblivious to the fact that's exactly why you were so bitterâso he decided to take the first step and offer to take you to dinner at the end of the week. You were so excited when he proposed the idea of going to dinner on Friday, looking forward to spending some much-needed quality time with the person you loved the most. He told you that he'd take you to this new steakhouse in Downtown Cincinnati and then he'd take you down to the banks so you two could lay against the grassy field and look up at the stars together, something you used to do every weekend during the off-season but something had slowly fizzled out as time went by and your weekends became a bit more intense.Â
"Every star in the universe reminds me of how much I love you. Youâre not just a part of my world; you are the center of my galaxy, and everything else revolves around the love we share," is what he told you the first time you went stargazing. Those special words have stuck with you ever since, especially the part about how youâre the center of his galaxy, but lately, it started to feel like the center of his galaxy had shifted to something other than you. You couldn't figure out when things shifted; those genuine, pacifying moments you two shared became scarily rare. In the back of your mind, you felt like you were losing him. Even though you weren't, it just felt like it, and that was the worst feeling out of them all. Nothing you did or he did made that thought go away. What you didn't or he didn't do is what made it worse.Â
You were determined to use this date as a way to move things back on track in your relationship, hopefully even talking about how off things had been lately, so thatâs why you dedicated an unusual three hours to primping and preparing. Despite your efforts to achieve perfection, Joeâs love for you was unwavering, regardless of your appearance. He adored your natural beauty, free of makeup, and cherished your tousled, messy hair. He found you just as enchanting in your old gray sweats and one of his worn-out college t-shirts that made you look oh-so tiny. You knew how indifferent he was to perfection, but you wanted everything to be excellent tonight, even if he didn't need it to be. You needed this.Â
You were filled with anticipation as you imagined walking into the restaurant with him, the warmth of his hand in yours. You could almost taste the first sip of wine, feel the soft buzz it would bring, and sense the rush of emotions as you immerse yourself in the familiar and comforting bubble of your love for each other. You needed to feel that again so badly.
You took one final look in the mirror, "Damn, I look good. Heâs going to love this," you whispered to yourself as your eyes navigated up and down your figure before giving yourself a small nod of approval and exiting the bathroom. You grabbed your white chanel handbag which was one of the many birthday gifts he had gotten you last month and made your way out of the shared bedroom and down the stairs, a big smile on your face as you were expecting an adorable, dressed, and ready Joe awaiting your arrival. But as you reached the last few steps, your smile dropped as you were met with the exact opposite.Â
You were met with a Joe dressed in gray sweatpants and an old LSU tee whose back was facing you while he was sitting on the couch, had his headset on, and was playing video games on the TV.Â
"Today is Friday, right?" you whispered to yourself as you pulled your phone to read the date, which showed that it was in fact Friday and you weren't crazy.
"Joe?" you called out as you slipped your phone back into your bag, slowly walking down the couple of steps you had left with a look of sheer confusion on your face. He didn't hear you, but you heard him.
"Aye, man. What the fuck?" he said loudly as he started aggressively pushing the buttons on his game controller. "How the hell did you get to level 10 when it's only been a week since the last time we played?".
His friends. He was playing with his friends.Â
"Of course," you scoffed as you walked over to the living room where he was, throwing your handbag onto the dining table before calling out for him again. "Joe?.... Joeeeee?" you said louder from behind him, but he still didn't look back at you.Â
"He has to be fucking ignoring me. There is no way his headset is this soundproof," you thought to yourself as you shook your head and walked around the couch to come into his view.Â
Joe looked over and saw you walking towards him, his eyes giving you a quick once-over before settling on your soft eyes which had a slow burning fire behind them. "You look nice," he mumbled to you before looking back at the TV. While he may not have looked directly at you, his words were genuineâhe couldn't help but admire your alluring beauty.
â....Thanks...,â you replied with a dubious tone. âDid you forget that itâs Friday?â you asked him as you looked over at the screen and then back down to him, no response yet again.Â
âNo, donât go that way,â he warned his friends through the headset, completely ignoring what you just asked him.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you thought to yourself again.
âJoe? Hellooo?â you called out again but waved your hands for him to see you from the corner of his eye, which he did but didnât say anything. You were becoming increasingly annoyed with his lack of attention towards you, especially since you knew he could see you and see that you were trying to get his attention.Â
"Do you need something?" he finally asked as he moved one side of his headset off his ear, still too focused on the game and his friends to focus in on your conversation.Â
"Do I need something? Yes, I fucking need something. I need my boyfriend to go on our date with me which he promised to take me on," you thought to yourself, wanting nothing more than to scream into a pillow.
"Baby, it's Friday," you took a deep breath and said, crossing your arms as you tried to prevent yourself from flipping out on him.
"Yeah, I know," he softly laughed, putting the headset back on again and going back to the game, not even bothering to wait and listen if you had anything else to say, which you did.
You were absolutely dumbfounded by his actions; it was clear that he was intentionally overlooking you. Joe knew you wouldn't bother him like this without a good reason, especially during his video game time with his high school buddies, so his behavior was completely unjustified.Â
"Did he forget?" you thought to yourself, feeling your heart break a little at the thought. There was no way he forgot, right? He was the one who planned this date, how could he forget?
Your expression softened as you asked him, "Did you forget?". You didn't really want to hear his response because deep down, you already knew the answer. Admitting it meant that he actually forgot about you.
But you didn't need to hear his response because there was no response.Â
You looked back and forth between him and the TV, seeing how he was practically looking right through you and pretending as if you werenât standing there in the most date-night outfit ever. Joe was oblivious sometimes, but he wasnât that oblivious. Â
âFuck this,â you mumbled, deciding to take matters into your own hands since he wasn't listening and didn't look like he was planning on listening. You walked over to the TV, grabbed the plug from the outlet behind it, and yanked it so hard that you could've pulled out the entire electrical system in the wall.Â
"Y/N, what the hell?" you heard from behind you, as well as the sound of Joe taking his headset off and throwing it down onto the couch.Â
"Oh, so now you acknowledge my presence?" you rolled your eyes and sighed heavily.Â
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was genuinely confused.Â
"What do you think? I called out your name like 4 times and got no response. Then when I actually got your attention, or I thought I did, you didn't even answer my question fully and brushed me off like I was just some girl," you said as you walked closer to him, the built-up bitterness inside of you begging to be released.Â
"You're not just some girl," he shook his head. "You're my girlfri-," he began to say before you interrupted him.Â
"Oh yeah? Then act like I am. I asked you a question and you completely ignored it and ignored me," you grumbled as you gave him a look that he instantly knew meant you were genuinely pissed off.Â
"What do you mean? I did answer your question," he shrugged.Â
"Fucking barely? I told you it was Friday and was hoping that would ring a bell but it didn't, and then I asked you if you forgot but you had already put your dumb fucking headset on and either didn't hear me or didn't want to hear me," you snarled, rolling your shoulders back as the tension in your body increased and put a strain on your upper body.Â
"Ohhh, it's Friday? So what?" he sarcastically laughed while shaking his hands, then stood up and practically towered over you. You hated when he did this whenever you two got into a little disagreement, it felt like he was showing the power he had over you and made you feel 10 times smaller.Â
"Are you serious?" you asked, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks and your eyes beginning to well up with tears. It wasn't sadness that caused the tears, but a deep sense of anger.Â
"What did I forget hmm? Because I'm pretty sure that I already did the laundry, cleaned up the kitchen from lunch, ordered the groceries, and watered your plants outside," he asked, the bratty tone in his voice making you want to scream into a pillow and then proceed to hit him with said pillow.Â
You felt your bottom lip tremble as your entire body felt a wave of sadness overpower the anger you were feeling.Â
He really forgot.Â
He didn't forget to do all the other things that werenât that big of a deal, but what he did forget was the most important thing.
"Our...our date, Joe?" you choked out, feeling a tear fall from your eye it felt like the world went silent. "Our fucking date," you said again, this time with more anger in your voice, wiping the tear trail from your cheek. So much for your flawless makeup.Â
Joe's heart immediately sank at the mention of the word 'date.' He had completely forgotten about the plans you had made, the plans he had made. How could he have forgotten something like this? He knew how important this date was; it was the first time in a long time that you two got to spend alone time together away from everything. Even though he never said it, he felt awful that each time you tried to plan something together, it was pushed back for some reason and never thought about again.Â
His eyes softened as he realized why you were mad, "Y/N, I'm so sorry...I forgot," he said.Â
You remained quiet for a few seconds, trying to calm yourself by taking a few deep breaths but that wasn't really working. "I shouldn't be surprised you forgot, you know? I've been practically invisible to you this past month," you scoffed, a few more tears falling from your eyes unknowingly.Â
"Invisible?" Joe questioned, a bit taken aback by your harsh response. Yeah, he had been spending less time with you lately, but in no way were you invisible to him.Â
"Yeah, invisible. It's like I'm just not here. You've been basically avoiding spending time with me and the one time you offer to plan something, you conveniently forget. Spare me, Joe," you shook your head and said.Â
"Woah, I wouldn't say I'm avoiding spending time with you?" he said as he took a step closer to you. "I've been busy, you know I've been busy,".
"I get that, but what about those times when you ditched doing something with me so you could do something with the guys? I understand if itâs because of training and stuff but getting ditched for your friends? That hurts. Especially when we already had plans but you moved them and little old me always went along with it because I didn't want to rock the boat," you cried, your tears breaking through and free-falling down your cheeks now.Â
"Rock the boat? What are you...what are you even talking about?" he threw his hands in the air and asked. "What the hell is she talking about? I know we've been spending less time together, but in no way is the boat being rocked. We're fine?" he thought to himself.Â
"Here you go with the oblivious act," you laughed through the tears in amusement. "Un. fucking. believable. You always do this whenever youâre in the wrong, and frankly, Iâm sick of it. You're acting as if I haven't been visibly miserable the past few weeks. Oh, wait. That's just it, how would you know? I'm invisible to you," you said, your voice a little louder as the anger was once again taking over.Â
"Look, I don't know what the fuck I did but I don't understand why you're blowing up over this," Joe said, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.Â
"That's just it. It's mostly what you didn't do. You didn't bother to reschedule our plans, you didn't bother to check in on me to see if I was really okay with you moving our plans, and you didn't fucking remember we were supposed to go out tonight," you yelled, your breaths becoming shorter as you felt yourself turning red from slight distress. You felt awful for yelling at him, but all of the emotions you had built up this past month were coming out at once and it was not going to be pretty.Â
Joe stood in silence, his eyes fixed on you as you continued to express your disappointment with his recent behavior as your boyfriend. He felt a sense of unease as he realized the impact of his actions on your emotions. He knew he was in the wrong, but he was hoping you understood how hectic his schedule was and how that prevented him from giving his all to you recently.Â
You always understood. And if you didn't, you talked to him about it. But this time you didn't do either of those things, and that made him a little upset. Communication was a big part of your relationship and although it had been pretty off this past month, he thought you wouldâve said something to him if you felt this bad about everything.Â
"You know, instead of yelling at me about all of this, why didn't you just talk to me about it in the first place?" he asked, now feeling a bit irritated himself. "If you felt so 'invisible' why didn't you tell me right then and there?".Â
"Are you really blaming me for this?" you said, looking at him in disbelief. It was unbelievable that he was trying to ignore your feelings, especially when you rarely blew up on him like this so that should tell him that you were really hurt by all of this.
"I neverâŚI never said that," he said while sucking his bottom lip in. "All I'm saying is that we didn't need to have this big argument about it if you just talked to me about how you were feeling before,".
"That still wouldn't change the fact that you forgot about tonight," you snapped, placing your hands on your hips. When your hands touched the smooth, silky fabric of your dress, it seemed to emphasize every curve of your body, catching Joe's gaze for a moment. He felt a flutter of excitement in his stomach as he admired your figure once more, taking in every detail of your stunning appearance a bit closer than he did before. "You still haven't given me a reason," you added.
Joe's frustration was growing as he felt increasingly annoyed by your words, despite his understanding that he had made a mistake. Instead of fixing the issue, your yelling was only aggravating the situation. "You know what? Fine. I forgot. Whoops. My bad," he retorted in a tone that was both monotonous and bratty. He went quiet for a moment, thinking of a devious plan to make you even more annoyed.Â
But why did he enjoy making you feel irritated? Because he liked seeing you get all hot and bothered because of him. "I forgot because I was having a great time with my friends and lost track of time. I guess they were more interesting than you," he said smugly.
He knew he was being an absolute dick right now, but part of him was having fun watching you get heated over this and wanted to see you get more flustered. âIs it bad that I think she looks hot as fuck right now?â he thought to himself.Â
"God, your fucking attitude pisses me off sometimes," you yelled. As you shook your head, you couldn't help but feel another wave of anger towards him, even though looking around, you realized that the issue at hand was frankly trivial. It wasn't the specific problemâforgetting about the dateâthat got to you, but rather the underlying feeling of frustration and disappointment that had built inside of you for the past month. Tonight was just the final blow that tipped you over the edge. Â
Despite your irritating behavior and petty bickering, Joe was really turned on right now. Something about seeing that fire in your eyes, hearing that fire in your voice just got him going. You were taking charge, and he loved that even if he was pissed that you were arguing with him about something that didnât need to be this big of a deal. You were putting him in his place and he liked that about you. He liked that you werenât afraid to call him out on his bullshit.Â
His eyes traced a slow, calculated path from your legs, to the graceful curves of your body, to the gentle contours of your breasts, then up to the curve of your neck, before finally meeting your captivatingly beautiful face. He couldn't resist the temptation to admire your compelling appearance, making it even more challenging for him to focus on the petty argument you were having. He felt bad that you got all dressed up for a date that wasnât happening, but he did enjoy seeing your precious cheeks turn red out of anger, seeing your body tense up in a way that was practically begging for him to relieve it.Â
He licked his plump lips as his eyes flashed to a darker shade of blue before saying, "Then why do you like me so much?".Â
Your breath caught in your throat as you were trapped by the intense gaze in his eyes. Those dangerous, smoldering, bedroom eyes always seemed to have an irresistible effect on you. The words that followed, said in a tone that ignited a wildfire within you, made you feel an almost overwhelming urge to drop to your knees in front of him. âNo, No, No. Iâm mad at him. It doesnât matter how much I would love for him to take away my ability to walk right now. Keep it together,â you thought to yourself, feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach.Â
You remained quiet and continued to stare at him, watching him raise his eyebrows in the brattiest way possible as a result of how he easily silenced your bitching and moaning and because of how you had absolutely no response for him.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. âCat got your tongue?â.Â
âIâm not playing this game with you right now,â you rolled your eyes and snapped, starting to back up and walk away before you felt his warm hand wrap around your wrist and pull you right back to him.
A playful smirk danced across his lips as he pulled you into his embrace, immediately planting a trail of soft, teasing kisses along your neck, successfully redirecting your attention.
âJoe,â you whispered, trying to get out of his hold but struggling because of how he was holding you so tightly and pressing kisses all along your neckâyour favorite spot to be kissed. âOh fuck,â you lightly whimpered, feeling him nip and bite at your skin as he wrapped his hand around your neck and gently squeezed it.Â
âHm? Why do you like me so much then?â he mumbled as he dropped wet kisses up to your ear. âIf Iâm such a horrible boyfriend, why donât you just leave?â.
âFuck, Joe,â you accidentally moaned, feeling him start to suck on your favorite spot which made a pang of arousal shoot up your spine. âSo much for trying to keep it together,â you thought to yourself. âThis has to be a massive ego boost for him,â.Â
It definitely was. He took pride in knowing that he could so easily make you forget about your anger towards him by simply doing what he did best, skillfully and attentively worshiping every inch of your body.
âHm,â he laughed against you. âI guess thatâs why you donât leave,âÂ
âYouâre being a brat,â you said a few seconds later as you threaded your fingers through his frosted tips, pushing his head closer to your neck. Your actions are a complete juxtaposition to the words that came from your mouth. You were mad at him, but you werenât acting like it. The sounds leaving your lips, your needy touch, it was all the complete opposite of what you were saying.
âNo, youâre being a brat,â he said as he moved out of your neck and looked into your firey eyes.Â
He had some nerve to be calling you a brat right now. You werenât the one that had been ignoring him tonight or the one that had been brushing him off all month. âGo fuck yourself, Joe,â you spat out, the bitterness evident in your words, but it seemed to have little effect on him.
âHow about you fuck me instead?â he boldly said while giving you the same tempting, inviting eyebrow raise again.Â
âIf he looks at me like that again, I swear to god Iâm going to end up pregnant. Fuck. Why does he have to look at me like that when Iâm trying to be mad at him,â you thought to yourself. Gradually, the intense anger, sadness, and constant irritation towards him turned into strong feelings of fierce desire, urgent need, and passionate emotion.
As you stood face to face, a noticeable tension filled the air, the heat rising as if a fire had been torched between you. His passionate gaze reached into you, sending jolts of electricity through the space. It felt as though he was silently expressing that he had the power to make you forget everything, if only you would allow him to.
And god you wanted him to.Â
You quickly reduced the space between you both and smashed your lips against his, his hands dropping down to your waist and holding you tightly as a smirk rose on his lips. âTold you. This is why you donât leave,â he whispered in between the messy kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in closer, completely melting under his fervent touch.Â
âShut up,â you smirked as you trailed kisses along his jaw before he pulled your lips back to his, both of your bodies calling each otherâs names as you got lost in each other.Â
He moves his big hands down to your ass, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze before whispering, âJump,â in between the kiss. You do as he says, jumping and wrapping your legs around his middle as he holds you tightly, walking towards the stairs and taking you straight to the bedroom, all without breaking the restless kiss.
A few minutes later, youâre both naked and lying on the bed as Joe spends a bit more time peppering kisses along your neck, your neediness getting more and more vocal as he refuses to do the thing you actually need him to do.Â
âJoe, please,â you whimpered as you felt his nose brush against your jaw while he sucked on a spot on your neck, your body squirming under his large frame.
âYou canât be mad at me like that and expect me to give you what you want so easily,â he smirks after he moves from your neck and looks into your eyes with mischievous intent.Â
âFuck you,â you scoffed while tilting your head to the side and refusing to look at him.
âOh you will, all in due time, baby,â he whispered in your ear, then gently lifted you up in a tender embrace and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Straight across from the mirror.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â you ask him as he sets you in his lap, both of you facing the mirror.
âYou see that, Y/N?â he asks as he points to you in the mirror. âThatâs you,â he adds as he continues to look up and starts to press wet kisses around your shoulder. His hand snakes around your waist, rubbing your belly with his long fingers as they start to navigate down to your thigh.Â
âI know,â you sigh, tilting your head to the side as his kisses get closer to your neck.
âYouâre not invisible, baby,â he says as he plants kisses in a path up to your ear as his fingers move down to your core aching core. âYouâre right here,â he whispers, a moan escaping your lips as you feel his fingers slide against your wet heat.Â
âJoe,â you whimper tipping your head back and closing your eyes, the feeling of his hot body underneath you combined with the feeling of his long fingers at the place where you need him the most becoming too much for you.
âI see you, Y/N,â he whispers in your ear, the tip of his cold nose pressed against it. âI always see you, I always hear you. Youâre not invisible,â he says before pressing a kiss to the corner of your ear, then pressing his fingers against your sensitive clit.Â
âAh, Joe,â you moaned, feeling a jolt of pleasure rip through your body. Before you can move your head back forward to say something, you feel his fingers dip inside your core with no warning, earning another sound of pleasure from your lips. âFuck,â you moaned as you practically melted into his embrace even more.Â
His fingers begin to pump in and out of your core, more soft groans and whimpers falling from your lips as he drops slow, hot kisses around your face. âFuck, youâre so tight,â he rasps as he drops his head down to your shoulder again, spending more time cherishing that part of your body.Â
The sensation of his skillful fingers stretching you out and filling you makes you want to forget about everything that happened. Joe always had the ability to make you forget your worries and tensions in an instant, but this might have been a new record.Â
âJoe, pleaseâŚI..,â you whimper, grinding your hips against his as your body begs for more.
"Hmm, it's not that easy, baby," he says with a smirk, his voice oozing with cockiness. You can sense the power he holds over you, and it's clear that he finds it entertaining. He is fully aware of the effect he has on you and revels in it. You hated that he could easily get you like this, but you loved it so fucking much.Â
His fingers continue to thrust in and out of your core, his touch becoming hotter by the second as you feel yourself inch closer to your release. âYou donât sound like youâre mad at me,â he said as he used his other hand to push your head forward so that you were looking in the mirror again.Â
âFuck,â you moaned when you saw his captivating dark blue eyes at the same time as you felt his fingers hit the spot inside of you. âIâŚIâm soâŚmad at you,â you struggled to get out, a whimper squeezing in between your words.Â
âSure,â he chuckled as he rested his chin on your shoulder, increasing the pace of his fingers.
You watched as his fingers disappeared in and out of your dripping heat, faint sounds of your wetness filling the room as you slowly moved your eyes back up to meet his. The look he had told you a number of things; he was horny as hell (just like you), he was enjoying seeing you struggle like this, and he was genuinely sorry about everything.Â
The apologetic twinkle in his eyes produced a profound and intense emotion within you, igniting a powerful and overwhelming feeling. He was fully aware of his mistake and this was his way of expressing it to you. âJoe,â you screamed as you felt the band in your stomach tighten, your body gently trembling above him as you felt overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins.Â
âLook at you, youâre right there, Y/N. Not hidden, not transparent, and certainly not fucking invisible. Especially not to me,â he whispered in your ear, his husky, raspy voice being the final thing you needed to tip right over the edge.
You feel an intense, deep, and warm feeling pool in your belly, you were so so so painfully close. But just to your surprise, Joe suddenly pulls his fingers out of your core, earning a dissatisfied shriek from your lips. âWhat the fuck, Joe,â you panted, your core pulsing at the tension that was still there, the tension you thought heâd release for you. Â
âTold you,â he smirked as he looked into your eyes through the mirror. âNot easy,â, a soft kiss landing on your shoulder before you feel yourself being lifted up again, turned around, and pushed down to the bed a little roughly.Â
âGo. Fuck. Yourself.â you groaned at him a few seconds later, your eyes having that fire in them that he so desperately loved.Â
âThatâs your job, baby,â he winked as he kneeled down on the bed, hovering over you. âBut, Iâll be nice for a little bit and help you out,â.Â
Youâre about to open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he smashes his lips against yours and rests the head of his hard cock at the entrance of your core. âYou want me to give you attention? Here you go,â he mumbles a few seconds later with a cocky grin, and then you feel him push into you with a roughness that drove you wild.
âAh, Joe,â a guttural moan escaping your lips as you scrunch your nose, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He was wasting no time with you, and you loved that.Â
A jolt of pleasure rips through your body again as he starts to move inside of you, his movements so thorough and intense but rough at the same time. His hand firmly grasps your waist, communicating a sense of possession and intimacy, making it clear to you that you belong entirely to him.Â
His body was telling you that you werenât losing him, that you could never lose him. You could never lose him because he would never let you, heâd never let go of you.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â he moaned as he felt your hands travel to his hair, gently tugging on the strands as you rested your lips on his neck. He begins to snap his hips against yours hard, every thrust sending you further back into the bed and making you forget about everything that ever bothered you in your entire life.Â
âJoeâŚfuck, IâmâŚ,â you panted. âFuck,â you trailed off.
âI know, baby. I know,â he smiled.
He continues to thrust into you and sets a pace that makes you feel like youâre practically flying through the clouds. It feels euphoric the way he knows exactly how to send your body to its pleasure, almost other-worldly. He was just so good at it.Â
The way he was worshipping your body, basically fucking the anger out of you was something your brain couldnât comprehend. He was the only person who was capable of doing this to you, getting you so frustrated, hot, and bothered, and then having you completely and utterly raw the next secondâemotionally and physically.Â
Joe was aware that your anger towards him and his recent behavior stemmed from genuine pain. He deeply regretted causing you this pain and slapped himself mentally, repeatedly, for making you feel invisible, even for a second. You were the center of his galaxy, and he needed you to know that you still were and nothing had changed.Â
He moves his lips back to yours, capturing them in an intimate kiss that stifles your moans. The delicious feeling of his cock filling you up and his lips against yours is all you could have ever wanted. The way he was moving against you was creating a haze in your brain, almost like a lavender haze.Â
The haze surrounded you, signaling that you were immersed in a love that consumed every part of you.Â
Joe consumed every part of you. He was the lavender haze, and you wanted to stay in that haze for as long as humanly possible.Â
Even though you were mad at him, you couldnât stay mad at him. He loved you and you knew that, and now he was showing you that he did. This was his way of reassuring you that he was right here with you.Â
âBaby,â he moaned, feeling himself get lost in the pleasure you were bringing him. âYou feel so fucking good,â he groaned.Â
âJoe, my god,â you whimpered, feeling your already built-up release getting stronger again. âIâm so close,â you whined, feeling him somehow quicken his pace. You looked down at him, watching how he roughly pounded into your wet heat and how his muscular body was glowing in the soft light of your bedroom.Â
âCum for me, baby. I know youâre there,â he moaned in your ear before dropping his head to your neck.Â
âAh,â you whimper, feeling your body start to tremble again, you were just seconds away from letting go.Â
One particular hard, well-placed thrust later, you were screaming his name as you pushed your head back into the pillow to brace yourself for your orgasm. You felt like a dam had just burst, and the pressure built against it was finally free. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through your body as Joe keeps hammering into you and each time you feel your high come down, it shoots right back up because of his movements. The feeling of your walls wrapping around him, squeezing and hugging his cock made him smile, almost as much as the sound of his name leaving your lips like a sacred chant.Â
âJoe,â you whispered, feeling yourself finally come down from your peak. You looked down and saw that he was still moving inside of you, trying to reach his own peak. âJoe,â you said again as you threaded your hands into his hair and lifted his head, âFlip us,â.Â
He looked at your glossed-over eyes with his tired ones, a dirty smirk forming on his lips at the idea of what you were asking him to do. âOkay,â he winked, wrapping his big hands around your torso and easily flipping you over all in one go. Despite how tired he was physically, he could never be too tired for you.
âHeâs so fucking strong. Fucking hell,â you thought to yourself as you straddled his waist, taking in his tousled golden curls, his thick muscular chest which was coated with a thin layer of sweat, and then his large cockâwhich was practically calling for you.Â
You grabbed his erection, guiding the tip between your drenched folds as you saw his face contort in pleasure and a hiss leaving his lipsâhe was close. You lifted your hips from his and sat up on your knees before lining up his cock with your core and sinking straight down onto it. âOh, fuck,â he moaned as he closed his eyes, his hands landing right on your ass with a light âslapâ.Â
You leaned forward and placed your hands on his pecs, sliding up and down his cock at the same pace he was pounding into you. âYeah,â you whispered as you felt yourself feel a shock of pleasure coarse through your vein, just as Joe felt coursing inside of him.Â
âY/N, baby,â he groaned, âYou feel so good, fuck,â he said while digging his head back into the pillow, having the time of his life watching you take over and ride him into oblivion.Â
âI know,â you said to him with a cocky grin which made him raise his eyebrows again, the same way he did earlier.Â
It was that same bratty, sexy, that made you think âget me pregnant right the fuck nowâ eyebrow raise.Â
âFuck,â you moaned after you saw him raise his eyebrows and his cock hit that spot inside of you.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he grinned, feeling his ego shoot up because even though you were in âcontrolâ, he was still, actually in control. Especially over you, and it was so obvious.Â
You continued to slide up and down his length, occasionally moving back and forth as his moans got louder and his grip on you got tighter. His eyes were fixated on your breasts that were bouncing up and down right in his view, his hands were stuck to your ass and were kneading your plush skin, and his hips were starting to thrust up into you.Â
âIâm close, fuck,â he moaned as he felt your walls tighten around himâyou were close too, again.Â
âO- oh, fuck,â you whimpered while falling forward, your chest pressed against his. âJoe, youâre so fuckingâŚ,â you trailed off as a moan interrupted your sentence. âIâm gonna cum,â you whispered against his swollen, plump lips.
âY- yeah, me too,â he panted, snapping his hips into yours harder. A few seconds later, your bodies moved against each other in perfect harmony for the final time as both of your releases hit at the same time, both of you feeling like your breaths had just been taken away by the intensity of your orgasms.Â
âJoe,â you screamed, feeling your high hit you again like a ton of bricks, stars filling your eyes as your second release soaked your lower halves as you felt Joeâs cock twitch inside of you. Â
âFuck, Y/NâŚoh my god,â he rasped as he shot hot spurts of cum inside your wet, hot cunt, slowly thrusting whatever came out back into your core. His hands were gripping your hips now, so incredibly tightly that you were sure they would leave a small bruise. You looked down and saw how his nose was scrunched up, how his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth, and how his eyes were filled with love, regret, and admiration towards you.Â
A couple of minutes later, you were both lying next to each other, trying to catch your breath and make sense of everything that happened in the past hour or so. Joe turned his head to the side to look at you, taking note of how you were biting away at your bottom lipâsomething you did when you were anxious.
You were in fact anxious. Your argument was bad, and whatever happened on this bed was amazing, but where did it actually get you? Yeah, you were much calmer and in your senses (kind of?) for the most part, but you had hardly talked about the reason you two even got to this point.Â
Joe, with a mix of feelings, let out a deep, heartfelt sigh. He gently put his arm around your bare shoulder, pulling you close to his warm chest. Amid your overwhelming confusion, he became your safe haven even though he was the reason you were confused in the first place.
You felt the gentle touch of his lips as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. He then rested his mouth and nose against it, inhaling your natural fragrance. This simple act brought him a unique sense of comfort that no one else, not even his friends, could provide. It was this deep connection that made him realize the need to apologize to you. You were right, you were always right.
âBaby?â he asked you, causing you to look up at him with your tired eyes.
âY- yeah?â you rasped, your voice scratchy from the activities you were partaking in just a few minutes ago.Â
âIâm so, and I mean so fucking sorry for what I did,â he sighed. âI really didnât mean to make you feel invisible or ignored this past month, you donât deserve that. Iâm sorry that I havenât been giving you the attention you deserve lately, especially because you do so much for me, more than anyone ever has or ever will,â he sniffled, his eyes welling with tears.Â
âJoe,â you pouted, moving your hand to cup his soft cheek and rubbing your thumb under his eye, seeing how glossy his eyes got all of a sudden. âItâs okay, I promise,â.
âItâs not, Y/N,â he said with another gentle kiss to your forehead. âI told you that you were the center of my galaxy, and you are. I hate that I made you feel like you werenât anymore, thatâs so fucked up. I shouldâve talked to you about all of this and shouldnât have expected you to say something first. I was the one that needed to get myself straight and Iâm so sorry that I let things get to this point,â.
You felt his hand moving in gentle, soothing circles on your back, providing a comforting and secure touch. In his arms, your worries and tensions seemed to melt away in two distinct ways: the intimacy you shared in the bedroom, and the reassuring feeling of his current actions.
âI just felt like I was losing you,â you admitted. âI was scared that we were drifting apart and I just-,â.
âNo,â he interrupted. âYouâre not losing me, baby. Youâre never going to lose me,â he softly said as he moved his hands into your hair. âIâm not gonna let that happen, not now and not in 15 years when weâre middle-aged and have two kids running around and are arguing about who has to drive the kids to school the next morning,â he smiled.
A soft chuckle left your lips as you imagined what he was saying, an image of your promising future with Joe filled your mindâand it was oh-so sweet. âObviously you. I need beauty sleep,â you chuckled.Â
âNoted,â he smiled as he pulled you closer to him as if you werenât already stuck to him like glue. He opened his mouth to say something again, and the tone of his voice knew that what he was about to say could easily make you cry, âI don't think I could find the right words to describe the depth of my love for you. What I feel for you overpowers any other emotion I've ever experienced. It's as if my soul has finally found its missing piece in you. I will choose you, again and again, without hesitation. No one else can make me feel the way you do. You mean everything to me. When I look at you, I see my life partner, my best friend, my everything. You have the unique ability to improve every aspect of my lifeâevery laugh becomes brighter, and every tough day feels more manageable because you're there for me. You have given me a type of love that I never thought possible, and I'll forever treasure the way you've positively impacted my life. My love for you is something I'll wholeheartedly protect because no one else will ever have my heart the way you do. From the moment we met, I felt something unique about you. I've never loved anyone the way I love you, and I know I never will. You're my heart, my soul, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. No one else will ever come close to producing the feelings I have for you, and I'll always do everything in my power to ensure you feel as cherished and adored as you deserve.â he said while playing with your messy hair.Â
You felt tears falling from your eyes after he finished talking, you didnât even realize when you started crying, but you were. âWait, I didnât mean to make you cry,â he softly said as he leaned down and cleaned up your tears by placing kisses on each droplet. âIâm sorry, baby,â he said, his softness so adorable and genuine.Â
âItâs okay, Joey,â you grinned, a few sniffles coming from your nose. âIâm crying because of how much I love you. What you saidâŚthat means a lot,â.Â
âI mean it, Y/N. Iâm genuinely so sorry for tonight, for this past month, for all of it. You are always number 1 for me and I need to show you that more from now on. I donât deserve you at all, but I have you, and I wonât overlook something as valuable as you or not take advantage of the fact that you, this amazingly sweet, sexy, empathetic, down-to-earth, incredibly genuine, kindhearted, funny & sometimes slightly boringâŚâ he started to say before you interrupted him.
âOuch,â you giggled as you patted his chest, earning a soft chuckle from him. Â
â...boring but unpredictable, loving, insanely beautiful, and charismatic girl has my heart in her hands,â he finished saying. âI love you, Y/N. I need to do better for you, and from this moment on I will. You deserve to be loved with 150% effort and Iâm going to make sure you do. The guys can wait. Iâve spent enough time with them for them to go a couple of weeks, even months without seeing me. Itâs you and me now and forever,â he said to you, his soft, loving eyes acting as a mirror to his soulâwhich showed his genuine and raw intentions and were exactly as he was describing to you.Â
âI love you, Joe,â you smiled as you felt him brush his lips against your lips before planting a deep, passionate kiss to them.Â
âTime to get things back on track,â he said a few seconds later, sitting up on the bed and bringing you with him. âItâs too late for our dinner reservation but Iâm going to get it shifted to tomorrow. Tonight weâre going to the banks for some stargazing and a late-night picnic. We can pick up some pizza and ice cream from that place by the stadium on our way,â he nodded, talking you through the plan as if he had thought about this deeply, but he didnât. He was coming up with all this on the fly. âThen tomorrow morning after we wake up, we can go on a little hike in that part by my parentâs house in Athens. Itâll be a drive but we can hike around there since itâs so pretty this time of the year and see my parents, maybe even get lunch with them at our favorite cafe over there before heading back home for dinner tomorrow night. On Sunday, itâs a full lazy day inside. Weâre going to stay in our pajamas all day, do a Twilight movie marathon because I remember you saying you want me to watch them with you, order food to the house for lunch and dinner, maybe even bake some cookies or something, and then spend the rest of the day in bed. Preferably with no clothes,â he grinned.Â
You were left speechless as you looked at him, impressed by how effortlessly he had drafted these plans without considering his own weekend schedule. The sight of him thinking on the spot filled you with affection, and your heart swelled with a mix of emotions.Â
You leap forward and wrap your arms around his neck as you smother his face with gentle kisses, âI loveeeeee youuuuuuuuu,â you giggle, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist and hearing his soft chuckles in your ear.Â
âI love you too, baby. Youâre the shining force at the center of my galaxy, the light that everything else revolves around. Like the planets drawn to their sun, my life is pulled by your existence, and I know that for us to thrive, our orbit needs to be steady. Every moment with you is a delicate balance of love, trust, and effortâeach one keeping us aligned, making sure our world doesnât drift apart. Iâll protect that balance, making sure that no matter what forces try to interfere, we stay on track, always revolving around the core of what weâve built together," he says to you, his heartfelt words, his embrace, the genuine look in his eyes all making you fall deeper in love with him.
"This is why I like you so much," you grin as you meet his baby blues, answering his question from earlier.
"What do you mean?" he asks you, licking his lips as he uses his hand to move his hair back.
"I like you because you're the most thoughtful, raw, incredibly well-spoken, smartest, nerdiest, most adorable and manly, genuine person I've ever met in my entire existence. You make me mad sometimes, but you also know exactly how to fix what you did and make everything even better than it was before. You're always making an effort to fix things. Yeah, you can be a dick, asshole, and oblivious idiot sometimes...,".
"Hey!" he gasps, acting like he was offended over what you said.
"But you're my obvious idiot and I love you for everything you are. You love me, like really love me and I know that and you never fail to make me know that. Also because you're like super sexy and I can't get enough of you and that damn eyebrow raise," you giggled.
"Oh, you like that?" he asked, giving you that eyebrow raise again.
"Do that again and we're staying in this bed the rest of the night," you smiled at him and said. "I might even end up pregnant by the end of it,".
Joe was stunned at your words, "Damn, so you really like that," he slowly nodded with a smirk.
"Really may be an understatement. Just know that you don't want to be inside my brain whenever you do that eyebrow raise," you winked. "I don't think we have enough anti-horny spray to get rid of the thoughts in my head,".
"Being perpetually horny is good for the soul, babe. Embrace it," Joe smiled as he leaned in and slowly kissed you in a way that made your toes curl and your body light on fire.
He fell back down against the pillows and brought you down with him. "Joe," you said in between the kiss, "We have to go," you smiled.
"Another round won't hurt," he said while giving you the eyebrow raise again, now knowing what it did to you.
You rolled your eyes, "Fuck, you're going to use that every damn time from now on, aren't you?".
"Maaaybe," he grinned as he brought you back down to his soft lips.
âThe Endâ
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âËâšď˝Ą i left my keys on your bedroom floor | miya atsumu
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summary: atsumu is the clumsiest guy you've ever met; nothing ever goes to plan, especially when it comes to love.Â
contains: f!reader, use of âmisusâ, mostly fluff with a bit of misunderstanding, reader wears heels, some swears, atsumu thinks heâs going to have a heart attack but itâs just him being him, atsumu is an idiot in loveÂ
a/n: not related to the plot, but take a chance with me and fearless remind me of atsumuâs feels in this one (and paper rings will forever be an atsumu song for me)
part of how to be your lover boy (a valentine's collab by augustinewrites & seiwas)
Atsumu thinks this is the dumbest fuck-up he could have ever fucked up.Â
Wood isnât supposed to feel this cold, but his leg is freezing rested against it.Â
Is this what it means to be weak in the knees?
Out of all places, of all times, Miya Atsumu finds himself knelt down on one knee by your bedside, legs feeling like jello at his attempt to look under your bed for his apartment keys.Â
This wouldnât be a problem at all, really; he kneels down all the timeâfor lunges during training (the bane of his existence if you ask him), for helping his Ma plant those herbs heâs sure she does for Osamu (he hates how the soil sticks to his skin), and for buckling the straps on your heels even, when you need him to (he doesnât like it, only because he prefers you much more comfortable in softer shoes, unchafed ankles and all).Â
So, kneeling isnât really that big of a deal for Atsumuâ
âbut youâre there, standing by the bathroom door, staring at him with overwhelming surprise, evidently anticipating something serious enough to bring tears to your eyes.Â
This is wrong. It isnât at all what youâre thinkingâhe was just looking for his keys.Â
ââTsumâŚâ you choke out, mouth partially covered by your shaky hand.Â
Fuck, if this isnât the worst way he could possibly do this.Â
Heâs sure his eyes are wide, brows furrowed by a mixture of worry and regret.Â
âWait,â he holds two hands up, slowly coming to a stand, âSânot what ya think.âÂ
This is seriously the dumbest way he could fuck this up.Â
The expression on your face drops, warmth rushing to your cheeks. If Atsumu could describe how you look, heâd call it worse than heartbreakâthe horror in your eyes flashing embarrassment and the creases between your brows screaming rejection; what once were lifted cheeks have now sunk, turning into an undeniable frown.Â
There are tears threatening to spill from your lash line, for a different reason now, he thinks, and itâs all his faultâit makes his heart break that heâs the sole culprit.Â
And the sick thing is, despite all this, he still finds you the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, backlit by a halo of fluorescent white that heâs tempted to drop everything he originally planned just to do it right now.Â
âO-oh,â you mumble, âsorry, I just thoughtââ you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, ânevermind, that was stupid of me, Tsum.â
When you open your eyes, a single tear falls, and he tries not to comment on how you wipe it quickly, feigning a smile as you walk past him, mumbling something about making breakfast and preparing his lunch for when he heads out.
And, well, he feels shitty, thatâs for sure. One, for making you cry, and two, for even making you think, just for a second, that he doesnât want to marry you.Â
It wasnât stupid of you to assume he was proposing at all. Heâs hinted at it enough in the past few years, calling you âthe misusâ enough times when mentioning why heâs heading home early from post-game dinners and parties. His Ma keeps a photo of you and him in his childhood home, and Osamuâs given you a family discount at Onigiri Miya now, too (which is only 1% higher than the friends one, but itâs the fact that he considers you as family that makes it feel much larger).Â
He likes coming home to you, likes that you donât force him to do anything. That if he chooses to stay out, itâs all fine by youâheâs just stopped looking for that kind of life anymore; itâs a lot more fun getting to cuddle up on the couch with you.Â
His legs still tingle, and he crouches down again with a big sigh. The silver key is there, glistening from the light directed from his phone, and he reaches to grab it, fishing for the metal that, if heâs being quite honest, hasnât fully served its purpose in the past three years anyway.Â
Four years together, and Atsumu has lived with you for most of them. The only reason you still have separate places by name is because of the apartment he owns in Osaka, meant for training season and game days.Â
Other than that, home has always been your place.Â
And lately, heâs been thinking of moving somewhere where home can now officially be both of yoursâitâs the whole reason he was looking for his keys in the first place, with property managers and realtors coming in to assess the space.Â
The new placeâheâs hoping for it to be somewhere in the middle of both you and him, maybe a bit bigger, who knows? He was planning to ask you about it after the proposalâthe one heâs planned and has been trying so hard to keep a secret from you.Â
Itâs a miracle heâs managed to keep it this hush so far. Heâs got the ring, the venue, the speech, and has even asked Osamu to take the video (even though he knows heâll never let him live down every jitter and stutter heâs bound to make). And the date, the oh-so-important Valentineâs day that youâll both remember forever.Â
The living room is awfully quiet when he steps into it, no sign of you and your usual humming to whatever songâs been stuck in your head. He walks to the kitchen counter, eyeing a plate of eggs with a bit of fried rice; you packed his lunch, just like you always haveâfatty tuna with some rice and vegetables on the side.
Atsumu thinks he could cry, his upper lip already trembling as he stares at the piece of paper in front of him.Â
Written in your delicate handwriting is a short note: âgrabbing some grocery, be back later.â signed with nothingâno âlove youâ, no âsee you laterâ, no xâs and oâs. Just nothing. It sucks even more because the grocery is your place, your one escape when heâs upset you enough that you canât even look at him.Â
Yet, you still made him breakfast, and you still packed his lunchâthatâs the only thing giving him hope that he hasnât fully fucked this up.Â
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âSamu, I think am gâna die.âÂ
The scenery beside him whizzes past quickly, creating a blur of blue, green, and white. His head leans against the window, and he adjusts an earbud, increasing the volume to hear the call better.Â
Osamu sighs on the other end, the sound of clinking pans and crinkling plastic muffled in the background.Â
âYâsaid that tâMa the last time, whatâs it now?âÂ
Atsumu groans, the memory still fresh in his mind; when he called his Ma a little over three years ago, he was a stuttering mess, breath unsteady and voice shaky at 1:00 a.m. The pounding in his chest would not stop, he thought for sure he was going to have a heart attack.Â
His Ma diagnosed him all right, called it a serious case of âin love with youââbecause, when he recounted everything he could have done to cause any potential uptick of his heart rate, all he could talk about was you. How you held his hand and laughed at his jokes, called him handsome even when he was sweaty and gross; how you nursed him to health even though he was probably stinky and dehydrated from an insane diarrhea episode.Â
All these years later, and heâs even more in love with you.Â
âI fucked it up, âSamu. The plan ân everythinâ? Poof.â he gestures with his hands, even though he knows audio call doesnât allow him to be seen. âDunnow if thereâll even be ânyone tâpropose to.âÂ
Then, he tells Osamu everythingâthe search for his keys, kneeling on the floor, the mistaken proposal but how he would have done it there, how he wanted to but didnât because he actually managed to plan something and didnât want to throw it away.
But then he said it all wrong, then you cried, and he really did mess it up; he wasnât even able to say goodbye. Heâs miss-called you thrice and youâve only replied with âcanât talk right now.â (which he knows is suggested text because you always say âlater, baby.â or something else more time-efficient).Â
âYa dumbass,â Osamu sighs again, words still sharp but tone a bit more rounded, âjust give it time, ân stop catastrophizinâ. Yâve put yâself in stupider situations ân hav always made it somehow.âÂ
Atsumu feels like crying, again, but Osamuâs always right. He lets out a tear or two, maybe a sob for another five minutes, and when he recovers into small sniffles, Osamu tells him to get some sleep to clear his headâheâs holding the line in Onigiri Miya during peak time.Â
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His Osaka apartment feels even emptier than usual even though it shouldnât be all that different. Meetings with realtors and property managers finished an hour ago and all they need is the go signal from him before they put the property up for lease.Â
He was supposed to stay here until the end of the week, to meet with PR for sponsorship deals and brand campaigns throughout the year. But, the only (non-suggested) text he received from you today was an indication that you were home and heading in early for bed (which, he knows is a lie, because a new episode of your favorite show is airing tonight and thereâs no way youâre missing it after last weekâs cliffhanger).Â
And he canât, just canât, leave you thinking that he doesnât want to marry you.Â
So he decides, fuck it, and packs it upâbooks a last minute train ticket back to you and hopes to god that he gets the words right this time.Â
.Â
Heâs never been this nervous in his life.Â
The olympics is a close runner-up, but nothing compares to this, standing outside your door with his finger hovering over the doorbell. Itâs funny, because he has your keys, knows your passcode tooâbut it feels wrong entering your space without the assurance that you still want him to.Â
What makes him ring the bell is the sickening twist in his stomach that warns him: this fuck-up could make him lose you.
So he presses it once, then twice for good measure, and before he can do it thrice, youâre opening the door, in sweatpants and a hoodie (his hoodie) as you rub the puffiness out of your eyes.Â
Youâre beautiful like this, too, he thinksâdressed in his clothes, staring at him with those eyes, standing in front of him and looking like the rest of his life.Â
âPlease donât break up witâ me.âÂ
The words stumble out of him freely, with barely any time for him to process it. Atsumu feels each pounding in his chest and knows now, just as his Ma said, that itâs all the love he has yet to let out.
âIââ he begins, hesitating. Heâs still wearing the same joggers and bomber jacket from this morning.
His hands clench into fists and he pushes them in his pockets, unsure what to do with them; the bottom of his lip trembles and itâs starting to make sense why people tell him and Osamu apart by âthe one who always criesâ.Â
âT-this morninâ,â he looks up to find you leaning against your door, listening, âWas lookinâ âround cos I left mah keys on yâr bedroom floor.âÂ
You nod, tilting your head to urge him on.Â
âAnd I was kneelinâ,â he breathes out, âand yâthought it was somethinâ else, but I said it wasnât. And I shouldnât âav âcos it came out all wrong and it wasnât what I planned. Then ya cried but still made me breakfast ân lunch and it was good, just like everythinâ ya make is. But ya went to the grocery, and baby,â he chokes up, tears falling, ââm sorry. Sânot what I meant. Please donât break up witâ me.âÂ
Atsumu is a bumbling, stumbling, stuttering mess as he cries in front of you, his incoherent rambling a jumble of all his mixed-up feelings. Heâs sure he looks dumb as hell right now, a fully grown man in tears at your doorâbut your brows furrow in concern, jaw tightening as the pout on your lips deepens. Then, you take a step closer, arms stretched out to pull him into your shoulder for a hug.Â
This is why Atsumu loves youâ
This is why Atsumu has never been more sure of the future he wants.Â
âbecause, even when heâs fucked things up and has made an absolute mess of himself, youâre always there, picking him right back up.Â
âTâsokay Tsum,â you hush, rubbing circles on his back, âthereâs no need to explain.âÂ
He sniffles, tucking his face against your neck. Itâs impossible to miss the sadness underlying your comfort.Â
Youâre wrongâitâs not okay, and he absolutely has to explain.Â
After heâs calmed down and the tears have subsided, he pulls away, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand and apologizing for all the snot he left on your hoodie.Â
You look confused and a little bit surprised as he takes a step back away from you, his hand immediately reaching inside the pocket of his joggers.Â
âYâknow I canât keep anythinâ from ya, right, baby?â he flashes you a small smile, a little nervous.Â
You nod, because itâs true. Not a single birthday or celebration has ever surprised you because Atsumuâs always ruined it; he just canât keep a secret from you. Either that, or things just never go accordingly.Â
âWell, I kept this one real good. Planned it ân all. Had everythinâ set.â
The velvet box in his pocket is smooth to the touch, his fingers turning it over. It feels tangible and real now, a momentâs away from his life being changed, forever.Â
He feels like crying again.Â
âWas gâna do it on Valentineâs, âcos I had it all rehearsed ân shit.âÂ
Realization dawns on your face, eyes wide and your chest caught on holdâas if youâre expecting the wrong assumption again.Â
But when Atsumu gets down on one knee, reaching from his pocket to present to you a ring hidden in red velvet, his fingers tremble when he says, âKnow sânot Valentineâs, but can I be your forever Valentine?âÂ
You blink once, then the tears fallâthe smile on your face is a little bit wobbly but an awful lot in love. You kneel on the floor with him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss.
The both of you are a tear-y mess on the floor, but when you part, he leans his forehead against yours, ring held up between his fingers as he asks just to be extra sure, âSo⌠sânot a goodbye kiss is it?âÂ
You smack him on the chest before slipping in your finger.Â
âSâa yes kiss, Tsum.â
thank you notes: @augustinewrites for suffering through this atsumu train with me & @soumies + @mysugu for helping me with tsumu characterisation and for listening to me ramble abt this fic!!
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated âĄ
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TEACH HER 18+
part two here
pairing : matt, chris, nate x sub!femreader
Summary : Nicole spends time with her friends. Matt, Chris, and Nate. During a casual hangout, the conversation shifts to sex when Nate shares his secrets, prompting Matt and Chris to join in. Noticing Nicole's silence and confusion about the topic, they decide to enlighten her that night, exploring various aspects of intimacy and how to discover pleasure in her own body.
warnings : virgin reader, no p in v, eating out, fingering?, cum eating, squirting, pet names, boob sucking, praise, manipulation if you squint. lmk what I missed!
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The soft glow of string lights illuminated Nicole's room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped her and her friends. The walls were adorned with posters of their favorite bands, and the faint scent of vanilla candles filled the air. Nicole sat cross-legged on her bed, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness as Matt, Chris, and Nate sprawled across the floor and her desk chair, laughing and joking.
âOkay, okay, so who wants to go first?â Matt grinned, leaning back with his hands behind his head. His confidence was palpable, and it made Nicole both admire and envy him.
âIâll go,â Chris said, his voice steady. âSo, there was this one time at a partyâŚâ He paused for dramatic effect, glancing around the room as if the walls themselves were listening. âI was talking to this girl, and things were going great. We ended up sneaking away to a quieter spot. You know how it goes.â He chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly. âWe kissed, and then, well⌠one thing led to another.â
âDude, no way!â Matt interrupted, his eyes wide with excitement. âDid you actuallyââ
âYeah, we did,â Chris admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. âBut it was so awkward! I mean, I had no idea what I was doing. I was just trying to remember what Iâd seen in movies. It was like a comedy show gone wrong.â
Nicole couldnât help but laugh, the tension in the room easing a little. But as the conversation continued, she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her.
Nate, who had been quiet until now, shifted in his seat. âI think the first time is always awkward,â he said, his voice thoughtful. âI remember mine. It was with my girlfriend, and I was so nervous. I kept overthinking everythingâlike, what if I messed it up? What if it hurt her?â He looked at Nicole, his expression sincere. âI wanted it to be perfect, but it turned out to be⌠well, not what I expected.â
âWhat do you mean?â Matt asked, his curiosity piqued.
Nate sighed, running a hand through his hair. âIt was just⌠there was this pressure to perform, you know? I wanted to impress her, but I ended up just feeling lost. We laughed about it afterward, but in the moment, I felt like I was failing.â
âThatâs so relatable,â Chris said softly, his heart aching for him. âI think we all put so much pressure on ourselves, especially when it comes to something so intimate.â
âExactly!â Matt chimed in, his tone shifting to a more serious note. âI mean, itâs supposed to be this amazing thing, but it can be so confusing. Iâve had my fair share of awkward moments too. Like, once I tried to be all smooth, and I ended up knocking over a lamp. Total disaster!â
The room erupted in laughter, but Nicole could sense the deeper emotions beneath the surface. She shifted uncomfortably on her bed, twiddling with the loose strings on her blanket.
Nate glanced at Nicole, his expression shifting from casual curiosity to concern as he noticed the turmoil behind her eyes. It seemed she had withdrawn into a world of unspoken thoughts since their earlier chat. The air felt heavy with unshared words, and he sensed she was carrying an unseen weight. Leaning in, he broke the silence gently. âWhat about you, Nicole?â
When he said her name, it was like a lifeline pulling her back from her thoughts. She blinked, momentarily lost, as his warm gaze brought her back to reality. With her heart racing, she took deep breathâs collecting herself.
She giggled softly, glancing down at her lap. âWhat about me?â she asked in a quiet voice. She was unsure of what they were discussing and if she even wanted to know. Feeling lost throughout the conversation, she tried to piece together their words. The atmosphere seemed to shift, growing colder against her skin. She fluttered her eyes up to look at the boys.
She could hear Chris laughing silently at the earlier remarks. Matt looked at her, clearing his throat and sitting up straight. âYour first time... what was it like?â She met his gaze, completely confused by his question. âMy first time what?â she asked, not grasping what he was getting at.
The boys giggled lightly. âYour first time having sex...â Chris said cheerfully, tilting his head to the side. She felt her cheeks heat up under their stares. She had thought they were just teasing her.
She felt like she was sinking into her mattress, completely hopeless. Her ears heated up and rang slightly. â...I donât know what that is...â she spoke quietly.
Nateâs eyes widened in disbelief at her comment, his mind racing to process what he had just heard. Matt stifled a giggle, pressing his lips together to contain his amusement. Chris, on the other hand, stared at her with an unreadable expression, his brow furrowing slightly. âWait...â Matt finally broke the silence, leaning forward with curiosity. âYouâre telling us that youâve never had sex?â She let out a frustrated sigh, shrugging her shoulders as irritation bubbled up inside her at the awkward direction of the conversation.
âI guess... I donât even know what sex is...â she said, turning away from the boys and shifting her body at an angle to avoid their gazes. Embarrassment washed over her like a wave, making her feel small and excluded from the conversation. âYou never had the sex talk with your parents?â Nate asked, still in utter shock, his voice tinged with disbelief.
She flipped onto her back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the texture of the paint. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she shut her eyes, trying to block out the world around her. â...No... is that bad?â she spoke in a frail voice, the vulnerability evident in her tone. Chris licked his lips thoughtfully before getting up and walking toward her bed, settling beside her with a quiet intensity.
Chris ran his fingers through his hair, turning to face her with a serious expression. She sat up, bracing herself for what he was about to say. âItâs not exactly good to be unaware of it...â Chris began, choosing his words carefully to ensure she would understand. âSex is something you should know about; itâs an important part of life.â She listened intently, absorbing every word he spoke. âWhat is it?â she asked, glancing around the group for answers. Matt and Nate exchanged looks before shifting their focus back to Chris, who met their gaze, ready to clarify further.
The boys were in shock, their minds racing as they processed the reality that they would have to teach their best friend about sex. They werenât upset with her; instead, they felt a wave of empathy wash over them. They understood the constraints her parents had placed on her. Strict Christians, her parents had meticulously guided her down what they deemed the âright path,â which meant shielding her from the outside world. This overprotection kept her away from people, boys, and the very concept of sex, leaving her unprepared for the realities of life that everyone else seemed to take for granted.
âSex is something...â Matt began, snapping his fingers and rubbing his temples as if searching for the right word. â...valuable,â Nate chimed in, finishing Matt's thought. Chris nodded in agreement, his expression serious as he recognized the weight of their conversation. The atmosphere was charged with the importance of what they were trying to convey, and the boys knew they had to get it right for her sake.
âOkay, Nicole, listen,â Chris began, his voice steady yet gentle, trying to ease the tension in the air. He shifted slightly, ensuring he had her full attention. âSex is a natural part of life, something that happens between two people who care about each other. Itâs not just a physical act; itâs also emotional. When two people decide to be intimate, they share a connection that goes beyond just their bodies.â
He paused, searching her eyes for understanding before continuing. âItâs about trust and respect. You should feel safe with the person you choose to be with. Itâs important to know that itâs okay to wait until youâre ready. Thereâs no rush; itâs a big step, and it should never feel forced.â
Chris took a deep breath, wanting to make sure she grasped the concept fully. âWhen people have sex, it can lead to different thingsâlike a deeper bond or even starting a family. But it also comes with responsibilities, like being safe and considering the feelings of everyone involved. Itâs not just about pleasure; itâs about being responsible and caring for one another.â
He looked at her earnestly, hoping she could see the importance of what he was saying. âSo, if you ever have questions or feel unsure, talk to someone you trust. Itâs better to be informed than to go into it blindly.â
âSomeone I trust?â she asked hesitantly, her eyes darting around the group for support. The boys nodded encouragingly, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. âWell... I trust you guys,â she finally admitted, her voice gaining strength.
Nateâs head snapped up at her words, surprise etched across his face. âWhat are you saying?â he asked, his tone calm but laced with intrigue.
âI mean... I know you said itâs between two people, but... I trust all of you. Why canât we all have sex... together?â
Matt suddenly choked on his drink, caught off guard by her bold question, his eyes widening in disbelief. The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of her words hanging in the air as the boys exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to her unexpected proposal.
Matt sucked in a breath, his expression serious as he prepared to speak. âItâs possible...â he began, his voice steady but cautious. âBut thatâs something you really need to be sure about.â He glanced at Nate, who nodded in agreement, his gaze focused intently on Nicole.
âEspecially for your first time,â Nate added, his tone softening. âThose moments are meant to be special, something youâll remember forever. Itâs important to think about what you truly want and how it feels to share that with someone.â The atmosphere grew heavy with the significance of their words, each boy acutely aware of the weight of the decision they were discussing.
âI am sure,â she spoke up defensively, her voice firm and resolute. Frustration bubbled beneath the surface; she was tired of being treated like a child. If others could explore the pleasures within their own bodies, why couldnât she? Curiosity sparked within her, an eagerness to learn more about the complexities of intimacy.
âDoll, you really have to think about it,â Chris interjected, his tone serious as he ran a hand down his face, a gesture that revealed his concern. The weight of the conversation hung in the air, and he searched her eyes for understanding, hoping she would consider the implications of her decision.
âPlease,â she spoke up, her voice tinged with desperation. She was willing to do anything to convince the boys, her heart racing as she laid it all on the line. The boys exchanged glances, an unspoken conversation passing between them. Matt smirked, his expression playful as he shot them the âI say letâs do itâ look, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
Chris rolled his eyes at his brother, a mix of exasperation and concern on his face. âIf we do this...â he began, his tone serious as he locked eyes with her. âYou have to be honest with us, okay? Tell us if youâre hurt, uncomfortable, or if itâs too much. If you want to stop, just say âpurple.ââ His gaze bore into hers, emphasizing the importance of trust and communication in this moment.
She sat up, her excitement palpable as she nodded her head rapidly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. âWhat do I do first?â she asked, her voice filled with eagerness. Matt and Nate began to rise, making their way over to her bed, their movements confident as they took seats close by, creating an intimate circle around her.
Chris, however, moved with a gentle assurance, placing a hand on her arm and pulling her slightly toward him. âBe patient, okay?â he spoke in a calm, soothing voice, his tone a grounding presence amidst her excitement. She nodded softly at his words, feeling the weight of his reassurance settle within her.
Chris gently pulled her small frame closer, guiding her to sit between his legs. He hooked his own legs around hers, creating a secure space as he spread her legs slightly apart. The unexpected movement caught her off guard, and she let out a soft giggle, the sound light and playful in the air as she adjusted to the new position.
Chris wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers playfully dancing just above the waistband of her small shorts. A gasp escaped her lips at his touch, a rush of warmth flooding through her in a way she had never experienced before. She squirmed slightly, trying to shake off the unfamiliar sensation that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Nate, observing her movements, couldnât help but smirk to himself, amused by the tension in the air.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â Nate asked, his gaze locking onto hers. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back against Chris's chest, seeking comfort in his presence. âIt feels uncomfortable,â she admitted, her voice trembling slightly as the words slipped out.
Matt bit his lip, intrigued. âWhatâs that, doll?â he prompted, leaning in closer. âMy private areaâŚâ she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. âYeah?â Chris replied, his voice low and seductive as he leaned in to her ear. âMmhm,â she groaned, the sound escaping her lips, filled with a mix of confusion and unexpected thrill.
âYou wanna know why?â Chris hummed softly against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as he peppered gentle kisses on her delicate skin. She nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. âThatâs becauseâŚâ he whispered, his voice low and intimate.
With a teasing touch, he slipped his slim fingers into her shorts, grazing the fabric of her panties, sending a jolt of electricity through her. â..youâre wet,â he finished, his words hanging in the air, thick with tension and desire.
She hummed at his touch, a wave of relief washing over her as the sensation coursed through her body. âIâm wet?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, small and uncertain.
Matt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the fabric of his pants tighten around him. âYeah, Iâve barely done anything, and youâre soaked,â he replied, his tone revealing a mix of surprise and intrigue.
She loved the feeling of his fingers tracing against her core, each delicate stroke igniting a fire within her. She forced her hips upward, desperately seeking more of his touch, craving the connection that sent shivers through her entire body.
âLook at you⌠youâre getting all wet from a little touchâŚâ Chris whispered teasingly in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. She felt her eyes rolling back in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation, unable to get enough of the intoxicating feeling. But just as the waves of ecstasy began to build, Chris suddenly pulled his fingers away, jolting her out of her trance and leaving her yearning for more.
She looked up at Chris, her eyes shimmering with a sad and desperate expression. âW-âŚwhyâd you stop?â she asked softly, her voice tinged with longing. Chris met her gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he replied, âWhy donât we let Matt have a turnâŚâ His gaze trailed up to his brother, the air thick with unspoken tension.
He slid from underneath her, smoothly taking Mattâs spot next to Nate, the shift in weight creating a palpable tension in the air. Matt climbed into Chrisâs former position, settling back into the familiar space he had occupied moments before. As he ran his fingers up and down her thighs, he could feel goosebumps rising on her skin, each gentle caress igniting a spark of anticipation that danced across her body.
His fingers found their way back to the place where she ached most, sliding in a slow, deliberate motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She tipped her head back, her mouth falling open in a breathless gasp as little pants and fragile breaths escaped her lips. âMattâŚâ she began, her voice barely above a whisper. âHmm,â he hummed softly in response, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He could feel the effect he was having on her, the wetness on her panties growing, a testament to her desire as he continued to tease her senses.
He slipped his hand into her underwear feeling the cold wet feeling on her folds. âOh matt..â she moaned grabbing his hand. âItâs okay.. youâre okay.â He spoke to her. He started with slow strips, going up and down her folds. She bit her lip shutting her eyes.
He started moving his fingers in a circular motion, making her legs twitch beneath him. He was going at a painfully slow pace, making her heart race and chest rise. He sped the movement of his fingers up slightly.
âDoes that feel good?â Matt asked in a teasing voice, his tone playful yet intimate. She nodded her head, too overwhelmed to form words, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. A tightening sensation gripped her lower stomach, each wave of pleasure intensifying as she struggled to keep her composure.
âMy⌠my stomachâŚâ she squealed, a mix of surprise and pleasure in her voice. She could feel her stomach caving in, a sensation both foreign and exhilarating. The unfamiliar way her body was reacting left her breathless, as if every nerve ending was on fire, igniting a whirlwind of sensations she had never experienced before.
âYouâre about to cum,â Matt spoke in a soft, enticing voice. He quickened the pace of his fingers, moving even faster, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She yelped, arching her back in response to the overwhelming sensations. In a moment of instinct, she closed her thighs tightly, but Matt gently pushed them apart, his touch firm yet reassuring, keeping her exposed to the rising tide of ecstasy.
She was panting heavily, her breaths coming in rapid, uneven gasps as her vision blurred at the edges. A wave of shock coursed through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything around her. Every muscle felt tense and heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, a numbness creeping in that left her feeling both exhilarated and disoriented. âYou came,â Matt giggled, his voice light and teasing, cutting through the haze of her sensations.
She opened her eyes slowly, the world around her coming into focus as she tried to regain her strength, still riding the waves of an intense high. âDid it feel good?â Chris asked, his voice soft as he reached forward to caress her leg gently. âIt felt really good,â she replied, her voice cracking from the emotions and tears she had let out, each word tinged with a mix of vulnerability and relief.
Matt pulled his hand from her giving his fingers a lick. He moaned at the tatse of her juices. He was in pure awe. âYou tatse so sweet baby.â He smiled down at her. âHereâ he placed his hand to her mouth allowing her to suck one of his fingers. She was unsure of what to expect. She moaned at the taste. It was sweet like a rich honey. âThatâs what you taste likeâ she sucked his finger clean releasing his finger with a pop sound. She looked at the boys, âwhat do you tatse likeâ nate smirked at her comment, âthatâs for next time, todays about you and your pleasureâ
Nate rose to his feet, striding purposefully toward her. Matt shifted away, returning to the chair he had occupied just an hour before, leaving the space between them charged with anticipation. Nate gently guided her body until she lay flat against the soft surface of the bed, adjusting her position to bring her closer to the edge. He sank to his knees on the plush carpet below, a sense of devotion evident in his posture. With careful hands, he lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes without words.
Nate's hands glided up and down her thighs, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through her. He flashed a gentle smile that lit up his face, then leaned in to plant soft, lingering kisses along her skin, each one a tender caress. As he inched closer to the delicate inner part of her thighs, the air between them crackled with a mix of anticipation and intimacy, making the moment feel electric and alive.
âMâgonna take these off, okay?â he said softly, his voice laced with a gentle reassurance. With deliberate movements, he grasped the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down in one smooth motion, revealing her underwear beneath. As he continued, he slid both the shorts and the fabric underneath down together, his touch careful and respectful, creating an atmosphere of trust and intimacy.
He gently grazed his fingers over her core, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. In that moment, he couldnât help but be in awe of her; she was stunning, perfectly sculpted in every way. A soft whine escaped her lips at his touch, the familiar warmth and wetness returning, intensifying the connection between them.
He slipped a finger through her folds, the slickness igniting a flutter in his heart that he couldn't ignore. He craved more, the desire overwhelming him. Wasting no time, he dove in, taking a bold lick that made her cry out in surprise and pleasure. Her legs instinctively clamped shut, trapping his head between her thighs, but that only fueled his determination to continue.
He kitten-licked her, savoring the sweet, intoxicating wetness that filled his senses. A deep groan escaped him as he gripped her thighs, his fingers sinking into her soft skin, pulling her closer as he lost himself in the moment.
âOh g-godââ her breath hitched, caught off guard by the sensation of two mouths suddenly attaching to her. Matt and Chris sat across from her, their lips exploring her neck with a fervor that sent shivers down her spine. She hadnât even noticed them move, completely enveloped in the unexpected pleasure that consumed her.
Matt bunched her shirt up, pulling it off her with a swift motion. They gazed at her bare chest, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and mischief as they exchanged smirks. Wasting no time, Chris and Matt leaned in, their mouths eagerly sucking at her smooth skin, feeling her buds harden beneath their warm, teasing lips.
Nate was eating her like his last meal making sure to lap up every juice. He was so addicted to her taste. Her pure innocence was gone for sure. He was thrusting into the air being in so much pleasure himself. He was desperate to find some friction. She was shaking uncontrollably not knowing how much more she could take. Nate was eating her so well she was sobbing uncontrollably. She was sure she would be limp tomorrow. She whined as she was rolling her heat on his face feeling his nose brush against her.
Nicole let out a desperate scream as a wave of sensation coursed through her, tightening her stomach once more. The feeling of Chris and Mattâs mouths skillfully working on her chest, paired with the intoxicating pleasure of Nateâs tongue, sent her spiraling toward the edge. She felt as if she might explode from the overwhelming mix of sensations, each touch igniting a fire within her that she could barely contain.
She tangled her fingers in Nateâs hair, a desperate attempt to pull him away as her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. âI-Iâm⌠Iâm soââ Her words faltered as she felt her breath hitch, her gaze fixating on the liquid spilling out of her. In a frantic effort to close her legs, she felt Nate begin to softly pat her aroused heat. A loud scream escaped her lips, tears streaming down her face as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her.
As Nate ceased his movements, she struggled to catch her breath, her chest heaving with each labored inhale. Matt and Chris pulled away, detaching their lips from her skin, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. They all sat up, breathless, the air thick with the remnants of their shared intensity, each of them trying to regain their composure in the aftermath of the overwhelming experience.
âWell⌠that wasâŚâ Matt began, his voice trailing off as he processed the sheer shock of the moment. Nate, with a playful grin, was licking the remains of juice that had spilled onto his face, savoring every drop. âIâd do that again,â he laughed, the sound light and carefree.
Nicole laid limply on her bed, a blissful smile gracing her lips. âYou okay?â Chris asked gently, running his fingers through her hair, his touch soothing. She nodded softly, her heart still racing. âThat was really nice,â she admitted, her smile widening. âCan we do that more often?â She glanced around at the group, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
They exchanged looks, a silent understanding passing between them. âSure,â Matt replied softly, his hand caressing her cheek, a tender gesture that deepened the moment.
âI think itâs safe to say I really enjoy sex!â Nicole joked, a playful grin spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she sighed, clearly reveling in the lighthearted atmosphere.
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A/n: wow.. this one was so intense!! lmk if u like the smut content, lowk enjoy writing it!!
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kriles summer trust top is kinda problematic tho... lalafell r smol and should be wholesome.
Aw, come on.
I'm sorry but I have to disagree because within the fiction, lalafell are just as mean, gross and horny as anyone else. Gegeruju is a perv, and the whole Ul'dah Syndicate is full of evil little bastards. On the good side, lala are just as complex and grown up as anyone else - Tataru courts followers and dances in a skimpy outfit in the Forgotten Knight, Giott is a roaring drunk stereotypical fantasy dwarf (not to mention whatever the heck is going on with the Tomra and Komra dwarves in general tbh :P). And Lamitt's story was sweet but it did involve her having adult feelings for Ardbert.
Like, really, I can only think of 4 completely wholesome lala out of a cast of hundreds, and they happen to mostly be the ones we've interacted with a lot (Nanamo; Pipin who is a Heroic Knight archetype; Papalymo, who was a grumpy old scholar man; Krile). But that's more about them being main characters serving roles in the narrative rather than indicative of how lalas behave as a whole. In fact after going through ARR, meeting Pipin and finding One Good Ul'dahn Lala is an enormous relief (since the other one is apparently dead now).
And Krile is a main character now so she's allowed to step out of the shadow of being uwu cat hoodie girl who wasn't written with much depth outside of being serious and earnest and rather spooky; she's actually 22 years old according to the first wiki I found - regardless of if that's totally accurate she's definitely meant to be a peer of the other adult Scions and they all treat her like an adult. Her introduction cutscene has her ribbing Alphy as an older friend laughing at how a much younger one used to behave, so we're supposed to immediately understand on meeting her that she's post-teen since she knew 11 year old Alphy and was of course older than him since he was a freak entry into the Studium at that age. Probably a necessary writing moment because establishing lala's age with hilarious moustaches or deep voices or whatever is a part of how the game has to present them.
Out of the fiction, I know lalas are part of a much wider trope that people do find problematic as a whole (e.g. just because in universe Tataru has babes across the globe and that's normal to everyone involved, who are consenting adults in a world which wholly understands Tataru as a consenting adult, is it actually really creepy that it's happening at all because her body type is toddler-esque? Is it weird in general that lala emotes are SO baby in the same way miqo emotes are SO kitty?
ffxiv definitely goes waaay further into borderline creepy territory than many games with smaller fantasy races in it, when it comes to how lala look, so yeah I know it's a fraught area and can be discomforting to see the game present child-shaped people as having adult desires and a thing some people understandably set aside along with other elements as things they're not happy with co-existing in the game with things they really love.) We can absolutely talk about that on a meta level of how we relate to the game and feel about it, just like things we find racist or uncomfortable in other ways e.g. eng translation Hien's treatment of Yotsuyu being a really problematic point.
But, that's one thing, versus talking about us here in fandom and how we relate to it, and I think your ask is, well, really not very deeply considered on any level, but I think is talking about how we as fandom relate to lalas, based on an inaccurate reading of them in the game, meaning you're really not even analysing a thing about it and therefore your ask comes more in the terms of policing how we should FEEL about Krile's beach outfit, and dictating that we SHOULD find lalas smol and wholesome, and that therefore there's an inherent problem in anyone reacting positively to the outfit, rather than critiquing its place in the game in the first place. Having hit a cognitive dissonance in seeing swimsuit Krile existing you've come to me to complain it's problematic rather than taking any actual meaningful action. Ergo, this is a fandom problem to you, not a game problem. WE should find it problematic and say so, you are implying, shocked that so many people looked at a post about the beach outfits and no one commented as such.
Aside from lalafell being fictional and at no point other than the visuals are they treated as children (and emotes aside, playing through the MSQ as a lala wol you easily fall into seeing them as an adult because of course all the cutscenes share the same level of gravitas no matter what you're playing or what clown costume you have on any player), there ARE actually real humans who are built somewhere closer to lala than not, and would be drawn to playing any of the smaller races in a game (like, gnomes in WoW, halflings in D&D, etc) because that's just their chance at representation. And because FFXIV doesn't have anything other than precious moments doll-shaped people the look might be great in the sense that they have the proportions of a cherub statue and it is a lot harder to meet in the middle than a halfling (notoriously hairy middle aged bastards and much easier to read as adult, though that doesn't exclusively represent people who've had growth developmental differences), that IS still the only representative option some people have in the game and if they want to indulge it rather than play something else with proportions forced on them by many games, then what the hell is wrong with that?
And they WILL go to bat for lalas and get upset when people say that they have to be precious baby characters who act like children. I've seen that on tumblr: there's a whole lala community who keeps kinda low key and away from everyone else by their own admission BECAUSE as soon as they get too much attention they're deluged with hate for playing characters who have adult desires and dress fancy - or, you know, like any other random slutty elf WoL. The fact I wandered onto lala blogs at random and saw that complaint on the first pages should speak to how often they have to deal with it. And, again, within the fiction of the game their characters are completely 100% normal and doing what other lalas who are written by the game do as well. I KNOW those blogs are out there and they'd be scared of getting this exact ask, and it would greatly upset them and ruin their day and put them off having any interaction with the community, which fucking sucks. We're here to have fun!
That said I'm not a weirdo anti all up in others' business, it's also fine to just like lalas and stuff without some huge circumstantial justification like "they look like me" - or - "my IRL wife" or whatever - you can also just play a lala or ship with one and it's like, your business. If that's all you're doing and it's not a hypothetical child molester who also has a whole gallery of lala porn that the cops find when they impound the computer full of REAL CHILDREN stuff as well it's never going to be anyone else's business anyway, ever, and that's like, one hypothetical awful person for a whole fandom of normies who are just surprised by how much idk Pipin's deep voice rocked their world and changed their whole perspective on what a hot character was.
Like, granted, that one HYPOTHETICAL weirdo will make everything rancid because there are people waiting to jump on people who like lalas, but also it still won't actually change what other people are doing into being Evil just because someone who actually hurts children found lalas attractive too. That, again, was the hypothetical awful person's problem and not theirs. And in no way can we just casually imply ALL people who like lalas are just inherently going to be dangerous, like real children, or enacting a private psychodrama teetering on the edge of all that.
They could in fact be completely average and boring psychologically and also have a crush on Tataru. Or, I guess, normal amount of weird for a fandom, but basically average XD In a fictional world where these characters are treated as adults, even normal people will naturally end up drawn to them as adults because, well, that's the story that's we're all engaging in. It's not inherently a thought crime to do so, because, weirdly, thought crimes don't exist.
Also, of course, people will literally discourse that hobbits are child-coded and shouldn't be shipped or seen as sexy, despite the most famous halflings, who made the entire halfling race as a generic brand, all being middle aged, hairy, smoking, drinking, guys with normal adult desires and mindsets. I mean yeah Elijah Wood was 18 when they started filming LotR (over several years so he was Krile's age by the end :P) but also Frodo celebrated his 40th birthday before setting off on the Ring Quest in the book and he was the baby of the group aside from Pippin.
In any case, there's no fucking winning and so I can understand completely that if a fucking Hobbit from Lord of the Rings gets shit for being short, and people are getting called a perv for fancying Sam Gamgee, then why not just embrace it with a Lalafell because you're literally damned no matter what in the eyes of someone who won't meet a LOTR HOBBIT where he stands as an adult man.
There's some DEEP puritanical brainrot going on online and I don't want to be a part of it whatsoever, so it means accepting lala likers for the sake of protecting Merry and Pippin's right to be seen as hot, than like, I know which side of of the line I'm dragging my beach chair. It's not even a question. I'm defending people who think lalas are appealing.
ANYWAY none of this is my business, I don't even find lalas sexy, I just think Krile looks nice in her cute summer top and it's lovely that she's getting fashion advice from her besties, and there's a million reasons to be happy about that and for her as a character, and only miserable bastard reasons to go "aurgh aurgh it's problematic" and condemn the game and everyone who plays it just for enjoying something. Lalas are NOT smol and wholesome, they're short and people, and that's fine.
#ffxiv#rant under the cut :)#I am Pro Fandom first and Anti-Anti because I am also Pro Mind Yer Own.#sending asks like this is categorically not minding yer own#I cast: wall of text#... you all don't need to read this unless you're anon coming back to see if I've humbly grovelled#I may be in a great deal of pain and making it someone else's problem XD
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Our fist time
warning: insinuation of sexual relations
characters: jude x reader
summary: when in the guest room of your in-laws' house, you decide to have your first time.
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The room was filled with a heavy silence, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across the walls. The mood was heavy with unspoken anticipation between you. You had had fun, teased each other, but now there was something more intense in the air, something you both knew you couldnât ignore for much longer. Jude was staring at you, his eyes so deep that you felt like you were being examined, all your deepest secrets discovered. The way his fingers still played with the buttons of your pajamas was both light and tense, making your heart race with each touch. You could feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, mixed with butterflies in your stomach, as you tried to piece together the words that would come out of your mouth.
âBabe⌠âJude began, his voice low, almost a whisper. He leaned closer, his face so close you could feel his warm breath. âDo you really want me to stop?
You hesitated for a moment, your gaze fixed on his eyes. The answer was there, on the tip of your tongue, but the gravity of the situation made you hold back. It was a question that carried a weight that could not be ignored. You knew Jude was serious, and it made you nervous, but at the same time, excited.
âI⌠I donât know.
You answered, your voice shaky, but full of hidden desire.
âWhat if I say I donât want to stop? â Bellingham said, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. He was clearly enjoying asking boundary-pushing questions, but there was a sincerity in his gaze that made you feel he wasnât just joking. âI want you to be mine⌠right here, right now, in this little guest room.
The proposal left you speechless. You looked around the room, thoughts dancing in your mind. The little guest room in the Bellingham house had been a small, cozy space, but now it felt like a place full of possibilities. Jude was just inches away, his eyes intense and his expression serious. You could see the desire in him, almost palpable, and it made you feel alive.
âJude⌠thatâsâŚ
You began, but he interrupted you.
âYou donât have to say anything. I just want to know if you want this as much as I do. âHe replied, his voice low and firm. âI think weâre ready to take that step. Itâs just you and me.
You felt your heart race, a mix of fear and excitement flooding your veins. You had never thought this moment would come so soon, but at the same time, you felt like you were about to give in to something that could change everything between you. The tension in the air was electric, and Judeâs proximity was making you lose your mind.
âWhat if⌠what if itâs not the right time?
You murmured, still hesitant, trying to find a thread of rationality in the storm of emotions.
âWhat if it is? âHe countered, leaning a little closer, his breath hot on your skin. âWe trust each other. I donât want you to feel pressured, but⌠I feel like this moment could be special.
His gaze was intense, and you felt the pressure of the outside world disappear as everything around you focused on that moment. Life outside that room, the curious looks, the expectations⌠everything seemed irrelevant in the face of the intensity of what was about to happen.
âI want to.
You said, your voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for Jude to hear.
The answer left him with a triumphant smile on his lips.
âThen letâs do it together.
He said, his tone soft but full of desire.
With a careful movement, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. His touch was warm, and you felt your heart race. You knew you were about to give yourself over to something great, something you would never forget. The room was full of promise, and the connection between you pulsed like a taut string, ready to let go.
Jude leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching yours, and you felt adrenaline rush through your body. It was a moment of vulnerability and surrender, and you were ready. Uncertainty gave way to desire, and Judeâs lips finally met yours in a soft but intense kiss.
The kiss started slowly, as if both of you wanted to absorb every second of that new discovery. But soon the heat grew, and he began to explore with his lips, deepening the kiss, making you lose yourself even more in the sensation.
You couldn't believe what was happening, the outside world disappearing, leaving only the two of you. Jude held you firmly, his fingers wrapping around your waist, while you lost yourself in the feeling of being so close to him. The fear and hesitation were quickly replaced by a wave of excitement and desire.
âAre you okay?
He murmured between kisses, his intense gaze searching for yours.
âYes. âYou answered, without hesitation. âI'm fine, babe!
With that confirmation, Jude pulled you even closer, as if he wanted to absorb your presence, and you knew that that moment was just for the two of you. The connection was strong, the electricity palpable, and as you let yourselves go, the guest room became a sacred space, where only you existed.
The kiss became more intense, and Jube began to explore with his hands, caressing your face and wrapping you in a warm embrace. You gave in, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel everything âthe heat, the passion, the growing intimacy between them. It was a magical moment, a step that brought them even closer together.
âI want you, Y/n. âJude said, his voice low and full of emotion. âI want you to know that you are special to me.
You smiled between kisses, feeling your heart race once more. It was all you wanted to hear. In that moment, you knew you were exactly where you were supposed to be, with Jude, in a safe and loving space, ready to explore the new phase of your relationship together.
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â¨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 28/09â¨
Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then youâll have to check the whole post if itâs answered here, if itâs not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
Anonimo ha chiesto: I am going to ask you to make a difficult decision⌠freenoodles or Shadowpeach
(Freenoodles, in my opinion, is just barely better than shadowpeach. Just because of how gay they are in season five. I mean, look at them and tell me they arenât married.)
Sooo I go with shadowpeach. Freenoodle is like my comfort shit. so many cute and funny shenanigans, for me they are just the married couple who would probably have the healtiest of the relationship. They have teh experience, they went already throught all the "obliviouss-ness" and the "what if they don't love me" yadda yadda.
But Shadowpeach. Ow man. I thought the ineffable housband ship was complex. but god. oh god. how wrong I was. like- these two went from friends, to brothers, to lovers, to enemies, to friends again and to be lover again. They fucked up so much nothing will ever be the same. But they still weak for each other. They are at each other throat and also they know the other in the most intimate way. they are immortal. One of them fucking killed the other. They thought the other left them and betrayed and went both drama to forget (one choose found family, the other murder but anyway-)
Like- WHAT SHIP CAN BE MORE COMPLEX THAN THIS?????
Anonimo ha chiesto: Does MK have a favorite between his bio parents
oUH NO POOR MONKEYS. He doesn't, but he has a favourite depending on the context. Like, for training he prefers Macaque because he explains a lot better than Wukong, but sparring with Wukong is much funnier, but he prefers Macaque scratches and grooming, but he loves Wukong squeezing hugs, etc...
Anonimo ha chiesto: You know, I just realized something. So you know how people in the fandom give Macaque lotus nicknames since his ears kind of resemble lotus flowers. Well since MK has both Wukong and Macaque's ears that kind of makes MK's ears resemble Peace Lilies (which is kind of ironic since MK is the Harbinger of Chaos)
Aww I guess they do look like them!
Anonimo ha chiesto: I may sound a little to mean but Mk din't suspect a thing aout macaques eye? he has multiple forms were his eye is a cross i mean, i would think smt happend to that eye but that just me uu I LOVE UR ART IT MAKES ME WANT TO KMS /POS
He surely suspected something happened to Mac eye but he didn't know how that happened.
@queen-of-purple-roses ha chiesto: I have a question and you donât have to answer it if you donât have too; since weâve seen Macaque feel guilty with how he treated MK in the past, does Monkey King feel guilty about all the dangerous moments that MK was put in, since most if not all of the fighting ends up on MKâs plate and not Wukongâs.
Oh absolutely, the more time passes he feels more and more guilty.
@catbox730Â ha chiesto: Can we get more MK and Red Son please
mayyyyyybe. If you guys behave
Anonimo ha chiesto: It would be funny seeing MKâs dads going to a doctor with him for like getting his wisdom teeth removed or something xD
The parents being extremely worried that something will go wrong while MK is super chill. When the dentist comes out of the operating room they grab him and ask him if he survived while MK is just eating ice cream post-surgery.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Will MK ever fight against one of his parents in a serious battle ? Or be forced to fight one of them ?
mmm. Probably. Maybe in the future they have a discussion. Nothing maybe too serious. But not in the AU plans.
What is Wukongs and/or Macaques biggest nightmare(s) I imagine it would be something like seeing MK die or sacrificing himself again or something like that
I think Wukong is more terrified of being alone. So actually I think it would be worse for him that MK doesn't want to see him anymore.
Anonimo ha chiesto: so who is going to be MKâs hero that he worships ? I donât know if he still sees Monkey king in that way after finding out that he is basically his dad and hearing the past the fight with MacaqueâŚ.
Maybe he wont have any hero. Maybe worshipping someone is not such a healthy thing to do. ( I'm not talking in a religious way of course, I meant worshipping a living normal person)
@emmais333Â ha chiesto: Love your MK art. One question how many fights from Wukong and Mac does MK overhear on accident
He heard the first one (and the past one through the vision) then Wkong and Mac started to teleport far away enough so he wont be able to hear them discuss.
Anonimo ha chiesto: What if MK catches Mac and Wukong in the act, not visually, but audibly, like hearing it when going to flower feuit mountain, finding the monkeys in a pile, all traumatized. Or is it too soon? Do they get drunk enough to not care? Do they even drink?
in the....act? (sorry I don't understand stuff if it's not explicited said, like I can't understand double meanings if that was what you meant)
Anonimo ha chiesto: I LOVE YOUR STORY, REALLY!!!! I reread a lot. So lovely. And the Baby MK, I just want to hug so badly 𼺠( I think Macaque become Protecting mode and he won't let me do it. ) You draw Baby MK so so so cute. My heart can't handle it.â¤ď¸ Maybe it's a terrifying idea but I would like know your thoughts. I think that Macaque sleeps very quietly, like a man in a coffin. + Macaque fell into a very deep DEEP sleep. (maybe because he was tired from fighting demons to protect Baby MK or get injured or something?) = How do you think Sun Wokung will react?
o my god NO DON'T GIVE HIM AN HEARTH ATTACK (heloses one of their immortalities for having the most horrrendous of jumpscares)
@raspberrymixin ha chiesto: AHHH I LOVE YOU SHADOW PEACH BIO AU OMG ITS TO FREAKEN CUTEEEE AAHH I just melt into a puddle! Love you art and make sure to take breaks- anyway- I find it cute how redson interacts with MK I can just imagine him giving him stuff and little gifts and Mk just confused on why but takes it anyway because of friendship and maybe a sign he's trusting more- but MK is just oblivious to the courting- And maybe redson would ask Wukong, Macaque, Tang or pigsy to allow it maybe? And I also love the slow burn! It's just cute on how Macaque and Wukong make each other blush! Awww it's just to cute! I hope you're doing amazing and have a good night/day
Oh man MK would not be able to read a single clue and just think it's a symbol of friendship or wathever. O my god he really did take from his parents (all of them)
fayeangel25Â ha chiesto: YOUUU UFUFFHH WHEN I GET YOUUUUU anyways, I wanna see wukong asking macaque about the story of him and mac ( after mamacaque storytelled his lil baby mk ) , cuz i wanna see more flustered macaque!!! Also, đ EATING đ THIS đ AU đ UP!!
Hehe he would be a little shy about it. But Macaque is a theater kid so for a bigger audience I guess he would do it.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like Iâm new here. What is Court napping?
Consensual Kidnapping with the intend of flirting with another demon.
Anonimo ha chiesto: How many people want to court MK now that he is a real stone monkey AND the son of Wukong and Macaque ?
mmm. Only people close to MK knows that he's the bio kid of shadowpeach. So for now only Red Son
Anonimo ha chiesto: I bet PIF would try to wait for MK to lose the good guy âphaseâ since she went through that before lmao (forget being good, convert to villainy in the name of love)
Awwww she would!!! But MK is just too good hearted to hurt a fly. (yeah I know he technically has a kill count still-)
Anonimo ha chiesto: MK would obviously call Pigsy "Papa" so what would MK call Tang and Sandy?
I think he would actually call Pigsy "dad" since it's what he calls him that in the show. Maybe it's Tang that gets to be called Papa. I think Sandy is more like an uncle.
@mage-of-words ha chiesto: When will Wukong purpose to Macaque?
WOW- HOLD ON THERE. LET HIM TAKE HIM TO DINNER FIRST.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Omg I wonder if Macaque and Monkey King ever saw MK get really hurt during a battle with a new demon. RIP the Demon bc two feral Monkeys are after them now bc they hurt their kid.
Them to said demon: So you have choosen.... death.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Hear me out, Mac and Wukong in a get along shirt for a day (lost a bet to MK and he planned this too) LOVE YOUR ART TOO ITS SO SCRUMDIDDLYUMPTIOUCIOUS
this is an old ask, sorry for taking so long to answer. But I would say that at this point of the story Wukong would probably be at cloud 9 being squished to super soft macaque all day. Macaque would be like a kitten undecided on wheter he loves or hate the situation (doesn't really likes un-warned physical touch.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Hoi there, I found you again! (Following you on Insta as well because your art is awesome ^^)
Reading your LMK ShadowPeaches comics and they are fun. And now my brain can't help but make up scenarios, one like this one. Oh my, MK is a cute little baby! (^///^) Oh my, MK is a little baby!! ('O_O) Welp, Pigsy is going to kill someone unless Wukong gives baby MK into his arms to calm down and be busy being a dad than a raging Hulk. (:P) Also, I imagine MK accidentally shrinking himself, (Wukong decided to play hide and seek with it only to later on regret it). Wukong would freaking out about it, and Macaque then shook him violently while yelling into his face for losing MK. Then out of Nowhere, Nezha shows up at the door frame and be like 'Um, hey guys. Is this yours?' Points at his nose where tiny baby bean MK was, clinging onto Nezha's nose while giggling.
askjajvbks that's a lovely scene! Unfortunately Nehza can't know yet about MK, but maybe he will...
@lara-legomonkiekid đ:Hey! I'm here to ask permission!Can I make an art Drawing of your Bio parents AU Meeting One of my AU's?Please?(Mostly Suposed to be Meeting One of my OC's!) (Love Your Art and Comics!!!!)(â ââ á´â ââ âżâ )(â ââ â˘â á´â â˘â ââ )
Yeah sure! just be sure to tag me and link the masterpost of the AU
Anonimo ha chiesto: I find it funny how your shadowpeach bio au came from a joke and now.....wow Your art is amazing
My friend even tried to warn me. BUT I DIDN'T LISTEN
Anonimo ha chiesto: I need Freenoodles talking late at night about MK's new situation Will they be worried? Happy? I don't think Pigsy will take it very well that just when he and MK accepted each other as Father and Son, he is (partly) taken away by his biological dads.
Pigsy was mostly worried that Wukong or Macaque would hurt in any way MK. Both ahim and Tang after they saw how much the 2 care about MK calmed down, still they just hope they don't mess up things.
Anonimo ha chiesto: parenting it not just about having fun with your children, but also making sure there are boundaries even if the child isnât happy about it. So, how would it go if Macaque and Wukong would try to ground MK đ
MK is a little old for being grounded I think but if they were to do it maybe with something like no training for a week or smt. He's still an adult (i know we sometimes forget)
Anonimo ha chiesto: MK trying to prank his parents and wake them up with a loud instrument or sound. MK forgetting he has sensitive hearing đ
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Anonimo ha chiesto: Would wukong or MK help macaque in his drawings if he asked đ or if they tried to help him improve
Awww they would!!! Actually what if this creative side of him was something he kind of inherted from Wukong?
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