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touchy subject III pairing: reader x exfiancé!rafe synopsis: seeing your ex-fiancé after four years. warnings: angst and comfort. fluff. mentions of miscarriage/stillbirth and DUI. wc: 2.7k part 3 and the last part of touchy subject! click here for part 1, click here for part 2 i really liked writing for them and honestly i'm considering occasionally writing blurbs for them and what their relationship would shape into, lmk if you'd be interested!!
seeing you in front of that store felt like it might've killed rafe. the first face he fell in love with, the woman who'd left him with nothing but scars and an engagement ring. somehow, he still managed to stay alive.
but hearing you say his name in the soft voice he hadn't heard in over four years, the same one that you used to tell him you loved him every single night before your body went slack in his arms, that might have been the final blow.
"what are you doing here?" you managed to mutter, your hand instinctively going to your locket, squeezing it in your hand, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by rafe.
"what's this?" rafe asked as the two of you laid in bed, his finger tracing the patterns on the heart-shaped locket resting on your chest, the one you'd worn around your neck for as long as he'd known you.
"this?" you asked, opening the locket, displaying two pictures; one of them was of you when you were a little girl, standing between your parents with a wide, toothy grin on your face, and the other was a picture of you and rafe, taken at midsummers. "i got this from my mom. it's a family heirloom of sorts. when she's born," you looked down at your stomach, "we've gotta get a picture taken of us three so i can put it here."
he let out a small chuckle, "i'm honored that you want me in your heart."
"i think you're always going to be in my heart," you rolled your eyes, "whether i want it or not."
"i'm here to see you. i thought that'd be obvious." rafe said without an ounce of emotion in his voice, the sound causing a shiver to run down your spine. grieving your daughter on what would've been her fifth birthday wasn't a moment you exactly wanted your ex to witness, but this was still rafe. the man you loved for so long, the only man you ever loved, the one you were going to marry, and this was still the house that was supposed to be your home.
so you stepped aside, pulling your cardigan closed as a way to close yourself off from the man as you walked further into the house, not daring yourself to look back at him, fearing the urge that still remained in your chest to just pull him close to you and be in his arms.
you heard the door close, pressing your eyes shut as you stood in front of the fireplace, your arms crossed in front of your chest as if defending yourself, the man's footsteps echoing in the room, "it's cold in here."
"the radiator's broken."
"can you just, at least look at me, or something?"
"do i have to?" you chuckled humorlessly, and when you felt his hand on your shoulder, it felt like the room got ten degrees colder, the man slowly turning you around to face him, and when you refused to look up at him, focusing on the baby blue sweater he was wearing, he brought his hand to your chin, gently lifting it up, just like he did every time he was about to kiss you.
"we need to talk."
if someone was to ask you what would be the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, this would be among the top 3, right after you got the 'birds and the bees' talk and the time you said your goodbyes to the same man now sitting beside you, the space between you two big enough to fit another person.
"why did you come back?" rafe asks, without even sparing you a glance. you decide to do the same, your gaze staying on the fire crackling in front of you.
"i don't know. a part of me thinks it's because i missed home."
"and the other part?"
missed us. missed her. "missed my mom, i guess."
your mother had driven you home from the hospital, insisting that she'd stay with you for the next few days; you still hadn't seen rafe. you couldn't face him, couldn't face the guilt you carried around for being the reason your daughter would be coming home in an urn.
she'd gone to the store for groceries, leaving you to sit on the couch you and rafe had picked out, staring at the engagement picture that hung above the fireplace.
you didn't know how it started, how every single vase ended up as nothing but shards of glass on the floor, how the coffee table had ended up as planks of wood, how your fists were bruised from beating them against the walls, your knees bloody from when you'd collapsed on the ground amongst all the glass.
"do you know what day it is?" rafe asked with a weak voice, and you could hear him try to swallow down the emotion crawling up his throat.
his question made you want to let out a small, humorless laugh. you don't know how you could ever forget. "of course." the day i killed her.
rafe stood up, running his hand over his chin before trailing over the short strands of hair on his head, "why did you do it?" he looked to you. "why did you leave?"
"i had no reason to stay." you say emotionlessly, your fingers intertwined as you kept your eyes on them as if you were praying.
"you had me. you would've had me if you just let me be there."
"rafe, i killed our daughter."
"what-"
"i'm the reason our daughter isn't here. i'm the reason she doesn't exist. i'm the reason that today isn't only her fifth birthday, but also the fifth anniversary of her death."
rafe kneeled down in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, not caring if it made you uncomfortable, or that this was the first time he'd properly touched you in over four years, the only thing that mattered to him was that you listened.
"you did not kill our daughter."
"i did."
"no." he scoffed, "you aren't the reason she's dead. the reason is the drunken asshole who drove at you. you loved her with your entire being, with everything you had, even before she was born. you would've been the most amazing mother in the world. don't you dare blame yourself for something you had zero control over."
"i shouldn't have driven in that weather. i knew it was gonna be raining, that the roads would be slippery-"
"no." rafe said sternly, "look at me."
your eyes moved to look into rafe's steel-blue ones, shimmering with unshed tears, his jaw clenched, and only then did you realize that he was cupping your face in his hands, his touch somehow managing to make you feel warm even in the cold apartment.
"i won't have you blame yourself for something you had no fuckin' control over. evelyn was so wanted, by both of us. she would've been so loved. we would've done anything to protect her, and to keep her safe. if any fucker even thought about hurting her, i would've made sure they'd regret ever being born. but you are not to blame for her not being here."
rafe's hands moved from your cheeks to your hands, the man instead taking your clenched fists into his, letting out a small sniffle, and when he pressed his eyes closed and let out a sigh, a tear rolled down his cheek.
"yeah, you could've not driven in the rain. but i should've been the one to drive you to your mom's, you were eight months along, an insane man would make you drive yourself, or i should've made sure you got home before it was dark, or i should've picked you up myself. there are so many things we could've done differently, but that doesn't mean that either of us is to blame for it."
"i spent so long blaming myself for what happened, but not even for a moment did i blame you. you did everything to keep her safe, and i know it, and i'm sure that she knows it too. you loved her more than anything, and i won't let some drunk driving idiot make you feel like you did anything wrong."
slowly, you opened your fists, half-moon prints on the palms on your hands caused by your nails, and without even realizing, tears had been rolling down your eyes the entire time that rafe had been speaking, the man standing up and pressing a kiss on your forehead that felt like it burnt and would leave a mark that'd be there forever, before he settled down next to you.
a strand of hair was stuck on your cheek, almost glued on there by the tears you shed, the blonde man tugging it behind your ear, his eyes still on you, his hands still cupping yours.
"i don't blame you for what happened, nor do i blame you for pushing me away. but i wish you would've let me in, to be there for you, instead of leaving. so we could've grieved her together."
"i think we should break up, rafe."
"what?" rafe turned to look at you; this wasn't what he had been expecting to hear after two months of silence, "if this is about the baby-"
"i can't do it anymore." you closed your eyes, letting a tear run down your cheek, "i need to leave. start over."
you turned your head to look at him, his words feeling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and even though you tried to find it, there was nothing in his eyes that said that he was lying.
"you don't blame me for any of it?"
your voice was weak and feeble, as if a part of you was expecting him to tell you that he did, but when he pulled you into his embrace, he told you the truth in the best way he knew how to: without saying a single word.
you didn't know how long you had been in rafe's arms; it felt like hours, while also feeling like the moment had lasted mere seconds, like you two lived in your own bubble. it felt like the last four years hadn't happened, like you had never left.
but when he pulled away from the embrace and looked down at his watch, letting out a sigh, you knew what was coming. the bubble burst.
"i should probably get going." rafe let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose before starting to get up off the couch, stretching his long limbs.
"yeah, yeah." you said softly, clearing your throat, trying to act like nothing had happened, like you hadn't gone through every memory you shared while he was just holding you to comfort you, "your girlfriend's probably waiting for you."
rafe stopped in his tracks, turning to look down at you, "girlfriend?"
"shit," you chuckle softly, fidgeting with your hands and chewing on your lower lip, "i guess she's your fiancée, now."
he sat down on the couch next to you while you simply avoided his gaze, not wanting him to read everything you were feeling like he so often seemed to do, but your attempt was unsuccessful, the man bringing his hand to your chin and gently turning your head so you were forced to look at him, his brows slightly furrowed while he looked at you pointedly.
"what girlfriend, or fiancée?"
you didn't know if rafe was acting stupid, or if he was genuinely confused, but you could still remember the woman with him at the jewelry store, the woman who had managed to make him smile, whose back rafe placed his hand on.
"you know," you clear your throat, taking his hand off your chin and turning your head away from him, not wanting him to see the tears brimming in your eyes as you thought about him waiting at the aisle for another woman, "the woman at the jewelry store."
rafe let out a soft laugh, and when you turned your head, facing him, he was nearly keeling over in laughter, his head in his hands.
"what?"
"that-" rafe said inbetween laughs, "that wasn't my girlfriend."
"what?" you mumbled softly, your brows furrowing, "what do you mean, rafe?"
"sorry-" he continued laughing for a while only to be stopped by a soft smack you delivered to his shoulder, before the man took a deep breath, looking at you with a small smile gracing his lips, a sight that still got your heart to flutter, "that wasn't my girlfriend, or my fiancée."
"then... who was she?"
"that was," rafe let out another chuckle as if you had said something foolish, taking one of your hands in his and intertwining your fingers, "wheezie's girlfriend."
you tried processing the words that had left his lips, but no matter what, they didn't seem to make since. "why were you in a jewelry store together? wheezie's only like-"
"wheezie's nineteen." rafe shook his head, "her girlfriend, lucy, asked me to help her pick out a ring. sarah was supposed to go with her, but she had some preschool stuff to deal with relating to jack, so i got stuck with that dutyâŠ"
"isn't nineteen a bit... young?"
"it is. but you remember how young we were when we got engaged? or sarah?" a fond smile took over rafe's lips as he turned to look at the fire that was slowly burning out, letting the next words out in a hushed tone. "guess it runs in the family."
"guess so." you say, biting down on your lip, turning to look at the fire with him, your cheeks warm as you felt like an idiot for your assumption.
"i still haven't moved on." rafe said, letting out a breath, "i don't know if i can. i don't think i even want to." you turned to look back at one another at the same time, both of you seeing the same melancholy in the other one's eyes, "there's no one i would ever want to be with other than you."
you took a deep breath, his words ringing through your head as you looked at him, a damp trail running down his cheek was still visible from the tears he had shed, and you took a deep breath, making a decision that you knew would impact the rest of your life.
"me neither, rafe."
you brought your hand to his cheek and felt the tear he had shed under your touch, pulling his face to meet yours until your lips clashed, feeling the exact same that it did four years ago, making you wonder how you ever let it go.
SIX MONTHS LATER...
you laid on a blanket in the middle of a field of sunflowers, your arms crossed behind your head and your eyes pressed closed, letting the sun beam down your face, warming you up as your bare feet were being tickled by blades of grass.
your daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and you opened one of your eyes to see rafe stumble through the long flowers into the small clearing you'd found, a small chuckle leaving your lips.
"don't laugh at me." he scolded, shaking his head as he landed on the blanket next to you, letting out a soft grunt.
"why not?" you asked, sticking your tongue out at him, your boyfriend gasping in feigned offence, about to quip back at you, only to be stopped by the small, chaste peck you pressed on his lips, even the small display of affection managing to leave him speechless.
as he settled down next to you, you smiled while looking up at the sky, white clouds covering a part of the beautiful icy blue nothingness that was so much like rafe's eyes, your thoughts on her. you took rafe's hand in yours, keeping your eyes trained up while you let yourselves just exist together.
"you're always going to be in my heart, evelyn louise cameron." you said softly as you traced the patterns on your locket, rafe turning his head to look at you, a somber expression on his face as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"yeah, she will. and neither of us will ever forget her."
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Heels ~ Viktor x Reader
Pronouns for reader: She/Her
Relationship type: Platonic, romantic feelings, slight enemies to lovers if you unfocus your eyes a bit
General Idea: Viktor used to hate the sound of those damn boots of hers, but now he's grown to find an odd sense of comfort in the noise. Along with... a series of other feelings.
Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Viktor being sassy, s1 Viktor, Takes place between S1E3~E4, Viktor's kinda down bad but in a denial way, Viktor also isn't good at realizing he has feelings for the reader, Jayce needs a 32hr nap
A/N: My Viktor headcanons got a LOT more love than I thought they would... so I decided to write some more Viktor XD
(Nobody's POV, but it's mostly told. through Viktor's thoughts)
~â~
The lab was pretty much silent. The only sounds heard were the sounds of Viktor tinkering with a Hextech device and the occasional flipping of pages as (Y/N) read some notes that Jayce had written. It was late, definetly past midnight as the two worked.
"(Y/N)," Viktor says, breaking the silence. The girl's head pops up at the sound of her name. "Come here for a second? I need a second pair of hands."
"Be right there." She says, finishing the page she was on. She stands up and walks towards him, the sound of her boots hitting the tile as she walks.
Clack
Click
Clack
Viktor used to hate the sound of her boots. "Those damn boots are so annoying," He had complained to Jayce during the first week of (Y/N) working as a part-time assistant. "Click clack click clack, drives me insane!" He had mocked before sighing.
"Viktor... don't both your boots AND your cane make that noise as well?"Jayce had responded, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile. This made Viktor at a loss for words.
"Well... It's annoying when she does it!" He had sassed back in response, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
That was 3 years ago. Now, he found a weird sense of comfort in hearing the sound of her boots hit the floor. He couldn't explain why, enjoyment of familiarity maybe?
"What's up?" (Y/N) says, standing behind Viktor. The smell of her perfume was almost overwhelming to him, overloading his senses. Which was weird, seeings as it must've been almost 13 hours since she'd last applied perfume. And that doesn't last long... was he delusional? Or maybe just tired? Whatever. It doesn't matter.
"Yeah, I just need you to hold this in place." Viktor says, not even looking up from what he's doing. He gestures to a little piece of metal he's holding. (Y/N) leans over Viktor and holds the piece in place as requested. The scientist trys his best to ignore the feeling of her closeness and the racing of his heart... holy crap was it warm in here? It must've been. Although it seemed strange to him that it was magically warm in here all of a sudden. This spirals him into a memory, a memory that took place a little less than a week prior to now.
Viktor sat at his desk, for once not to work on Hextech, but to run his hands through his hair and stay deep in thought.
"Viktor?" Jayce asked. "Are you OK? You haven't been as focused as you normally are today. Did something happen?"
"I think... I think there's something genuinely wrong with me." Viktor says. "Like... maybe I'm coming down with something?? I don't know." Viktor stands up, leaning on his cane slightly for support.
"Oh?" Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. "Could you, uh, possibly elaborate on that?"
"Well, for one everytime Ms.(L/N) comes near me I about have a damn heart attack." Viktor says, his cane clacking softly on the floor as he paces. "Like yesterday, perfect example. She accidently brushed my hand when she was passing me a paper and I actually thought I was dying."
Jayce suppresses a smile, trying not to laugh. Was Viktor really getting THIS worked up... over a little crush? "Oh?" Jayce says, still suppressing a smile. "Is that it?"
"Whenever she's near me, I swear to the gods that I become hyperaware of... like... everything." Viktor says. "Like the room feels warmer, her perfume or her shampoo is ALL I can smell, I'm almost convinced I know every single speckle of color in her eyes... I think I might actually be going crazy." Viktor says, stopping his pacing. "I'm positive. I've actually hit the breaking point and am decending into insanity."
Jayce now can't help but laugh. Maybe it was his lack of sleep from working on Hextech for days on end, maybe it was the seriousness in Viktor's voice about his "decent to madness." Jayce's laughter came out as almost wheezes due to how hard he was laughing.
Viktor throws his hands up in exasperatedness. "Jayce!" Viktor scolds. "This ISN'T funny! There's-"
This just makes Jayce laugh more and more. "Yes it is, Viktor." Jayce manages to say through wheezes. He's holding onto the desk for support as he laughs. It gets to the point where passersby become mildly concerned for the scientist's wellbeing. "I assure you you're not decending to madness."
"Then what the hell is going on????" Viktor exclaims, collapsing into his chair.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine." Jayce says, wiping the tears of laughter away as he tries to steady his breathing.
"Viktor?" The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory. "You good? I think I said your name like five times." (Y/N) says with a chuckle. Viktor shakes his head slightly.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Viktor says, continuing what he was doing. He tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands, the side of his own hand pressed against Ms. (L/N)'s own hand. When he's done. He about throws the screwdriver down. "Thank you for your assistance." Viktor says, the weight off his shoulders earning a little sigh of relief.
"Was that all you needed?" (Y/N) asks.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Viktor says. (Y/N) hums in response, walking over to her desk. Click, clack, click, clack. Her boots echo in the room. She grabs her coat and walks towards Viktor again.
"I'm gonna head out then." She says. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her boots ring in Viktor's head, a haunting sound that he didn't actually mind having on replay in his brain. "You should too soon." She says, her voice kind and soft.
Viktor's stomach feels like it's about to leap out of his body. Even though it was scientifically impossible, he couldn't help but worry about it. "I will soon." He says, the softness in his voice actually shocking him. Normally he'd just lie out his teeth and sleep in the lab, or not sleep at all. However, when he said that he would... he truly meant it. His eyes move away from the project and to (Y/N). "I'm just gonna finish this little bit up."
(Y/N) smiles, it's tired and small, but it's still a smile nonetheless. Seeing her smile along made the corners of his lips feel like they were moving on their own. He suppresses a smile the best he can, but it still shows on his face. "Goodnight, Viktor." She says, her voice still soft. She didn't speak full volume, and that for some reason made Viktor's heart rate skyrocket.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He says, the same tone and volume as (Y/N). She turns and walks out of the room. Click, clack, click, clack. He listens to the sound of her shoes until they completely fade out.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine."
Viktor didn't have a crush on (Y/N)... did he?
~â~
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â just hold my hand. â
pairing : tasm!peterparker x f!reader
summary : f!reader suddenly is rescued by tasm!peterparker while getting mugged, the rescue leads to other small feelings to start to grow
warnings : pet names, cursing, bad writing, horribly proofread, plot probably makes no sense at all, bad grammar ermmm
wc : 716
A/N : ermmm first fic so if it sucks thatâs why guysđ probably not gonna make this one a series and this will most likely by my first and last fic lolđ
you had no idea how you ended up on top of a building. one minute you were being mugged, and another you were in spider-manâs arms in mid air. âholy fuck! let me down!!â you squeal, shutting your eyes tightly and trying not to burst out into tears of pure terror. âcalm down, doll. just trying to get you to a safe place.â spider-man spoke, you find yourself feeling comforted by his warm, honey-like voice, it sounding all too familiar to you.
you watch as the boy in the red and blue suit swings you both, stopping on top of an apartment building rooftop. he releases you from his securing grip, and you stumble forward slightly due to the almost whiplash-like change of practically flying and being reminded of gravity.
âeasy there, doll.â he advised, his tone laced with a slight hint of teasing. setting a hand on the small of your back to ensure your safety.
âi think i just saw the light.â you mumble, hand moving over your heart to try and regulate your heartbeat. you walk towards the middle of the rooftop, avoiding the ledge at all costs. you never acknowledged just how bad youâre fear of heights was until now. âgreat timing y/nâ you think to yourself, turning around to see spider-man, whoâs practically jumping off the roof, âarenât you scared to fall?â you ask, not realizing how dumb that question sounds until after you said it. of course he isnât scared to fall, heâs spider-man.
the boy laughs, you take a mental note to somehow find a way to hear that sweet sound again. âno doll, iâm not scared to fall. in fact, i fall on purpose, thatâs kind of my job.â he remarks, making his was over to where you stand, arms crossed.
âsoo, you gonna tell me where you live so i can take you back?â spider-man inquires, not so much asking, more so to remind you.
âoh yeah, uhm, i live on 51st street,â you almost blurt out, the reality and realization of you almost being attacked just minutes ago staring to set in.
âyou doinâ alright sweetheart?â he asks, noticing your sudden detach from the conversation. as he waits for you to answer, he makes a mental map of the route to your home.
âyeah, yeah, iâm fine. just a little in shock i guess..â you reply, running your hands through your hair, wishing you were in bed, and that this was all really really weird dream.
âokay, just checking doll.â he comments, the pet name feeling natural to him.
a few minutes pass and youâve been stalling getting down from the rooftop, knowing you have to go through what you did roughly ten minutes ago.
âalright, letâs get you home.â spider-man spoke, reaching a hand out for you, âi know youâre stalling. just hold my hand, it wonât be that bad sweetheart. you ready?â
you take his hand in yours holding onto him tightly as you brace yourself for the drop. âyeah, as iâll ever be i guess..â
spider-man hears your words of consent and swiftly shoots out a web to cling to the side of a nearby skyscraper, you tighten your grip on the boy and biting your lip to suppress a scream as you both glide through the night.
you two soon reach your house, you catch your breath as he walks you to the gate. âhey spider-man, i never got to say thank you,â i realize, turning my head slightly to the side to look at him.
âyour welcome doll, just try not to walk alone at night, some people are creeps.â he cautions, looking you over carefully to see if you are injured.
âiâll try not to..â you say, a soft smile appearing on your lips. âbye spider-man, see you around.â you state, turning to open the door to your house.
âyeah, you can count on that sweetheart.â he quips, a smirk on his face under the mask, he waits for you to close and lock the door behind you before he sets off to finish his nightly patrol. âsheâs somethinâ..â spider-man thinks to himself, knowing heâs most definitely going to check in on you throughout the week. to make sure youâre safe, and to be able to talk to you more.
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I Hear Them Calling (Extra: Thanksgiving)
Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.
Summary: Thanksgiving is Y/Ns favorite holiday, but an unexpected heat nearly derails it. Her alpha, Harry, is there to make sure things go according to plan.
Word Count: 2K
CW: mentions of heat cycle, scenting, omega drop
AN: So happy to bring these characters back for a bit! I do have another couple extras planned for them!
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Thanksgiving has always been one of your favorite holidays. Itâs the only time of year that your whole family gets together, and so you always go all out. The festivities last for days, and you always have so much fun and make so many memories.
Which is why you panic when you start feeling signs of pre-heat the Friday before Thanksgiving.
Harry is out at the studio when it happens, starting to work on some writing for his next album. When his phone rings he checks it and smiles seeing your name there.Â
âHi baby, I promise Iâm wrapping up here within the hour,â he says, knowing heâs been gone longer than he planned to.
âAlpha,â you reply, your voice shaky. Harry is immediately on edge, your tone worrying him as well as his inner alpha.
âOmega, whatâs wrong?â Heâs on his feet, gathering his things as he listens to you reply, âI think Iâm going into heat.â
He takes a breath, relieved thatâs the answer. He was admittedly worried that something was really wrong, or that a strange alpha was trying to hurt you. But a heat, thatâs something the two of you can handle.
âHow soon do you think?â he asks.
âUhm, not immediately. Maybe tomorrow,â you answer.
âOkay well Iâll finish up here as quickly as I can and clear my schedule. Everything is going to be alright.â
âNo itâs not!â Harryâs shocked by your outburst. Youâre normally so calm and level headed. He knows there has to be more than just an oncoming heat.
âSweetheart youâve had heats before, youâre never this worried. Whatâs going on?âÂ
Itâs quiet for a moment until you answer, âI donât want to miss Thanksgiving.â
âOh, baby. I know you donât. But I really donât think we will. If it starts tomorrow like you think it will be over in time to get home, just like we planned.â
âIt will?â
âIt will. Youâve never gone more than three days since youâve been on these suppressants. If it makes you feel better why donât you start packing and getting ready for the trip now? That way you wonât have to worry about it after. We can just relax until itâs time to go.â
âOkay. Yea. Thatâs a good idea,â you reply.
âAlright. You start that and Iâll take care of the last of my work stuff. Iâll swing by the shops on my way home and get some heat food for us.â
âOkay. Donât be too long. I miss you. Need my alpha,â you say, causing Harryâs heart to swell.
âIâll be as fast as possible. I love you, omega.â
âLove you too,â you reply before hanging up.Â
You feel antsy, wanting your alpha home with you. The extra clinginess is always one of the first signs of your heat. But you do as Harry suggested and pack both of your bags. When thatâs done you start to build a nest, wanting a fresh one to spend your heat in.
Harryâs impressed when he gets home. Not only are you done packing, but youâd built a beautiful nest for the two of you.Â
You spend the rest of the night by his side, first not wanting him out of your sight, then later not allowing him out of your reach. Saturday morning comes and youâre disappointed that youâve made it through the night without your heat starting.
As the day goes on you get more and more anxious. It has to start soon, the time you have until Thanksgiving is ticking away. You become more agitated, and even Harry canât calm you like he normally can.
And then finally, just as youâre cleaning up dinner, the first wave hits you. Nearly crying in relief you rush Harry to your nest, where youâll spend the following 72 hours.Â
By Tuesday night your heat has mostly passed, and you happily let Harry pamper you. The two of you bathe together before sharing a delicious meal. Youâre both exhausted, quickly falling asleep in the bed that Harry has expertly made with fresh sheets.
Wednesday morning comes and Harry is confused to wake up to an empty bed. Heâd planned on a lazy lie in where he could continue to cuddle and scent you, give you the closeness and the touch that your omega needs after a heat.Â
He finds you in the kitchen making breakfast, and his alpha scolds him for not taking proper care of you.Â
But you donât see it that way. You feel great! Youâd just had an enjoyable heat shared with your wonderful alpha, and youâre excited to get on the road to be with your family. Right now, everything is perfect in your eyes.
âBaby, what are you doing up?â Harry asks, coming over to help you.
âI slept like a log all night. Donât think I even rolled over once. So Iâm feeling refreshed. How are you, did you sleep okay?â
âYea, yea Iâm good,â he answers. You gesture for him to sit and he does as heâs told. The two of you eat together and he makes sure to thank you and compliment the breakfast youâd made.Â
âAlright so Iâm going to shower and finish getting everything ready. Iâm hoping to be on the road by 11. Those bags by the door are ready. Can you load them in the car?â
Harryâs taken aback again. Surely you donât plan to leave so soon. Youâre barely twelve hours out of your heat. Heâd hoped that you would be willing to wait twenty four hours and drive up that evening. Well really he wanted to wait until the following morning, but he knew youâd want to wake up at your momâs house on the actual holiday.Â
But this? This made him nervous. You seem fine, but this is not how you normally are after a heat. Normally you wonât let him leave your side for at least two days. You try to hide away from the rest of the world, wanting to stay home, stay in your nest. He doesnât want you pushing yourself too much, but he also knows that thereâs no stopping you at this point. You have the plan made, and youâre going to execute it.
Vowing to keep a close eye on you, Harry follows your lead. Just as youâd planned, youâre on the road by 11. Harry is relieved to see you nap for a bit of the drive, and heâs reluctant to wake you once you get there.Â
But everything starts out smoothly. Your parents are excited to see you and Harry, and after you settle everything in your room, the four of you have a lovely lunch together.Â
Mid-afternoon the rest of your family arrives. You say hello to everyone, and then your cousin Kelly introduces you to her new boyfriend. Youâre immediately taken aback by the scent of an alpha.Â
Aside from you, every single person in your family is a beta. You never expected that there would be an alpha at your family gathering.Â
Harry tenses beside you and you know heâs picked up on the scent as well. You both remain polite before excusing yourselves for a moment.
Quickly you head up to your room, Harry following close behind. Once the door is closed you take a deep breath.
Harry sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you sit next to him.Â
âI didnât know that an alpha would be here,â you state.
âI know. Are you okay?â he asks. Youâre hesitant around alphas as it is, and seeing one while fresh out of heat is clearly upsetting your omega.Â
âI donât know. I feel a bit weird. Can you scent me? Please?âÂ
âOf course, baby,â he replies. He leans down, his nose brushing the scent gland on your neck. He douses you in calming pheromones and you begin to go lax. But a knock at the door has you tensing once again.
âWho is it?â Harry asks.
âItâs Erin, can I come in?â You nod yes and Harry speaks the reply. The door opens and Erin says, âJust wanted to make sure you guys are okay.â
You smile at this. Erin, who is a few years older than you, has always been more like a big sister than a cousin. It makes you happy that even though youâve both grown up, sheâs still looking out for you.
âIâm okay,â you reply. âItâs just- I finished a heat yesterday and didnât expect there to be an alpha here.â
âWhat do you mean? There arenât any alphas except Harry.â
âKellyâs boyfriend. He smells like an alpha,â you explain.
âThatâs odd,â Erin replies. âHeâs definitely a beta. He does have an alpha brother, maybe thatâs what you're smelling. I can go talk to him to see if thatâs the case. Donât worry, Iâll take care of it,â she says and leaves before you can even thank her.Â
She comes back a couple minutes later and says, âItâs confirmed. Heâs a beta and is borrowing clothes from his brother. He found a clean shirt and even sprayed some neutralisers to make sure the smell is completely gone.â
Suddenly you feel embarrassed by your overreaction. Harry can sense this, but simply replies, âThatâs so kind of him. Thank you for helping with that. Weâre going to stay up here a little longer. Can you tell everyone weâll be down in a bit?â
âYea of course. Feel free to text me if you need anything,â Erin says before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
âWhatâs wrong?â Harry asks.
âI feel bad. Like, guilty that I overreacted,â you reply.
âThereâs nothing to feel bad about. Sometimes our secondary genders take a bit of control. I know mine did down there. The second that scent hit me my only goal was to get my omega as far from that unknown alpha as possible.â
It does make you feel better to know that Harry was as affected as you were. You lean up to scent him briefly, before pulling away.
Harry gives you a questioning look and you say, âIâm a little dizzy. I think- Iâm pretty sure Iâm dropping.â
âThatâs perfectly okay,â Harry replies. He moves the two of you so youâre comfortably lying in the bed. âIâm here, omega. Iâll protect you. Iâve got you.â
Heâs releasing soothing pheromones, and before you know it your world goes dark as you enter into a peaceful drop.
Itâs quick, only lasting half an hour, and you wake up more refreshed than youâve felt in a while. Finally youâre ready to join your family.Â
Dinner that night is simple, takeout from a local Italian restaurant. But itâs not about the food, itâs about the people. You catch up with your family, enjoying this time with them as your alpha sits beside you, a steady hand resting on your knee to reassure you of his presence after your heat and drop.Â
The next day is wonderful as well. Harry has never celebrated American Thanksgiving before and you and your family make sure he gets the full experience. Which of course includes the frantic rush to get the turkey in the oven on time while the Macyâs parade plays on the TV.Â
That night youâre seated on the couch, Harry beside you, and your heart fills with pride at seeing him interact so wonderfully with your family.
The next morning is much more relaxed, everyone sitting around enjoying their tea or coffee. Both lunch and dinner consist of the previous dayâs leftovers, and the vibe remains calm
That is until the table is cleared of food, making room for board games.
Somehow youâd forgotten to warn Harry about this part of the family get togethers.Â
You wouldnât say youâre a particularly competitive group. But something about board games really leads you all to get extra excited.Â
No one ever gets angry or anything, just very, very loud. And honestly, quite silly.Â
Harry fits right in, joking along with the rest of you as things continue to get out of hand. Thereâs more laughter than anything, and you pause a moment to simply take it all in. You have everything you could ever want, and as you watch Harry give up the crown to your cousin during the Pretty, Pretty Princess tournament, you feel a sense of peace.
Being an omega in this world is hard, but now that youâve found your perfect alpha, it all feels worth it.
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AN: Thanks for reading! If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a lovely day! If not, I still hope you have a lovely Thursday!
If you have a request for an extra for this story please let me know!
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Prince!Shouto x Writer/Artist!Reader
Masterlist
Sfw, Female!Reader, Fantasy Au, random thought that I just wanted out of my head, mind the typos! Dialogue under the cut!
Youâre a writer/artist, gaining quick popularity across the kingdom due to the satirical works you put out, particularly the ones where you satirise The King.
Your pieces are doing numbers. Sung in pubs, tacked to every board in town, even shoved into the arms of royal guards who canât do anything but stand at their post and take it.
And youâre beaming, practically swimming in money and praise. You let a bit of it get to your head, suddenly dismissive of any consequences that come with mocking the royal family. Especially with your foreign pen name, feeling safe signing the end of each work while cozied up in your little house hidden away in the forest⊠that is until you get a knock on the door and⊠itâs The Prince.
[Or Shouto, crown prince, can barely hold in his laugh every time his father calls a meeting to discuss the crudely drawn pictures of him being pasted around the city. And god the first time he heard one of your poems? Being read aloud in the formal voice of one of the guards? It wasnât just Shouto who had to excuse himself from the table, but his mother too, trailing behind him with a soft smile on her face.
He makes sure the guards keep any of the flyers that make their way into the castle, citing it as âevidence,â crucial to the investigations. Really he just takes them to his room, gleefully pinning them up. Even taking comfort in them on particularly cruel training nights.
Heâs never been malicious, but when it comes to his father, he can be quite testy. Petulant for good reason. Your drawings of his father, the harsh scribbles accompanied by wretched songs, somehow he feels seen. Like the awful hate in his heart is warm and somewhere appreciated.
Shouto also thinks the way you draw his father as just a massive rectangle with two deeply furrowed brows is really funny.]
âYou knowâŠâ Shouto speaks, unintentionally solemn. You prepare to be scolded on instinct. âYouâve drawn my hair on the wrong side.â
In his hand he raises the crumpled remains of one of your works. Even with the paper having seen better days, itâs undeniably yoursâ with itâs infamous juts of ink, harsh lines and messy splashes of colour thrown across the page. In your handwriting, thereâs a vulgar poem captioning the drawing. Implying the prince to be a bastard, with a women killing smile and a surprisingly impish attitude.
Your signature printed in bright red ink probably doesnât help your case either.
âThe scar is accurate howeââ
âGive me that.â You snatch the flyer from him, crumpling it into your hand and tightening around it.
Shouto doesnât protest, seemingly entertained by your sudden shyness. The words of [Pen Name] have been always been so crass, he had never expected you to hold such embarrassment. He doesnât want you to, but he finds it amusing all the same.
âLook.â You donât like his smile, itâs too soft, earnest. âIf youâre here to execute me just do it!â Thereâs a wobble in your voice when you speak. Not from genuine fear of death, instead you sound like a sulking child. âI canât imagine the king would send his son for any other reason..â
âShouto,â He prompts. âIâd like it if you called me Shouto.â In the blink of an eye, in front of you is another flyer. âSee.â He points to the picture of him, his name written in massive letters underneath.
âHow many do you have,â You groan, snatching the paper from him again. His little disappointed pout feels like a win, it must have been his last. âThen why are you here?â
Shouto stares as if he doesnât quite know himself. His eyes glaze over you, your cluttered room and to where you fists have finally softened in their grip. Then, like a spark alights behind his eyes, he smiles, responding with blunt determination.
âTo be your friend.â
I wishhh I had the brain power to write full fics coz this au is so fun to think about⊠maybe if the fantasising gets too big to stay in my head Iâll write drabbles of random nonchronological scenarios, or not!
#big fan of Shouto unintentionally getting under readers nerves#fanfic#quitesins tdrk#x reader#mha x reader#shouto x reader#todoroki shouto x you#todoroki imagine#todoroki x reader#shoto x reader#shoto x you#shouto x you#shouto todoroki x reader#prince Shouto#fantasy au#mha fantasy au#fantasy au shouto#todoroki x you#todoroki x y/n#shouto x y/n#Todoroki fanfic#shouto imagines#Todoroki imagines#quite shorts#prince Todoroki
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good morning kiss
pairing. eddie munson x fem!reader
summary. after endless attempts to try and wake you up, eddieâs kisses are finally what make your eyes open up
genre. fluff
warning/s. pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), reference to being âhis girlâ and a âsleeping beautyâ, she/her pronouns, kissing, slight allusions to sex (in past memory)
authors note. iâm so sorry if the pov is weird in this?? i tried writing this differently than i usually write my fics, so i think i mightâve been switching between past and present tense. anyways i hope you guys like this!!
word count. 529
disney princess collection
you look so peaceful. your eyes rest closed, body slumped into eddieâs bed. even in one of his ratty old kiss t-shirts and your cheek pressed against his floppy pillow, you look so beautiful.
itâs late april, sunlight spilling in through the window, catching his dusty blinds to cast shadows against his blankets. only glimpses of you illuminated - your right eyelashes, the bridge of your nose, one corner of your mouth that twitches ever so slightly in your sleep.
as much as eddie loves admiring you (with his distaste for interrupting your peace much stronger), you two had only 30 minutes to get ready for school. with a soft smile, eddieâs hand gently squeezes at your hip, shaking you with care. he knows you never wake from the first few shakes.
two more gentle shakes go by before he starts tracing his fingers beneath your his shirt. eddieâs voice, though a little gravelly, whispers softly into your ear, trying to ease you awake the best he can.
âgotta wake up sweetheart, donât want you late again this week.â
you had two very logical explanations as to why you were late two times already this week. you spent monday morning preoccupied with the way eddieâs hand felt on your thigh on the drive to school. completely not your fault.
as for your second tardy, tuesday morning, you spent twenty minutes helping eddie replace the flat tire on your car. he insisted that it couldnât wait, and that you need reliable transportation outside of himself. as if heâd ever say no to giving his girl a ride.
eddie still failed to wake you. your back was turned to him, though he could still see some of your face. the corner of your lip twitches again, but this time it looked somewhat like a smile to him.
with raised eyebrows, eddie pushes his weight up and over top of you to get a better look of your face. his fingers find their way to your tummy now, softly feeling your skin. he desperately wants you to keep resting. everything in him tells him to let you be. eddie, however, knew heâd feel guilty letting you be late again.
âcâmon sweetheart,â he whines softly, watching as your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly. youâre faking being asleep. with a wide grin plastered onto his face, eddie decides to play into it. his fingers begin to dance against the ticklish spots on your skin. still, you force yourself to stay âasleepâ.
âwhatâs a guy gotta do to get his sleeping beauty to awaken?â thatâs when it dawns on him. a kiss. the hand that was once on your tummy reaches up to your cheeks, smushing them together gently.
only a few seconds later was your cheek greeted with a big, wet kiss. quiet giggles erupt from your chest, slowly twisting in eddieâs arms to face his direction. in between your giggles, you can hear him whisper âshe has risenâ.
he un-smushes your cheeks for just a second, giggling along with you as you speak quietly. âi think your sleeping beauty needs one last kiss on the lips to seal the deal.â
âanything for my princess.â
âââ
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Grab yourself some hot chocolate, a pair of cozy socks and sit with me by the fire as we listen to the best Christmas hits!
â· Baby, itâs Cold Outside!
Your best friend Satoru Gojo had a bad habit of hogging you all to himself - especially around the holidays - but he always knew when to share. That being said, despite you telling him about your very important date with the guy from on of your classes, he seemed to be abnormally clingy (which you didnât even think was possible.) Hopefully your hot date wonât mind the messy hair and rosy cheeks youâd probably show up withâŠ
â· Santa Baby
Your boyfriend Kento always made sure you had whatever you needed (and some!) So when he asked you to write him a Christmas list - you were at a loss for what to ask for. You already had everything that you could possibly need, so what could possibly be missing? Oh, right, you supposed there was one thing you wanted mostâŠ
â· Last Christmas
A year after your break up with Suguru, your mutual friend Satoru decided it was the perfect time to bring everyone together, so he begged and pleaded for you to help him decorate for his yearly Satoruâs Spectacular Christmas Spirit Bash (yes, he thought of the name) and for some reason, you agreed. You just hoped youâd manage to leave in time before you do something you might regret.
â· Rockinâ Around the Christmas Tree
The Christmas party Higurumaâs law firm would throw to âboost moraleâ always seemed to have the opposite effect; deflating his coworkers instead of cheering them up. He knew most of them were only attending because they had to but this year seemed different - and it was all because of the pretty little bartender dressed in a ridiculously cute red dress and santa hat.
â· Silver Bells
Santaâs Workshop was only open for two months out of the year - and theyâve been your favorite two months for the past decade. Seeing the smiley faced, rosy cheeked children accompanied by their equally bright-eyed parents always sparked joy within you, after all, Santaâs Workshop was all things merry. That was at least until your boss decided that hiring Ebeneezer Scrooge to be Santa was a bright idea. But, no need to worry, it was your job to turn frowns upside down after all! All in the name of Christmas spirit, of course!
â· All I Want for Christmas Is You!
Both you and Yuta adored all things Christmas so it was no surprise that you and him were paired to decorate Jujutsu High for the upcoming Christmas dinner (courtesy of Satoru Gojo, of course). Now, where the hell did all that mistletoe go?
â· Santa Tell Me
Spending the months cleaning up vomit that nervous children would leave you in the most ridiculous places (you couldâve sworn the fake presents didnât even open) wasnât your ideal pastime and neither was arguing with the ridiculously cute elf that you always seemed to be paired with for your shifts⊠Well, maybe the latter wasnât so bad⊠Especially not when he would go out of his way to get you your favorite hot chocolate before every shift.
â· Itâs Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas
Shoko never let Satoru drag her into any of his shenanigans. So why did she find herself in one of the ugliest christmas sweaters sheâd ever seen, standing on some poor unsuspecting familyâs front porch singing Christmas carols of all things? Well, thatâs easy really, itâs because youâre there too - looking mighty adorable sporting the second ugliest christmas sweater in existence right alongside her.
â· Mistletoe
After being paired with Yuta and his crush to cover Jujutsu High in Christmas cheer you and Yuji are making it your own personal mission to finally get Yuta and his crush together. Thankfully, with the holidays rolling around, mistletoe is far too easy to come by! Wait, why is it that you two always end up stuck in your own trap?
â· Winter Wonderland
Nobara and Yuji donât know where Megumi keeps disappearing to every night after class and the excuses heâs been giving them are starting to get ridiculous (they refuse to believe Megumi is trying out meditation) Their solution? Follow him into town, of course!
â· Youâre A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Sukuna doesnât get the appeal of any holiday but especially not Christmas. In fact, he hates it! Or, at least, he did. Then he stumbled across silly little you; a self proclaimed Christmas connoisseur that came into his nephews life and flipped it upside down. Follow his (mis)fortune as you introduce him and his adorable nephew to the true spirit of Christmas!
A/n: so super excited to get these out n posted <3 iâll probably also be posting drabbles for other characters (choso my love im begging for ur forgiveness) in between posting these so please keep an eye out for those as well ! <3 (side note; take a shot every time I mention drinking hot chocolate ⊠wld u believe me if i said it wasnât my drink of choiceâŠ? hehe)
#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#suguru x reader#geto x reader#shoko x reader#ino x reader#kento x reader#yuji x reader#megumi x reader#sukuna x reader#toji x reader#higuruma x reader#yuta okkotsu x reader#yuta x reader#gojo fluff#geto fluff#shoko fluff#ino fluff#yuji fluff#megumi fluff#yuta fluff#kento fluff#toji fluff#higuruma fluff#sukuna fluff#ACK! i luv christmas :3 also SO sorry abt not having a header for sukuna i can only post 10 pics⊠sigh
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This is my first fic - all thanks to encouraging Tumblr posts I've come across. Y'all motivated me to write for fun and I appreciate that!
Summary: Castiel comes to meet Dean, who is in the midst of his sex, alcohol, and violence fueled new demon life with Crowley, only to receive an unexpected offer.
âCassie.â The way Crowley said the name made it clear he was far from happy to see the angel. Frankly, the past few weeks he had spent with Dean were fun, and the last thing he wanted was for the holier-than-thou brother-and-friend duo to show up and ruin everything. At least this time, he knew it wouldnât be so easy. Dean wasnât the same person. The demon side of him didnât want to be around Sammy at all. And that was something no one could have ever expectedâthe two had been practically siamese twins. âTo what do we owe the displeasure of your charming presence?â Crowley asked, his lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line.
âIâm here to talk to Dean.â
Crowley rolled his eyes. Of course he was. The guy had gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition once, and it was like he would never let go again.
But a small smirk appeared on Crowleyâs face.
âHeâs a little busy,â he replied, pointing to the bar.
Dean was busy. Like most nights lately, he was chatting up some pretty thing at a barâor more than one. Hell, Crowley and he had had quite a few adventurous nights with a wide variety of people. He couldnât even remember all their names anymoreânot that he cared to. All he cared about lately were alcohol, sex, and violence. A lot of violence.
Tonight, he had managed to fish out two beautiful womenâboth blonde, both curvy. With them under his arms, he turned to Crowley, who was meant to join them, but his green eyes landed on someone else instead.Â
Castiel.
The three approached the two men, Crowley briefly approvingly eyeing up Deanâs picks for the night.
âCas. What are you doing here?â Dean askedâhis face couldnât be any less interested.
âI need to talk to you.â Castielâs voice was as monotone as usual, but he stepped toward the other, staring at him, brows slightly knitted together as he examined his face.
âWell, as you see, Iâm kinda busy right now.â Dean vaguely gestured to the women beside him and Crowley. âSo itâs gonna wait till the morning,â he stated firmly. He was not going to waste his time talking right now when he had two hot ladies hanging off his arms and Crowley, who, thanks to hundreds of years of experience, knew his way around things very well. âUnlessâŠâ He let go of the two women and approached Castiel, not leaving much room between them. He tilted his head slightly. âYou want to join.â
Dean glanced over his shoulder. âDo you mind?â He asked, but the ladies shook their heads no.
âHeâs kinda hot, to be honest,â one of the women said, biting her lip as she checked the angel out.
Crowley couldnât help but roll his eyes again and mutter, âWhy does everyone find him attractive? The man looks like an accountant.â
Dean turned back to Castiel, who watched them with his emotionless look.
âI know what you want, Cas. Iâve known for a while,â he told him, the corner of his lip curling slightly in a cocky smirk, his eyes traveling from the manâs eyes to his
//Continue on ao3 (tumblr char constraint?)
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Hii, can I request headcanons or fic for Mitsuya with a model reader?
crush? | t. mitsuya
âËâč⥠tags; fem!reader, finale timeline so spoilers? mitsuya being a absolute sweetheart as usual, also him struggling a bit as a new designer lol, this is a slowburn ngl...y/n overthinking towards the end
âËâč⥠wc; 3,500+
âËâč⥠a/n; this was a bit vague so I wasn't too sure what you wanted exactly, I didnt mean for this to be so long but then I just kept writing and it became a lot longer then I anticipated LOL also ill probably rename this later, i never even know what to name some of these sometimes
Mitsuya threw down all the photos of headshots his assistant had brought him to look through "This is it?" he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly. The girl stumbled around a bit "Uh yes sir, that's all of the models...you don't see any you like?" she questioned a bit frustrated.
"I'm sorry, but no, none of them have what I'm looking for exactly..." he sighed, standing up and picking up a headshot of a young man. "None of them? Like not a single one?" the girl questioned, a bit shocked. Mitsuya only shook his head while pacing around.Â
"Well, I don't mean to step on your toes or anything, sir, but the show is in two months, and we need to start booking models..." she muttered, looking through her emails, hoping to see a response. You can call Hakkai, and I'll choose some of the people here, but give me a few more days to pick someone for the main piece."
Mitsuya ran a hand through his hair, softly pulling at the roots in frustration. He had someone specific in mind for the main piece of the show. Unfortunately, Okamoto, his assistant, was unable to book you. They didn't even receive an email back from your manager.
Mitsuya knew it'd be a miracle if he were able to book you for his show but he still tried. But now that the odds weren't in his favor he had to find a new model for the face of the show, he could just go with Hakkai. He wasn't too sure Hakkai wanted to sport a dress on the runway though...
You watched from the corner of your eye as your manager angrily swiped through her tablet, hundreds of emails in the reflection of her glasses. You went to say something when you felt a tug on your hair "Could you be a bit more gentle?" you muttered getting fed up, that was the sixth time this stylist had tugged on your hair in the last twenty minutes.
You didn't say anything when he softly apologized while continuing to do your hair in a crazy updo for your upcoming photoshoot. "Are you ok over there? You look like you're about to throw that thing" You call out to your manager who's now angrily typing away on her tablet.
"You would think after sending 15 emails and not receiving a single one back this person would stop emailing me about you," she muttered with furrowed eyebrows, who the hell was blowing up your manager about you anyway? You had just started seriously modeling this year and you've been very successful but you didn't think you were that desired by some people.Â
"Who is it? What's it for?" you question now really curious about this person's persistence while shifting in your seat. "I don't even know, it's to walk at some small runway show, nothing worth your time." She sighs lifting her glasses to rest on the top of her head.Â
You had only walked a few runways, and each time it was a bit chaotic but you had lots of fun "Oh really, who's the designer? I wouldn't mind doing another runway!" your manager looks at you a bit shocked while you smile at her innocently.Â
She quickly recuperates and walks over to you holding out her tablet "He's a small upcoming designer, Mitsuya Takashi? I've never heard of him personally but Hakkai Shiba walks at almost all of his shows." She explains while swiping through some of his designs.Â
"No way! I love his clothes, why didn't you tell me sooner?" you whine looking at all the emails his assistant has sent your manager over the last two weeks. You feel yourself basically shaking in excitement at the thought of walking for one of your new favorite designers.Â
"I didn't think you even knew who he was, I didn't until I got her emails!" she explains pointing at the tablet in your hands, and to give her credit you had just discovered the upcoming designer recently.Â
One of the other models at a photo shoot you were at was wearing a beautiful dress and when you asked her where she got it, she explained that Mitsuya had made it for her as a thank-you for modeling for him. Not only was the man extremely talented, but he also seemed really kind.Â
You had always searched for his clothing at any store you had gone to, you never had any luck though. You were thinking about reaching out to him yourself but lately, your schedule has been extremely busy. This was the perfect opportunity you were searching for.Â
"Tell him yes, anything he wants, yes I'll do it! If I have stuff scheduled when he needs me, cancel it!" you smile handing your manager her tablet back and standing up seeing now that your hair is done. "B-but what about the shoot with miu miu?" your manager sputtered quickly following behind you.
"Cancel it!" you smile closing your dressing room door in your manager's face.Â
When Okamoto barged into Mitsuya's office sputtering about booking you he thought she was crazy. But when she showed him the email from your manager stating you agreed to walk the runway in his clothes he almost passed out. He immediately started stitching together your dress, too excited to sleep even though it was already past midnight.
Now two weeks later, he was almost done with the piece just having to add the tedious details and fix some stitching here and there. But it was also the day you'd come by for the first fitting and be meeting mitsuya for the first time.Â
To say he was nervous was an understatement, he kept pricking his fingers while working on the other pieces for the show and stumbling over stray rolls of fabric. He didn't even realize the time until Okamoto came in telling him you'd be there in an hour, he quickly started to clean his office not wanting you to see the chaotic room.Â
When he finally finishes cleaning the room he looks around for any stray items lying around. Not seeing a single thing hethrew himself onto his chair when a big sigh, he knew you should be here any moment. He was so nervous he keptthinking about what he'd say to you when he finally met you.Â
"Thank you so much for accepting...no thank you for giving me the opportunity...no..." he sighed still not able to think properly when he heard his office door open. Quickly standing up he dusted himself off and watched as you and your manager walked in talking to Okamoto.Â
"Yeah I was so jealous after she told me he had custom-made it for her, I was tempted to steal it from her dressing room when she wasn't there!" Mitsuya watched you as you laughed while readjusting your purse on your arm, he doesn't think he's seen a more beautiful woman.Â
You were wearing a simple outfit, a black long-sleeve turtle neck, some dark-washed jeans, and a pair of black boots. It was nothing special but Mitsuya thought you looked amazing, he couldn't even bring himself to say something when you looked at him.Â
"Oh my god, it's so nice to finally meet you! I've been waiting for this day since Saki told me about this!" you exclaimed briefly motioning over to your manager but quickly making your way to Mitsuya shaking his hand. He could only smile in response a little too shocked to say anything at the moment.Â
"Really? I didn't even think you knew who I was..." he awkwardly laughed while shaking your hand "I just discovered you recently from Momo? I'm sure you remember her, you made her that gorgeous custom dress! I've been searching for some of your pieces in stores but I've had no luck"Â
Mitsuya was loss for words the more you kept talking, you knew who he was? And you were on the hunt for some of his clothing on your own time? Not even saying anything he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angel "Thank you so much, you don't know how much that means to me, seriously"Â
You immediately begin to panic "What? What do you mean I haven't done anything!" you say while bringing him up by his shoulders "You agreeing to model my clothes is good enough, you're a very sought-after model y/n. You wearing my clothes is bound to help me take off as a designer so I thank you."Â
You can feel your face flush a bit, you've never had someone be so sincere to you in this industry before. Now you realize you've made a great choice by agreeing to model for Mitsuya, you hope you can continue to work with him in the future.Â
"Ok let's get to work before you make me cry or somethin'.." you softly joke taking off your bag and handing it to you Saki "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to- ok yeah let's get to work!" Mitsuya stumbles putting his glasses on and grabbing his sketchbook.
"You can take a seat over there if you'd like" Mitsuya motions over to a couch in the corner of his office when he notices your manager aimlessly standing around "Oh thank you, do you mind if I make a few calls and whatnot?" she sighs taking a seat with your stuff.Â
"No of course not, if you need anything just ask me or Okamoto" he waves off now walking over to you "I actually already started working on the piece if you'd like to see it? Or even try it on?" he mutters flipping through his sketchbook"Of course I'd like to try it on!"Â
The rest of the day was spent talking and getting to know each other while Mitsuya tailored the dress to fit you better and went over the rest of the look with you. He also asked for your input and what you thought would look good or what you'd like to wear, you could help having a small crush on the man after leaving his office that night.Â
It's now been two months since you and Mitsuya first met and you two have gotten a lot closer since that day. Some nights after you've finished with your fittings for other designers you'd invite Mitsuya out for dinner, wanting to talk the man more.
And if you two weren't out for dinner you were constantly texting, but now that his show is this weekend you haven't heard much from him. You weren't too surprised you imagined he was extremely busy trying to finish the last details for the show and whatnot, but you had to admit you missed him.Â
You just finished with a small photoshoot for a magazine when you checked your phone and saw that he still hadn't responded to your message from this morning. "Loverboy hasn't answered you?" you turn to glare at Saki who ignores you while packing up your stuff.Â
"I told you to stop calling him thatâŠbut no he hasn't answered" You sigh grabbing your bag from her arm and begin to walk out of the studio "Do you want to stop by his office?" you almost trip when walking down the stairs "What? We can't just stop by his office like that, he's probably really busy!"
Saki only shrugs her shoulders while opening the door to the building allowing you to go first "Why not? You can bring him a coffee or something, I'm sure he'd appreciate it" You bite your lip contemplating it a bit, you really did want to see the man but you also didn't want to bother him if he were busy.Â
"Ok yeah let's go, but we have to get coffee from the place by his office, he really likes that place!" you explain while getting into the back of the car with Saki who playful rolls her eyes "Yeah I know you've only told me a thousand times how much he likes that place."
Now standing outside of Mitsuya's office with his and your order in one hand and a box of pastries in the other you wonder if this was a good idea. You two had hung out plenty of times but you'd never shown up at his office unannounced and you hoped your sudden arrival didn't annoy him.Â
Before you can even think about turning around his office door opens and you see a beautiful girl walking out on the phone. She doesn't notice you at first too immersed in her conversation but when she does she gives a look of confusion and then goes wide-eyed.Â
"Are you here for Takashi?" at first you thought she was one of the other models walking in his show but when she refers to him by his first name you begin to doubt it. Who exactly was she? Mitsuya never mentioned a girlfriend before or anything similar.Â
"Yazuha can you go to the bakery down the street and get us some stuff?" you hear someone call from Mitsuya's office making the girl roll her eyes. "Actually it looks like someone is here for Takashi" She then motions for you to walk into the office as she continues her way out the door still on the phone.Â
When you walk in you see Mitsuya looking in your direction with a confused face which quickly morphs into a smile "Y/n! What are you doing here?" he quickly makes his way over to you grabbing the sweets and drinks out of your hand and placing them on his desk.Â
You quickly glance over the man standing in what you assume will be his runway outfit and back towards Mitsuya "I just wanted to see you, plus you never answered my messages. So I thought you could use some fuel or whateverâŠI didn't think you'd have other people over I should've gotten more"Â
You begin to look through your bag for your wallet going to ask the other man what he'd like "Don't worry about it y/n, I'm sorry for not answering your messages I've been finishing up Hakkai's piece all day. I'm almost done, if you want we can all go grab dinner together or something?"Â
You didn't even realize he was leading you to sit over on the couch until you were seated "Oh uh- ok yeah that's fine with me" Then it hits you that you didn't even introduce yourself to the other person in the room.Â
"I'm so sorry I'm y/n, I guess we'll be walking in the show together it's nice to meet you" You smile up at the very tall man who just turns away from you with a blank look on his face. What the hell was his deal "This is Hakkai, he's not good at talking to girls so don't take offense. And the girl outside is his sister, Yazuha, I've known both of them since middle school."
You watch Mitsuya continue to work on a few pieces of Hakkai's suit while the boy doesn't say anything just then Yazuha walks back in "Don't bother talking to that guy, he can't talk to girls" You turn to her with a small smile while Mitsuya softly laughs "Yeah Mitsuya's already told me, I'm y/n it's nice to meet you"Â
Unlike her brother Yazuha has no problem talking to you "Yeah I know, who wouldn't? You're like one of the top models right now, I thought Takashi was lying when he said he booked you." she muttered while shaking your hand.Â
"Ah I'm so glad Okamoto reached out to my manager, it's been so nice working with Mitsuya I hope he and I can keep working together in the future!" You hear Mitsuya curse a bit under his breath "Are you ok Taka-Chan?" you turn and watch as Mitsuya nods sucking on his thumb.
"Y-yeah just pricked my finger a bit, but yeah I've really enjoyed working with you too y/nâŠ" he smiles, and you note his ears are red. You return a bashful smile and turn back towards Yazuha who's giving you a smug look "RightâŠwell if you start working with Takashi a lot then you'll be seeing us a lot too so let's be good friends"Â
You've always had after-show jitters but right now you feel like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. The show went great but before the show, you barely had any time to actually talk to Mitsuya, just a quick prep talk and good luck. But right before the show actually started he had told you to immediately find him afterwards.Â
You wondered the entire time what is it that he wanted to talk to you about, then you wondered what he'd have to say about your walk. What if he hated it and never wanted you to model for his clothes ever again? You didn't even notice when he knocked on your dressing room door, too preoccupied with your thoughts.Â
You only realized he was there when he gently opened the door "Y/n? Are you in here?" you quickly walked over to the door opening it the rest of the way "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't sure you were in here" you notice he has a big bouquet of flowers and an even bigger gift bag in his hand.Â
Unable to say anything you just pull him into your dressing room and close the door "Sorry I didn't hear you knocking on the door" you mutter turning to look at him. He doesn't say anything and neither do you for a while until he holds out the bouquet "These are for youâŠ"
You take the flowers from him and notice their your favorite flowers in your favorite color. You also notice how nicely they're wrapped, they had to be really expensive "Mitsuya, these are gorgeousâŠthank you so much."Â
He only shrugs with a shy smile on his face "I wanted you to have something nice⊠I-I did my best to wrap them but I've never done it before so I'm sorry if it looks a bit sloppyâŠ" He rambles while gently grabbing them from your hands and setting them down.Â
You couldn't believe that he took the time to wrap the flowers himself, they look professionally done. You couldn't even deny it anymore if you wanted, you've totally fallen for Mitsuya. He's been nothing but good to you since you first met and watching the way he treats his friends and other models shows that he's just a great guy.Â
"Mitsuya they're gorgeous, they look perfect seriously, thank you so much for these." you mutter still admiring the beautiful bouquet "Oh well I'm glad you like them, I also have this for youâŠ" he whispers placing the huge gift bag on a chair in the room leaving you to open it.
You wonder what can be in the bag, it's massive but when you peek inside the bag you don't really see much. Turning to him to give him a suspicious look he just shrugs his shoulders with a cheeky smile "Open it" Turning back towards the bag you pull out the tissue paper.Â
At first, you just see some fabric but when you pull it out you notice it's a gorgeous dress. Looking at all the intricate details you're lost for words "Do you like it..?" you hear Mitsuya ask while he walks up closer to you "You made this for me?"Â
You turn towards him now holding the dress close to your chest as if he just threatened to take it from you "Yeah I made it last week, if you don't like something I can- No!" he looks at you wide-eyed at your interruption "Sorry but no Mitsuya it's- it'sâŠI seriously don't have words I can't believe you made this for me?"Â
He can't help the cocky grin on his face "I'm so glad you like itâŠ" Then you notice his smile falter a bit "Would you like to wear it tonight to dinnerâŠ" Was he asking you out right now? Like a real date? "With me I mean" he quickly clarified seeing your blank look.
You seriously wanted to jump for joy but decided against it to not embarrass yourself "Like just you and meâŠ? No Yazuha or Hakkai?" you don't want to get your hopes up too soon "Yes y/n just you and me, no Hakkai or Yazuha, just us. Like a date" he softly laughed walking towards you grabbing one of your hands.Â
You got one little hop in before you stopped yourself "S-sorry I'm just really happy right now" you explain when he gives you a funny look "But yes, I'd love to go on a date with you Mitsuya" you mutter now too shy to look him in the eyes.
"Ok great, I'll wait outside for you then we can go" he smiles softly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb "Ok I'll get dressed right now!" you laugh gently pushing him out of your dressing room and quickly grab your phone to tell Saki she can leave without you.Â
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Pick-Up
Jesse Pinkman & Ignacio "Nacho" Varga
For @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Near Misses: fanwork with two characters from the same show who have never met
Warnings: 18+, language, no plot just vibes
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: do you ever think about the fact that these two never got to meet? because i sure do!!!!!! i feel like there is more down the line that i would like to do with these two in a different story. but for now there's this! also my first time ever writing for Jesse so đ«Ą
âYo!â Jesse banged on the safehouse door. âOpen up!â
He didnât hear anyone calling back to him, didnât hear any movement from the other side of the door at all. Letting out a deep sigh, he started to make his way around the house. All of the curtains were covering the windows, all the locks on them secured. The only car in the driveway was his own, and for a moment Jesse couldnât help but to think that maybe Mike had sent him off on some sort of wild goose chase. Punishment for whatever heâd done most recently that had annoyed him.
When he wound up back at the front door again, Jesse was about to turn around and walk off. Heâd been through enough bouts of hazing and pointless trips. What he didnât want, though, was to get into deeper trouble because he didnât do what he was supposed to. There was still always the off-chance that this was all legit.
Standing halfway between the front door and the car, Jesse took out his phone and dialed one of the four numbers that were programmed into it. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he let it ring. His shoulders slumped, head tilting back as he waited to be sent to voicemail, to a voicemail box that probably wouldnât even let him leave a message.
âWhat?â Mikeâs voice came through on the other end of the line, as unamused as he ever was.
âDid you even send me to the right place?â Jesse asked.
âDid you go to the right place?â he rebutted.
Jesse rolled his eyes, able to picture perfectly Mikeâs expression even though the two of them were miles and miles away from each other. âI think I can match a house number and a street name.â
âOkay, then, youâre in the right spot.â
âDoes your guy know Iâm coming, then? Because Iâm out here banging on the door andââ
âDid you really think that banging on the door was the best course of action? For a man thatâs currently a fugitive and on the run fromââ
âAlright, alright. So,â Jesse shrugged, âwhat, then?â
âThereâs a number in your phone that youâve never had to call before.â He paused, a meaningful silence that lasted just long enough for Jesse to put two and two together on his own. âCall it.â
Jesse opened his mouth to respond, something along the lines of, âHow was I supposed to know?â or âWhy wasnât that part of the directions?â But before he could say anything the line went dead. He huffed before navigating his way through the umpteenth flip phone that heâd had and gone through.
He hovered over the contact saved into his phone as only NV. He looked back up at the windows on the front of the house, hoping to catch some movement in the curtains and getting nothing. Finally, he hit the dial button.
When the person on the other end of the line answered, they didnât say anything. Jesse could hear the faint waves of static, but no breathing, no voice. âLook, Iâm gonna wait out here for five more minutes and then Iâm turning around and going home. Iâm only out here because Mikeââ
âMike sent you?â the man on the other end of the line finally spoke up at the sound of a familiar name.
âYeah,â Jesse said, rolling his eyes. âSent me because heâs too busy doing other shit, I guess.â He paused, waited for the man to say something else, and when he didnât, he said, âFour minutes, dude.â
Jesse waited for a response but it never came. Once more he was faced with a dead phone line and he briefly wondered if there would ever be a time in his life again when people actually gave him a response of some kind before hanging up. A simple âGot itâ or âThanksâ would work in lieu of a real goodbye, but he never seemed to get anything these days.
He stood there and continued to stare at the front of the house. He watched the windows, the curtains still not showing any kind of movement. He wasnât really close enough to hear the sounds of any scuffling around inside but he still strained an ear just in case. Another minute had almost ticked by, which never really felt like a long time until Jesse was standing aimlessly in someoneâs driveway, and the front door still hadnât opened.
Finally hitting the point where he felt like heâd either been set up for failure, or was about to fall into some sort of trap, Jesse shook his head and mumbled a quiet, âFuck this,â to himself before continuing the trek back to the car.
Just as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the car door, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning in the direction of it, he saw a man walking out from behind the house. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, and a gun clutched with both hands pointed at the ground. Jesseâs face scrunched in confusion as much at the gun as at the state of the man in general.
Mike hadnât told him much of anything about the errand that he was on, which was typical. He definitely hadnât given Jesse a description of the person that he was supposed to be transporting which, looking back on it seemed like just as much of a security measure as it was a liability but there was nothing that he was ever going to be able to do about that.
Whoever this guy was, he certainly wasnât dressed like a man on the run with the exception of the gun in his hands. He didnât fit the bill for a guy who had been hiding out in a safehouse for who knows how long. Even though his shirt was dingy and wrinkled now, Jesse could see that on a better day, it was nicer than anything that was in his own closet. The boots on his feet werenât the kind made for the types of treks they would most likely find themselves on.
There was no shortage to the number of comments that crossed Jesseâs mind to make as the man walked closer to him. The one he settled on, however, was emphasized with a perplexed look as he said, âDude, what are you doing?â
The man mirrored his expression, though there was more annoyance etched into his features than Jesseâs. âWhat?â
Jesse nodded towards the gun that he was holding. âWhat are you doing? Itâs just,â he held his hands out, gesturing to the space around the two of them, âjust us. Gonna pop your ride out of here?â
He kept both hands on the gun still, however the muscles in his arms lost a little bit of their tension. âIf youâre my ride,â he said, giving Jesse a pointed once-over as he did, âthen yeah, sorry if I donât wanna just take my chances.â
âYou think Mike would send me all the way out here just toââ
âEven if youâre not here to kill me, I donât exactly trust that youâre gonna be able to stop someone else who wants to,â he explained. He didnât want to say it, but he also wouldnât put it past Mike or anyone in their business to send someone all the way out to where he was just to get rid of him. Whoever this kid was that Mike sent didnât seem like the kind of guy heâd send for that kind of job, but he knew better now than to say things like never.
Jesse rolled his eyes. âWhatever.â Finally reaching and pulling the door open, he said, âGet in. Or donât.â
Jesse had hardly sat down in the driverâs seat before turning the car back on. He was half-expecting whoever this guy was to turn around and walk back towards the house. Jesse wouldnât have stopped him. Leaning across the console, Jesse stared out through the passenger window to see what the guy was doing, and found him doing another scan around them before finally opening the door and getting inside.
He watched the man as he set his bag on the floor between his feet. Jesse contemplated offering for him to throw it in the back seat, but the gun still being held in one of the guyâs hands was telling Jesse that the level of trust probably wasnât quite there yet.
âJesse,â he said as he shifted to reverse.
âWhat?â
Jesse looked at him before continuing on to look over his shoulder to back out of the crumbling driveway. âMy name is Jesse. This is, you know,â he put the car into drive, âthe part where you tell me who you are, what makes you so special.â
He stared at Jesse skeptically for a moment as he started off down the road. The car rattled slightly, filing what wouldâve been deafening silence otherwise. He sat and he stared until Jesse turned to give him a quick glance before locking back onto the road. âDude, itâs gonna be a long-ass drive if youâre just gonna sit there and stare at me in silence.â
He narrowed his eyes just slightly before finally saying, âNacho.â
The chuckle that Jesse let out at that was reflexive. It was far from the strangest nickname heâd heard, and given the circles that heâd found himself running in lately he should know better than to laugh. But he couldnât stop himself. He shook his head slightly as he reined in the other laughs that wanted to sneak their way out, an undeniable smirk on his face.
âNacho,â he repeated with emphasis that was only amusing to him, âright on, yo.â
Jesse sat and waited for another moment longer, wondering if Nacho was going to have anything to say in response to that. He wasnât looking for the guyâs life story, but he was wondering if Nacho was going to divulge anything about why they were in their current situation. Maybe even say how he knew Mike, or why Mike gave enough of a crap about him to have someone go out and fetch him, but didnât give so much of a crap to come out and rescue Nacho himself. Heâd settle for anything, but as Nacho settled back in his seat, gun still in his lap, Jesse knew that he wasnât going to get any information that he didnât pry or dig for.
âRight,â Jesse muttered under his breath. Not wanting to just listen to the rattling of the car on the road, and since his temporary partner didnât seem to have anything to say, Jesse reached and turned the radio on to fill the void.
Music blared from the speakers for about forty seconds before Nacho shook his head and reached forward to shut it off. Nacho scoffed at the noise, and Jesse rolled his eyes at the lack of it.
Silence persisted for another minute or two before Jesse started to improvise, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. The rhythm didnât feel familiar to Nacho, and he wondered if Jesse even had something in mind or if it was just stream of consciousness at this point. Nacho turned and looked at him as he drove and decided that there was no forethought happening there.
âTurn it back on,â Nacho finally said with a shake of his head.
âWhat?â Jesse asked, looking over at the man in the passenger seat.
âThe radio.â He leaned so that his elbow was propped on the tiny ledge built into the car door. âTurn it back on,â he repeated as he propped his chin in his hand that wasnât holding onto the gun.
Jesse rolled his eyes but he did as instructed, just glad to have something aside from his own thoughts to listen to. âAlright.â With both hands back on the wheel, he still found himself tapping his thumbs against it but it wasnât audible. Eyes still trained on the road, he said, âShouldâve known that Mike wasnât sending me to pick up anyone fun.â
âIââ
âIf youâre looking for fun I think youâre looking inâŠthe worst places possible.â
The sound Jesse made next wasnât quite a chuckle, just that short, sharp exhale through his nose to prove that heâd heard and understood what Nacho was saying whether or not he agreed with it. Something about the response made it all click for him in a way, why Mike had sent Jesse out to the middle of nowhere to pick this guy up. Nacho might not have been in the divulging mood, probably wouldnât ever be based on what Jesse had seen so far, but he didnât need to know anything else to see how the web tangled itself together.
Leaning back in the driverâs seat, Jesse reached to turn the volume up two more notches before letting his hand fall onto the center console instead of back on the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nacho give another shake of his head, but neither of them said anything to the other. The ends of Jesseâs mouth curled upwards as he continued on down the road, preparing for a long, quiet drive back home.
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Hey hey, loved your cypher fics. Could you maybe write one a bit similar to the fic where reader and cypher are getting dirty in the closet? Something with the risk of being caught (perhaps a quickie on a mission) or other agents hearing/seeing them? Fem or gn reader, whatever you prefer <3
Absolutely ;)
Quickie (Cypher x F!Reader NSFW)
Summary: Cypher and Reader get frisky on the ship on the way to a mission.
Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 504
Warnings: unsafe p in v sex, creampie
You giggled against Cypherâs lips, moaning in between kisses as he fucked into you greedily. Only a few minutes ago, the two of you had raced to the cramped bathroom at the back of the ship, seeking a pre-mission quickie. You now found yourself up against the wall, legs locked around Cypherâs waist and hands gripping his coat.
Cypher broke the kiss to suck a bruise into your shoulder, and you bit back a needy cry. He chuckled. âThatâs right, sweetheart. If youâre too loud, weâll get caught.â
You made a soft pouting noise and tightened around him, getting a pained sound out of him.
âNaughty,â he grunted, digging his fingers into your thighs. âTrying to make me cum so soon?â
You smiled impishly, playing with his high collar. âMaybe.â
âI donât think you want that, sokar,â Cypher purred, his breath hot on your neck. âI think you want me to last.â
You whined softly when he hit a sweet spot. âOh? Whyâs that?â
You felt him smile. âSo I can fuck you longer, of course.â
Cypher quickened his pace, his thrusts growing stronger and hitting deeper, and it was getting harder and harder for you to keep quiet. You let your head fall back against the wall, biting your lip to stifle your desperate moans. âFuckââ
Despite his teasing, you could tell he was struggling, too. âPerfect girl,â he groaned. âYou drive me wild.â
âAmir,â you murmured, delirious with pleasure. âFuckâjust fuck meââ
âYou want me to finish?â Cypher asked, breathing harshly. âYou want my cum? Now?â
You nodded fiercely. âYes. Fuck, pleaseââ
There was a loud knocking at the door all of a sudden. Cypher slowed down ever so slightly, but did not stop. A heartbeat later, Phoenixâs voice rang through from the other side. âYou two done? I gotta piss.â
You winced, making eye contact with Cypher. At the same time, the two of you shouted, âGo away!â
âJeez.â Phoenix started to walk away. âLike fuckinâ rabbits in there.â
You watched the door a few seconds longer, but Cypher wasted no time speeding things up again. You turned back to your lover, fighting back your moans once more as he pounded into you harder. âGood girl, sweetheart,â he praised, panting. âGrip me just like that. So good.â
You ran your hands up and down his neck, clenching tighter than ever around his cock. âAmir,â you breathed. âCome on, Amir, I need youââ
He moaned low, your name on his lips.
âCome on,â you coaxed. âFuck, please, pleaseââ
You knew he was close. So close, so close, so closeâ
Cypher came with a gasp, forcing you all the way against the wall as he spilled inside you. You shivered at the warmth that flooded you, your pussy filling with his sweet, hot release. He held you close for a long moment, catching his breath, then he let you down carefully.
âSo perfect,â he said with a hum, admiring the fluids leaking out from between your legs. âLetâs get you cleaned up, hm?â
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As a person diagnosed with a disease that causes brain inflammation, whose diagnosis was significantly delayed by a neurologist failing to pass along important MRI results - yes, this was infuriating.
I nevertheless ship Hannigram, for reasons I struggle to succinctly explain.
(I would say âbrainwormsâ, but I now get a monitoring MRI every year, and my last scan was clear. Presumably, someone wouldâve mentioned it if there were literal worms in there.)
More on both the medical angle, and the âwhy TF do I ship this??â angle, below the cut.
What it felt like to find out important test results were not shared with me:
It was a horrible gut punch. In my case, there was no malice - only negligence - but the result was that I had been walking around for ten years gaslighting myself that the worsening symptoms I was experiencing couldnât possibly be what I originally thought they were.
I was mad, but also just devastated. It really shook my core sense of safety in the world.
It took me about a year to even start to kind of feel normal again, despite the fact that I was getting really good medical care in the wake of the error being detected.
Details of whatâs portrayed in this episode that are just dumb (aka âšpedantryâš):
My experience of actual medical testing and care around inflammatory autoimmune brain conditions makes me even more irritated by this plot line.
First off, the MRI scene. Like, perhaps itâs different in the states, but in Canada, MRI departments operate 24/7. Iâve had scans scheduled at 3am.
They will definitely set up an emergency scan for you if you have an emergent condition (I only waited four days for the scan that ultimately got me diagnosed), but thereâs no way that they could just do an âoff the booksâ unofficial scan with no one around, as is portrayed in the show.
Also, neurologists donât perform the MRI. Radiologists do it, and then they send it to the neurologist to interpret.
Most importantly, you CANNOT move your head during a scan. Thereâs actually a little cushion in there that fits tightly around your head to stabilize it so you donât accidentally move it, but they also will tell you to stay very still. One radiologist warned me to âbreathe gentlyâ.
In the show, you can see the plastic frame where the stabilizing cushion should be, but in the name of a cool shot, theyâve removed it, and Will Graham is just bobbing his fucking head like heâs in Night At The Roxbury.
I was so irritated I made a gif.
That scan would be unusable.
Also, the fact that Hannibal is able to correctly guess the exact condition Will has makes no sense. So many things could mimic those same symptoms.
To conclusive determine that what I had was MS, the following tests were done (within the context of the taxpayer-funded Canadian medical system):
1. Standard blood panel and urinalysis to rule out common infections
2. MRI
3. MRI with contrast fluid
4. Spinal tap
5. Seventeen additional blood tests
And they did all that despite the fact that I had a first degree-relative already diagnosed with the same disease.
Some people have suggested Hannibal made the diagnosis based on smell, but that is anatomically nonsensical. The brain is wrapped in a pretty thick membrane; aseptic brain inflammation would be not off-gassing from the skin or mouth like a stomach cancer, or arsenic poisoning.
Finally, the ease with which Hannibal is able to talk Dr. Dipshit into committing gross and easily-detectable medical malpractice makes no goddamn sense. It is perhaps the baldest example of the cynicism of the showâs writing - as I argued in another post, it portrays a world in which almost everyone is despicable.
If we rule out the possibility of literal brainworms, how the f*^% did I end up shipping these two?
As for how I ended up shipping Hannigram anyway - I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that as a former right-wing true believer, I am an expert at creatively misreading media.
When almost all of popular art has the theme âyour beliefs are bad, and you should feel badâ, you learn to preemptively kill the author (death the author?) so that you can extract enjoyment from a work of art without reexamining your odious beliefs.
( See: Republican politicians using lefty protest songs at rallies. )
Iâm no longer a conservative - I excised those brainworms about a decade ago, thank god - but the willingness to just arbitrarily toss out parts of a story that donât suit remains strong in me.
Season 2 of Hannibal is quite good, and Season 3 (while objectively bonkers and very poorly paced) has some great character moments. Hannibal as a character becomes a lot more complex as he unravels.
This unraveling makes him a fascinating figure onto which to project some of my worst psychological tendencies - specifically, my tendency towards splitting (where I see the people close to me as either all good, or all bad, and for that perception can change in an instant). So thatâs really interesting to explore.
Itâs also probably a deliberate misreading of the text on my part, but there are quite a few parts in s2 and s3 where Hannibal can be read as straight-up delusional; and while I am sensitive to the fact that people with delusional disorders are far, far more likely to be victims of violence than perpetrators, I am also endlessly fascinated by the trope of âcharacter looks back on his life, and sees a series of horrible sins heâs committed, whose damage to others cannot be undone; and struggles with how to cope with that.â
So in that context, giving Hannibal a deus-ex-machina of high-dose risperidone creates some fascinating narrative possibilities.
(This is probably something I enjoy writing because I spent 15 years being an obnoxious apologist for horrible right-wing politicians.)
I also just like the idea of Will taking it upon himself to kill this guy once and for all, and then not being able to bring himself to do it, and instead just keeping him captive and constantly wrestling with the question of whether heâs just being pragmatic about keeping everyone in the vicinity safe from his pet serial killer, or if heâs actually doing what heâs doing to passive-aggressively punish Hannibal.
Thereâs just so much there, thematically, that I love to play with.
hannibal lecter SLANDER rant [spoilers for 1x10]
WHATTTT WHAT WHAT. Hannibal LecterâŠOooh⊠this just confused me so bad guys and when I finish the whole series and this whole rant turns out to be wrong Iâll admit it but how can you still sit there and ship hannigram!!!!! after this!!!!! it made me so mad that a LICENSED RADIOLOGIST sat there and lied to Willâs face ABOUT HIS OWN RESULTS because Hannibal asked him or whatever the fuck, I donât know how close him and the doctor are yet or what their relationship is BUT???? LIKE???? Heâs actively subjecting him to hallucinatory torture and the pain that comes with it, HALF. OF. HIS. BRAIN. IS. INFLAMED. HE CAN LITTERALY DIE FROM IT + brain damage, seizures, and worsen his already worse mental health. I HATE THIS GUY!!!! My hate train will start from here and continue on until he can prove me wrong
#hannigram#hannibal themes#hannibal meta#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannibal fanfiction#will grahamâs encephalitis#mri#hannibal#hannibal nbc#nbc hannibal#murder husbands#brain worms#hannibal brainrot#hannibrainworms#< I will make this a tag goddammit
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youâre eren jeager. youâre eight years old and trapped inside walls your entire life and hate every second of it and then your best (and only) friend shows you thereâs a possibility of more, of the outside world, of freedom. you're nine years old and you just killed someone for the first time because what they were doing was wrong and as much you like to pretend it didn't affect you because they were just filthy animals, you still get nightmares about it. you're ten years old and you dream of joining the scouting legion so you can finally see the outside world because they represent freedom for you due to their symbol, but oh the titans just broke down the walls and your mom got eaten right in front of you and suddenly it's much bigger than that, it's not just a dream, it's a goal, so you can get rid of every last one of them. youâre twelve years old and people keep on telling you, youâre not gonna make it, you wonât last in the military and youâll never achieve your goal, and you prove them wrong, every. single. time. youâre fifteen years old and you finally made it, but you wake up and there are a thousand guns pointed at you and the two people you love most in the world are standing between you and danger (as always, and you hate yourself and you feel so guilty and you feel so useless) and theyâre asking you if youâre human or a titan and that makes absolutely no sense, because of course youâre human but that does not matter. you get hated on, you are experimented on, you get tortured and through all of this, you push forward because you believe youâre making a difference and youâre helping humanity survive and if youâre suffering through all of this? itâs okay, because you deserve it, i mean, look at how many people die so you can live, look how many times your friends get put into dangerous situations, look at how mikasa and arminâs lives keep on getting shittier because they continue to care about you and through all of this, people treat you as humanityâs hope or as a weapon, but never as a person, because thatâs not what you are for them and they keep on saying that if you want to save anybody and make a difference, you have to learn how to control your powers and how to make sacrifices, to let go of your humanity in order to do it. youâre sixteen years old and you know everything youâre going to do, and you want to tell it to the people you trust but you donât want to burden them with that knowledge because they already have enough on their plate as it is. youâre eighteen years old and you tried to change the outcome from the things youâve seen multiple times, but every single time you fail because every decision has already been made for you and youâre helpless to do anything but watch, you try to find a different solution, however everything you think of, brings about the doom for your people. youâre nineteen years old and you abandoned everything you cared about in order to reach your goal, everybody hates you, but not as much as you hate yourself, but itâs okay because at least (most of) the people you love will be safe and you will die by the hands of the woman you love, itâs more than you deserve because now you truly are the devil theyâve always accused you of being. and in the end the boy who longed for freedom, was the most entrapped of them all.
#eren jaeger#eren yeager#why there are two ways to write his last name??#i always wonder#but anyway can you tell i just love my boy?#and that in a kinder world he would be kinder too?#i donât exactly remember what sprung this on#but iâm sick and tired of people reducing eren to a single trait of his#like yes. he IS capable of atrocious things like the rumbling#heâs also capable of love and compassion#and these two things can co-exist#and while itâs a little bit of nature for him because heâs always longed for freedom#itâs also about nurture because of the environment he was in#and the way people treated#even armin actually (though i love their relationship)#the only person who ever treated like a human being was mikasa (but then she made him feel helpless not on purpose but she did)#and carla before she died#again nobody did on purpose#anyway this got reaaally long#it was sitting in my drafts for a while#eremika#but only because itâs canon#because this post is about eren#even though i love them
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The Way You Kiss Me - G.S.
Synopsis. The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! Suguruâs sister! reader, childhood enemies to lovers, PINING Satoru, like really really disgustingly down bad, creampĂe, oral (fem receiving), pĂșssytalking, needy JEALOUS! Satoru, running away from it, spĂtting, punching is Suguruâs love language, mentions of aIcohol, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 7.4k (Thatâs wild)
A/N. BOO! Surprise upload. This was so fun to write omg.
âYou sure this is how the grown-ups get married?â
âDuh, I know everything.â
âNuh uh, Toru.â
âYuh uh!â
The first time Gojo Satoru kissed you was underneath that dingy playground slide that the two of you always raced to after elementary school.Â
Usually, your older brother, Suguru, would walk home alongside you two - but this time, heâd just so happened to have been held back for throwing paper planes at the teacher that day.
A sign from the universe, Satoru internally celebrated, something heâd learned from those sappy romance novels his mother left lying around the house. No matter that he was the one that made those planes.
You were six back then, standing in front of a determined Satoru - reaching up on his tip-toes, face pink, smelling of those cheap strawberry lollipops heâd sneak into class and taunt you with. At the much older and wiser age of seven, heâd insisted on being the first one to lean in.
Just barely even grazing your dramatically puckered lips before-
Satoru learned two things that fateful afternoon:
Even as a seven-year-old, Suguruâs punches really hurt.Â
Never mess with you. Anyone but you.Â
Life only seemed to go downhill from there - because that last lesson was proving to be hard along the years. Really. Fucking. Hard.
Little did Satoru know that this would be the start of some strange, unpredictable little dance of push and pull. No, you definitely werenât his wife. Nor were you exactly best friends - not really, that spot was reserved for your brother. But you didnât think you could ever be just that either.
And the punch thatâd knocked his wobbly tooth out onto the playground floor that day was a painful reminder that whatever that was - whatever weird thoughts he had later in middle school about how youâd tasted like candy - didnât matter. No matter how part some tucked-away little part of him wanted it to.
Hell, eleven years later and Satoru still canât walk around that familiar block without feeling slightly queasy. Which is why, after that failed first kiss, he knew there wouldnât be a second.Â
Instead, he settles back to teasing your pouty self, pushing all your buttons, tugging on those cute dresses you wore. Face burning so strangely with- humiliation? when you bickered right back, calling his haircut a âtragic attempt at modern art.â
âSo youâre saying I look like art?â A gangly, now-seventeen Satoru blocks the bustling high school hallway, ignoring the bell. Grin only growing at your frustrated huff, he half-jokes, âAww, if youâre that soft on me, sweetheart, maybe we should go to prom tog-â
You slam your locker, effectively shutting both it and Satoru at the same time. âIâd rather go with Yaga.â
â...you would not.â
âWould to.â
âWould not.â
âWould to.â
âWould- Suguâ!â
And all Suguru can do is wrap two hands around his neck, mock-choking himself, wondering if it was really too late to embrace a quiet life as a monk. âYouâll both be MLA cited in my farewell note.â
He was used to it, though, forced to watch all this chaos since quickly mending his friendship with Satoru over ice cream the day after the punch. Convinced that this was some punishment for a past lifeâs misdeed.
With a squawk of protest, Satoruâs turning back to you, eyes crinkling with a hint of mischief you knew too well, âWould not.â
Your face burns, âWould to, Toru.â
You didnât go with Yaga. but Satoru didnât exactly count that as a win in his books, either, because you did show up that night hanging off the arm of some jerk from the football team.Â
And there you were, all dolled up - which he very objectively noted - way too prettily for some bastard like him. Stars in your eyes, and everything he couldnât have in that smile.Â
Everything.Â
Way too gorgeous, even when he finds you sitting outside the gymnasium later on in the night. Too busy bawling your mascara off to even throw out your usual greeting insult his way. Murmuring out wetly about âthat assholeâ and how he humiliated you by stranding you in the middle of the dance floor for someone else.Â
âWell, he was a jerk anyway. Even Yaga wouldâve been better, hell, I-â Satoru stops short to his horror at the way you only cry harder.
Way too irresistible, especially as his body moves before his mind - holding out an open hand before he knows it. âIâm a much better dancer than him and you.â And oh Satoru will forever remember the way his heart lurches as you blink your teary eyes up in confusion, âWell, arenât ya gonna take up the challenge?â
Weirdly, it wasnât weird at all.Â
If anything, you had to hold back your laughter the entire time at the way the great âcampus sweetheartâ Gojo Satoru was so on edge.
Just a friend comforting a friend, right?
So why was he avoiding your gaze with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, summer blue eyes pointedly trained right over your head. That pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks reflecting the hands hovering in midair over your waist. So close - and yet, fear in each and every turn and swirl.
Yours were searing into his broad shoulders as you tried to guide him to the muffled music from inside. And shit.
That night ended with a second kiss.Â
You donât know who leaned in first, just that Satoruâs soft lips were just fleeting on your glossy ones - barely even a touch. And that shit shit shit- this was Satoru. This was you.Â
Everything.Â
But it seems that every time Satoru was about to kiss you dangerously close to the way some tiny, forbidden part of his heart wanted to - the universe throws an obstacle at him. An obstacle that was six feet and named âSuguruâ, currently running at break-neck speed out of the gym.
âMOVE YOUR ASSES!â he cackles, âTHE FOOTBALL TEAM ISNâT TOO HAPPY ABOUT ME BREAKING THEIR STAR PLAYERâS NOSE.â
And not a word is uttered about the kiss as the three of you speed out of the school parking lot in Suguruâs busted-up black hellcat, the wind mussing up the hairstyle that took Satoru over two hours to perfect. Sneaking in glances at the sight of you singing along at the top of your lungs to some overplayed pop song on the radio.Â
He learns another two things that night:
Apparently, Suguruâs right hook still really fucking hurt. And thank god for tonightâs casualties of noses, because it was a wonder that he didnât look too hard at how close Satoru was with you.Â
He didnâtâŠdislike the feeling of your lips on his. And judging by the way you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror - you didnât either.
Itâs mainly that last one that makes him gulp.
Neither of you remember the third kiss - though, Satoruâs sure that at least 80% of Shokoâs instagram followers did.
According to a very hungover Shoko, and the many, many forms of documentation, it had happened on the New Yearâs eve during your third year in university. In which you were much more used to the raging parties that would be hosted at Suguruâs apartment, and only slightly less intimidated by them.
âAnd youâre a lightweight too, dumbass. You were gone.â Shoko sighs from across the cafĂ© table, eye bags deeper than the last time heâd seen her. âLike gone gone.â
God, what a way to start the year.
Satoru bites back a remark about how âgoneâ Shoko herself had been. Sitting up straight in his seat, regret immediately hitting his senses faster than the guilty throbbing at his temples. He winces, managing out a semi-disbelieving groan of, âGone gone?â
And sheâs only nodding wearily, subconsciously tapping out the rest of her cigarette ashes onto his untouched plate of sweet pastries.Â
âIâm talking dancing on expensive coffee tables and fighting to stop you from giving everyone there a strip show.â She cracks a smirk through a waft of smoke, âThough, she wouldâve loved that Iâm sure.â
âHar har har, youâd make even Nanami laugh with that one.â
âEugh, gross.â Shoko taps through her phone briefly, swirling it around to show Satoru a few pictures that definitely gave him a mini-heart attack at 8:57 in the morning. âYou look like youâre about to pen really bad poetry.â
And perhaps this was Shokoâs plan all along - to shock Satoru to the core hard enough that she can note it down as one of her sketchy psychological experiments.Â
But he knew. Could feel it in the hazy fragments of memories - or, at the very least, in that entire highlight that Nanamin had oh-so-conveniently put up on Instagram titled, âBlackmail.â
You knew.Â
Youâd kissed him back.Â
âI donât have a-.â you slur, stumbling ever-so-slightly as you try to meet Satoruâs glassy eyes. Because shit the years have had him shooting up faster than you could look up. â-a New Yearâs kiss, yâknow.â
You were older - more gorgeous, if that was even possible now. That tight dress hugging your body so unfairly in a way that had him forgetting you were his best friendâs sister.Â
The one person in this whole world that he couldnât have.
But Satoru leans in closer, more because he wants to than anything - he could pick out your voice anywhere let alone over the thumping music currently filling his crowded living room. Lips loose as he tries to play up the cool-guy facade heâs been dubbed with since freshman year, âHah, loser. Because I do.â
âWhere?â
At this, Satoru is stumped - damn, you were good.Â
âNot- uh here?â If he was in any clearer state of mind, heâd have been embarrassed at the way his voice cracks so traitorously as your unsteady hands pull him in closer by his overpriced button-up.Â
Your body was flush against his now, so addictive. Gaze half-lidded and flickering between the sliver of milky skin exposed on his chest - from that impromptu striptease heâd almost started earlier - and the blue eyes that were currently locked you. You whisper a strained, âLiar.â
Close - too close. So dangerously close.
He breathes out against your lips, the smell of booze and you so heady in his mind. And the heavy words falling from his lips sound like lies, even to him. âNot.â
âToru?â you hum, a sound that has him gasping. âShut up.â
âYes, maâam.â
And there went your New Yearâs kisses. At exactly 11:37PM, if the photos were anything to go by.Â
And holy shit were there many. All of which showed your arms looped around Satoruâs neck, crashing his lips to yours. His own, resting against your waist, a scandalously red blush - whether from the alcohol or you - adorning his cheeks. Looking more blissed out than he ever remembers feeling.Â
âIâm a dead man, Shoko.âÂ
Thereâs a lengthy silence, leaving Satoru stewing in thoughts of how Suguru would react once he finds out. And whether or not heâd be able to rise from the dead just to see how pretty youâd look at his funeral.
Morbid thoughts broken only by Shokoâs cough, âHey, can I keep your eyes for experimentation if he actually catches you?â
Subtly, he sends himself those photos from last night. Â
Luckily for Satoruâs eyes, they never ended up being donated towards Shokoâs questionable contributions to the world of medicine.Â
And by some grace of the gods above, Suguru never mentioned a word about the kiss that wouldâve inevitably made its way to him. Or maybe it was because Satoru stole his phone until he managed to pester Nanami just enough to take down that highlight. But, semantics.Â
His heart, however, might as well have been part of some experiment.
Because itâs been working overdrive since that night - mind reliving that moment over and over and over and- shit, heâs fucked. So, so fucked.Â
Fucked enough that it took Satoru months just to muster up to even look in your pretty eyes once more, unless he wanted to get lost in them forever. Fucked enough that he dared to wonder again and again when there might be a fourth kiss - if there would be a fourth kiss.Â
He just never thought it would happen the way it did - with you, standing outside his front door.Â
âIâm sorry, Toru.â you mumble, âItâs just- I think we both need to grow up.â
Youâve freshly graduated now, looking more and more irresistible each time he sees you - even when youâre looking at him like that.Â
Rolling his eyes, âHa, is this another way of saying you want my secret to getting taller? Because the first thing is to-â
âIâm serious, Satoru.â
And oh how he wished youâd say something - anything - else right now. Call him anything but that. Maybe even throw an insult his way, tell him those new sunglasses look ugly, or about how you got that internship he wouldâve died for.Â
Satoru manages to choke out a heavy, âI donât understand.â But that uncomfortable coil of something curling at the pit of his stomach said otherwise. And it causes him to finally breathe out a hesitant, âMaybe youâre right.â
As if that was all the answer you needed, youâre stepping out of the front door. Slow, and deliberate like you were giving him another chance - a thousand more. Sighing out a defeated, âItâs been years.â It has. âAnd weâre just running in circles.â You have. âIâm starting to think this is just some game to you.â It wasnât.
âWait!â he grasps your hand - soft. The look in your eyes even softer as you turn around to face his desperate face. âPlease, sweetheart.â
Satoru doesnât even know what words he wants to say - let alone whether theyâd come out of his heavy mouth.Â
So, instead, heâs crashing them into yours.Â
Brief. Fleeting. Like each one before this. Too addictive, too short, that he thinks heâs almost imagining it as you pull away gently, until he sees that look in your eyes.Â
âToru, I have a date.â
The fourth kiss.
Satoruâs letting go of you like it burned - and, truly, it felt like some deep, dark part of him was burning down right now. âGreat.â That should be hm that should be him that should be- âIâmâŠhappy for you.â
And the last.
He fucked up.
He really, really fucked up.
That first date turned into a second. The second into a third. And unfortunately for Gojo, eventually, you were nearing your one-year anniversary with that asshat youâd met during the early days of your internship.Â
Heâd seen the man himself once, briefly at another one of Suguruâs famous parties. Ducking out of sight before he could be introduced, yet long enough to know that he wasnât as tall, or as handsome, or as absolutely fucking hilarious.Â
What did he have that Satoru didnât?Â
The answer to that, Satoruâs reminded of every time heâs causing ruckus over at Suguruâs apartment, and sees you walking out of your room, tittering on the phone to none other than your boyfriend. So gorgeous. So not his.Â
You, that loser had you.
âIf you sigh again I swear Iâm shoving this popcorn up your a-â
âItâs a sad movie, Suguru!â he defends, draped across your couch at another one of those movie nights you loved to organize. As usual, there was the popcorn, the god-awful movie (if Satoru picks it), and the arguments. The only thing missing, however, was you. Ugh, something about an âanniversaryâ and a âseafood dateâ. Seriously, itâs not like you even enjoyed that new seafood restaurant in town, and heâs sure that bastard didnât know-
âSatoru.â his best friendâs deadpan voice cuts through his little reverie. âWeâre watching Mean Girls.â
And heâs barely even opening his mouth to snark back before-
SLAM!
Suguru pauses the movie almost immediately, turning to the direction of the front door. âUh oh.âÂ
And lo and behold - there was you in all your pissed off, beautiful glory. Throwing your keys on the table, your fiery glare passes over the two men as you stomp to your bedroom.Â
âSeafood wasnât that good, sweetheart?â Satoru calls out behind you, eyes sweeping down your figure. Heart stuttering in his chest when you turn around with your fists clenched, lower lip wobbling in a way that Satoru would both kill whoever made you feel this way and die to be on the other side of those daggers in your eye.Â
Sniffing out an icy, âFuck off, loser and loserette.â
Then in a whirlwind of rage, youâre gone - your bedroom door slamming only slightly more gently than youâd done with the front door. Leaving a deafening silence, and Satoru whining, âWhy am I the loserette?â
âDeserved.â Suguru shrugs. Warily eyeing your door, as if it was about to pounce at any given second, âLet her cool down before you give her an aneurysm at least.â Unpausing the television, propping his feet back up, âSâenough having to deal with you on top of a boyfriend like that.â
And that has Satoru perking up in interest - both figuratively, and literally as he snatches the remote and pauses the movie. âWait wait wait what-â Holding it way out of Suguruâs reach, âWhat do you mean a âboyfriend like thatâ?â
Scoffing, âFunny. Now give me back the remote.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.
Only then does it dawn on Suguru that this might just not be some strange prank to stroke Satoruâs ego, and he was actually  more serious than heâd ever seen him. Damn.Â
âBro, have you really never met the guy or something? Heâs a complete tool. I donât know what happened, but this breakup was a long time coming.â
Satoru blinks, feeling a red hot surge of anger. âWhat? Seriously? Why didnât you do anything about it?â
âYou think I didnât try?â he sighs, running a hand through his hair at the otherâs uncharacteristic silence. âHah, and just imagine, the man was talking about marriage, too. As if.â
And suddenly, Satoruâs hit with an image of you walking down the aisle. Not something he was a stranger to, but it still takes him aback. The sway of the fabric beneath his fingers, your lips against his. Hell, in that split-second he even dreams up how Nanamin would be crying very reluctant tears of joy.Â
Everything. Everything that wasnât his.
His fist tightens around the remote, until he could hear the cracking of plastic. Mind whirling with the thought of you and him and you. How he wished it was him and you. âI wouldâve been better.â
Oh.Â
Shit.Â
âI- fuck this. Suguru, since elementary school IâŠâ
And, well, Satoruâs so busy putting that extra physics seminar he took in university to work - trying to calculate the odds of surviving a jump out of this seven-storey window - that he almost misses Suguruâs low hum, a distant, almost barely-audible little interruption, âWell duh.â
âHold on.â heâs snatching away the remote that had somehow slithered its way into the otherâs hands once again. Ignoring his best friendâs croak of protests to pause in the middle of Regina George being hit by the bus - which, he felt was strangely enviable right now. âThat was- what? YOU KNOW?â
âHuh? Even my parents know, the only one that doesnât is her.â
â...â
Satoru didnât know how Suguru seemed so calm, but he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. Heart stuttering in his chest as he sideglances at your firmly shut door - like he was just waiting for you to jump out and tell him this was some elaborate prank.Â
Begging for you to come - it wouldâve hurt less.
But you donât.
Fuck.Â
And the only response he gets is a low whistle, before a phone is being shoved in his face - flashlight illuminating that crimson blush. âDamn, the great Gojo Satoru speechless? The groupchat is gonna love this, might even send it to my sister, yâknow.âÂ
He didnât care - didnât give a shit if this video made rounds to Gakuganji himself. Only one thought racing through his mind right now.Â
âBut why arenât you punching me like in elementary school?âÂ
And Satoru knows heâs smart - intelligent even. Hell, he was the valedictorian, the youngest employee to claw their way up to being on the board of directors. But heâs never felt more stupid when Suguru breathes out a bewildered, âDude. That was for blaming me for the paper planes.âÂ
âOh.â
Then the movie is unpaused.Â
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The last time you kissed Gojo Satoru was at the doorstep to that overpriced penthouse of his, exactly a year ago today.Â
The last time you saw Gojo Satoru was just a few hours ago, lounging around your living room like he owned it. Honestly, he might as well have been part of the furniture at this point - like some expensive, fluffy couch. One that prattled on about your âdumbass boyfriendâ and god-knows-what else to rile you up just for the fun of it.
Which is why it was odd to step out of your bedroom - eyes just a bit puffy, throat still tight - to a suspiciously quiet hallway.Â
The lights were turned off, nothing but the pouring rain sounding from outside, television paused on some rerun of The Princess Diaries. Damn, you told those idiots not to start that one without you.
âSugu?â you call, finding his bedroom empty. âThought tonight was movie night?â Padding across the empty apartment, contemplating whether or not to get your phone and call him when-
Ding!
Ah, there.Â
You roll your eyes as you head towards the front door, ready to give Suguru a piece of his mind for going out at this ungodly hour and forgetting his key. Seriously, what if you opened the door and he was hurt, or worse, orâŠ
Satoru.Â
Speaking a mile a minute.
Satoru.
â-florist was closed and the store clerk looked at me like I was crazy but I got this for-â he pauses abruptly, as if realizing something with a jolt. â-you.â
âYou- what-â you donât know where to look - at the drenched, disheveled Satoru filling your doorframe - rain in his hair, curtaining his frantic eyes, drenching his snug t-shirt. Or at the obscenely large bouquet of cheap strawberry lollipops being placed gently into your arms.Â
What follows was an electric silence - and you have half the mind to tease Satoru for finally shutting the fuck up for once in his life.Â
But, no. Instead, you eye the way he stands stubbornly at the doorway, fists clenched, blue eyes locked so intensely on yours that it was like they burned.Â
Face flushed a familiar pretty pink that makes you realize that shit, he might be taller, voice deeper, broad shoulders tight against his t-shirt - but this was still the same boy that cried when you stole his favorite Digimon card in middle school. The same one that kissed you underneath a dingy slide, smelling of strawberry lollipops.
Itâs the steady tap! tap! tap! of the water droplets from his hair that have you tearing your traitorous eyes from his see-through white t-shirt.
Guess youâve both done some growing up since then.
âYou loser.â
âYes, sweetheart?â
The pink wrapping of the bouquet rustles as your grip tightens. âHe proposed to me today, yâknow.â and yet, your quiet, even voice was the only thing ringing in Satoruâs ears. He jolts, as if some visceral, primal part of himself had been poked awake. Breathing heavy, fists clenching until he could feel the neat indents of his fingernails on his palm. Of course. Heâs late. Heâs late heâs late heâs late-
That is, until youâre plowing on, âI said no.â
âHuh?â
You think back to the stuffy restaurant, the man sitting from across from you - how wrong it felt. And all it took were those four words for you to realize that. âI said no.âÂ
Satoru snaps his head up, stepping close - so close. Voice strained like he wasnât asking - begging. Praying, âWhy?â
âWeâŠâ you raise a brow at the way Satoru flinches as you trail off. So desperate. A smirk makes its way onto your face, â...we havenât divorced yet, right?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you.Â
Fuck, you donât know - nor do you really care right now. Not when Satoruâs got his lips crashing against yours for the fifth time in your life, kissing you like it would be the last. Big arms dipping down to your waist, pulling you so tight against his muscled frame that he had half the mind to wonder whether it hurt.Â
âLove this. Love the way you kiss me- fuck-â heâs spitting against your lips, kicking the door shut behind him. âOh- would ya get mad if I-â he tries to get out through kisses. Only to suck on your pretty lips with a pained grunt. âIf I-â Again and again, like it killed him to part. â-hah- celebrated right now?â
âYes.â Youâre letting the bouquet fall to the foor, white-knuckling that useless, drenched excuse of a shirt. âNow kiss me properly, Toru.â
âYes, maâam.â
Such a sloppy mix of teeth and hands and him. Shoving a knee between your legs, making up for years and years of late nights with nothing but his fist and the pretty thought of you.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, sweetheart.â Satoru breathes out, as your urgent fingers that dispose of his shirt, feeling the gorgeous dips and curves of years of hard work to impress you. âSuck on mâtongue pretty- fuck-â His own fisting your shirt, pulling. Ripping.
âToru!â
âI want you.â Heâs letting the poor, tattered pieces drop in a pile on the floor, trailing a hand between your damp thighs before he can stop himself. âOh how Iâve wanted you. And I donât care if I have to buy fifty new outfits to make up for it.â
And itâs the feeling of his long index stroking up your sopping slit through your shorts that has you pulling away with a gasp. Delicate little strings of saliva snapping from Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips. âIf we continue like thisâŠâ your voice wavers as he presses hot kisses along your collarbone. â-my brotherâs gonna walk in.â
â...wouldnât wanna relive that playground kiss, huh?â
Itâs all he says before picking you up so easily, hands resting on your ass. Giving a playful spank ass you wrap your legs around his toned waist.Â
And itâs sloppy.
Both his lips still hotly on yours and the way heâs stumbling urgently to your room through pure muscle memory. Pulling away only when youâre all splayed out so prettily for him on your mattress.
âBlue?â he breathes, pulling your shorts off. And it comes out strained - like the very sight of your panties - all soaked and flimsy with your slick - has whateverâs remaining of Satoruâs sanity flying out the window. âBlue? Oh, youâve gotta have planned this, you little minx.â his hot breath hits your cunt as he shifts down the bed, tongue drawing languid, wet little circles on your inner thigh. âBecause donât tell me this was all for him?â
It was coincidence - or maybe fate - but that doesnât stop you from giving Satoru a slow, teasing nod. Muttering out, âSo what if it was?â
The only answer you get is thumb hooked around your shorts, pulling it just enough so that your brotherâs best friend can spy your pretty pussy.
âWell then.â he chuckles at the way you jump when his fingertip just barely grazes your clit. âGuess I jusâ hafta prove mâbetter.â
A low groan is falling from his lips as soon as they meet your puffy ones, giving your pretty clit a chaste peck. Lingering long enough that heâs sure your sweet sweet juices cover his mouth.
And oh Satoruâs sure heâll never forget the way your jaw falls slack, glassy eyes following his every move as he runs his tongue along his glossy lips. Savoring your candied taste, âNever kissed you like this before, huh?âÂ
Fuck, youâre sweeter than heâs imagined.
You whine desperately, something that has him smirking smugly, âHah, what? Cat got your tongue?â
âYouâre better when you shut up.â Itâs all you can do to buck your hips into Satoruâs pretty face - not that you had to, because one taste of your dripping cunt and he was addicted. Surging forwards until he was nose-deep, locking your ankles around his head with a firm yank.
And you canât lie - maybe youâve imagined this exact scene a few times before on those lonely nights. But you just never expected Satoru to be so depraved. Desperate.
âNgh- fuck, Toru-â you reach a hand down to thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his face up. But Satoru doesnât stop - not even for a second. Tongue still dipping to spread your swollen folds with his tongue, looking you right in the eyes as he murmurs a strangled, âMhm?âÂ
âThought you were gonna prove youâre better, hm?â
So goading. So like you.Â
At this, Satoru pulls back ever-so-slightly to laugh - laugh. His plump, glistening lips curling into a humorless little grin, âOh I will.â Thumb circling your throbbing clit. Just dragging your twitching body across the silky sheets close to his, one hand pinning your hips down. Hard. âI will.â
Loving his new favorite place between your legs one hand toys with your clit, quick, messy little patterns. Tongue even more so.Â
âNot just better.â he grunts, âGonna make you cum so much harder, too.â Having your thighs shake with each word hissed out into your cunt, each turn of his deft fingers. âTill Iâm the only thing on your mind. Me.â
And itâs all you can do to let out choked up groans of his name, back arching off the plush mattress to let him make out with your cunt deeper. Sloppier. So, so starved with the way heâs speeding up, tongue dragging across your walls. In and out in and out in and-
âFuck! Hngh-â you angle his head - and he lets you. âThere- Toru-â
Honestly, you didnât even have to tell Satoru - he could feel it. Could feel it in the way your plushy walls are squeezing his hot tongue so harsh, until it was almost difficult to fuck your pussy so sloppily. In the way youâre letting out such delicious whines each time he grazes against those sweet spots.Â
âThere? Hah- I know.â he pulls away to muse, and your cute, disappointed whine goes straight to his already rock-hard cock. âDid he?â
He didnât. And youâre shaking your head so pathetically - in a way youâd be embarrassed about usually.Â
But thatâs the last thing youâre thinking bout because you feel it - the cold, sinful feeling of Satoru spitting on your filthy cunt. Once. Twice. Blue eyes widening in delight at the way the mess of spit and slick drip down your slit.Â
âCute.â his tongue smoothes over the slutty pool, and the only thing your delirious brain can make out now is a low moan of, âSo? Whoâs better?â
Itâs all you can do to choke out a broken little, âT-T-â Face burning at the way he was so clearly enjoying your struggle. And, well, no matter painfully hard it made his dick - he had to go just a bit easy on his girl, right?
âShhhh, sâalright.â you flinch as he shoves two absolutely drenched fingers into your mouth, making so much more of a mess of it than necessary. Drinking in your cute gags, âI was asking her.â Heâs making your head spin with the way heâs speeding up. âNâ sheâs hah- very talkative.â Words muffled, and slurring together - like he was drunk off of you and your cunt. âLetâs hear what she has to ngh- say, huh?â
And with that, heâs alternating between lapping at your clit and squeezing into your sloppy entrance - like he couldnât - didnât - want to make up his mind. Oh, with your teary mewls strangled, the sound of Satoru making out with cunt is so loud. The squelches so obscene.Â
âFuuuuck.â he drawls. âLouder than I thought. I think she says Iâm better, donât you think?âÂ
You angle your head just right to catch the way his jaw grinds deeper into you, eating you out like his last meal. Your slick drooling down his chin so sinfully.Â
âNgh- fuck fuck fuck- ngh-â your yelps are dreamy, feeling like you were losing your mind with the way he was stretching you out.Â
Like you were about to snap. Any second now.Â
But Satoruâs only increasing his movements, drawing out your little moans. âAnd I think sheâs sayingâŠâ Getting sloppier. More erratic - and it didnât matter if his fingers were cramping up now, cock aching with the need to be inside you. â-that sheâs about to cum.â
You do - so hard and loud - both you and your cunt.Â
Youâre shaking, all but gushing all over Satoruâs mouth, tight pussy squeezing his tongue so hard. Barely even realizing the searing grip youâve got on his hair as you drag your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.
But Satoru doesnât mind - he gladly welcomes it, in fact. Tonguefucking your snug cunt senselessly, letting you chase your high as roughly as you wanted. Over and over.
Even when youâre vision isnât as spotty as before, even when nothingâs coming out of your mouth but little whimpers. Your breathing dying down until all that rings in your barely-lucid mind were those obscene noises of Satoruâs lips all on yours.Â
âT-Toru-â you whine, big fat tears pricking at your hazy eyes. âMâso sensitive.â
And of course this is Satoru, the same boy whoâs been pushing your buttons for years just to giggle at your adorable reactions. Which is why he grins against your twitching cunt, âSo?â
It takes everything in you to raise your head off the pillow that just seemed to be swallowing you whole, and even more to shoot Satoru a half-hearted glare. âSo mâgonna ngh- assume youâre jusâ a pussy with a s-smaller dick than-â
You donât get to finish your sentence - he doesnât let you. Because Satoruâs fumbling with his belt, peeling off those still-drenched pants just enough for you to admire his clothed erection.Â
And, shit, admittedly you expected him to have a big dick - having been subjected to way too much locker room talk with your brother - but this was ridiculous.Â
âWhat? Too big?â He flashes you that infuriating grin. Palming his rock-hard cock through his boxers at the way your beautiful eyes trace the outline of his cock, all swollen and big. So intimidatingly big. âDamn, sweetheart, if I knew that this was how Iâd get that feisty lilâ mouth of yours to shut up then Iâd have done it a lot sooner.âÂ
And you donât even know if youâre breathing, the pads of your fingers dancing along his bulge. Tracing those prominent veins. Thumbing that little damp spot at his fat head. âYou wouldnât have.âÂ
He hisses as your soft hands dip into the hem of his underwear. Voice cracking slightly, âI wouldnât.â
Then youâre gasping - in sync with Satoruâs low moan - as you finally let him spring free. Thick cock hitting his sculpted abs, red tip smearing precum in a lewd little pool. Weeping and so so angry at the sight of you.
At the heavenly feeling of your thumb teasing under his sensitive slit, âOh, shit.âÂ
Heâs throwing his head back when you give an experimental pump, all the way from his pretty tip to the tufts fo white at his hilt. Fist gliding all over the thumping veins. Bucking his hips up like such a slut into your touch.Â
âO-oh fuck.â he cracks an eye open at the way your hand looked so small compared to his dick, how well you were taking care of him. âBeen ngh- dreaming of this since I learned what handjobs were, yâknow? Hah- shit- ya gotta stop before I fuckinâ pass out.â
And Satoru thinks he could cum right then and there at the way youâre bringing your soaked index up to your mouth. Batting your lashes as you suck on them with a lewd pop! âFrom jusâ that?â
âYou have no idea.â
Thatâs all it takes for Satoru to throw your still-quivering thighs over his shoulders, effectively shutting up whatever tease is on the tip of your sharp tongue by kissing your swollen folds with his fat head. Giving it one, long drag.Â
Your mouth is sagging open at the slow, torturous teasing. The sheer anticipation that had your mouth running, âS-so much for ah- jusâ being âfriendsâ, huh?â
âOh, sweetheart.â And youâre flinching from Satoruâs deep, dark tone. The way heâs bracing his fingers so bruisingly on your hips, reeling all the way back till his tip was just kissing your hole. âWe stopped being friends the day you married me on that playground.âÂ
And then heâs slamming in - pushing past that first, feeble ring of resistance, gummy walls stretching out so perfectly for him. As if he fit right in - and he tells you that. Pants it into your open mouth a little over fifteen times, in fact.Â
âShiiiit, look at you.â he canât tear his eyes away from the side of your lips stretching so wide to try and milk him. Sloppy entrance stretching out like magic. âSâlike youâre made for me, huh? This pussy is made fâme?â
âNgh- fuck, Toru! Sâtoo big-â you keen, feet flattening on the mattress. As if to escape. To maybe fucking breathe. Â
Not even half-way in yet, but aleady torn between pushing away and sinking yourself down on his swollen cock for more more more-
âDonât you dare run away.â he warns, looking up at you through his long lashes. âIâve waited too long for this. Nâ youâre not taking this pretty pussy away any time soon.â Inch by fucking inch. Grinding in short, sharps jabs - no rhythm of rhyme, like they were genuinely out of control. âWay too f-fuckinâ-â All the way until your puffy folds was meeting his hilt. Finally. All the way in. â-long.â
And once Satoru had you split apart on his dick - had those tears rolling down your cheeks, cunt swallowing him so sluttily - itâs like something snaps.Â
Because he doesnât waste a second - heâs already wasted almost two decades, anyway - filling you up with his mean hips. Not fucking easing you into it because you always did bring out that part of him, the part that him looping two strong arms around your waist. Pulling.Â
âOh- f-fuck câmere.â Satoru gasps, pressing your body so crushingly against his. Kissing your shaky shoulers, your sweaty forehead, the gentleness so contrasting to his hips.âGod Iâve missed out- fuck fuck fuck-âÂ
Youâve never seen the great Gojo Satoru - campus sex symbol - so uncomposed. Eyes half-lidded, just boring into yours, mouth slack in a soft oh! as he drags his cock all over inside your gummy walls. And the sight is so heavenly that you make the mistake the mistake of cracking a minute smile.
Just barely curling your lips before - âDonât smile at me like that.â Heâs dipping down a hand to roll your ravaged clit between two bullying fingers. âFuck, sheâs gonna be the death of me. Right?â
You keen at the- stimulation? The strech? The sheer embarrassment as you realize that Satouâs still talking to your sloppy pussy? Nodding so mockingly up at you as he plows on, âMhm, she says you needa be ngh- knocked down a god, youâre tight- peg or two. So- get- ready-âÂ
Heâs using this as an excuse to sit up on his knees, dragging you onto his lap so easily like some ragdoll.Â
âThatâs more like it.â
Youâre sliding deeper down his painfully hard cock - all the way till his heavy balls rest beneath your ass, clit rubbing against his pelvis every time he bounces you like some slut. Â
Deep. Ruthless.
âKeep your eyes open, sweetheart.â He chuckles, and youâre screwing open your eyes that you donât even remember shutting. Trying so hard to stop crying out at the feeling of the curve of his dick massaging your walls. âYa gotta hngh- see the o-only one whoâd fuckinâ you properly, right?â
You squeal when heâs taking your clit captive once more. Finger quick, deft. âY-yes.â
But that wasnât enough for Satoru - it might as well never be. Because heâs only ramming his hips up further. Like heâs pushing into your stomach, your lungs, all the way into your cockdrunk brain. Fat head alternating between kissing your poor, abused cervix and all those sweet spots heâd mapped out with his tongue.
âSounded unsure to me.â heâs pouty against your hardened nipples bouncing enticingly in his face. Fingers quirking faster on your clit, âMaybe I should ngh- stop then?â
âNo!â Your hips stutter against Satoruâs. Nails clawing down the sculpted panes of his shoulders, leaving red angry marks for him to take as a sign tomorrow morning that no, it wasnât just one of his dreams this time. âNo no no- mâsure. Youâre the only one makinâ me feel this way.â
You can feel the way heâs twitching wildly at your words, dick thumping harder inside your sensitive cunt.Â
He punctures each word with a heavy, calculated thrust. Hand stretching and squeezing open your cunt from behind to let him slide impossibly deeper. âHmmm, Iâm not convinced.âÂ
Your stupid mouth is only capable of letting out broken, choked-up little moans of his name, ankles locking around those dimples at the end of his spine. âSâyouââ
âStill not convinced.â
But heâs still speeding up his movements, just dragging you up and down his cock. âWho else made you hah- feel this good?â Sure to claim you from the inside out - to leave marks everywhere. Heavy balls on your ass, weeping tip on your cervix, lips bruised as you whimper at his murmured, âThat ex of yours?â Biting down your neck, âThat barista that always flirts with you?â Pulling away only to breathe into your lips, âWho?â
â I- fuck itâs only you, Toru.â
âSound convincing to you?â Satoru hums down at your cunt, biting his lower lip at the way you were milking him so good. Your slick soaking him all the way down to his balls - so needy in a way he never thought heâd see. âYeah-â be breathes, nosing at your neck. âShe agrees- fuck does this tight lilâ pussy of yours agree.â A few tears, a few gorgeous marks down his back, and he was finally convinced. âYouâre mine.â
You donât even realize it when youâre cumming, and Satoru doesnât either.
Both of you too caught up in each other to recognize that familiar, white-hot pleasure running down your spine - all the way down to where he was so mercilessly buried in your cunt. Â
And youâre well into the blood roaring deafeningly in your ears, the sight of Satoru - all wrecked - blurring as he fucks his hips up. Harsh. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he paints your quivering walls white.Â
Cumming and cumming so hard that you can feel his seed dribbling down your thighs, making such a mess all over Satoruâs lap. Your poor, overfilled cunt soon bloated and unable to keep up with it.
âToruââ you whine, like a prayer. Milking the fucking soul out of him while he gently paws at your messy hair.
âShhh, I know I know, sweetheart.â Such a stark contrast to the way he was filling you up like his favorite sex toy. Not even bothering to move anymore, one hand on your hip, moving your limp body up and down his sensitive cock to fuck it deeper. The other still playing with your clit, âSâalright, my girlâ
Satoruâs hands never leave you, and he prays that now that he got a taste - well, you better be alright with them not leaving you for as long as he lives.
âAs long as you live, huh?â you chuckle groggily, a noise so dreamy that Satoru canât even be mad that he said it out loud. âAnd all that riling me up these years. Do you have a degradation kink or something?â
âWell, only one way to find out~â
âOh shut up you-â
SLAM!
âYooo, I bought dinner from that- WHAT THE FUCK?â
There were only two more lessons to be learned:
Always lock the door. Always. And in case you donât, a bouquet of lollipops will do the trick to a Suguru reeling from the newest addition to the family.Â
Cheap takeout tastes better with an apologetic Suguru, and an ice pack to his cheek - and you to kiss it better.
A/N. Can you tell I kept listening to that one Artemas song while writing this?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH đđ GOD
attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:
i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning
the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy
attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:
i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?
the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second iâm like squealing đ the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment
attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:
holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .
oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why itâs only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay whatâs wrong with me
i have a little ways to go iâm almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become
attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:
oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls
osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby
AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS
v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS
miya atsumu x f!reader
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synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and youâll get them one way or anotherâeven if it meant arguing in the twinsâ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.
chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.
word count: 6.1k
notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! iâm surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.
Light. Everything felt lightâyour head, body, voice, heart.
It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person youâve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.
Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldnât trust your intoxicated self right nowâwhether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasnât there, and you felt extremely optimistic about thisâall thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.
Everything felt right.
As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own worldâeven the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.
Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.
With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.
âLetâs talk somewhere else.â
It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone elseâs prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.
Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.
âIâm okay now.â Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didnât help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.
Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?
For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.
âA-are yâsure?â A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.
Atsumuâs Adamâs apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too wellâit visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasnât sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.
What pulled you into this decision was something youâd never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe youâve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelingsâyou didnât know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?
âSo . . Does that mean we can be friends again?â
It was weird. Atsumuâs voice brimmed with a sense of hopeâas if heâs been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeksâbut the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.
Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumuâs expressionâhoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.
Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasnât sure what heâd do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.
The situation was a double-edged sword, really.
You let out a puff of breath, âYeah, of course. Weâre friends again.â Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.
Even if it meant selling yourself short.
Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumuâs wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didnât quite reach his eyes.
For a moment, you stood in each otherâs silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for oneâs move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.
How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.
Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, âYouâll find someone better.â
God, he mustâve really matured this new year because he didnât know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumuâor maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.
You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didnât. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, âsomeone betterâ, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasnât that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?
Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that âsomeone betterâ; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.
And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âBut I donât want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasnât stupid, Atsumu knew you shouldâve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but heâd be lying to himself if he said his heart didnât skip a beat or two.
I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.
It dawned on himâright then, and thereâthe severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?
That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.
Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didnât know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldnât bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though youâve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.
Despite Atsumuâs better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âIs . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?â
You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumuâs sudden confession. If you were sober, youâd have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mindâhow badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.
Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âWhat if I say I want to kiss you, too?âÂ
Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, heâd always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.
Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.
It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happenâone second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.
Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumuâs body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.
For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacyâthe foreignness of one anotherâs body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.
Bitterness from Atsumuâs rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didnât mind it at all.
Your hands cupped Atsumuâs jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.
The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionateâbreaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.
Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one elseâ
âOh!âHoly shit. Did I interrupt?â
A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each otherâs hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of youâlooking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heavingâhis expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.
Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.
Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bonesâshame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.
On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didnât have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Sunaâs mindâoh, he knows that look on his friendâs face very well.
Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumuâs back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunetteâs gaze.
âW-what the hell, Suna?! Donât jusâ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!â Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.
As if to make matters worse, Suna didnât back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,
âWell, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each otherâs faces in the kitchen?!â
Did he have to word it like that?
Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Sunaâs accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.
Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, âI . . think Iâm just going to go . . â This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.
The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.
So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.
Monday.Â
Everyoneâs enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the cafĂ©âs light ambience, it didnât do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.
Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Sunaâs narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. Heâd ask questions later.
On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of characterâAtsumu wasnât one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where heâd be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.
The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didnât know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.
He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu wouldâve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldnât care less about the situation.
Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Sunaâs wandering gaze, and Osamuâs not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didnât even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the partyâmaybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.
As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the cafĂ© at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that wouldâve been fine if the latter didnât make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.
The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.
You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay nowâhow Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.
God but it pissed you off. Swallowing oneâs pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesnât do the same. It shouldnât work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that youâve come to terms with moving on.
That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?
Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.
The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each otherâs path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasnât their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.
From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.
It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.
When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasnât just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.
He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldnât he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didnât know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twinâs apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.
With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.
Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.
âIf yer lookinâ for âSamu, he wonât be back until 8 PM.â Greeted with Atsumuâs shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldnât help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like youâd be here at their apartment looking for Osamuâyou knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.
Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he mustâve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.
âIâm here for you, Miya.â
Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.
The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, âIâm not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.â
There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heartâAtsumu didnât know what to expect.
âDid youâDid you regret that kiss . . ?â
Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, â. . N-no, whyâd ya ask?â
Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. âWhyâd you ask?â What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, thatâs something friends donât do! Why is he acting so casual about it?Â
âGod, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,â Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didnât regret the kiss but heâs acting like youâre strangersâfucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!
Your mind was a complete mess.
Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, âThen why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?âIâm sorry but Iâm the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.â Atsumu hated that look on your faceâthe desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that heâd be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.
Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, âIâm just . . trying to be careful, okay?â His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.
Did he say something wrong?
âCareful about what, Atsumu?! Youâugh! Itâs so hard to talk to you when youâre giving me all these stupidly vague answers! Iâve already told you I was fine. I donât care anymore that you donât like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.â
Now, it was Atsumuâs turn to be upset. He couldnât bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and thatâs why heâs been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldnât tell you the reasonâwhy couldnât you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasnât an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.
âWellâmaybe things arenât meant ta back ta normal!â
What?
You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of HyĆgoâs late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.
âDo you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?â âGod, noâI could never feel that way.â
It took all of Atsumuâs patience not to wrap his arms around youâhe wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldnât bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.
âThen tell me whatâs wrong, âTsumu!â
âItâs hard fâme as well, yâknow?!â âWhat is?â
Atsumu closed his eyes, the words heâs been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincibleâas if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.
Fuck it.
âFuckâItâs because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectinâ ya was so goddamn hard fâme because Iâm still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movinâ on, and âm still stuck here.â
What?
Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.
âThen whyâIf you feel the same way then why did you reject me?â
When you knocked on the door to the twinsâ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechlessâyou didnât know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.
âBack then during the trip, ya told me ya werenât ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected nâ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .â
Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.
Oh.
Oh.
The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you werenât so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.
Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughableânow, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.
You let out a humourless laugh, âYouâre so stupid, you know that?â Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didnât hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.
For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each otherâs hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere.Â
âWould I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?â
Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kissâthis time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each otherâs unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.
Your hands rested on Atsumuâs golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.
ââT-TsumuâAh!â You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasnât going to settle for mere kisses on your skinâhe needed to hear more.
Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. âI think we should take this ta my room.â He panted.
Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.
Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumuâs touch was enough to ignite you.
âSo beautiful . .â He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.
Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumuâs physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.
You decorated each otherâs skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of youâyour taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.
Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.
And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didnât fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.
As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint âI love youâ before passing out from exhaustion.
ââTsumu, what did ya want forâOh my god! What the fuck?!âÂ
A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. ââTsumu, what the hell?! Ya shouldâve warned me before I went into yer room!â Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.
Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, âShut yer trap! Ya shouldâve knocked!â At his twinâs silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.
You let out a soft chuckle, âWe really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.â Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.
Oh, you could get used to this.
Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled aroundâthe end of the academic year.
Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.
âThere he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!â Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.
The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike.Â
As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an âI love youâ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a catâs action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
âAre you two lovebirds done, now?â Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.
Met with amused expressions plastered on your friendsâ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. âAnyway, we were talkinâ about how we should celebrate Kitaâs graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makinâ it through another academic year.â Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.
âHow about a spring trip to Kyoto?â â
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ExHusband!Simon x Reader
You Want a Divorce? (One)
Note: I'm having the WORST writer's block now so pls excuse my lack of proper writing... I'm currently sitting in front of a beach writing in hopes that ill gain inspo
CW: Angst, mentions of sex, jealous/possessive Simon, PLS DONT LEAVE YOUR KIDS IN THE CAR !!! Or break into someoneâs house
Inspired by: Ex!Husband Simon
PART TWO
Simon stared at you. The shades of his eyes simmering into endless voids of obsidian, blonde lashes moulded against his greased lids, the residue of the perpetual torture his body had succumbed to during deployment.
âYou want a divorce?â He spoke, voice deep as he flickered between your shaking heads, sweat soiling into the papers gripped firmly and your swollen face, cheeks feverish with a red hue, eyes even more so.
You held back a rough sob, throat stripped of all moisture evident in your hoarse voice as you spoke, âYes, Simon. I think it would be best for our family⊠for us.â
He scoffed. âYou think the best thing for our family is to separate?â
âWe already pretty much are. Youâre away for days, weeks, months at a time. Weâre hardly a family and itâs difficult to explain to the children why Iâm crying.â
âOk then.â
That was it. You would admit, it stung. His lacklustre tone felt like a stab in the gut, the blade drenched with anthrax as it reared blistering sores internally, the effects having shown through your putrid complexion. Your skin was dull, practically lifeless, the only living form of you grew day by day through the darkening of eyebags that almost made you look apocalyptic.
It had been 12 months of separation, officially 8 being legally divorced. You kept his last name, the permanent burn of hearing Mrs Riley still searing through you with every syllable, yet you feel it would only hurt you more if they said Ms.
Simon was often away now, and the minimal family time he used to get felt pointless as the shabby apartment he moved into after the sudden interference of your mind-boggling news barely fit the two kids you shared. His body felt more relentless on him, the taunting of his mind fulgurated the inoperative reality that he would come home to you, to his family.
His voice, almost like it dropped an octave had grown richer in aggression, tormenting those he deemed suitable, both with his tongue and with his bruised knuckles, an oil painting of blue and purple hues radiating across the pale flesh as he shrugged it off to his team as âpushing himself and others to do betterâ.
Couldnât you realise your mistake? Wouldnât you prefer crying in his arms about his absence than never having it fulfilled again?
As he looked around the bleak environment, tan stained walls revolting the creaking mattress he had brought someone home to, someone who wasnât you. It made him feel sick like a viral infection had slunk its way into his bloodstream as he laid next to a woman that failed to make his cock throb, endless images of you sprawled out under him flickering. No wonder he called out your name instead.
You felt the familiar shake of your hands every time your phone dinged; Simonâs dreary tone was evident through his dry âOn the wayâ text. You ushered a day of your childrenâs life into their cartoon-themed backpacks, innocent smiles adorning their skin, doe-like eyes of brown, far too familiar to Simonâs staring up at you.
The sound of his car scraping into your paved driveway almost made you feel like throwing up, the nerves of seeing him combined with the already present pit of anxiety due to your date later turning you into one big shaky mess as you brushed it off as âtoo much caffeineâ.
The echo of his car door slamming shut rung through your ears, staining you with the reiteration that your ex-husband was now at your door, heavy fists knocking upon the wood. The image you saw of him in your mind morphed back to reality as you stared at him, a blank expression on your face.
âHi, love.â
âHi, Simon.â
Your frown was clear, the pet name you were so used to becoming a distant memory in the past few months. It was a hole you were attempting to fill, to clear yourself away from his teasing tongue and faux impression of a healthy relationship. You were divorced for a reason, you knew that, but as you gazed upon the lack of life in his skin, it was almost like he was holding a mirror up to you.
âDaddy!â You watched as your 5-year-old, Ella, practically leapt into his hefty frame, his hands coiling around her like second nature. You could feel his warmth, the heat that would build in your stomach when you felt those same digits touch you.
âHi sweetheart,â his voice gruff, yet tone lighter as he placed a delicate kiss on the skin of her forehead, âYou miss me?â
She nodded, her face buried in the hem of his neck as your other child cooed from the bouncy chair, tubby legs attempting to wheel himself to the door.
âThereâs my boy,â Simon practically cooed as he placed Ella down, bounding inside as he lifted the toddler out, grabby arms reaching out to pull at Simonâs locks, gentle tugs causing you to laugh.
Your voice cut through the scene like glass. Why would you want to destroy such a happy moment? Werenât you supposed to be reuniting? Just say it, tell Simon you want him to come home, that you need him.
âThis is Ellaâs bag,â you speak, holding up the pink Minnie Mouse bag, âAnd this is Tobyâs.â Your son giggled as he muffled out the words, âTransformersâ.
Simon nodded, âAre you doing anything tonight?â
Ella practically screeched, âMummyâs going on a date!â The thrill of her laughter that followed only seemed to make the situation more awkward.
âA date?â Simonâs voice was deadly, the hair raising on your arms as you shook your head, a tight smile on your suddenly dry lips.
âNo, no, nothing like that. Just catching up with an old colleague of mine.â
âBut heâs a boy, Mummy,â Ella giggled. Who was raising your daughter to be such a big mouth? Your face formed an annoyed look, eyebrows raising as a line of wrinkles crinkled against your forehead, your pointer fingers massaging your temples.
âAn old colleague?â Simon practically gasped. Had he met him at your old work Xmas parties?
âLetâs get you guys in the car.â You fumbled with Tobyâs car seat as you strapped him in, your nimble fingers shaking with anxiety before you shut the door, pressing a kiss against the window before wiping away the minimal residue of dirt. Gross.
âWho is he?â His tone was acerbic like he was looking for an argument. How dare you try and replace him? He was your husband, the father of your two kids? Have you seen this random man before? Had he fucked you?
âGod, Simon-â
âWho is he?â Simon was relentless, bullying his way into getting the answers as his arms folded across his chest, tattoos practically screaming at you too.
âHis nameâs Andrew. I ran into him at a coffee shop a few weeks back and he just wanted to catch up. Thatâs it.â
A loud scoff sounded in the air. âYou mean that geezer from that corporate job you hated? The one who didnât know it was weird to blatantly stare down your dress when you were standing next to your fucking husband?â
âHe didnât stare down my dress! Youâre not my husband anymore, Simon. I can see who I want.â
âI donât want our children to grow up thinking they have multiple dads.â
Youâll admit, that stung.
âMultiple dads? Youâre out of your mind. The only reason they would ever believe they have multiple dads is if their real one stopped showing up. And where have you been, Simon? When have you shown up?â
Simon held his tongue, the warmth of the metallic taste gashing through his teeth as he practically snarled past you. âIâll bring them back tomorrow.â
The dress you wore was practically suffocating you as you tucked your stomach in. Simon never minded the change in your figure after motherhood, he found himself liking it even more. He loved knowing that his seed put you through that, that he made you swell with his children, and he brought out the glow in your cheeks and the delicate stretch marks that laced your hips.
Andrew was nice. His tone was comforting as he walked to your door, ushering you to his car as he insisted you could order whatever you wanted. He was handsome, the salt and pepper hues of his hair settling your insecurity.
âWeâll take the Pinot Noir,â he spoke, looking at you with an almost arrogant sheer in his blue eyes. You only liked white. Simon knew that just like he knew everything about y-
Youâre not with Simon anymore. You had to realise that. Maybe thatâs why you brought Andrew home, let him shove his cock (that was a lot smaller than what you were used to) inside your heat, as you let out moans you had mimicked from the porn you watched with the actor that resembled far too much of your ex-husband.
Simon's fingers gripped the steering wheel early the next morning, your two children snuggled up in the backseat as he drove back to his old house, your old home. He wasnât a man who gave up easy, he would show you, prove to you that you made a mistake. You needed each other.
Hold on. You donât drive a red car?
His car lurched into the entrance of your home, nearly ramming into the garage as he shoved it in park, rolling down the two back windows slightly for air as he dug around in the small side compartment of his car.
The familiar gold key he had stolen from you the night he packed up all his stuff stared back at him, practically egging him on. Go on Simon, march in there. So he did. His hand rattled against the door knob, glancing back to peak into the car for a second before he slammed the door shut.
Your body froze. Were you being robbed? No. It was only Simon. A very angry-looking Simon. You stood, the white sheet barely shielding your naked body as he took in the sight of the man next to you, his hands wrapping around his shoulders as he practically ripped him out of bed, flinging him onto the floor as he grunted, eyes reared with hatred.
âSimon, what the fuck are you doing? WHERE ARE THE KIDS?â
Andrew groaned, on the floor, covering his groin as Simon chucked the masculine clothes at his head, the thin boxers soiled across the manâs scalp as he trembled.
âOur kids are asleep in the car, waiting for their Mummy to come to the zoo with them.â Simonâs words were despicable, laced with an acrimonious tone, small particles of spit seething through his lips as stared at you.
He turned to the man, a giant frame staggering over the top of him. âGet the fuck out, and if you wake up our kids when you go past, I will personally put a bullet straight in the middle of your skull,â he said, pushing a thick digit against his forehead as Andrew rushed out, clothes barely on before you felt the front door shut, a cry of apologises leaving your lips as you tried to assist him but Simon only held you back, a tight grip coiling around your arm.
âWhat the fuck was that? Howâd you get in?â You couldnât even place the words to say, humiliation roaring through you as you snuggled the sheet closer to you, away from his peering eyes.
âItâs time to be a family again, donât you think love?â
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