#would love to hear if someone has a reasoning or explanation for this (even if it's just ur personal reasoning for tw'ing one and not

[pixie-winged-fangirl]

Ace Attorney Hanahaki thoughts (happy ending)

First, I need to preface this by saying that I see Hanahaki disease in a different way than most. The way I see Hanahaki is as a disease that develops based on perceived unrequited love and is linked to the intensity of the yearning the affected individual has. Hanahaki is developed when a person is in love with someone else but truly believes that their feelings are not returned. This means that two people could truly love each other, believe that the other doesn't love them back, and as such have Hanahaki. In terms of severity, as I said earlier, it is linked to the yearning felt. It can range from as little as a petal when a person thinks of the one, they love, all the way to filling the lungs and throat to the point where one cannot breathe, however, this would only happen in extreme cases where they are constantly intensely yearning for the person.

Now that the explanation is out of the way, now onto the dumb gay lawyers.

Phoenix developed his Hanahaki a month or so after Miles left to live with the Von Karmas. He would send Miles letters, hoping to get responses, but he never did. This led him to believe that Miles no longer wanted to be his friend, and that truly hurt him. Phoenix didn't understand at the time that the feelings were romantic, as he was just a kid. One day he is sitting on the couch watching Signal Samuri while his mom cooks dinner. The show makes him think about Miles and suddenly he feels something in his chest. He starts coughing profusely and his mom comes in to find him holding a clump of chrysanthemum petals in his hand. She talks with him and figures out that the reason is Miles, and she explains the disease and what it means. She helps him learn to manage it, and eventually it has all but gone away. That is until one day Phoenix sees an article about a certain demon prosecutor. Suddenly he starts coughing as he brings his hand to his mouth where he catches a chrysanthemum flower.

Miles developed his Hanahaki a lot later. It was after 1-4 when he got home from going out with everyone and he was thinking about Phoenix. He thought about everything that Phoenix did and how much it meant to him. He felt a melancholy smile form on his face before he starts coughing. He runs to his bathroom and coughs into the sink, seeing clumps of yellow petals laying there once he can open his eyes again. Miles' developed because he is so traumatized that he could not fathom Phoenix ever loving him back. Miles tries to put Phoenix out of his mind but fails miserably as everything seems to remind him of the man. After 1-5, he eventually decides to leave, partially because of everything that had happened, and partially because he thought separating himself from Phoenix would help. It did in fact help for a few days, but even in the new environment, there always seemed to be something that reminded him of that defense attorney.

Years later, Trucy is practicing a magic trick when she hears her dad having a coughing fit. She finds his leaning over the sink coughing profusely. She pats his back and looks in the sink to see chrysanthemum flowers. She immediately knows who it must be, as he has just shown up again. After Phoenix stops coughing, Trucy starts to talk to him. She has known Miles for a while, as he would come visit every so often, or they would go visit him. She has seen how he looks at Phoenix and how he talks about him. So, she encourages her dad to talk to Miles. He is hesitant, but he agrees.

A few days later, he is standing in Miles' office, nervous as hell. He is struggling to breath due to the flowers that have made themselves at home in his lungs. After a while of talking in circles, and a very confused look from Miles, he eventually confesses his feelings. Miles looks up at him is shock, but then he stands up and rounds his desk to stand in front of Phoenix. Phoenix's heart is beating a mile a minute as Miles grabs his face and kisses him, and Phoenix feels his lungs clear as he melts into the kiss.

[intromortal]

ꕥ MAKE YOU MINE ⸝⸝⸝ lee heeseung

lee heeseung doesn't do relationships or any of that 'labels' stuff, it's a known fact. yet when jay's gaze lingers too long on you, he can't help but leave his mark on you in one way or another

this work contains ⋆ smut. mdni. jealousy, p in v, creampie, no protection, manhandling, name calling, degradation!!! hair pulling, mean hee won't kiss you, kinda toxic situationship thing going on, Feelings, reader is kinda crazy but also i've had too much caffeine today So ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 1.8k words

Heeseung, all things considered, is a pretty chill and laid back guy. Not prone to big displays of jealousy, especially anywhere public.

Most of the time he's quietly laying back on a couch at a party across the room, watching you with a glint in his eyes as you reject yet another guy trying to sneak his way into your pants. There’s something about the way you so obediently glance his way every time someone tries to flirt you, how your expression ever so slightly shifts to something he would describe as needy when he slouches further into the soft brown cushions, legs spread almost as if to invite you over on his lap.

It’s been months since you started fucking, and as embarrassing for you as it feels to admit, you two haven't really put a label on what your... status actually is. You’re definitely more than friends—though you don't know if you would even consider Heeseung your friend in the first place—but you also don't believe you're anywhere close to being a thing yet. That litter sliver of something keeps you fucking hooked on Heeseung though, even when you know it's terrible for you.

And he enjoys every second of it. How you're so loyal to him even when he doesn't give you any reason to be.

He’s confident you'll follow him around everywhere like a little lost puppy as long as he keeps feeding you whatever crumb you need; a gentle brush of his hand whenever he greets you, a soft compliment whispered in your ear before leaving you to find something to drink, a sweet forehead kiss at the end of the night when you've both found your way between the bed sheets. I’ve got it under control, he thinks.

Yet he can't find any explanation—one that he’d make peace with, that is—for the scorching rage that overcomes him whenever he sees you and your bestie walking hand in hand around campus. The slightest twitch to his eye when he notices how bright you seem to be around Jay, how hard you laugh at his jokes and how touchy you are, shoving his shoulder away when he makes a stupid comment, yet letting your hand linger on the cotton of his shirt. There’s a different light coming from within you when he's around, and Heeseung fucking hates it with his entire being.

Mostly because he doesn't want to admit what it really is. Lee Heeseung is the furthest thing from a relationship-kind-of-guy you could possibly ever find, and it's always been this way, everyone knows.

To fuck with him is to make peace with the fact that you'll never be anything more than someone to warm his bed—or car backseats more often than not. And most are okay with that as long as they get their hands on a piece of him, no matter for how short. You were okay with that too, at the very start. It just doesn't help that lately he has fucked you like he loves and hates you at the same time, and while you try your best to not let his empty calculated affections tie you down to him too much, it's gotten harder and harder to escape the literal black hole Heeseung is.

You promised yourself to only orbit around him for a bit, then escape at the first pull you feel is too strong. But here you are, on the event horizon anyway.

His lingering stares whenever Jay is around don't go unnoticed by you, far from it actually. And maybe you even play into it a little too much, because here you are, underneath Heeseung, and for the first time in weeks he's fucking you like love is the furthest feeling possible from both his mind and heart.

It's funny, how he's tried to maintain his cool around you so desperately, and what finally breaks him is Jay staring way too long at your ass for it to be a mistake. There’s nothing Heeseung would have loved more than to beat him to a pulp, for looking at his girl like that.

Except you're not his girl—he hadn't even realized he really wanted you to possibly be until then—so he can't do that. But what he can do instead is take it out on your poor unsuspecting pussy.

"You are such a nasty slut," he whispers against your lips as he pistons into your weeping cunt, ignoring every attempt you make to kiss him, biting down on your bottom lip when you don't catch the hint. "Walking around in that tight black skirt, for what?" It feels like he's spitting venom at you, a primal edge to his tone unlike anything you've ever heard from him. Despite everything, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your pussy clamp even harder around him, trying to milk his girth for all it’s worth.

You take too long to reply for his liking, his hand digging almost hurtfully into your cheeks to force you to look at him. "For. What?"

"I– fuck, i don't know."

He looks at you incredulously, like you must've gone dumb on his cock already, while his movements come to halt, despite your little cries and begs for him not to.

"Yes, you fucking do," he spits, grabbing your thighs and flipping you over onto your knees. A little scream rips out of you at the sudden motion as he manhandles you in whatever way he wants, paying no mind to any possible aching body part of yours or any discomfort you may feel. "Wore it to flaunt this ass around, didn't you? I know you did."

He lands a harsh smack on the skin of your bottom, kissing his teeth in annoyance when your entire body jerks forward, front collapsing on the bed. He eases his cock back into you in one thrust, setting a pace that is somehow faster and harsher than the one you could barely keep up with earlier. "Wanted  Jay to bend you over like this, huh?"

"N-no! I– ngh." Your rebuttal is cut short by his hips slamming into yours with a harsh thrust, his thick hand pushing your head against the sheets, uncaring of all the drool that's dripping from your mouth, your eyes rolling into your skull. He plants one of his feet into the soft mattress, the new angle helping him reach so much deeper inside you as the hold on your hips becomes nearly unbearable, sure to leave a flashy bruise.

Good, he thinks. Let everyone know I own you.

It doesn't matter that you two will still not put a label on whatever you have going on after this, Heeseung will find a way to mark you up with his actions instead. He'll fuck you so good even in the off chance you give Jay a chance all you'll think about is gonna be going back to him right after.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He grabs some of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, the mix of pain and pleasure so unbelievably delicious you don’t even know what to do with yourself if not just lay there and take it all. "That’s all a slut like you is good for anyway, shut her mouth and let me use her pretty pussy as I please."

And it doesn't matter for you either you realize, a fucked out smile spreading on your face as he takes you like he has never done before, because to get a reaction out of the ever so collected Lee Heeseung, it means you have made him your bitch as much as he has made you his. He just doesn't know it yet.

The sudden thought is so euphoric it pushes you close to the edge instantly, your cunt clenching around him more and more while Heeseung is behind you wondering why he just heard a giggle leave your throat in the midst of it all.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you?" His voice is rough, but the hint of uneasiness behind the facade is easy to pick up on, it only spurs you to laugh more—as much as you can manage, because soon his thrusts get angrier and you don't know if you're laughing, crying or moaning anymore.

You taste the salty tears running straight into your open mouth, and you don't exactly know why you're crying because you have never felt lighter, even with the harsh, repeated press of Heeseung's hips against your red, marked up flesh.

Heeseung thinks you must've gone delirious on his cock, the proof being the very white ring you're leaving on the base of his cock, and while his chest blooms and tickles with something unfamiliar to him, he can't help but want even more. He wants to give you even more.

He doesn't recall when this punishment he's inflicting on you turned around to him chasing your approval so fucking bad, but he can't stop. He can't stop himself from gawking at your bent back littered in his marks, he can't stop himself from bending down to mouth at your neck when all he initially wanted to do was put you back in your place, he can't stop himself from letting his hand find your familiar little bundle of nerves to roll circles on it.

He tells himself it's not for you, it's for him, so he can hear all the divine noises you're making for just a little longer, just enough to reach his orgasm.

His lips brush your nape again, and he wishes he hadn't turned you over so he could taste your laugh right off your lips. He almost opens his mouth to say something he might regret, but he stops himself with a low, guttural moan and a stripe licked on your skin instead.

Neither of you last long after that, and you come with shudder around him, cunt milking him for all he has, all he is worth. He gives it all to you, filling you up so well it has you clawing the sweaty bed sheets beneath you.

You're glowing underneath him as he gets off of you, and Heeseung doesn't want to linger on the fact that his chest cavity, where his heart is supposed to be, glows just as much for you. It's a scary thought.

"You're mine," you whisper, like you've finally cracked the code to something you couldn't wrap your head around for the longest. You state it like a fact, like how you do when you say things commonly agreed upon—like the earth being round and Sim Jaeyun having the prettiest dick on campus.

You don't turn to Heeseung when he says nothing after and all that fills the room is the swooshing of his clothes being collected from the floor and your front door shutting with a soft thud.

It doesn't matter, because whether he likes it or now, you know he has nowhere to go if not back to you.

[xenteaart]

the hard way

pairing: vampire!chris x to be vampire!reader genre/warnings: dark romance, mean chris, angst? kinda dead dove, mentions of death, blood and a lil gore (not too graphic tho imo), it's okay in the end??? and they're in love plot: reader is getting turned into a vampire and it's not as cool as she imagined author’s note: obvsly heavily inspired by railway and that SPITTING SCENE. idk it's prolly gonna flop but i wanted to picture that process and a not so hot side of it

“no.” “why not?!” “because i told you so a million times already. we’re not discussing this.” chris spits out and furrows, growing more agitated with each passing second.

“what, you don’t want me to be equal to you?” you ponder desperately while your mind searches for any, any reason at all as to why chris won’t turn you. it’s been getting to you for the last couple of months, and you’re sure you’ve gone through every possible explanation your troubled brain could come up with: he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t wanna spend eternity with you. or maybe it’s a power thing. or, or, or...? this endless cycle of worry and uncertainty has been keeping you on edge for way too long to think clearly now. “gosh, it has nothing to do with equality,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “what is it then?” “drop it.” you snap. “we’ll have to find out the hard way, then.”

you grab the nearest kitchen knife, and it turns out to be the one you use for cutting meat, a chef’s knife as they call it. how fitting. chris barely has enough time to catch up with your madness infused impulse, and when he turns his gaze back to you, the knife is already deep in your guts.

you thought it was gonna be romantic or somewhat dramatic at least. something from the movies where he sinks his vampire teeth into your neck, and just like magic — your eyes flash bright red, announcing the beginning of a new life.

“you dumb bitch,” he exhales shakily and somehow manages to catch you in time because the sharp pain in your stomach makes you lose your balance instantly. you’re still bitter and angry in the heat of the argument and you expect him to be the same way, but when you glance up, chris looks nothing but panicked. “that’s a new look on him,” you think, and it confuses you.

chris growls and sinks to his knees, carefully holding you and trying to move as fast as possible. what you don’t know is that turning can only be done in around thirty seconds since fatal injury. that might explain the rushing and chris’s pure bambi eyes panic but your consciousness is already starting to drift away to hold onto that train of thought.

chris bites into his wrist with unmasked fury, tearing and ripping his own veins even though using a knife would have been much cleaner. probably less painful, too. “swallow. now! come on, don’t you fall asleep on me now, focus!” he grabs your face and presses hard on the jaw joints, making you open your mouth like a puppet doll.

the sickly metallic taste of your own blood at the back of your throat from the internal bleeding mixes up with chris’s thick blood that he generously spits into your mouth, and you want to throw up. your head feels dizzy as your eyelids are getting heavier, your hearing suddenly fails completely as if someone turned the volume down from ten to zero. limbs are falling weak, and the pins and needles in them are so, so far from pleasant.

the thing about turning is... you actually have to die first. be fully, completely gone to be able to come back changed and corrupted, turned to the extent of your DNA having been violently rewritten. that you did not think through enough. the muscles in your throat contract almost on reflex, swallowing and gagging on the gooey salty substance, making your chest heave while coughing strangles you further. the tingles and nausea are so overwhelming and all consuming you actually catch yourself thinking dying would be a relief now. and then it follows as you wished.

you doze off for god knows how long but, by the looks of it, it can’t have been more than a few minutes because as you regain consciousness, chris is still looming over you, his own blood fresh on his lips. he’s blurry, though, everything is.

“come on, suck on me. c’mon, baby, there we go,” he coos as he brings his wrist to your lips, forcefully pressing it into your mouth and leaving you with little to no choice. the phrasing, unlike usual, doesn’t sound dirty or hot now, more like a life-saving command while you’re still so out it. it feels good, though, chris’s blood.

it doesn’t taste so metallic and gross anymore, and the texture feels almost soothing on your dry throat, like hot honey milk on a friday evening. suck, gulp, suck, gulp, suck, it almost lulls you back into serenity, some primal instinct of being attached to your only life line, finding comfort in someone’s warmth and touch and taste.

you wonder how much you’ve drunk already and whether chris will have anything left but you’re so, so thirsty you can’t even bring yourself to care.

what finally makes you stop is the sudden sharp ache in your gums. it feels so piercing the aftershocks are almost reaching your brain and eye sockets, and as you feel your old teeth fall out, a pair of longer fangs cuts through and settles into the upper teeth row. hot tears are stinging your eyes and you whine like a wounded deer, still unable to speak properly. it’s all too much, and you start to regret what you’ve done, and maybe, just maybe that’s why chris so passionately refused to put you through it. this kind of hunger and the animalistic, blood thirst driven rage were never something he wanted to inflict upon you.

your entire body is shaking but it’s not really a fearful tremor, more like restlessness, a new sort of “itch” somewhere deep, deep inside that you’ve never experienced before, the feeling so intense and soul wrenching you simply can’t disobey it. it makes you want to jump up and run.

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you how to handle it.” chris cups your face after taking off his leather gloves so you can feel the comfort of his actual skin. the touch is calming, but barely enough compared to that growing desire and need to satisfy the itch. “you stupid crazy cunt, why do you never listen,” he whispers into your forehead, his lips lightly brushing over your cold sweat covered skin, as he holds you closer, squeezing you against his chest in a protective manner, though the real danger to yourself is now planted within you.

[rin-may-1103]

Turn Back the Frozen Sands of Time. Pt3.

Previous | Master Post | Next (to be written)

Danny remained silent as he followed his mother down the winding halls. Some of her spies came and went with reports, muttering just low enough that human ears shouldn't be able to hear.

Group C was in the south wing, and Group D was finishing up with their task. Mother had something planned, which meant they were right smack dab in the middle of it. She was affected by the time travel, but whether it's she, herself, that came back or she's acting on anonymous information, is yet to be determined.

Danny glanced at Damian again, studying his brother without the pretense of their actions being his own fault.

Just like earlier, nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that Damian was standing closer than usual. As if he were worried or guarding Danny.

Danny knew Damian loved him, just like how he loved Damian. But Danny also knew that Damian would do whatever Ra's (and Mother) told him to, blindly trusting the man with their lives. (Literally, if his first death wasn't evident enough.) So, obviously, he's worried about Danny, and acting as if he knows Danny's in danger, but from whom and what is unclear.

Mother stopped to converse with another spy, hurriedly ordering them to do something in code just loud enough for both of them to hear. Damian's brows furrowed, but he didn't seem to understand the order either.

ok, think Danyal; Mother is frantic. She's never frantic; the only reasonable explanation was that she knew something, something she feared and was trying to prevent.

Whatever she knows, Damian has been informed of, but Danny hasn't. She's trusting Damian to follow her orders without argument, which they all know he will. But, she's not trusting Danny with knowing the situation; most likely because she believes he'll react irrationally.

Second, whatever, or whoever, caused this didn't do it because of Danny. In fact, they probably didn't even know he was here, or existed. Which meant an outsider, someone not of the league, was involved. (Was it Father? Batman does have quite a few interesting rogues, but what do they have to do with the league?)

which means Danny's existence here, in the past, is an accident.

ok, how can he use this to his advantage?

"Damian," Danny whispered, glancing at another spy rushing up to Mother and hurriedly whispering orders and reports.

Damian hummed, glancing back down the halls with tense shoulders. Yep, he definitely knew something was going on, and he did not like it.

The best way to get information out of people was to catch them off guard and keep them off balance. Best way to do that for Damian? go back and forth between acting normal and completely different. Oh, and doing the most obvious thing first is usually the least expected.

"Mother wouldn't happen to be planning on confronting grandfather, would she?" Danny asked, casually, studying an empty hall. (he remembered spying on her, overhearing her slowly start to question grandfather and what he stood for. It was only a matter of time before she tried to fight him. He just needed to know what was forcing her to do it before she was ready. Before Danny is supposed to die.)

Damian tensed, whirling back to face Danny like he'd been struck, "What?"

"We both know she's been questioning Grandfather for a while now, so it's not surprising that she's trying to usurp him. What I'm confused about is how rushed and..." Danny glanced at Mother, watching as she closed her eyes for just a moment before ordering her people again. "Frantic, she's acting."

Damian blinked at him, his eyes sharpening to study Danny closely. Now to put his acting skills to the true test.

Turning to Damian, Danny kept his body language open. Standing to attention, ready for a quick order from Mother, but nervously fiddling with his hidden knives, and eyes glancing around like he was scared Grandfather would jump out and attack them at any moment. Confusion on why the two of them are acting weird, but not confused enough to make his knowledge of Mother's plans suspicious.

He was Danyal Al Ghul, a Nine-year-old assassin, just pulled from his daily classes with no idea why; Because honestly, what could Mother possibly need both him and Damian for if she's planning on usurping Grandfather?

Damian glanced away, trying to figure out what he could and couldn't tell Danny. Mother most likely ordered him not to (due to his possible irrational actions), but Danny just revealed he knew and is fine with Mother's plans, which means he's not acting as they expected him to.

"Look," Damian started, watching Mother for a moment, before stepping closer to whisper, "I can't tell you right now, there's too much at risk and I need more time to lay it all out without making it confusing. but essentially," he glanced away, this time down a hall, he was lying then, "Mother was informed of some plans that put both of us in danger. Our job is to do as we're told and stay alive."

"Ok," Danny agreed, simply stepping back and turning to watch Mother again. Damian blinked at him in slight confusion, before his eyes widened like he had just realized something, and he turned back to face Mother.

Danny's old plans to be underestimated hadn't worked before, and they'll likely not work now. Which means he only had a limited amount of time to be underestimated before people caught on.

Damian knew him best; he's likely to have already caught on based on the fact that he just looked like he realised Danny tricked him into telling him more than he was supposed to. (It didn't confirm much, just the fact that whatever happened, put them in danger, but also didn't reveal that he's supposed to die in three days. interesting)

which was technically the plan, Danyal wouldn't have questioned anything, Danyal was loyal and didn't question orders. Danny just used one of the most obvious manipulation tactics he's been taught, and it only worked because of Danyal's established personality. Damian is sure to be suspicious of danny's actions from here on out.

Mother was the next most likely to catch on, and considering she knows he's snuck down into the caves to study the language, she already knows something's up. She'll keep a close eye on his movements from now on.

"Confirmation, Ra's is in the caves, but he has more guards than normal. We don't have enough people to take them out, without notifying him of your plans." Spy 1 reported, bowing to mother and waiting for her orders.

Mother's jaw tensed, her nails biting into her palms as she nervously recalculated. If Grandfather hasn't caught on to how strange she's been acting yet, that means he's been down in the cave for a while.

For either of two reasons, one, so he can verbally lay out his plans and evaluate if they actually make sense (which he does quite often, saying something out loud helps a surprising amount when you get stuck on something mentally).

Or two, for a 'ritual'. Or, in other words, taking a dip in the nasty death slime. Whether it's him or someone else is up in the air.

Cool, so now Danny has to help Mother before she gets the three of them killed, because that's exactly what she's doing by rushing into things. Hopefully, Ra's will be caught by surprise long enough for this to work.

"I can get us in," Danny offered, tilting his head innocently to the side. Mother turned sharply and stared at him, calculating if he was being honest. She glanced at Damian with a brow raised. Damian nodded his head, quickly signing later to hold off having to explain.

Sighing, Mother straightened up and nodded her head, "Lead the way."

And wow, Danny was honestly expecting her to put up more of a fight than that. But as the saying goes, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Nodding his head back, Danny turned and silently marched down the hall to their left. "I found an entrance a while ago, it hasn't been used in years. If grandfather knows of it, he hasn't deemed it necessary to watch. There are no guards on it like the others. Watch your feet, the ground is very loose."

letting his nine-year-old instincts take over, Danny quietly led the growing group down the halls and into a room. The others stopped, glancing around like they'd never known of the room's existence, which maybe they hadn't. Danyal hadn't run into much of anyone while down here.

Casually, making his way to the back, Danny grabbed a specific book and then two others, making sure to use the correct order. A sharp click, then the sound of old gears filled the room. The others tensed, on high alert at the loud sound.

"Don't worry, the natural twists and turns of the passage muffle the sounds. He'll be none the wiser of our presence," Danny rolled his eyes, gesturing for Mother to go first.

"Follow the marked path, it leads to an opening right above the main chamber. Grandfather never looks up, not unless he's the one in the pit. If he is, you'll have to wait for him to get out before you're safe to move from the shadows."

"How long, exactly, have you been using this entrance?" Mother demanded, frowning down at him.

Danny glanced away, sheepishly picking his nails, "a while."

"Right," she huffed, turning and moving into the tunnel.

Turning, Danny held out his hand for his brother. He had a feeling things were about to get crazy, or crazier than it was right now, at least. He'll just have to use this time to be as close to his brother as he can. (he still really wants to punch him, though; it's the least he deserves for killing him.)

Danny wasn't sure what was going on, or how long he'll be stuck in the past before Clockwork inevitably finds him (and he will, Clockwork would have warned him if this was supposed to happen. the fact he hadn't? Meant nothing good, but he trusted his mentor, he'd find Danny. He always did.) but he'd survive, he'd be fine.

Damian reached out and took his hand, turning to pull Danny down the tunnel with tense shoulders.

Danny squeezed his twin's hand, getting a squeeze back a moment later.

[kakashisacademia]

ೃ⁀➷ dating Satoru Gojo would include ;

the good, glorious and adorable Gojo:

• He spoils the hell out of you. From expensive sweets to spontaneous weekend getaways to the dumbest, sparkliest sunglasses he finds. If it reminds him of you, you own it now.

• He makes everything a joke until it isn’t. He’ll tease, flirt and clown his way through life. But the moment someone actually threatens you? His voice drops, his eyes go cold and he becomes terrifyingly serious.

• Physical affection is constant. He’s got you wrapped up in his arms, draped over his chest, tugged into his lap or clinging to his back like a personal weighted blanket. It doesn’t matter if Nanami, Shoko or his students are watching.

• He pouts when you don’t give him enough attention. “Why are you texting someone else when I’m literally the strongest and also right here?” He’ll drape over you dramatically like a fainting maiden.

• He sends you unhinged selfies. Double chins. Crossed eyes. Random shirtless mirror pics captioned; ‘miss u’. And then turns around and sends a breathtaking photo where he looks like a god with no explanation.

• He doesn’t care about rules, but he respects your boundaries. You tell him you need space? He’ll give it. You say something makes you uncomfortable? He stops instantly. No questions asked.

• He teaches you self-defense, but panics the second you get even a scratch. He’s like, “You’re strong now, babe,” but also, “WHO TOUCHED YOU I’LL BREAK THEIR SOUL.”

• He shows up late, but never forgets a date. He’s always late, because he’s a disaster. But your birthday, your anniversary, the day you first kissed? Engraved in his soul.

• He loves seeing you in his clothes. The moment you wear his shirt? His brain breaks. “Wait. Wait, hold on. Keep that on. I’m gonna die.”

• You’re the only person he lets see him truly vulnerable. When he’s broken and grieving. When he wakes up from a nightmare whispering “Suguru.” You’re the one who holds him through it.

the chaos and the curse of loving Gojo:

• He’s always on the edge of war. You live with the fear that one day he won’t come back. That one day he’ll push too far or give too much or get trapped in a plan he can’t escape.

• He never tells you how bad it really is. He hides the weight of the world behind smiles and blindfolds, because he doesn’t want you to carry any of it. But you feel it anyway.

• He sometimes disappears without warning. Missions. Emergencies. Prison Realm nightmares. You might not hear from him for days. He never wants to leave you, but he has to. It’s part of loving him.

• He flirts with everyone, but means it with you. He’s charming to the world, but you get the private softness. The whispered “I love you” when you’re almost asleep. The forehead kiss before he disappears into battle.

• You see him crack when he blames himself and he thinks he’s failed his students. When he says, “If I’d been stronger…” and you have to hold his face and remind him that even gods bleed.

Gojo’s deep soul-breaking truth:

• He would destroy the world for you. No question. No hesitation. You are his everything. His light, his gravity and his reason.

• But he’d never ask you to destroy yourself for him. He wants you to live, thrive and laugh. Even if he’s gone. Even if it breaks his heart.

• He never thought he could have love like this. Not after Suguru. Not after everything. But then you looked at him like he was just Satoru and not the strongest and that changed everything.

the man who came back isn’t the one who left;

• He used to laugh loudly carelessly, obnoxiously. Now sometimes you catch him smiling, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

• His voice is quieter now, more tired, like someone still halfway stuck in another dimension.

• He doesn’t talk about what it was like inside the Prison Realm. Not at first, but sometimes in the dark, his fingers tighten around your wrist in his sleep and he’ll murmur, “Don’t leave. Not you.” You don’t ask questions. You just pull him closer and hold him until the shaking stops.

Gojo needs you like air, but he’s afraid to say it:

• He clings to you in ways you never expected. His hands constantly touch your hip, your shoulder, your thigh when you’re sitting together. Like he’s making sure you’re real.

• He teleports straight to you after every mission. It doesn’t matter if he’s bleeding, furious or broken. You’re home. You’re safe.

• One time you didn’t answer your phone. When you finally got back to your rooms he was already there. Sitting on your floor, eyes wild and breath ragged. “Don’t do that again.”

• He’s scared. He’d never admit it, but you can feel it every time he cups your cheek and kisses your forehead like it’s a goodbye.

Gojo becomes more possessive, desperate and devoted:

• Someone flirts with you once in front of him. Gojo doesn’t even look angry, just smiles with that dangerous curve of his mouth and says, “She’s not interested.”

“How do you know?” the guy asks.

“Because she’s mine,” Gojo replies coldly, quietly, deadly.

• He doesn’t just want to love you. He wants to claim you in every way. Your scent, your bed, your soul. Everything.

“You’re the only thing that kept me sane in there,” he says one night, burying his face in your neck. “You. Just you.”

• You find yourself wearing his shirts more often now. Half because he leaves them everywhere, half because he likes it. His eyes going dark when he sees you in his clothes.

“Looks better on you,” he says, but the look in his eyes says: ‘You’re mine’.

Gojo loves you with a terrifying, endless kind of depth:

• He never thought he’d get a second chance at life and to love you again. Now he wakes up next to you and whispers “thank you” against your skin like a prayer.

• He still breaks sometimes. Collapses under the guilt and grief. You’ve held him as he becomes silent, shaking, repeating Suguru’s name like a curse and a prayer. And after those nights, he always asks: “You still love me?” “Even like this?” “Even though I’m not whole anymore?” And when you say yes, he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the world he’s trying to rebuild and protect.

[gf2bellamy]

could you possibly do a spencer reid fic based off of the “I try really hard, actually” scene in juno??

thank you so much, I love your writing 🤍

*heres a link of the clip for some inspiration :)

https://youtu.be/RAN4g5W56Og?si=aHz-ZXggw_HQ2-CH

trying — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of a bar , a/n: hiii !! this is such a cute idea !!! i hope you like this <3

"God, Spencer! You scared me." 

You clutched your chest, feeling your heartbeat race as you turned to find the tall genius standing behind you. His lips twitched into a small smile, eyes crinkling with amusement. 

"Sorry," he said softly. 

Spencer glanced around the file room, his brows knitting together in mild confusion as he took in your unusual hiding spot. You were standing in the corner, half-shielded by a filing cabinet. 

"Garcia’s looking for you," he informed you, tilting his head slightly. "Why are you even in here?" 

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the desk behind you, wincing as the edge dug into your thighs. 

"Well, I am hiding from Garcia," you admitted, your voice laced with defeat. 

Spencer’s eyebrows lifted, waiting for further explanation. You groaned, throwing your head back. 

"She wants me to go out with her," you grumbled, tapping your fingers against the desk. 

Spencer opened his mouth, presumably to question why that was a bad thing, but before he could speak, you cut him off. 

"To a singles bar," you added. 

His mouth closed again. 

"Oh." 

"Yeah, oh," you muttered, shaking your head as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

You could practically hear Garcia’s voice in your head, rattling off reasons why you needed to ‘get back out there.’

"I don’t want to go," you admitted. "I told her I don’t want to go. But she keeps insisting that I have to—" 

You abruptly clamped your mouth shut, realizing you were about to overshare. Spencer was watching you carefully now, his gaze scanning your face, picking apart every little nuance of your expression like the profiler he was. 

"The point is," you rushed to say, forcing a grin, "I don’t wanna go, so I’m hiding out here until she gives up." 

Spencer was quiet for a moment, considering your words. Then, a small, almost imperceptible smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. 

"Garcia is very persistent," he mused. "She has an impressive track record of convincing people to do things they don’t want to do. You might have to hide in here all night." 

You groaned again, dramatically flopping against the desk behind you. 

"Great. Guess I live here now." 

Spencer chuckled, a warm, soft sound, and for some reason, it made you relax a little. 

"Well," he said after a moment, shifting on his feet, "if you really don’t want to go, you could just… make alternative plans." 

You frowned, lifting your head to look at him properly. 

"Alternative plans?" 

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then cleared his throat. 

"You could…spend the evening with me instead," he offered, a hint of shyness in his voice. "I mean, if you want to avoid the singles bar and Garcia’s persistence, having a pre-existing engagement would be an effective deterrent." 

You stared at him, caught off guard by the suggestion. But the more you thought about it, the more the idea warmed you from the inside out. 

"You’re suggesting we fake a date?" you asked, amused. 

Spencer shifted uncomfortably, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. 

"Not—not a date necessarily," he mumbled. "Just, uh… we can pretend you have plans with me. And then when she leaves, you can… just go home." 

Your smile faltered slightly. 

"I mean… that would probably get her off my back," you admitted, your gaze dropping to the floor as you thought it over. 

And it would.

Because the only reason Penelope was dragging you to a singles bar in the first place was that she knew about your hopeless, lingering crush on Spencer. She wasn’t trying to set you up with someone else because she doubted you and Spencer would make a good couple.

Quite the opposite.

She had spent months watching the two of you dance around each other, never quite crossing that invisible line. She just wanted to help you get over it.

"Okay," you said finally, shrugging your shoulders like it was no big deal. 

Spencer blinked, clearly surprised you had agreed so quickly. He nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. 

"Okay," he echoed. 

A beat of silence stretched between you. 

You shifted on your feet, trying to ignore the strange, hollow feeling creeping into your chest. 

"So, uh…" You cleared your throat. "What exactly are these fake plans?" 

Spencer hesitated for a moment, like he hadn’t thought that far ahead. Then he pushed up his sleeves, his expression turning thoughtful. 

"Well," he said slowly, "we should probably make it sound convincing. If Garcia asks, I could say we’re going to get dinner?" 

Your stomach did a little flip. Dinner. 

"Right," you said quickly, trying to sound unaffected. "Makes sense. That’s… that’s good." 

"And maybe a movie?" he added. "That would give us a reasonable time frame in case she checks in." 

"Right. Smart," you nodded, avoiding his gaze. 

Another pause. 

Then, before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "Or we could just actually do those things?" 

Spencer’s head snapped up, his lips parting slightly in surprise. 

Your heart pounded as you registered what you had just said. 

"I mean… it sounds fun," you added quickly, suddenly shy under Spencer’s wide-eyed stare. 

He blinked at you, mouth slightly open, like he was still processing your words. 

"I—uh—" He cleared his throat. "You want to go out with me?" His voice was quiet, hesitant, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. 

You bit your lip to keep from chuckling. 

"That’s what I just said," you teased, looking up at him. 

Spencer continued standing there, frozen, his thoughts clearly running a mile a minute. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was almost certain you could hear it. The sound filled his ears, muffling everything else. 

"Why?" he asked suddenly. 

You frowned, confused. "Why not?" 

His expression was unreadable, and for the first time, doubt crept into your chest. 

"If you don’t want to—" you started, your voice quieter now, a little unsure. 

"No, no," Spencer interrupted, shaking his head. "That’s not it." 

He inhaled sharply, searching for the right words. "I just—you want to go out with me? On a date? But… why?" 

And that’s when you said it. 

"Because I think I’m in love with you." 

The words were out before you could second-guess them, but the second they were, a weight lifted from your chest. 

Spencer’s lips parted slightly, his entire body going still. 

"You mean… as friends?" he asked after a beat, his voice almost too soft to hear. 

You looked away for a moment before forcing yourself to meet his gaze again. 

"No," you said firmly. "I mean for real." A small smile tugged at your lips, even as your heart raced. 

"Because I think you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met," you admitted, shaking your head in disbelief. "And you don’t even have to try." 

Spencer swallowed, his eyes locked onto yours, something unreadable flickering across his face. 

"I try really hard, actually," he murmured. 

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. 

"Well… you make it look effortless." 

For a moment, neither of you spoke. 

Then, in barely more than a whisper, Spencer said, 

"I'm in love with you too." 

Your breath hitched, your heart stumbling over itself, but then a slow, radiant smile spread across your face. 

"Good," you murmured, eyes never leaving his. "So… you do want to go out now, right?" 

Spencer let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. 

"Yeah," he said, nodding as a shy smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, I really do." 

You grinned, warmth blooming in your chest. 

"Okay then," you said, stepping just a little closer. "Guess we’ve got some real plans now." 

Spencer’s gaze flickered to your lips for just a second before meeting your eyes again, his smile soft and full of something that made your heart race. 

"Yeah," he whispered. "We do." 

[flamintgo]

There's also an underlying accusation to that question that non-drummers would probably not directly get, even though you did correctly pick up on the rude tone. Not only are they calling the kit flashy, they're also calling him a fake. II's perfectly succinct response to that question was both the actual answer and a shut down (Imagine, if you will, those big, beautiful, blue eyes rolling in his grumpy skull mask. He is among Sleep's eepiest).

'why so many triggers' ' for gates' But what does it mean??? This was before my time 😭 I'm so excited

I don’t have the screenshot so if anyone wants to add, please do!

Basically, in the way that often happens, somebody on Twitter replies to a photo of ii’s setup and went “why so many triggers?” and like trying to say there’s too much shit on his kit, it’s for looks, it’s overkill and too many, just like general dissing energy

And ii, being on twitter and ready to fight at a moments notice, replied within very short time and just said “For gates.” (Admittedly, not a drummer, so I don’t 100% understand the nuance of this but) which we all basically took to mean “because fuck you that’s why”

Basically the drummer equivalent of “drift, why so many band posts? You’re not adding any music to the world, there’s no creating in what you do, you just yap and thirst and are annoying like why do you post about them so much?”

“For fun.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Birthday Cake (NSFW)

See Me Through You Series

But he wanna lick the icing off (The icing off)

I know you want it in the worst way (The worst way)

Can't wait to blow my candles out

Synopsis: Your nineteenth birthday is considered a national holiday when it comes to your boyfriend celebrating you; and you got exactly what you wanted. The two of you not leaving the bed for three days straight.

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Do not engage if you are underage

Glancing at the clock on your phone as you got settled into Joe’s bed, you saw that the time read 11:55 PM. For as long as you could remember, it was a tradition for you and Ja’Marr to wait until midnight so that you could be the first ones to tell each other happy birthday even if that meant being tired in school.

However, this year because of it being the week before midterms, the two of you would simply facetime each other and planned to celebrate the weekend after.

“Babe! You’re going to miss it! What are you doing?!” You yelled out hoping that he heard you from wherever he was in the apartment.

“I still have five minutes!”

“What is even going on?!”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll see when I walk in there.” Joe yelled back and you shook your head as you facetimed Ja’Marr.

He gave you a huge smile once your face came into view and you quickly returned it.

“Why does it look like you need your hair done when I literally just did it last week?” Was how you greeted him.

He rolled his eyes and the smile quickly turned into a frown.

“That’s how you greet me minutes before our birthday?”

“Yes, because I need an explanation. Mommy is going to think that I don’t take care of you and I won’t hear the end of it.” You said as you sat all the way up from being on your side. You loved your parents through and through, but they needed to start making their other twin be more responsible because everything did not depend on you.

“Look, these classes have been kicking my ass.”

“And you obviously haven’t been tying it up at night because I can see the lint from a mile away. You went outside looking like that? I'm disappointed.”

“Pebbles! So damn unhinged and outta pocket.”

“I’m just calling it like I see it. So when I call her later, I’m going to tell her that you did it to yourself and I’m not doing it again for a month. She can come and do it if there's a problem.”

“I’ll just get Jazmine to do it.” Ja'Marr told you and you instantly gave him the side eye.

“And who the FUCK is that?! Fine, get one of those little fast ass girls to deal with your tender headed ass. I hope the parts are crooked since your big sis isn’t good enough.”

“You LITERALLY just said you weren’t doing it!”

“I’ll do it, you don’t have to beg. Just give me my usual payment.”

“Honey old bay wings, 10 count, all flats with extra ranch.”

“Love you, Bam Bam. Especially when you aren't getting on my nerves.”

Joe made his presence known when he walked in the bedroom with a single cupcake that had one candle in it making you smile.

“Aww! Is this what you were doing?” You asked as you attempted to take it away from him and bite it, but he quickly moved his hand away.

“The matches kept going out and I can't find my lighter so yes, that's what took me so long. And you have two minutes. You can wait two minutes to eat it.”

“Joe! Where's mine!? It's not only your girlfriend's birthday. She has a twin if you haven't noticed! And that twin is the reason you two are together.” Ja’Marr exclaimed and you positioned the phone so that he could see both of you.

“Still at the store. You might get it later, might not.”

“I am seriously tired of the two of you bullying me.”

“Seriously? This is what you call bullying?” Joe asked between his laughing fit.

“Ever since I introduced you two, all you both do is gang up on me.”

“Hmm, you're not wrong because someone has to keep you in check. Okay, one minute left! And go! Say your wish!” You replied and it looked as if he was thinking.

“Hmm, my wish for year 19 is to get more sexy.” He told you as he wiggled his eyebrows and that prompted you to make a gagging noise.

“Ew, okay now for mine, since my wish is actually realistic.”

“PEBBLES!”

“Ja’Marr, you stay catching strays from your sister.”

“She's been giving me hell since we've been in the womb. Why do you think she was born first? You know I was born with a black eye because she punched me because she wanted to go first.”

“Ja’Marr, shut up because you sound ridiculous and listen to my wish.”

“Can't sound so ridiculous if it's true.”

“I'll eat your cupcake Joe got you if you don't be quiet.”

“I… Fine. You bully me and then bribe me with food.”

“Ignoring you. Anyway, I wish for endless happiness for year 19, and to promise to put myself first.” You whispered the last part, but knew for a fact that Joe heard you since he looked over at you.

However, the look on your face was quickly replaced with a smile when Joe suddenly kissed your cheek and handed you your cupcake.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

“Thank you! And wait, this actually stayed lit this entire time? What kind of matches do you have?” You asked Joe as you finally blew it out and began to eat it.

“And happy birthday uno!”

“Thank you, I was just sitting here patiently, waiting to be acknowledged since now I am clearly the third wheel and my sister has stolen you from me.”

“I'm prettier, so deal with it. Popeyes dumpster baby.” You playfully said as you stuck out your tongue and lifted your middle finger into the camera so he could see it.

“I'm going to remember that. Wait until I get drafted. I'm not going to give you a PENNY.”

“Sure, Bam Bam. Keep telling yourself that.” You told him as Joe was trying to sneak a taste of icing, but you moved the cupcake out of his reach.

“Anyway, happy birthday big sis. I have to get up early and go to class since I've only gone twice this week.”

Your eyes went wide and you were about to yell when Ja’Marr held up a finger to cut you off while Joe swiped some icing as you were distracted.

“Please don't yell at me. I know.”

“You'll get off this time and this time only. But happy birthday little brother. I love you even if you get on my last nerve. Joey! Did you eat some of my icing?”

“No.” Joe quickly told you and you swiped the icing that was in the corner of his mouth and held it up as evidence to show him.

“How'd that get there?” He asked, but you rolled your eyes and ignored him as he licked it off your finger and you playfully hit him.

“I love you too and I plan on getting on your nerves forever.”

Once you hung up the phone, you plugged it in before placing it on the nightstand before turning back to your boyfriend who was smiling at you.

“You want your nineteen kisses now or later?” He asked as he pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you.

“Is there a limit of how many times I can get those kisses? Like 19 now and then 19 later? Or multiple times later?”

“The limit does not exist.” He told you and a laugh immediately escaped.

“I think I've made you watch Mean Girls too many times. But I'll take some now and then take some later.”

“As you wish, birthday girl.” Joe whispered against your lips before placing a total of five kisses on them.

“But I should tell you that your lips aren't the only place that I can put those kisses. It's wherever you want.” Joe trailed off as the kisses began to make their way down your neck.

“As tempting as that sounds, I'm not about to start something that I can't finish since I definitely have an 8 am class. Left up to me, we wouldn't leave your bed. And I also wouldn't wake up on time either despite me already setting my alarm.”

“Luckily for you since your birthday is on a Friday, we have all weekend.”

“Can I have my gifts now?”

“No, because I haven't wrapped all of them yet. It'll be later.”

“You literally don't need to wrap them.”

“Yes I do. The wrapping paper is Pooh Bear.” Joe replied as he placed one of your braids back into the bonnet that you were wearing since it had somehow tried to escape.

“Oh, carry on then.”

“It was between that, Powerpuff Girls and Care Bears.”

“Those are all good options and I would have been satisfied with whatever you had picked.”

“But I know you like Pooh Bear just a little bit more than the others.”

“No lies detected. But I do have one more request.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

“Goodnight kisses so that I can fall asleep.”

“With or without a clit massage?”

“I…. you know better.”

“I just thought I would offer my services anyway.”

“But like you said, there will be plenty of time for that.”

–

About fifteen minutes before your alarm was due to go off, you were still dead asleep and Joe had settled himself in between your thighs knowing that this was the perfect way to wake you up on your birthday.

It helped that he had easy access since you were literally only wearing one of his t-shirts with nothing underneath.

Joe lifted the shirt up to your waist before spreading your legs and making sure he had a strong hold on them before running his fingers along your folds.

At one point, you flinched, but didn't wake up as he slowly placed kisses up and down your inner thighs.

Once he got to the top and was once again face to face with your core, he opened his mouth to let his spit hit your clit and trickle down along your folds making sure you were wet enough for him before using his fingers along with his tongue to pleasure you.

He was honestly surprised that you hadn't woken up yet as he inserted one finger at the same time his tongue hit your clit.

Once again, you flinched in your sleep and didn't wake up from Joe's movements. What did wake you up was him inserting another finger with the slightest increase in pace as well as pressure.

As soon as Joe heard you gasp, he smirked to himself knowing that you were finally awake.

“Mm… baby….” You quietly said as your hands instantly went to his hair and lightly tugged on it to pull him closer.

As he was pleasuring you, your hands quickly released their hold on him to grab the bottom of Joe's shirt and pull it over your head now leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Once it was off and instantly forgotten since it had been thrown on the floor, your hands went back to being in Joe's hair as his spit mixed with your juices was running down his chin.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed as Joe was now sucking on your swollen clit as you kept squirming and wanting to cum in your boyfriend’s mouth while you began to play with your nipple rings. Which really did come in handy when it came to having sex with your boyfriend.

At one point, Joe caught you trying to inch away from him and quickly pulled you back making sure you didn’t roll off the bed onto the floor.

“Keep those legs spread, birthday girl and stop running away from me. Do it again and I'm punishing you later.”

“Baby, I'm close.”

“Could have fooled me. If you're so close, why are you running?” Joe asked as his fingers moved in and out of you waiting for an answer before reinserting his tongue.

All you could give him as a response were moans and whimpers and you knew it was only a matter of time before you squirted all over his face.

“Come on, birthday girl. Cum in my mouth.” Was the last thing you heard from Joe before he went back to sucking on your clit.

Well, Joe happened to get his wish as a gush of liquid blasted all over his face with you screaming at the top of your lungs, but he kept his tight hold on you knowing that you would once again try to get away from him.

Even as you were gushing liquid out all over his face, Joe didn't let up with sucking on your clit as you continued to listen to your protests and whimpers for him to wait.

“Babeeeee. Oh shiiiit.”

Joe got another face full of your juices and you were finally able to breathe out as you rested your right arm across your forehead and closed your eyes as Joe finally removed his fingers from you.

He tapped your cheek for you to open your eyes and once you did, you saw him holding up his fingers to your mouth which you gladly opened and sucked on tasting your juices.

“You taste so good, I swear I can't get enough.” He whispered against your lips before kissing them and slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you two finally broke apart, he smirked at you before starting to play with your nipple rings.

“Oh, happy birthday, princess….again. Did you like the way I woke you up?” Joe asked, but before waiting for an answer, he took one of your nipples in his mouth and roughly sucked on it, making you gasp as he rolled the other one in between his fingers.

“Yes.” You breathed out as he switched to the other one giving it the same attention.

“Good, because there's a lot more where that came from. I just wanted to give you a preview since I know that I'm not going to see you until later.”

“How about another one?” You playfully asked as you looked at the time and Joe shook his head no making you pout.

“No, because I need you to have all your strength for later. And you also need to be able to pay attention in class.”

“Wait, what? And I'll be able to pay attention!”

“Don’t worry baby, you'll see. But for now get ready and go to class. The sooner you do, the sooner that you'll be back under me. And I don't believe that for a second.”

“So no other birthday plans?”

“I plan on feeding you your favorite Mexican food and fucking your brains out as you originally requested. Anything else? I also have your gifts for you which I know you're going to love once you see them.”

“No, I think that covers everything. I can't wait to see what you got me.”

“Good, because as soon as you get back, you won't be wearing clothes again until Monday.”

“I….” You started to say as your eyes went wide.

“I'm just doing what my girlfriend requested from me. Might as well do it this weekend before everyone steals you from me next week when midterms are over. Any complaints?”

“One has yet to cross my mind and I don't think one will.” You told him as you sat up and leaned forward to kiss him.

As you were sitting in class, paying attention was the last thing on your mind as you took a deep breath to ground yourself.

Your mind had been occupied with thoughts from earlier in the day and how Joe woke you up in the perfect way on your birthday.

Ever since you left Joe's apartment, the throb has been consistent between your legs no matter how hard you tried to focus. Class was nearing its end, when you pulled out your phone to send him a text.

You- Babe….

Joey- Yes, birthday girl?

You- I can't stop thinking about this morning and how you woke me up in the perfect way

Joey- Oh, really?

You- So much so that I am literally squeezing my legs together while sitting here and it's fucking throbbing. I can't make it until later.

Joey- Can't wait to taste you again, but you're going to have to baby

You- But WHY

Joey- You know why, but I promise that it'll be worth it

As soon as class was over, you raced to the bathroom and just as you expected when you pulled down your thong was nothing but wetness.

Wanting to send it to Joe for proof, you took two of your fingers soaking them before snapping the pic and sending it to Joe without warning.

You- Just in case you needed proof. Later can't come fast enough.

As soon as you sent it, it obviously took a few minutes for him to open it, but once he did the text bubble kept appearing and then disappearing making you laugh.

But when it finally did come through, there was nothing but a smirk on your face.

Joey- BABY I'M NOT BY MYSELF

You- And last time I checked I don't care. Did you like the pic? 🙂‍↕️

Joey- If your goal was to get me fucking hard in public, you succeeded

You- Good. Now put me through the mattress

Joey- Oh, I'm definitely doing more than that. I'm punishing you for that along with earlier when you tried to run away from me

You- I didn't run!

Joey- If I hadn't pulled you back on the bed, you would have fallen off

You- 😒😒😒

Joey- Just you wait till I get my hands on you

You- Is that a threat or a promise?

Joey- Princess, don't push me. It's both. Now you'll probably get back before me and you better be ready once I get there.

You- Can't wait 🤭

As soon as you sent the last text to Joe, your phone began to vibrate in your hand and it was none other than a facetime call from Erin.

When you hit accept, her and Alisha were holding a bunch of balloons and they both screamed, making you laugh.

“The birthday girl!! Hi, boo! Want to meet us for a quick lunch before your last class of the day?” Erin asked as she switched the view on her phone so that you could see where the two of them were.

And it happened to be one of your favorite food spots down the street from campus.

Mexican food twice on your birthday?

The answer was always going to be yes.

“Yes! Of course! Be there in a minute!”

Once you walked into the restaurant after taking the less than five minute drive and spotting them, they both placed you in a bone crushing hug before the three of you slid into the booth and you picked up a menu to see what you wanted.

Bottom line was that if you could, you would eat Mexican food everyday.

“So, how does it feel to be 19? Any different?” Alisha asked as she started to look over the menu as well and had her eyes in the appetizer section.

“The same, honestly.”

“What did Joe get you?” Erin curiously asked as you shrugged.

“I'm not sure yet, he hasn't shown me and said that I'll get them later. But… This morning…” You started to say, but then trailed off making both of them look at you.

“Girl, don't leave us in suspense. Out with it.”

“He woke me up by eating me out.” You told them as a smile that you were trying to contain broke out on your face.

“Damn, when is it my turn!? Joe looks like an EATER. If you know what I mean.” Erin asked and Alisha looked at her in disbelief.

“Being a hoe is literally your occupation. You've had plenty of turns. Anyway, go on.” Alisha told her and Erin quickly rolled her eyes.

“And I sent him a text while in class telling him that I couldn't wait any longer and he told me that I had no choice. So when class was over, I sent him a little picture when I went into the bathroom…”

“Oh, you nasty. I've taught you well! I'm so proud!”

“I knew you would be proud. And as of right now, I am going to get punished later for making him hard in public. He also mentioned that I won't be wearing clothes until Monday so there's that.”

“I cannot wait to hear about this on Monday. Assuming that you'll still be able to talk and tell the tale of what happened. Well, we might have to check in Tuesday because you're about to be down for the count.”

“But for now, we are celebrating one of the best people I know. Get anything you want, we're paying for it.”

“Aww, thanks you two. I don't want anything too heavy otherwise, I know I'm about to fall asleep in class. And apparently we're going over what's going to be on our midterm today and I really need to pass this class so I can get my internship next semester.”

“That’s fine. Whatever you want. I'm just… I know I say this like every few months, but this is honestly the happiest I've seen you.”

“At this point, we're just waiting for Joe to propose.”

“I think we are a long way from that happening.” You honestly said. You loved Joe with everything in you, but talking about marriage when you had freshly turned 19 was not on your priority list. You were seriously just trying to make it through your first year of college in one piece.

“Hmm, I don't think so but we'll see. That man is obsessed with you.” Alisha told you as your waiter set down a bowl of chips and salsa and waited to take your orders.

“What can I get for all of you?” She politely asked as Alisha and Erin gestured towards you.

“We'll let the birthday girl go first.”

—

The smile on your face was apparent as the phone vibrated in the back pocket of your jeans and you knew for a fact that it was your boyfriend.

You had literally just passed the threshold of his apartment and placed your backpack on the couch since he had told you to meet him there.

Joe had told you that he would get there a few minutes after you and he left the door unlocked so he told you to make yourself comfortable which you always did. However, that was a habit you were trying to break him out of since Joe you had noticed was a little too trusting sometimes.

Pulling out your phone, it was a simple text and you thought nothing of it when you had opened it and read it.

Joey- You there yet, pretty girl?

You- Yes, just walked in and putting my things away

Joey- Good, I just have a question for the birthday girl.

Now staring down at this text made the wheels in your head start turning.

You- What is it, babe?

Joey- You know that I love you and have the utmost respect for you, right?

You- Of course, bubs. I love you too. Why do you ask?

Joey- Because when I get there, it's probably going to look like I don't for a few minutes

As soon as you read it, you could feel the wetness growing in between your thighs and knew that it would take no time at all for the black thong that you were wearing to become soaked in your juices.

You- Wanna explain a little further? Even though I think I know where you're going with this.

Joey- Trust Me, baby. You have no idea where I'm going with this. Just be patient and be a good girl for me tonight. Promise to make it worthwhile and this will make up for Valentine’s Day. Be there soon.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach immediately as the excitement started to grow. You caught yourself reading over the conversation as you had gotten settled on Joe's bed.

Even if he stated that he would be back in a few minutes, you couldn’t wait any longer and found yourself peeling the leggings that you were wearing off of your body and throwing them on the floor which you knew in a matter of another twenty minutes would be piled high with the rest of your clothes along with Joe's.

Just as you thought, your thong was soaking wet as you lightly brushed two fingers along the outside of the material. Figuring that you wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night, they were next to be thrown on the floor right next to your leggings.

Sucking two of your fingers until you were satisfied with how wet they were, you slowly inserted them and a quiet gasp was released from your mouth.

While one hand was occupied down below, you used your other hand to slowly rub and pinch your nipples underneath Joe's sweatshirt until they were rock hard underneath your fingers.

This had gone on for a few minutes and you knew that your orgasm was close until you suddenly heard your boyfriend’s voice startling you.

“Now this is a sight that I wasn't expecting. You started without me, princess?” He asked as he gave you a small smirk before licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

“Couldn't wait any longer.” You told him as you started to take your fingers out, but hearing his voice once more stopped you.

“No. Keep going until you finish. You look so pretty especially when you cum.” Joe replied as he came over to the bed and stroked your cheek.

“But I want you.”

“You'll have me, baby. All weekend. Now do as I say and make yourself cum. You started so finish. Let's see if you've been paying attention when I told you what to do when touching yourself on facetime.” Joe told you as he quickly took his sweatshirt off along with the shirt that he was wearing underneath and tossed it on to the growing piles of clothes next to his bed.

Listening to instructions, you started moving your fingers once more and knew that it wouldn't take too much longer since you had been so close before.

“That’s it. Keep going, baby. What did I also tell you to do when touching yourself?” Joe asked as he was now standing at the end of the bed with his gaze locked tightly on you.

“My clit.”

“What about it?”

“Pay it the most attention out of anything else.” You moaned out with your eyes now closed.

“Hmm, really? Then why aren't you doing it? Sooner you make yourself cum, the sooner you have me.”

As soon as he told you that, you moved your fingers to stroke your swollen clit, starting slowly at first and then increasing the pace of your movements.

“Oh, fuck.” You sighed as you know inserted the fingers of your other hand while still massaging your clit.

“You close, princess?”

“Yes, so close. So, so close.”

“Not close enough, obviously. Want to see those legs shaking.”

You peeked one eye open to see your boyfriend still at the bottom of the bed, except now his clothes were completely gone and he was slowly stroking his dick while keeping his eyes trained on you.

That was all the motivation you needed to send you over the edge.

“Shiiit.” Was all you could say after a few seconds while Joe climbed on top of you with a satisfied look on his face.

“Good girl, just like I told you.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you, with you instantly wrapping your arms around him.

“I have one of your gifts for you, you want to open it? It'll be useful a little bit later.”

Nodding your head yes, Joe reached over to open the drawer of his dresser and pulled out a box wrapped in Pooh Bear wrapping paper just like he told you it would be.

Handing it to you, you wasted no time in ripping off the paper, once all of it was off, you smirked at your boyfriend.

“Is this what I think it is?” You curiously asked as you looked up at him.

“Well what do you think it is?”

“A sex toy that you plan on using on me tonight.”

“Not just tonight, but all weekend. And yes, we have a winner. Been waiting to use it on you for almost an entire month.”

Examining it and moving it back and forth between your hands, you knew that it was a rose toy which people claimed would make them cum in a matter of seconds.

You honestly didn't know how much you believed that, but I guess you would find out tonight.

“You think you're recovered enough? You need as much rest in between before what I'm about to do to you.”

“I…”

“Don’t get nervous now. You begged for this. But seriously baby, if you want me to stop at any time, you need to promise to tell me. I love you and the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. Got it?”

“I love you too and got it.” You told him as you nodded your head.

“Then I think it's finally time to get to the main event.” Joe said as he slowly backed up and was standing at the edge of the bed again before pulling you by your ankles as you let out a loud yelp.

“You remember what I told you?”

“That you respect me, but it's about to look like you don't for a few minutes.”

“Exactly.” Joe said at the same time before slowly entering you making you let out a gasp, and slowly moving all the way back out before slamming his hips into yours.

“Fuck!”

“Be quiet and don't make a sound until I tell you too.” Joe said as he was pounding into you.

In order to try and muffle your moans along with your screams, both of your hands went directly over your mouth making a tight seal and you prayed that it would be enough.

He was holding tightly onto you and sure enough, you had started to squirm making him abruptly stop.

“What did I tell you about running away from me, birthday girl? Don't do it again.” He told you before once again slamming back into you and you did your hardest not to make one sound.

With the increase of his pace, Joe had now leaned forward and placed his hand around your neck and lightly squeezed.

Not too much pressure, but just enough for your eyes to roll back.

Then he did one of the last things that you ever expected.

“Open your mouth, princess.”

As soon as you moved your hands to the side and did as you were told, Joe promptly spit in your mouth as his hands were still around your neck.

“Swallow it.”

As soon as you did, Joe tightened his grip around you while placing one of your legs on his shoulder.

“You're being such a good girl for me. So I guess I can let you cum.” He said as his hand now moved from your neck to massage your clit. You couldn't help but to let a whimper escape as you held tightly onto Joe's bicep as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

He wasted no time before flipping you over and entering you from behind.

“Face down, ass up, come on princess. Hurry up and get there.”

“Babeee.”

“I'm going to act like I didn't hear that. Next time I won't be so nice.”

You were hanging on by a literal thread when you heard Joe's voice from behind you again.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby. Keep that arch in your back for me.” Joe told you as you rested your head on your hands and tried to even your breathing.

He wasn't lying when he told you that it was going to look like he didn't respect you for a few minutes.

Joe's movements were starting to get sloppier and that let you know he was literally seconds away from cumming and it worked out perfectly because you were too.

“Fuck!” Was all you heard as he quickly pulled out of you and flipped you back over.

He crawled up your body and was hovering over your mouth as he was finishing by jacking himself off.

You leaned forward with your mouth open ready to catch his load when the first drop hit your tongue.

The moans that Joe was letting out was music to your ears as his cum continued to slide down your throat. When he was finally finished, he leaned down to kiss you before pinching your cheek.

“Spread your legs for me. I need to eat you out.”

Nodding your head, you moved to the top of the bed and spread your legs wide before Joe got himself settled in between them.

He kissed along your thighs just like he had done earlier but before he dove in, he peeked up to look at you.

“You doing okay up there, baby doll?” He asked as he inserted one of his fingers at the same time making you gasp.

“Yes.”

“Good, I like that answer. Want me to keep going?”

“Mm hmm.”

“I like that answer too and besides we have to put your new toy to good use. Isn't that right?”

Two fingers.

“Answer me, baby.” Joe told you as soon as his tongue ran along the length of you.

“Yes!”

“How many times do you think I can get you to cum on your birthday? We're already up to three and this is about to be four.”

“Five.”

“No, I think you can do better than that. I think because my jersey number is nine, that I should make you cum at least nine times before you go to sleep. You up for that? We’re almost halfway there.”

“Joey!?!? NINE?!” You squeaked out in disbelief as his fingers were still working down below.

“Don’t act like I haven't gotten you close before. Let's set a new record.”

“I'm not going to be able to walk…”

“Baby, you aren't leaving this bed until three days from now, what do you need to walk for? Keep in mind you begged me for this. I want to keep making you feel good. You ready? You had a long enough breather.”

“I'm surprised you're not making it 19.” You mumbled, but Joe heard you and raised his eyebrows.

“Good idea, sweet girl. By Monday it'll be 19.”

“I didn't mean…”

“Too late. Look at how wet you are, and all this is for me?” He asked you before reaching over and grabbing the rose from the nightstand to finally use on you. Luckily, you didn't see him and he would probably use it when you least expected it.

“For you and no one else.”

“If it's for me and no one else, I'm going to need for you to spread your legs wider, princess. I know you can.”

Your legs slowly moved away from each other and when Joe was finally satisfied about the distance between them, he dove right in.

Unlike earlier when he woke you up, he was taking his slow sweet time all while listening to the moans and whimpers that were escaping letting him know how good he was making you feel.

Your eyes were closed, but suddenly shot open when you felt a vibrating sensation on your clit that made you jump.

That must be the rose toy.

“Stay still and you better not cum until I tell you to.”

“But…”

“Good girls follow directions and don't disobey their boyfriends, right?”

All you gave Joe in return was you letting out a sigh as you felt the rose increase in speed and he went back to eating you out.

You knew for a fact between the both of them that you weren't going to last as long as he wanted you to and you almost felt as if you were about to cum in less than thirty seconds.

Now you saw what everyone was talking about.

It was taking literally all your strength in order for you to hold it.

Another minute or so passed and there was absolutely no way you could take it anymore.

“Let me cum. Baby, please let me cum.” You desperately pleaded while he gave you a small smirk.

“I don't know if I should let you, seeing as you ran away from me earlier. Remember that? And remember that little picture you sent me and I told you would be punished for doing that too?”

“JOSEPH!!!”

“Damn, full first name basis?” He asked as he turned it onto the fastest speed at which it could go.

It was inevitable at that point, there was no more holding back as you promptly squirted on Joe's face, but he kept the rose on you while continuing to eat you out.

“Fuckkk! Babe!!!”

“That was number four, give me another one because I am not moving until you do.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, he got drenched for a second time and thinking that he was going to move away to give you another break, he stayed put and quickly heard your protests.

“I swear I can't….”

“You can, one more and I promise to move.”

“Bullshit. I'll believe it when I see it.” You barely managed to get out before it almost looked like you started convulsing with how hard the orgasm had hit you.

At that point, no words even came out as Joe moved his fingers, but held the rose steady so that you could ride out your high.

All he did was hover above you as he took one nipple in his mouth and twirled his tongue around your piercing.

He let you lay there for a few minutes as you tried to catch your breath and planted kisses all along your face and chest.

“Like I said earlier, you're so beautiful when you cum, baby. I love watching you every time.”

“You get on my fucking nerves, Burrow.” You managed to say in response, but all he did was laugh.

“Now, now. Is that any way to talk to me after I made you cum six times? Keep in mind we have three more to go.”

“You're feeding me and giving me the rest of my gifts first.”

“Not a problem, princess. That can be arranged. I'll order our food so you can get your life together.” Joe replied as he leaned down to kiss you.

It was now Monday morning when your phone repeatedly kept going off in Joe's ear eventually waking him up.

You were knocked out cold on his chest and he quickly grabbed it to make sure that it wasn’t important.

The notifications that popped up were from Erin and Alisha asking if you were okay and if you had survived the weekend in order to be able to tell the tale.

Erin- Bitch, is you alive? 👀

Alisha- We haven't heard from you since Friday and now we are lowkey starting to panic

“Baby…” Joe called out to you and all you did was give him a groan in response.

“Erin and Alisha have been texting you and asking if you're okay.”

“You made me cum 21 fucking times in 3 days. No, I am not okay. You can text them and tell them that while I sleep. Now shut up, Joey.”

Joe let out a small laugh before grabbing your phone again and texting them back.

You- She’s still sleeping. That's what happens when I make her cum 21 times in three days. She should be okay by Wednesday and fully recovered.

Erin- Oh, Joseph YOU ARE VILE FOR THAT (if you have any friends that will do that to me send them my way)

Alisha- Uhh, I guess we'll check in on Wednesday

[kissessio]

I live, laugh, love, breathe, and eat Terusai / Saiteru, and although it's a pretty popular shipped, it's basically hated by 50% of the fandom, ESPECIALLY people who didn't watch past Season 1 bcs Season 2 wasn't dubbed (if you're one of those people, you are MISSING OUT)

So here are some reasons why I ship Terusai and think it's one of the most canon ships we have (DNI if you genuinely despise the ship, do interact if you like it / wanna know why people ship it)

1.) Many people say Teruhashi only likes Saiki bcs he doesn't flock at her like everyone else does, and though that is the main reason he caught her interest, it isn't the main reason why she likes him. At first, it does start off like that. He doesn't pay attention to her, frustrating her as well as piquing her curiosity as she tries to charm him, which causes her to develop feelings for him in the process, which seem quite shallow at the start (Saiteru is a SLOWBURN, trust) but as time goes on and she learns more about Saiki, this false image she has of Saiki which is this shy flustered guy kind of melts away and she sees the "true" him, someone who's more aloof, stoic, and antisocial, and still accepts him and yearns for him (as seen in the mixer episode when says "it'd be more fun if Saiki was here, even if he'd just be in the corner silently the whole time...") Not to mention Saiki was the first to really treat her like a person. Everyone only sees her on the surface level as the pretty and perfect girl, basically hust a mary sue and nothing more. But since Saiki can hear her thoughts, he can see past that, and treats her as he would to anyone else – like she's a normal person, because deep down, she is. Internally, she isn't perfect, and although she gets upset when she isn't treated like she is perfect, it's inevitably what she needs bcs she heavily relies on validation of others too much that it becomes unhealthy (like when she overworked herself trying to memorise everything about everyone until she fainted and Saiki caught her) so since Saiki treats her like this, it's no wonder her at first shallow feelings would deepen.

2.) "But Saiki clearly hates her / doesn't like her or romance" The thing abt Saiki K that makes it so good is that Saiki is an unreliable narrator / the things he says won't always be true. And plus, he's a confirmed tsundure, as we saw in the episode w/ his grandpa where he said "You've been a Tsundure much longer than I have". He says he doesn't like his friends and doesn't care for them, and yet he goes out of his way to do things for them (such as protecting Kaidou from the scammer psychic lady, altering the world so Mera didn't have to hide the fact she had part-time jobs, and disguising Nendo so he'd get hired as a waiter) all under the guise that it'd benefit him or just doing it in general with no explanation. Why would it be any different with Teruhashi? He's done many things that suggest he at least cares for her (Protecting her from the newspaper club, knocking her brother out so he wouldn't bother her while she was sick, swapping out the creepy gift her brother got her for a cute one that he picked out for her, getting mad on her behalf after his brother was mean to Teruhashi, etc.)

3. The mixer episode. I mentioned it earlier, but in this episode, Imu tries to set Teruhashi up with a few guys because she was under the guise that Saiki was bad for her. Yet, as I mentioned earlier, Teruhashi yearned for Saiki's presence, even though she knew he would just stand there and most likely not even pay attention to her, she just wanted him there. This causes something to sink in for Saiki apparently, and later, the guys do rock-paper-scissors on who gets to date Teruhashi. Saiki suddenly appears and WINS the game before knocking the guys out and saying "I can't let any of you have her." Need I say more?

4.) The episode when Teruhashi fainted. In this episode, Teruhashi, as I mentioned earlier, was overworking herself to memorise everything about all her admirers because she didn't want them to think she didn't care about them. Inevitably, she overworks herself, and faints in front of the crowd of guys. Saiki catches her. He gets mad on her behalf, saying how she paid so much attention to them but they didn't even notice how tired she was before carrying her to the infirmary. Once she wakes up and finds out Saiki carried her there, she tries to find them, brushing off her admirers' next few questions and saying she forgot as she went to thank him. This means A LOT because for someone who hates attention (the main reason he even disliked teruhashi at first was because she draws a lot of attention) yet he went into the crowd and caught her, carrying her in front of all her admirers, drawing basically hundreds of peoples attention despite all his efforts to blend in throughout the entire anime. And Teruhashi, after spending so much time memorising everything about everyone for their praise and validation, just says she forgot so she could go say thank you to Saiki. Again, need I say more?

5.) Saiki's offu. In one of the season 2 episodes, Teruhashi tries to be more like Aiura, changing her style to be more gyaru-like, but later reverts back to her old self and her inner monologue says "i guess saiki wants a girl who's more true to herself... I'm true to myself!" Or something along those lines, and suddenly, she hears an "offu" turning her head and all the audience sees is saiki covering his mouth. He spent SO MANY EPISODES avoiding saying offu, even telling toritsuka during the island field trip episodes that he'll do anything to avoid saying offu, only to finally say it in season 2? And unlike everyone else who says offu over her looks or little kind gestures, he says offu because of her genuine thoughts? AGAIN, need I say more?

6.) All of the matching official art they have :

(I'll make a second post including all the other ones !!!)

7.) Saiki K family tree pattern. Everyone in the Saiki family has the initial S. K. Saiki Kusuo, Saiki Kurumi, Saiki Kuniharu, Saiki Kusuke, and if Saiki were to marry Teruhashi, her initials would be S. K. (Saiki Kokomi). Same thing with birthdays. Kurumi and Kuniharu are both born on the same month, which is the same thing with Kusuo and Kokomi, both their birthdays being on August (16 and 6)

8.) Saiki overall not being able to stop Teruhashi from getting what she wants. Unlike with Aiura, where his powers overpower hers and he's able to change the outcome of her predictions (as seen in the episode where he goes to her place of work and makes all her predictions incorrect), he stands no chance to Teruhashi's extreme luck. Despite trying to interfere with his powers, they still ended up in the same group for the field trip. Despite bringing Yuuta, the end of their amusement park date was still positive on her end. Despite trying to seem unlikable, even at the end of their cafe-mall date, her feelings didn't go away. When she wants something, she'll get it, and she clearly wants Saiki.

9.) The alternate universe episode. In that episode, we got to see one of the universes in which Saiki was still... well, Saiki, yet a tinsy bit more open with his friends. In this universe, he's actually dating Teruhashi. That means that as he gradually grows more open to everyone, he gets romantically closer with Teruhashi? Maybe,

10.) They parallel each other. So. Much. People who don't like Teruhashi often say it's because she's arrogant, but so is Saiki. Since he's psychic, he views himself to be the most evolved of the human species, and kind of has a god complex. But you can't blame him, because he practically is. He has almost every super power and can bend the universe to his will. So technically, he isn't arrogant, just self aware. And so is Teruhashi. She is canonically beautiful, even Saiki said so himself, and with how so many guys love her, of course she'd know she's pretty. Much like Saiki, not arrogant, just self-aware. And they both don't use these things for anything morally bad, they just use it to their advantage because they can. They also both have creepy brothers, but uh... that's just both of them being cursed by something.

11.) They've clearly impacted each other as they got more character development deeper into the show with the help of their friends – Teurhashi shows character development early on, rejecting Saiko and the shallow life she always dreamed of because he had insulted Saiki and the friend group. Meanwhile, Teruhashi's troublesomeness, along with the whole friend group being a nuisances helped Saiki realise he doesn't actually mind troublesome things, something MANY FANS COMPLETELY WALK OVER and continue to characterise him as guy who actually doesn't gaf.

I hate when people depict Teruhashi as this super bratty mean girl and Saiki as someone who GENUINELY hates everyone !!

And also, ship what you want, just don't bash other ships !!

[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

Slave Contract

Smut and Angst (Slave contract, idol turned sex toy, accepting fate )

Chapter 18

3890 Words 

(Miyeon becomes the CEO’s newest assistant and gets trained in her new role. Four idols learn about the consequences of signing contracts without knowing what’s in them. Future sex toys?)

It’s been a few weeks of hard work with setting up the survival show. Luckily, my new assistant, Miyeon, has been a great stress reliever.

After that first night, she was sore for a few days, but you kept her busy in other ways. At first, she was hesitant, asking me if this was really something she had to do. You asked if she read over the contract and said she slightly did but mainly browsed through it when signing. 

“You should have a copy; look it over and ensure you know about your duties.” 

It took her a few hours to go through everything, and with your explanation, she realized her actual fate, “So I belong to you then?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“I read you can even breed me if you wanted to.” 

“I could, but we can put that on hold if you like. You only need to help me out with some things.” 

“Like what?”

“I also want to make your former group members into my toys.”

Miyeon’s eyes widened from your statement. She was just with them not too long ago, and now she’s being asked to betray them so you can use them for pleasure?

“What you need to do is tell me some things about them. If they sign a contract like yours, I’ll take some years off it.”

Miyeon hesitates and thinks for a while, knowing she can’t return if she does this. 

“So what’s it going to be?”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

———

“Jieun set up a meeting with the four girls. I want to meet all of them.”

“Of course, I’ll tell them to come later today.”

All the information Miyeon shared about her former members helped you set the perfect conditions for today’s meeting. You’ve always had a dream to claim a whole group for yourself. You know that you’ll have a set of four toys to play with at the end of the day.

It’s your last meeting of the day. Jieun is talking to Jennie and her group mates about the meeting and its possible lasting effects.

Jieun looks at her device and sees your message about letting them in.

“The CEO is ready for you.” She opens the door, and they walk in. 

“Oppa, you’re here to see the CEO?” says Lisa.

“No.”

Rose then speaks up, “He’s the CEO.”

“No, he’s Oppa; he helped us with moving in. A CEO wouldn’t do that,” said Lisa.

Lisa looks at you with an innocent face, waiting for your reply. “Rose is right; I’m the CEO of the company.”

“But we hung out together,” whined Lisa.

“Lisa, he might have his reasons,” replies Jennie

“Jennie is right; I do have my reasons. I aim to scout for talent and potential and put them into a group. I want to create an international girl group. As CEO, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do that, but as a staff member, I’m about to see someone’s true personality. I want to debut you four as a girl group really soon.”

The four of them look at each other in excitement. Hearing about being a worldwide star seemed out of reach, but it is now possible. “Would you four be interested in the girl group I plan to create?” 

Lisa is the first to say yes, “Of course, oppa! I want to perform all over the world!”

Rose imagines herself on stage, singing music she composed to millions of fans worldwide, “I…I would love to as well.” 

Jisoo replied, “I, too, want to be in a group with them.” 

The three look at Jennie, who looks at you and replies, “Of course, I want to stay with my members forever!”

You then reply, “Great. I’ll make you four into worldwide superstars!” 

They giggle amongst and hold each other’s hands at the exciting news.“I plan on creating my personal label, and I’m interested in you four joining as the first group.” 

Jennie asks, “What’s the difference between it and the company?” 

“Priority and privileges.” 

Jisoo, confused, asks, “What do you mean by that?” 

“I’ll be personally working with you and providing you with all the best things. That includes clothes, jewelry, and deals with brands and magazines. I also plan to have a separate building for music recording, training, etc. You all will have access to the best, no compromises.”

The girls can't help but smile at the idea of having access to the best. Rosé's dream of being a musician is closer than ever; she must make this happen. “I want to do it.” 

“I assumed this was the case, so I prepared a contract for each of you as a group contract. I’ll talk to each of you individually since this will be an important decision.”

Jieun escorts all the members to individual rooms, so you can gather your thoughts before the meeting. After you’re ready, you call for the oldest, Jisoo. 

“Come have a seat, Jisoo.” 

Jisoo sits, looking nervous with the two of you alone.

“We went a bit over the group contract earlier, but I want to review your individual one this time. Is there anything you’d like to add?” 

Jisoo is already thankful for the opportunity to receive all the support from the company. She doesn’t want to overstep and get greedy, “No, I think I’m okay as it stands.”

”Are you sure? I remember reading in your profile that you wanted to be an actress. Am I right?”

Jisoo shyly tilts her head forward and replies, “Yes, I wrote that down when I joined as a trainee.”

”Are you still interested, or have you given up on that dream?”

There is a slight hesitation, “I want to sing and perform with my teammates, but I still want to be an actress.” 

There it is, the hook. “I can make it possible if you’re still interested.” Jisoo’s ears perk as she hears your words, “Really? How?”

The two of you talk for a while until you reach an agreement. Jisoo immediately signs the contract without a second thought after promising to support her as much as possible. Your only condition is for her to agree with your choices without a second thought. 

——

The next one you talked to was Jennie; she was much easier to talk to, and you could get straight to the point. She sat before you, “I’m going to be real with you; I want you and your members. Not just as artists but as my toys.” 

Jennie slides the contract to the side, “So this is what this contract is about… I can’t blame you; my members are cute. Is there someone you have in mind?”

“Rosé. She has an amazing voice, and her desperation to become a singer is such a turn-on.”

“She did say she’ll do something to become one, but the only issue is that she’s into girls, not guys.”

“Won't you think that would be better? Rosé tossing her interests to the side, that’s something I would love to see. I want to make her my plaything.”

Jennie bites her lip at the idea of her member being corrupted, “you know she’s a virgin too; well, everyone is except me, of course,” says Jennie while sticking her tongue out.

“You must be proud, huh.” 

It’s true; Jennie is proud of herself. With her by your side, she knows that her chances of being successful are much better with you. “Of course, I love being your toy babe. It’d be even better if you make all of us into your toys; just imagine playing with us whenever you want.”

”You know what a guy wants; you’re so bad.”

”I want to make sure you’re well taken care of.”

The two of you continue to talk; she even provides some ways to make the girls agree. 

———-

After Jennie, the next one was Rosé; she sat in front of you and asked, “Were you serious about introducing us to the international market?”

”Of course, with your talent, I know you all can succeed. I mean, with your voice, it's a guarantee.”

You see the sparkle in Rosé’s eyes; her dream of becoming a singer is closer than ever. “So, where do I sign?”

You pull out the contract, “This right here is your individual contract. It states the expectations from both parties, which is the label and yourself. Read it over, and if you want to add anything, let me know.” 

Like her members before her, she just skims through the contract and asks, “Would it be possible to invite my parents and sister for my debut?”

”Of course, they are more than welcome to visit you. If you want, I can fly them over. I remember you mentioning that your sister is pursuing law, right?”

”Yeah, she’s still in college and looking to intern at a firm in Australia. You know that she’s been so supportive of me becoming an idol that I really want her to see my debut.”

”If that’s the case, then I promise you to make sure your whole family sees you on your special day.” 

“I promise that you won’t be disappointed; I’ll make sure that our group becomes the best group,” as she picks up the pen, singing her contract. 

———

Lisa, the maknae of the group, was the last member you had to meet. It didn’t take much convincing and only asked to be given the creative freedom to make choreographies and a space to dance. 

“You really got us, oppa. Or should I call you CEO-nim?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I’ll call you oppa.” 

“I’d like that.”

She smiles and asks, “Where do I sign?”

———

It’s been a few weeks since the members signed their individual contracts. It didn’t take long for them to see the immediate effect, such as a new apartment with rooms of their own, access to the new building, and other perks.

“Unnie, congrats on your internship!”

“Thanks, it all happened so suddenly. I can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

“When do you fly in?”

“In a few weeks, they even gave me an apartment and are paying for my accommodations.” 

“Really? That’s great. What firm are you working with?”

“That’s the funny part. I’ll be doing my internship through the Samsung group but will be in one of their subdivisions.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I got an email saying that they were looking for great talent and received a recommendation. I recently finished the acceptance process and will be signing the contract. The best part is that if they like me, they might offer me a job and pay for law school. I’m so excited, Rosie!”

Rose is more than happy to hear the good news from her sister. She’s been so supportive of her dream to become a lawyer; now it’s her time to cheer for her. The only thing is that she can’t shake off a feeling that something isn’t right, but she quickly puts it to the side and continues her talk with Alice.

——-

“Hello, mom, how is everything back home?”

“Everything is wonderful, Lisa. We have had some good news recently.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Remember how your father was thinking about expanding and was looking for investors for his restaurant?”

”Yeah, I do. He wanted to open up a new place, but it was expensive if he wanted to do it in the middle of the city.”

”Well, your dad found an investor. They want to invest in not only one restaurant but probably two or more. They want to remodel this one and expand the size. Your dad is so happy.”

”I’m so happy for him. He’s been working so hard these past few years.”

”What about you, sweetheart?”

”Good, I think coming to Korea was a great choice. I can’t tell you much right now, but I’m happy where I am. My group members make me feel at home.” 

————

All the members gather in your office, the four of them excited for the weekend to begin. 

“How are you four doing?”

Jennie responds, “Great, we have had a free day today, so we’ve been resting after a busy schedule.”

”Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting you all during your day off.”

The members nod, “It’s okay; we still have Saturday and Sunday off. You must have called us to say something important,” says Jisoo. 

“Yes, I wanted to ask how you four are adjusting to your new life?”

Rosé responds, “I love the recording and music room. I’ve spent most of my time there.”

”For me, it’s the practice studio; it’s so nice and spacious, I love it,” says Lisa.

”What about you two?”

Jennie responds, ”Jisoo and I like our new apartment. It’s nice to have our own space.”

Jisoo nods, “I agree with Jennie; we like the new apartment. Thank you so much.” The four of them slightly bow, thanking you for their new perks. 

“That’s great. I want to make sure that my future worldstars are given the best. Since you have tasted a bit of what I’m giving you, I think it's time for you to return the favor.”

The members were surprised by your comment and asked, “What do you mean?”

“The favors, remember. It’s in the contract you all signed.” 

Rosé responds, “I don’t remember seeing it.”

Knowing this was bound to happen, you pulled out a copy of their contract. You flip through the numerous pages until you reach the section you want to show them. “This is the part. It clearly states that you all are required to provide me with services on a regular basis in return for the perks you receive.” 

Rosé, shocked, says, “What kind of favors?”

With a straight face, you reply, “sexual favors, of course.” 

Rosé, Jisoo, and Lisa look shocked at your comment; Rosé stands up and tries to leave when Jennie grabs her hand, stopping her. “Don’t.” 

Rosé looks at Jennie in a serious expression and takes a seat. “Why didn’t you say anything before our contract signing?”

“I told you to check multiple times. You’re all adults.” 

Jisoo asks, “Is it possible to remove that part out?” 

“It’s possible, but that would mean you are breaking your contract.”

Rosé then asks, “Is that going to cost a lot?” 

“In simple terms, yes. The cost of a breach in the contract is a lot, plus the cost of room and board, food, training, and other expenses can be in the billions of won.”

They all look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. They don’t want to give their bodies as payment; it seems so wrong, but the cost of paying large amounts of money also seems too much.

“What if we can pay you some other way?�� says Lisa.

“Listen, I’m going to be frank with you all. I want you four, so I’m going to give you an hour to think about it. I’ll step out and come back, so expect an answer.” 

You stand from your chair and begin to walk towards the door, “Just remember that this will have a great impact on both your personal and professional life,” you say before exiting.

The four of them finally get a sign of relief with you gone. They stay silent, taking in what just happened a few moments ago. 

Jennie breaks the silence, “What do you all plan on doing?” 

No one answers; instead, Jisoo stands up and looks around your desk for anything that can help them. She moves the mouse off your computer, causing it to turn on. She sees a folder with the initials of each member, “Girls, come here.” The members stand up and circle around the computer. Jennie grabs the mouse and clicks on the folder with her name to see basic information and a copy of your contract. “Nothing helpful.” 

Suddenly, something catches Rosé's attention when she notices a fold named “Alice.” She grabs the mouse from Jennie and clicks on it. There are multiple files, but a video recording gets her attention. She clicks on the recording, and the face of her video pops out. “Hello, my name is Alice Park. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to intern at your company. You’re the biggest employer in Korea, and interning at your company is a dream come true. Pursuing law has been a passion of mine since I was young, so I will do my best to meet your expectations. Thank you so much, and hope to see you real soon.”

Rosé can’t believe it, Alice’s employer is you? Many things run through her mind to the point it’s hurting. “Did he plan everything out? What should I do? Should I tell Alice?”

Jennie and Jisoo notice Rosè’s sister in the video and try to ask her what’s going on. Instead, Rosè stays silent, gathering her thoughts and what she should do. “Rosè, what’s going on?”

Lisa continued searching when she found a file named “Restaurant Investments.” She clicks on it and sees her dad’s picture and other documents that mention investing in his business. “What’s going on?” She sees a brief interview that mentions his reason for doing what he does. He responds that he loves the expression his family makes when they taste his food, especially his daughter. However, since she was young, she would love his food which is one of the reasons he wants to do his best. “My daughter is trying her best to make her dreams come true, as an old man I should also do something that my daughter should be proud of.”

Lisa doesn’t have to think twice, she knows what she has to do. “I’m going to make sure his dreams come true no matter what.”

An hour passes by, the four of them are sitting in the chairs as you enter the room on the dot. Rosè and Lisa look at you with an intense expression while Jisoo holds both their hands. Jennie, who is sitting in the back looks at you with a slight grin but quickly hides it when you sit on your chair. 

“I gave you four an hour. What are your answers?”

There is a slight hesitation as the four look at each other, thinking on what to say. Suddenly, Lisa raises her hand and says, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

The rest of her members' eyes widened as the maknae of the group was the first to respond. You can’t stop yourself from smiling, “Good choice.”

You look at the other three and say, “Lisa seems to have more conviction than anyone else in the group.” You look in Jisoo’s direction, “Jisoo, I assumed you would be the first to say something, but I guess Lisa, the youngest out of your four, has more guts.” 

Jisoo clenches her fist, but she’s scared. There is no way she couldn’t be. “What about you Jennie?”

She lifts her head, “So you’ll keep your promise and make me known worldwide?”

”Yes, there wouldn’t be anywhere in the world that won’t know your name.”

’Okay, I’ll do it too. I’ll do whatever you want, even be your personal toy.”

Jisoo lifts her head, “Jennie…” Her younger members are much braver than her. She tells herself that she needs to be the one to protect them, but instead they’re taking the reins of their future. She makes up her mind, “I…I’ll do it too.”

”Great. Three out of four.” You look at Rosé who’s head is still down, debating about making the right choice. Her answer will determine not only her future but her sister’s as well. “Alright. If I do this, you promise not to do anything to Alice, right?”

”Yes, I promise.”

”Okay, I’ll do whatever you want; just keep your promise.” 

You smile, knowing that the four women in front of you have decided to submit to you. “I’ll make sure to try you four with a lot of care.” You stand up and check out their body as they stand. “I want to make sure that you're all serious about your choice. Undress yourself right here, I want to see what I’m going to be working with,”

Their eyes widened from your request; they didn’t think it was going to happen so soon. “Okay.” Jennie is the first one to undress by first removing her blouse, bra, pants, and underwear. 

“Good girl.”

”Thanks,” Jennie smiles from your compliment. 

The other two members follow, undressing themselves until they’re completely nude. Rosé is the last one to undress, she struggles to take her panties off with one arm covering her breast. 

“Take your arm off, I want to get a good look at you.” She slowly moves her arm and puts it to the side. “There, better?”

“Feisty one. If you don’t want to do this you can just leave.” Rosé pinches her arm, stopping herself from leaving. She wants to get out of there but knows she can’t. “No, I’ll behave.”

Satisfied with her answer, you continue to walk around them, inspecting their flawless body. Each one of them have small but perky tits, a flat stomach with a cute little ass. Lisa yelps when you touch her ass, while Jennie smiles. 

“Since you all have the weekend together, how about we have some fun.” The girls don’t have to guess what you’re trying to say, they know what type of “fun” you’re talking about. “Any volunteers?”

There’s a silence, no one moving or reacting in any way. “No volunteers? I guess I'll choose the one I want to have first.” You go around, tracing your finger against their back. You feel them tremble, not wanting to be the first to get chosen. 

“I really want to have all of you at once, but I want to give you some one-on-one attention. You’re all too good, I can't make up my mind.” 

You stare and them, looking up and down as you decide on who to fuck first. You see one of them grabbing onto their arm, looking nervous. You think to yourself it's always best to pick the one who has the most to lose and make them yours.

“Rosé, I want you tonight.” 

You exit the room, leaving her standing alone in shock. She trembles, realizing that she’s going to give her body to a man. She’s never once thought about having relationships with a male, not even in the slightest. 

———

Jieun walks into the room, “Rosé, dear. Why the sad expression?  You should be happy that he chose you.” 

There’s no response from Rosé, and instead frozen in thought. 

“Anyways, I’m here because I’m going to take all you with me to choose an outfit for when he asks for you. Just remember that the more effort you put in the better the outcome,” says Jieun in a serious voice.

As they enter the room they see multiple racks of lingerie. Rosé’s eyes go wide as she figures out what she is going to wear. 

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch.7 to lose someone you love

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 7/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 8.5k

a/n. sighhh i'm rly sorry for the wait. and thank you sooo much to the love for the last chapter omg :') this chapter is gojo pov and it's a bit different than the rest, but i still hope you enjoy and that it was worth the wait. if there are typos, they're not typos they're actually 100% intentional and you are the silly one

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When Gojo was just four years old, he called for the paramedics for the very first time. 

He had wandered around the house, wide and innocent blue eyes searching the room for the landline in the dim light of the evening, his lip quivering in a pout. His small arm reached up to pet around at the top of his parents’ dresser before his fingers wrapped around the phone. He couldn’t remember what the number was at first, the one his mother always told him to call in case of an emergency, but he remembered he scribbled it down somewhere with red crayon in one of his coloring books. By the time Gojo first realized he needed to call for help, located the landline, looked through all of his little portraits of dinosaurs and spaceships sprawled across the carpet of his room, found those three numbers, and then finally dialed them, his father had already been seizing and shaking on the bathroom floor for longer than twenty-four minutes.  

He was just a child. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know any better.

Gojo spent the remainder of that night hugging his mom in the hospital’s emergency room, his tears soaking through her shirt as she gently rocked him back and forth in her lap while whispering soothing words in his ear. His father lay motionless on the hospital bed before them, eyes shut, and Gojo will never forget the haunting sounds of the machinery that was keeping his father alive. It was a sudden onset seizure, likely stemming from the traumatic brain injury his father had suffered a few years ago, and the prolonged convulsions he experienced on the bathroom floor that night had resulted in severe brain damage. Gojo could still hear the echo of his mother’s silent cry when the doctors informed them that it’s unlikely his father would ever fully recover from this.

No reasonable adult would ever look a four-year-old in the eyes and say if you had called for help sooner or knew what to do, maybe your father would’ve still had the chance to live a long life. Yet, even at his young age, Gojo was aware of the energy in the room, and that explanation was the only truth his mind could grasp onto to make sense of what he had just witnessed.

After two weeks of clinging to life, his father miraculously woke up from his coma and persevered for the sake of his wife and son. Shortly after the incident, he began to have recurring seizures but fought through them each time. Without fail, he made Gojo breakfast in the mornings, even if it meant having to clean up the spilt orange juice on the counter every now and then because of how his hands could not stop trembling. He always walked Gojo to the bus stop, waving him goodbye, despite how troublesome and embarrassing he found it to use his cane. The love he had for his son was so palpable that it eclipsed the bitterness over how his life had ended up because of the blessing it had brought him.

In his prime, Gojo’s father was a renowned soccer player, so incredibly talented at the sport that he left a lasting mark on the way teams strategized, his presence on the field commanding respect, and he was one of the greatest talents the entire college division had ever seen.

He met Gojo’s mother at one of his freshman year games, a pretty lady in the stands that caught his eye from the sight of her laughter among her friends, her radiance drawing him to her from the field, and that’s how their love began. Exactly one year following that day, he stole one of his grandmother’s thrifted rings from her jewelry collection and that was what he used to propose. Gojo’s mother had accepted it with so many tears and so much snot running down her face, and he had never found her more beautiful. They married young and sweet, like most people back then.

During the thrilling semifinal match between Keio Uni, Gojo’s father’s team, and Yokohama Uni during the end of his senior year, spectators witnessed a game that most college soccer enthusiasts would deem was a once-in-a-lifetime watch. Both teams engaged in relentless offense, and Gojo’s father was on his way to shatter the record of the most goals scored in a single championship match within the history of the league, but when he received a call from his wife during a timeout with the most life-altering news he could have ever heard, he abandoned everything on the field that day to go home and be with her. Grainy footage from the televised broadcast still exists online today—the moment he sprinted across the field, confused players glancing in his direction, amidst the uproar of the crowd. She called to let him know she was pregnant. 

No one knew that would be the last game of soccer he would ever play.  

It was a freak accident, a distracted driver behind the wheel of a gray Chevy on a dark and rainy night, veered straight towards Gojo’s parents car to avoid a branch on the road. In a moment that could only be described as his instinct to protect, he quickly swerved his vehicle, taking the brunt of the impact on his side. His family surrounded him at his hospital bedside as they grappled with the news that he would be unable to play the sport ever again due to his traumatic brain injury that would lead to lifelong motor function loss. According to the doctors and police, had he not swerved to shield his wife and unborn child, the outcome would have been far more disastrous. After months of rehabilitation, he regained enough ability to walk and just enough function in his extremities to welcome his newborn son in his arms.

When Gojo was just six years old, two years after witnessing his father’s first seizure, he stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten soccer ball tucked away in the corner of the garage. When he eagerly presented it to his father, excitement gleaming in his eyes, he was only met with a scowl and the demand to discard it, to never bring such things like that to him ever again. His mother protested, ensuing in an argument, and as Gojo lowered his gaze to the ball in his hands, he noticed his father’s faded signature adorned with a heart and message of love for his mother. The ink, once vibrant, now faded with time.

It wasn’t until Gojo turned seven that his father finally relented to teach him more about the sport, knowing it was all his son wanted for his birthday. With determination in his heart, Gojo pleaded for his father’s guidance, eager to kick around a nearly deflated, weathered ball. His father watched his son, expression morphing from reserved and stoic, softening to surprise, then hopeful, and he found himself cheering on his son’s clumsy endeavors on the field despite how many times he tumbled and fell. Because that was his son, his pride and joy, reminiscent of him embracing the sport that he himself had cherished so many years ago. 

As Gojo grew older and excelled at the sport, securing victory after victory in every youth league, his father’s health steadily declined. The recurring seizures caused by the brain damage from his prolonged convulsions on that fateful night exacerbated over the years and started to take an increasing toll on his body. Yet still, he never missed even a single one of his son’s games. Whenever Gojo swiftly sent the ball flying through the net, the first person his eyes would search for on the field was his father, the joy in his eyes being all he cared about in the world. Gojo lived to make his father proud, because it was the only thing that made him feel like he could make up for what little he had done to protect his father that night.

You were just a child. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know any better.

The day following Gojo’s eleventh birthday, his father had his second major seizure, falling into another coma, but this time he never woke up. Two years later, his mother made the tough decision to end his life-support, and then he was gone from their lives. Gojo’s mother was inconsolable, and he knew that his father took a piece of her soul with him to heaven that night. The piece that allowed her to smile. 

one day, you’ll lose someone you love. and everything following will fail to have meaning. 

But why was he remembering all of that now? 

The shrill of Gojo’s alarm clock woke him up from the intrusive memories that were washing through the fore-front of his mind, and he grumbled to himself before whacking at his nightstand haphazardly to shut the thing off. He ran a hand across his face in an attempt to wipe the sleepiness away, features instantly settling into an annoyed scowl as he blinked his eyes open and the filtering sunlight through the windows harassed his vision. 

He laid there for a few seconds, mending to the pounding headache at his temples with his fingers rubbing circles, and then he finally sat up in bed. Blinking at his sheets, the images of last night start to flash through his mind. The heavy music, the dim lighting of the bathroom, the dizzying jealousy, and the taste of you on his tongue–

The memory is supposed to arouse him, and would on any normal day, but because you had left him standing there stunned with no release of his own at all, he instead just feels a pulsing, soul-deep throbbing pain at his crotch that could really only be due to the fact he was left high and dry by you last night. He groans at the sensation, palm pushing down on his lower abdomen to try and relax the torture, which barely helped. It’s either he jerks off or takes a cold shower, and given the former was likely not possible for him right now since his god-forsaken brain decided to push the traumatizing experiences of his childhood to the forefront of his headspace first thing in the morning, meaning it’s unlikely he’ll be able to settle into the memory of you bent over that bathroom counter for him, he decides on the cold shower. And it’s safe to say that today already fucking sucked.

The moment the chill water hits the skin of his body, he recollects the look you had on your face right before you walked out on him. Soft, searching, to him almost seraphic, but you also looked wounded. And something from your anger with him since before he even had you in that bathroom, to the agonizing moment you left him in there by himself, told him he’d messed up big time with you somewhere along the lines. 

He knew he had been a jerk last night. He didn’t really have much of a right to be seethingly possessive of you, but the sight of you kissing another guy had him seeing red and his knuckles turning white. He finds himself clenching his jaw at the unwelcome memory even now. He figured he probably ruined what would’ve otherwise been an enjoyable night for you, and so you decided to get revenge by walking out on him. However, he can’t shake the feeling that things are messy and complicated now, primarily because of him, and he felt like he needed to apologize for dragging you into his weird, confusing emotions.

He gets himself dry and dressed, grateful for the barely sufficient relief he had down south, and sighs as he grabs his phone and taps on your name, thinking about what to say to you, and just settles on typing out Hey, can we talk? and then presses send. He turns the ringer of his phone off, tosses the device onto his bed and then heads out the door. 

Geto was sitting on the couch in the loft, rubbing an ice cube across his forehead as he sprawled on the cushions and let out low and consistent groans to himself. Gojo flopped down on the armchair across from him and assumed a similar position, rubbing at his temples to nurse his own headache. Geto opens an eye to look at him.

“Morning,” he grumbles. 

“I take it I’m not the only one that feels like they’ve been hit by a truck?” Gojo asks.

Geto makes a disgruntled noise and throws his head back on the cushion. “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. God knows how much I had last night.” He reaches over to the console table in the center for the bottle of Ibuprofen and tosses it to Gojo, who catches it and stares down at the label. “I didn’t really see you drink that much though. Don’t know why you’re hungover.”

Gojo sighs. He wasn’t hungover. His headache was from the fact that had a lot on his mind. Like the feeling of your skin last night. And then the pain of being blue-balled. And also for some reason his father’s death. Very exhausting to juggle those thoughts at once. 

Gojo twists the cap off the bottle of Ibuprofen and pops two pills, drowning them in his mouth with Geto’s glass of water, then runs a frustrated hand through his hair. The man across from him raises an eyebrow.

“You good?” he asks.

“Super peachy,” Gojo replies.

He sighs. “Well, whatever it is, just make sure it doesn’t affect your play today,” Geto warns him, sinking further down into the couch. Gojo lets out an exhale through his nose. Geto usually pushed further for answers whenever he was in a mood, so the fact that he didn’t this time meant that hangover was bad.

“I’m more worried about you. You think you’ll be fine in a few hours?” Gojo asks. Geto just waves his hand in the air in response as he grabs the hand towel on his chest and drags it up over his face, shielding himself from the light of the room.

“I have no choice but to be fine. We have to win this game,” is all he says through muffling cloth.

Gojo nods, resting his elbows on his knees and looking down at the carpet. It was finally the game of the 28th, arguably the second-most important game of the season. If they take home the win, they’re automatically seeded into top sixteen teams, which means they’ll only have to win four more matches after today to take home the championship. But if they lose, they’re seeded to the bottom, and then four turns into a daunting eight. In the history of the league, not a single team has ever lost their pre-seed game and still continued to win the playoff championship. So Geto was right, they have no choice but to win today. Otherwise, they could kiss goodbye to a 12-year UTokyo championship streak.

“Not going for your run?” Geto asks, interrupting his thoughts.

“Nah, not feeling up for it,” Gojo replies.

He clicks his tongue. “Never skip the pre-game ritual, man.”

Gojo groans, knowing that he’s right, and so he reluctantly gets up off the chair and heads back into his room. His phone lay there on the bed, facing down, and he felt so tragically taunted by it that he weighed the options of whether or not he should check if you replied back before his run or after his run. And then he’s wondering why you affect him this much in the first place.

He resolves to check after his run, and only gets one arm through his shirt before his hands betray him and he snatches his phone, eagerly tapping the screen to turn it on. 

He sees your name at the top, where you had just replied barely a minute ago. Sure, we can talk. He blinks at his phone when he sees the polite period at the end of your message, and the proper capitalization, not to mention a vocative comma? He was starting to feel really nervous.

He didn’t care that you had only replied a minute ago, he quickly typed out his response and sent it.

|| 10:35am Gojo: Do you know how to get onto the stadium field today?

He sees you typing, and he’s holding his breath.

|| 10:36am you: yes, I do. I’m going in w the newsletter journalists. Was this what you wanted to talk about?

What did he want to talk to you about exactly? Something like I’m sorry about being an ass last night, totally not cool for me to be that territorial over you, although I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again because seeing you kiss someone other than me kind of made me want to die. Also, I’m sorry for acting like you’re just someone I know, I don’t know why I did it. I guess it’s because I didn’t know if you thought of me as any more than just someone you know either, and that thought was frightening. Did I mention I hated seeing you kiss someone that wasn’t me?

He’s never really been good with words. Or feelings. 

10:37am Gojo: No, it’s not, it’s something else. I’ll come find you on the field before the game starts

He stands there, gaze fixed on his phone screen for the minute-long pause you took to respond, that for him felt like tortured eons, just for you to send-

10:39am you: k

Gojo finishes getting dressed for his run, anxiety brewing in his stomach drearily, and when he heads out the door of the house, the fresh morning air doesn’t help calm him down like it usually does. Of course, as he’s running, his thoughts wander to you. He’s thinking about the smell of your hair–or was it the perfume on your skin?–either way, it was intoxicating. The curve of your neck, that spot that made you whimper– fuck. Think of other things. Like the sound of your voice, soft and sometimes needy, but he enjoys it that way–makes his head spin. Or when you’re being sweet and thanking him for something you shouldn’t, because to him everything about you was a privilege and never a task. Even in the hot spring sun of the late morning, he finds himself missing the warmth from your body, and that look. That goddamn look in your eyes when you’re peering into his like you want him to–

“I’m sure he’s really proud of you.”

His legs stop him on their own, like they know something about the feelings in his chest that he doesn’t, and he’s standing still on the sidewalk of the neighborhood now. Short puffs of air escape his lips from his blood pumping fast through his body, and he could physically hear the sound of you in his head. Intimate enough to where he turns to the side slightly facing his surroundings, like there was no way it was just a memory and you weren’t actually near. He finds himself swallowing hard and having to consciously keep moving forward.

Gojo makes it back to the house, freshens up for the second time today, and gets dressed into his UTokyo soccer uniform with his signature #10 jersey. He leaves with Geto to campus, where all his teammates gather before eventually boarding the bus to the UTokyo stadium field ten minutes away. Coach Yaga yells their ears off in the locker rooms in an attempt to get their plays for today through their brains, and the exhilarating noises from the stands as they make their formal entrance through to the field fills Gojo’s senses, along with the obnoxiously loud music playing as pre-game rituals settle in. Gojo sets his bag down on the bench and joins the others in warm-ups for about fifteen minutes, before catching a chance to sneak away and look for you across the expansive pristine grass.

After lightly jogging around the perimeter of the field for a couple of minutes, he finally spots you, his raised eyebrows now flattening under the fringe of his hair as he relaxes. He didn’t realize he was tensing his shoulders until now. You were just beyond the sidelines near a hydration station, fidgeting with something in your camera case, lips pressed together in a frustrated expression, and he saw your body sulk with the sigh you let out as you must’ve realized you had forgotten something. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards into a slight smile, an unconscious reaction to seeing you look so damn cute from your troubled face decorated with a pout. And then he remembered he had been looking for you, and he had found you, and the only thing to do next was to be near you. 

He ambles up to you, and you only catch sight of him when he’s just a few feet away and finally standing in front of you. He sees your eyes widen slightly, lashes blinking once, twice, and then there’s a blush of color to your cheeks as you fidget with the stadium access badge hung around your neck. He noticed there were grass stains on your jeans over your knees when he looked down.

“Hey,” Gojo greets you over the loud music playing on the field.

“Hi,” he sees you say, and he realizes he can barely hear you.

“Let’s go over there,” Gojo yells, jerking his head over to the side.

He leads you over to an area tucked near the east side entrance, a corner slightly underneath one of the sectioned stands where the loud cheers of the stadium somehow reflected off less. It was about as private or silent of a place that the two of you could manage to have a conversation on a soccer field before a match, if you could just ignore the dressed up school mascots rehearsing their walk-ins and walk-outs through the entryway.

You take a few steps backwards until your back hits the concrete slab wall, and he’s in front of you as he watches you study him for a second, taking in the sight of his uniform, before your eyes finally meet his.

“Are you ready to take your photos today?” he asks you, poorly attempting to make small talk despite the images of you with him in that bathroom last night flashing through his memory. Now was seriously not the time to be turned on.

You nod, and respond “I am”, giving him absolutely nothing to work with.

He sighs. “Listen, about last night, I just wanted to apologize. For dragging you into that bathroom with me, although you did ask me to-” He sees you narrow your eyes and cross your arms across your chest. “Sorry,” he sighs, “Seriously, I just…I don’t know what got over me then.”

“You don’t know? Or you just don’t want to tell me?” you prod at him. He briefly considers pretending he doesn’t hear your question over the sound of the stadium, but he knows he wouldn't get away with that, not with the way you’re looking at him like he’s just one more fuck-up away from making you storm off.

He looks at your lips. “I guess the only thing I know is that I didn’t like seeing you kiss someone else.”

You shake your head and close your eyes. “I know you didn’t, Satoru. Otherwise last night wouldn’t have happened. What I’m asking is why.”

He’s struggling now, searching his head for answers, like he’s fighting for his life on a test that he didn’t study for. When he looks down, he notices your foot has been tapping impatiently. And when he looks back up, there’s that wounded expression from last night again. “I don’t know,” is all he can offer.

You uncross your arms from your chest, lips parting slightly as your eyebrows pinch upwards with a disheartened look. He sees your gaze shift slowly across the features of his face, searching, and he wonders if you can see something within him that he can’t. The thought terrifies him. “Fine. It’s my turn to speak.”

He nods slowly. He wasn’t sure what you wanted to say to him. He imagined you would just cuss him out with a few choice words for being a raging asshole last night and then you’d be on your merry way. But he senses sincerity in your voice. Not that he was phenomenal at reading people, though.

He watches as you clench and unclench your fists at your sides nervously, then twiddle with the strap of your camera, then tuck your hair behind your ears, then blink rapidly as you look up at him, then worry your bottom lip between your teeth, then open your mouth to speak just to close it again.

“Do you need me here for any of this?” he says in an attempt at a joke to ease you, but when all you give him is a glare, he’s fearful enough to be serious again.

“I like you.”

He blinks. “Thanks? I like you, too.”

“No, no. I like you as in I have feelings for you,” you clarify. Gojo’s eyes widen at the confession, and he stands up straighter. 

“Oh,” he finally replies when he realizes he hasn’t said anything yet, “I…I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Holy shit, if that was how you felt, then he really has been a raging asshole this entire time. 

You roll your eyes. “I know. You’re a hopelessly dense, menacingly flirty, sleazy frat dude college athlete,” you sigh, “But I still like you. Unfortunately, tragically, annoyingly, much to my dismay, against my better judgment,”

“Okay, I get it-”

“I think it started that night you stayed with me when I was stranded with my flat,” you confess suddenly, your chest rising a little bit faster, and his expression softened. “I just really appreciated you being there for me.”

His voice is gentle when he speaks next. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I would’ve been there if it happened ten times over,” he pauses, “although I’d seriously question your ability to drive if it happened that many times.”

“And I think it started when you walked me out to the practice field for the first time, and you told me you cared about my dreams,” you say with a slight step forwards to him, unable to acknowledge his words at all, as if there was a script you needed to stick to that was the only thing keeping you from falling apart in front of him. 

He finds himself instinctively leaning towards you, close enough to where he notices you’re wearing a different perfume today. “But that was before the night of your car incident,” he reminds you.

“I know,” you nod, and there’s that look in your eyes that he loves, “and I also think it started that first night we met and you looked sad when I said we weren’t friends.”

Gojo’s eyes widen, his heart skipping a beat in his chest, and he finds himself breathing shallowly as he listens to your words. “y/n…I think you’re working backwards here.”

“I’m trying to say I’ve had feelings for you this whole time,” you say to him, “they were tiny at first, I didn’t really see them, but now they’re too big for me to hold all by myself.”

Gojo nods slowly, and he already knows what you’re going to ask of him next.

“I like you in a way that makes me want more from you,” you admit, eyes steadily on his with resolve, “I don’t want to be just someone you know, or someone only for sex-”

“y/n-” he tries to interrupt you.

“And I certainly won’t be someone that sits around to wait for a guy if he doesn’t want me back,” you say, but there’s an apprehensive look in your eyes when you speak next, “so, I need you to answer to my feelings.”

Gojo blinks at you, his heart beating fast in his chest from your confession, and he feels like with every testing second that he fails to answer you back, you slip further and further away from him.

He knew he had affection for you. He always wanted to be close to you, even when he already was, as if he couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to take care of you, and see that softness in your expression when he knew you felt safe and happy. He couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else, and it took him this damn long to realize as he stood in front of you that he had no interest in being with anyone else either. So then why did his chest feel so tight? And why was he struggling so much to give you an answer?

one day, you’ll lose someone you love. and everything following will fail to have meaning. 

Gojo’s eyes widened as the memories of his life flashed through his mind, a chill running down his spine as they knock the wind from his lungs and he feels that same sense of dread that has been following him like a ghost since that day when he was just four years old, standing in the hallway, wondering why his father was having a nightmare on the bathroom floor when he should’ve known it was something far worse than that.

Gojo blames himself for so much that had gone wrong in his life. And he should know that it’s not his fault, but all of his grief was greedy to breathe and live, desperate to find a reason for why he had to lose someone he loved, and his grief found a home in all of his guilt.

And he was terrified to lose someone close to him again. Even if he decided to see what could become with you, even if he thought for a moment that he was allowed to feel any sort of happiness with you, the thought of falling short and failing frightened him. He was so tired of adding to a long list of regrets in his life. And he knew he wasn’t what you needed— what you deserved.

“I…” he starts, swallowing the lump in his throat, “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you.” He knows he sounds convincing enough from the way the light in your eyes dimmed, anticipation faltering and replaced with a sad expression over your features. He needs to take a shaky breath to continue speaking. “It seems I’ve led you on in a lot of ways, and I apologize for that. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen anymore.”

You’re silent for a long moment, twiddling with your fingers as you look up at him. “I see…” you say, and when he sees your lower lip quiver slightly, he feels sick. His instinct is to reach out for you, pull you closer to him, but he knows that’s not a luxury you would allow for him, and he knew it wasn’t one he deserved either. 

Your voice is trembling when you speak next. “I appreciate you letting me know. And you don’t have to worry about not leading me on anymore, because this will be the last time you see me.”

His entire body runs rigid. 

“Why?” It’s a stupid question, but he asks it anyway.

“So I can get over you.”

All he can do is stand with the feeling of a chill in his bones.

“And I ask that you’ll respect my space while I do,” you add on at the end.

He’s silent for a long moment, then lets out the breath he was holding in. “I will,” he says, the promise leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

There’s a moment where you both just look at each other, as though the two of you were trying to hold onto the moment, but you’re the one to break out of it first, and he’s the one to wish it would’ve lasted a little longer.

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” The words already sounded like goodbye. “I’ll make sure you look nice in your photos,” you say with a small smile, holding your camera up slightly, “and good luck today.” 

He wonders if he’ll regret this moment.

“Thanks.”

He steps aside so that you can walk past him and back out to the field. Gojo takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly, and relaxes his shoulders. Well, that was intense. Definitely not the direction he thought that conversation was going to go in at all, but that’s fine. He handled it fine. Totally fine. Things were going to be totally fine. He just has to play the match now.

The first step he takes back towards the field, he feels his uneasiness return, with the second step the feeling of his heart beating becomes violent in his head, with the third step he swears he can’t feel the tips of his fingers, with the fourth he feels severely nauseous, and with his fifth- was he seriously about to throw up?

He barely makes it back onto the grassy field cutting across the obstacles of people at the sidelines, using all his strength to not double over before he reaches a table and grabs one of the water bottles. He sees a group of men, all dressed in suits and loitering near the team manager’s station, perk their heads up at the sight of him and he’s groaning internally. The last thing he wanted to do right now was talk to any damn recruiters, but he sees one of them bold enough to approach him in his periphery. He sighs, taking one last gulp of water, and tries to stand up straight and look like he wasn’t going insane.

“Hi, I’m Jousuke Tsuda, recruiter for Tokyo Metropolitan’s national league team,” he says and stretches his hand out for Gojo to shake. The man looked aged, with thick creases to his forehead that could only mean he’s witnessed a hell of a lot of life and he has the soul to prove it.

Gojo’s eyes widen at the mention of Tokyo-Met’s team, and he grabs onto the man’s hand in as firm of a handshake he could manage. “Gojo Satoru.”

The man laughs. It’s deep with a slight crackle. “I know your name, son. Every recruiter in the country does. You’ve got a lot of eyes on you right now.”

“I’m flattered.”

The man raises an eyebrow at him. “Surely you feel pressured.”

Gojo only hums to himself.

The man glances at his watch. “I know the match starts in a few, but if I could have a moment of your time. Take a walk with me?”

“Sure.”

The two trail down the line of the field. “I’ll get straight to the point, kid. Tokyo-Met’s really keen on scouting you for the national league following your graduation,” he says.

Gojo feels like he should be excited about that news, actually, he should be ecstatic and groveling at this man’s feet, but instead he just feels empty and hollow inside. 

“Forget the fact that you’ll be playing in the nation’s most revered team,” the man continues, “but compensation is high, too.” He pulls his phone out from his front suit pocket, tapping away at his calculator app, then turns the screen towards Gojo. Holy shit. “I’m talking about a 350 million yen per year contract here. I could advocate for higher based on how well you perform the rest of the season.”

“I…I don’t know what to say,” Gojo responds.

The man is silent for a second then sighs. When the two of them reach a somewhat secluded bench near the corner of the field, he sits down on it and expects Gojo to do the same, to which he complies.

“You know, I’m used to much more enthusiastic reactions from players that hear this kind of news, although they’re usually ecstatic for barely a hundred million a year compared to what I’ve just offered you,” the man says.

“I guess it’s the pressure,” Gojo says to him, “it’s got my emotional response circuit all fried up, y’know?” He was pulling excuses out of his ass. 

A small hmph noise is heard beside him before he sees the man pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his slacks. “I know your father has left big shoes to fill, kid. I can’t imagine the fear of feeling like you’ll fail, or the anxiety of an injury taking you out any time you’re on the field, not wanting history to repeat itself.”

Gojo’s eye twitches and he narrows his eyes at the man seated beside him. “My dad got injured in a car accident, not while playing the sport.”

“I know,” he responds, finally pulling a cigarette out of the pack, holding it between his two fingers as he rests his wrist on his knee. “The story touched the hearts of everyone in Tokyo, and the entire soccer community in general. I remember reading about it in the school newspaper. Back in the day when they still printed those things out.” Gojo’s surprised, and he’s only given a sideways smile before the man continues. “I knew your father, went to the same college as him.”

“I don’t think he ever mentioned you,” Gojo says.

He lets out a hearty laugh. “He despised me. I was a money-hungry finance major that saw a huge opportunity in mediator sports recruitment agencies. Figured if I could sign a player like your father to my start-up, I’d be set for life. He was a smart man not to sign, regardless of how things turned out.” He shakes his head musingly. “I gave up after that and got a real job. You’ll find a lot of your hopes and dreams die in college.”

“I see,” Gojo says.

The man leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and looks over with a serious expression on his face. “Tell me, son, what does this sport mean to you? Why have you dedicated your entire life to playing it?”

Gojo only gives him a cursory glance.

“Is it the fame and attention? The pride? The thrill? The prospect of earning millions and then retiring at thirty, and you get to watch your wife and kids playing in your grand estate’s pool on a sunny summer Sunday while you’re swirling around a glass of ‘90s scotch in your hand?” he asks, tone derisive but luring. “Or does it mean something more to you?”

Gojo looks down at his hands that were clenched tightly into fists. He relaxes them so that his fingers fall open weakly and his palms face the sky. He remembers the feeling of being a kid, the smell of freshly cut grass consuming his senses, the sight of bruises on his knees from how many times he fell on the field chasing after the ball, and the admiration in his father’s eyes every single time he stood back up. “It’s a chance to prove myself,” he finally says.

“Prove yourself of what?” the man pushes.

“That I’m capable of greatness,” Gojo admits, “like my father.”

The man nods slowly in acknowledgment. “Yes, your father was a great man. But not because of how he played the game. He was a great man because he knew which sacrifices were truly important.”

Gojo looks at him wearily. “Are you trying to tell a player you’re attempting to recruit that the sport isn’t important?”

He shakes his head, looking straight ahead. “No, it’s important. But it’s the meaning you give to your life outside of it that gives it importance.”

Gojo raises an eyebrow at him, not really sure what to make of the cryptic sentiment.

The man claps his hands together and stands up. “Alright, I’m sure that’s all the time you’ve got for me. Think about my offer, and if any other recruiters approach you with better ones, just know I’ll push for higher.” He hands Gojo his business card and brings his cigarette to mouth, balancing it between his lips. “Reach out if you have any questions.”

Gojo looks down at the card, his finger tracing the edge of it as he studies the shimmering gold lettering. “Why not just hit me with your best offer and leave? Why bother having this kind of conversation with me?”

The man pulls his cigarette from his mouth, pinching it between his two fingers once again. “We’ve all got regrets we want to make right, kid,” he says. And with his hands in his pockets, he walks away. 

Gojo watches the man as he makes his way down the sidelines back to the cluster of men in suits. When he hears the referee whistle, he shoves the business card in the pocket of his uniform shorts, and makes his way towards the center of the sidelines.

His teammates instantly come up to him with optimistic smiles and encouraging pats on his chest and back, trying to keep the energy high to manifest a win for today, but Gojo just feels exhausted and like he’s drowning. He has so many thoughts swimming around in his head, he can’t even begin to explain, and he just wants someone to see through him at this moment. 

The teams stand on the field for the national anthem, and then Osaka Uni’s team disperses while UTokyo’s alma mater plays. Coach Yaga yells for all the players to huddle before the coin toss and reminds them of their plays for the afternoon.

Nanami pulls his sweatbands onto his wrists, Geto pulls his hair back up into a bun, Chosou pulls tightly on the straps of his goalie gloves, and Gojo pushes his hair up off his forehead to snap his headband onto his face. He looks around to his other teammates and that sense of pride he feels to be a part of this team swells dully despite his emotions.

UTokyo wins the coin toss, choosing to kick, and Gojo finds his place in the center of the field. The crowd is already cheering preemptively, their pride in their home team evident in the passion of the filled stands, and Gojo peers across the large expanse of the field as he rests his foot on top of the soccer ball. It’s a scene he’s seen a hundred times in his life, but the sight is daunting today. He takes his foot off the ball when he hears the referee signal the start of the match with a short piercing shrill of his whistle, and the second Gojo draws his leg back and his foot makes contact with the ball, sending it flying forward, he can already feel that something feels very off.

Every single time he had the ball in his possession, his footwork felt heavy and delayed. His teammates had set up more than three chances for him to score, and he shot wide every single time. The crowd’s cheers started to diminish, and he could feel the growing discontent and exasperation from all eyes on the field. Ten minutes before halftime, they were down 1-0, and stakes were starting to feel high. 

One of his teammates passes a ball right to Gojo’s favored foot, the crowd instantly erupting with noise and stands to their feet as Gojo shuffles the ball past the penalty line, through Osaka’s defenders, eyes locked with the perfect opportunity to strike. This was good, he had his rhythm back, even if just for a moment, and he can see it, clear as day–the trajectory to the goal. With the feeling of slick sweat on his face and determination in his veins, he withdraws his leg back to kick the ball. The world went silent in his head, the only sound being the beating of his heart, and-

“this will be the last time you see me.”

When he recalls your voice, everything moves in slow-motion as his ankle slips slightly on the grass from his moment of hesitation, and then the ball is swiftly stolen by an opposing team player and maneuvered past him. 

“Fuck!” he hisses, immediately turning his head around as he helplessly watches the opponents players move with fervor in pursuit of another goal. The crowd hushed in horror as Osaka passed the ball through UTokyo’s defense, swiftly steadying down the side and sending the ball flying through Chosou’s outstretched arms. 2-0, and the lead ref calls for halftime. 

“Dude,” one of his teammates comes up to him as they walk back towards the benches and throws his arms up in the air, “what the hell is wrong with you today?”

“Seriously, man, not a single goal in the first half? You know how many times I’ve set up a shot for you?" another one of his teammates chimes in, nudging Gojo’s shoulder way harder than he’d usually warrant, and shortly after, a blaming fest begins among the players.

“Enough!” Coach Yaga yells out. All of the players quiet down and look at him, some grudgingly gulping down water while others just try to regain their breath. Gojo’s arms just hang at his sides in defeat. “We’re pushing everything on offense now, we can’t afford to miss any more shots,” Coach Yaga says, his fear of losing the match evident too despite his rough tone, “Satoru, I’m switching you out. Dai, take his place.”

“What?” Gojo asks incredulously, charging forward so he’s in front of the older man. “I’m not getting benched.”

“You will, because I say so,” Coach Yaga says sternly, “you’re distracted, boy. I can see it all over your face.”

“I’m n-”

“Just sit down,” Coach Yaga lets out a disgruntled noise. “When players are distracted, they get injured. Have faith in your teammates.”

“Coach,” Gojo asks again, this time almost pleading. He hardly ever questioned Coach Yaga’s calls, he had a great deal of respect for the man. But something within him just absolutely refused to get benched today.

Coach Yaga stares at him for a long moment, and it’s only when one of the refs chirps their whistle that he finally exhales and gives him a reluctant jerk of his head towards the field.

Geto sets up the perfect shot for Nanami to sweep for a kick that barely lands through the goalie’s lunge for the ball, and then on the next play, secures another goal himself. The score is tied, 2-2, with eight minutes left on the clock. Gojo manages to steal the ball on a defensive play, and it’s only really a stroke of luck that he manages in one solid pass the entire game, straight to Geto’s foot, crowd roaring, and he watches his best friend shoot and sink within the last minute and a half of the game. 

3-2. UTokyo’s win. 

Gojo sighs, exhausted as he makes his way to the bench, crouching down and zipping open his duffle bag. Spirits are low among the team despite the excitement from the crowd over their win because of how hauntingly close the loss felt during the last moments of the match, disinterested in celebrating at all as they meekly dispersed across the field. Gojo knew he was going to get a massive yelling-to from Coach Yaga and he could feel the searing disappointment from his teammates for not carrying the game more. This was just a bare win, could’ve gone either way, and his performance today wasn’t a good look for any recruiters either. He felt so emotionally and physically drained from this entire day, and he wasn’t sure how the hell he could feel any better.

Shuffling through his bag for a water bottle, his knuckles hit something cold and metallic-sounding tucked away inside. He hums to himself curiously before grabbing it and pulling it out.

strawberry vanilla soda.

Hm. This wasn’t the one you gave him a couple of days ago. He already drank that one. Did you sneak this into his bag? His brow furrows, and he stares at the sparkling smiling sloth on the label. When he turns the can in his hand, he sees a little note messily scribbled in black ink. 

good luck today! u got this :) ur a star

His eyes widened.

And putting his heart through a shredder would’ve hurt less than when he realizes what an idiot he’s been this entire time.

He’s instantly searching the field, peering through crowds of people, mascots, banners, flags, for any sight of you. He’s not sure how or why he goes in the direction that he does, but deep down it’s because he knows you like taking millions of pictures of flowers, and the west side exit has endless blooms of them. And so when he runs out that way, cleats tapping against the concrete pavement that leads out into the courtyard in the front of the stadium, and spots you standing there, he finally lets out the breath of air he feels like he’s been holding in his chest all day.

You’re aiming your camera at teal and orange petals scattered across the decorative florals lining the raised concrete planters, then pull it down from your face and twiddle with the settings, tilting your head to the side. You then pluck at one of the blooms that was spilling over the edges, bringing it to the tip of your nose curiously. And he just watches, chest heaving from the urgency that he rushed to get to you, heart aching from the desperation of wanting to be near you. He wanted to ask you how you were feeling, he wanted to know how your pictures came along, he wanted to know what you were doing after this, and he wanted you to be with him. But most importantly, he wanted to make sure that this wasn’t the last time he ever saw you again. 

It isn’t until a minute after that you seem keen on his presence too, and you swiftly turn your head in his direction, surprised. “Satoru?” you say. He wonders if he’ll melt. He wonders if those ice-cold barriers he’s built over the years could thaw just from the way you say his name.

But when he takes a step forward, you take a step back. And he halts. The expression on your face was unfamiliar to him. Once soft, curious, trusting. Now you looked at him like you were guarding something, keeping it safe from him, and he no longer had the right to intrude. And then he realizes the hell he’s put you through all this time.

He regrets pushing you away.

“I know I said I’d respect the fact that you want space,” he says through bated breath, “but I…I just can’t stand the thought of never seeing you again.”

You’re solemn when you look at him, reading the plea in his eyes, and then slowly shake your head. He feels like he can’t breathe. 

“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”

And then you walk out of his life.

a/n. thank you for reading! i have a few more author notes that explain a few things that i couldn't really find a way to fit into the chapter organically, but wanted to address before moving on, if you're curious you can find them here. hope to see you in the next one! pls lemme know if i missed any tags i'm sorry if i did :')

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Secrets

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Summary: You’ve been sneaking around with Derek Hale since your brother Stiles brought him into your life, no one knew but when you find out you’re pregnant everything changes, will your family and friends be there for you?

Pairing: Derek Hale x f!reader

Includes: Pregnancy, supernatural activity, 18+

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Life use to be simple, just me stiles and dad, nights where Scott stiles and I would hang out watching random movies mostly sci-fi action but I didn’t care because it was moments like that I cherished, until everything changed, Scott changed into a werewolf, stiles got caught up in it try to help and along the way I found out, then it was a little pack of us, Scott, stiles, Lydia, Allison, Jackson and me

Then one night I met Derek Hale, only a few years older than me, he too was a werewolf and trying to help Scott but the guys didn’t seem to trust him

But I couldn’t help myself, one night when he texted me asking to meet I snuck out and from then on it’s been amazing, he was nothing like stiles described, he was caring and sweet to me, only me I noticed which made it feel even better

And now it’s been 2 years of sneaking around and it just gets harder and harder everytime we have a pack meeting, we’ve added a few more members over the years, Isaac and Kira and to everyone’s dismay Peter

Peter was the only one that knew about us, we kinda had to let him in on the secret since he lived in the same loft where Derek and I would hang out away from the others

Rolling over in bed I wrap my arm around Derek’s waist and rest my head on his chest as he holds me tighter

“Morning baby” his voice rough from sleep which always got to me

“Mmmm I don’t wanna get up” I sigh as I sit up on his lap running my hand over his firm chest

“I know if I could I’d keep you in the bed all day but you need to get your little ass to school or your brother will be sniffing around” he says sitting up a placing kisses up my neck

“Don’t do that you’re just making it harder for me to leave D” he gently bite my shoulder making me gasp, we found out shortly after hanging out together that I was his mate, he said it was rare to find one as a werewolf but that’s the reason we were so drawn together

I quickly got ready for school, having to shower to get his scent off me with all the supernatural senses around someone would’ve sensed it

Standing at the loft door he helps me by putting my books in my bag and putting it over my shoulder

“See you tonight? Got the pack meeting” he said squeezing my hips

“Yeah I’ll be here, love you”

“Love you too, now go before you’re late again” he smirks as he smacks my ass and I squeak turning to leave

•

Walking through the school I put my bag away and jump when stiles and Lydia lean on the locker next to me

“And where have you been all night huh?” Stiles questions as he quirks an eyebrows, seeing Lydia smirking behind him with a knowing look

“I was just at a friends house” I blush closing my locker and walking to my class

“Friend? We’re your only friends and we were all at Scott’s last night watching movies soooo who’s this friend”

“Stiles leave the girl be I’m sure she has a perfect explanation when she’s ready” Lydia adds coming to my defense

“Yeah bro everything’s fine trust me, really fine” I laugh Lydia joining in making stiles gag

“Oh god I don’t wanna hear that, forget I asked” he pulls me into a hug before leaving to his class me and Lydia heading to chemistry

“Sooooo who’s this mystery man? Isaac wasn’t there last night is it him?”

“Of course not he’s with Allison, plus it doesn’t matter all you need to know is he’s amazing to me”

“Annnnnndddd….” She wiggles her eyebrows

“And he’s amazing in bed oh my god lyds, and he was so gentle with me during my first time”

“First time? How long have you been with this guy?”

“Ummm a while”

“Why keep him a secret? Unless it’s someone you shouldn’t be with” she squints her eyes looking me over and it spikes my heart beat if anyone would find out it would be her and then I see the moment it dawns on her

“No fricken way…..Derek?” I shush her quickly because of the supernatural hearing all over the school

“Look you can’t tell anyone please we’re not ready yet” she smiles softly

“I won’t but I do count of you coming to me with all the hot deets”

“Fine I can do that” I smile as class begins

•

I get to Derek’s loft earlier than the others to get my daily dose of my mate, I knock on the door and Peter opens with a knowing smirk

“Well hello again beautiful, come for my nephew again?”

“Of course, is he here?” I ask as he lets me in, I drop my bag on the couch looking around

“He’ll be down in a moment, you seem more eager than usual”

“I don’t know I’m still not in on all the mating behaviors” I say sitting at the kitchen counter

“I might have an idea” he says crossing his arm

“Wanna clue me in?”

“Hmmmm not yet, you’ll know soon enough” before I could ask further Derek came down headed straight for me, his usual scowl disappears when he sees me

“Hi baby” I smile when he stands between my legs and pulling me into a hard passionate kiss

“Miss me that much my alpha?” His eyes glowed red at me calling him alpha, he told me it was this animalistic thing that really turned him on

“Save that for later and you’ll be begging for more” he stepped away right as the door opened and the whole pack strolled in taking their usual spots

I hold in the urge to scream, my body already lit with desire, even though I’m not a werewolf I still get the effects of mates just not as strong

“Sis here already?” Stiles asks as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me to sit next to him on the couch

“Didn’t have anything to do after school so I just came here”

“And have to put up with Peter I’d rather die” I smack his arm playfully

“Hey he’s not so bad”

“To you”

“Maybe because she isn’t annoying” Peter says from across the room

“Peter be nice”

We go on to discuss the shit that’s been happening in town finding there’s a something out there that’s been messing around, doing some kind of rituals in threes

“We don’t know what the “categories” are yet but we have to stick together, never be alone, watch out for eachother” Scott adds

We finish up and slowly everyone filters out

“Come on sis I’ll drive you home” stiles says

“Oh I’ve got somethings I need to talk to her about, and we have a sleepover planned so don’t wait up okay?!” Lydia says saving my ass

“Okay have fun girls” he smiles wide before leaving with Scott

“Thank you I am not ready to leave yet”

“I can tell you’ve been squirming this whole time, have fun girl friend” she says taking out a glittery lipgloss and touches my lips up

“But you can’t go alone” I add

“I’ll get her home safe, thank me later” Peter says leading Lydia out the door and I can hear their bickering making me laugh

I turn and bump into Derek and he quickly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder smacking my ass again

“You’re mine now girl”

•

He throws me down on the bed and crawls over my, my legs wide for him to get between, his canine scratching down my throat

“This feeling lately is a lot stronger than usual, it’s even more than when you’re in your rut” I moan when he rips my shirt off

“Your scent is driving me crazy, it’s different and it’s making me feral, I don’t know what it is but god I love it” he presses his nose against my shorts breathing in making me gasp

“Derek please”

“Wrong name” he growls

“Alpha please I need you” with his super human strength he rips off the rest of my clothes leaving me bare, I’m quick to help discard him of his clothes too till we’re both naked and nothing separates us, his hands roam down my chest down to my hips and then he slows and his ears perk up as his thumbs trace over my lower stomach

I place my hands on his wrists never seeing him stop in a heated moment like this

“Are you okay baby?” A rumble sounds from his chest giving me a comforting ease

“Did you know?” His eyes finally look at me

“Know what? Is something wrong with me? Am I sick?” I panic knowing they could sense things before humans can

He fully puts his hand over my belly and the warmth makes me hum in content

“That’s why we’ve been so crazy, your hormones are in overdrive because you’re carrying my kid”

“Are you serious? I’m pregnant?” I sit up on my elbows and see no lie on his face

“Oh god I’m sorry Derek, I didn’t mean to stiles and my dad are gonna kill me”

“Hey calm down it’ll be okay, plus it’s not your fault if anything it’s me but you know I can’t help it when we’re in the moment, let’s give it time”

“Should we tell them we’re together first to ease them into it?” I ask trying to figure a solution out to our 2 years of keeping this a secret

“Probably the best”

“Did you want this?” I ask running my hands through his hair

“With my mate I want everything”

•

Sitting at lunch just me Scott stiles Allison Lydia and Isaac, I was going savage on the cheeseburger and everyone was looking at me

“What?”

“Hungry?” Stiles smiles as he puts his chocolate bar on my tray

“Very, I’ve been eating all day”

“Something going on?” Lydia asks smirking

“What? No why would you ask? I’m fine?” I panic laugh

“Woah calm down girl just making sure you’re okay!” Allison smiles and the table erupts in laughter

“Look im just hungry can’t a girl eat” I try to brush it off

We talk about some of the research that stiles found with the sacrifices, three people from every five groups

I could barely pay attention still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I’m gonna have a baby, I clear my throat to get everyone’s attention

“Ummm are you guys free tonight?”

“Yeah nothing but research” stiles say and everyone else says they’re free

“Would you guys be able to get all the pack together and meet at Derek’s at like 6?”

“Sure everything okay?” Isaac asks

“Yeah just need to tell you guys something” before further questions I take my tray and walk away going to throw everything out and heading into the school

“So how was last night?” Lydia asks from beside me making me scream

“Holy shit you scared me”

“I need the details after covering for you and having to ride home with Peter”

“Well we were going to have a rough night but then….things happened and we ended up having a slow really good time”

“And what happened?” I blush as I brush my hair back

“I can’t tell you yet, just come tonight”

•

I pull up to the loft building with stiles, we walk up the stairs and when we walk in everyone’s already there

“Well we’re all here, what is it you needed to tell us?”

I look at Peter and Derek and they nod, Derek waves me over to sit on the chair infront of him, his hands rub my shoulders soothingly

“Uuuuhhhh what’s going on?” Stiles asks his eyebrows knitting together in confusion

“I’ve been seeing Derek, I’m sorry for keeping it a secret but I just didn’t want to be judged since he’s a bit older”

Everyone was shocked

“How long?” Allison asks gently

“Since the day I met her”

“2 YEARS AGO?” Stiles shouts flailing his arms

“Look I knew you guys weren’t sure of him at first so we kept it to ourselves and then it just kept going, only Peter knew”

“That’s why Peter only seems to like you”

“Exactly” Peter adds smirking devilishly

“And why tell us now?” Scott asks

“Just with everything going on we didn’t want any secrets” Derek picks me up and sits me on his lap

“I’m serious about him stiles, I know it’s a lot but trust me”

“They’re mates” Peter drops the bomb

“Mates? I didn’t know we could have mates” Isaac says

“It’s rare, very rare, she doesn’t feel the effects as much as a wolf would but she still gets those……side effects during that time of the month” I groan hiding my face in Derek’s shoulder

“Okay I didn’t need to know that last part” stiles sighs

“I’m happy for you guys, maybe Derek won’t be such a sourpuss anymore” Lydia smiles

“He’s not a sourpuss for me”

“Now everyone out I need time with my nephew and niece in law” Peter growls and everyone leaves

“I LOVE YOU STILES” I yell out

“LOVE YOU TOO SIS”

Now just the three of us I sigh feeling a weight lift off my shoulders

“When are you telling them you’re pregnant?” He asks

“Not yet, I’m gonna wait till I’m settled with it, I mean I only just found out last night I’m having a baby and I’m still in highschool, it’s a lot”

“Well we’re here to help, if it’s a boy you have to name him after me”

“Hmmmm maybe we’ll see” Derek seemed really quiet this whole time, he picks me up easily in his arms and carries me to his room gently sitting my down

“Are you alright? You’ve been pretty quiet, are you have second thoughts” he presses his hand against my chest which always helped ease my worrying

“Never, just worried about both your safety”

“With what stiles found I don’t fit into any category” I say climbing into his lap running my hands down his biceps

“Yeah but druids can be tricky, bend the rules”

“Well it’s a good thing I have a big strong alpha to protect me, now relax let’s get in comfy clothes and cuddle because it’s been a couple stressful days” he changed into nothing my grey sweats and I pulled on one of his sleeping shirts and a new pair of panties I kept here, he holds me in bed with the cool night breeze blowing in through the window behind us

My back against his chest and his hand protectively splayed out across my lower stomach

“I think it’ll be a girl”

“We need more girls in our pack and that way we don’t have to name it after Peter” he says making us both laugh

“Goodnight my love” I whisper feeling the sleep take over

“Love you too”

•

It’s been a week since we told everyone and they were still getting us to the idea of me and Derek, especially stiles but he understood that if he made me happy then it would be okay

Lydia invited me and Allison over for a girls night and to spill deets on our relationships and I couldn’t wait, I needed some girl time

Plopping down on her bed we all sit around in a circle with our fav snacks in the middle

“So how’s it going with Isaac?” I ask Allison as I bit down on a gummy bear

“Good, it’s different than with Scott but I’m Isaac’s first relationship so it’s kinda fun showing him everything”

“Little miss Allison got a corruption kink” Lydia laughs making Allison blush

“I do not……oh god maybe I do” I squeaks at the realization

“What about you, I know you must be one lucky girl with a guy like Derek”

“Oh he’s amazing in bed, he was my first and definitely my last, he was gentle with me during my first time and after that he broke me into all the things we could possibly do”

“I can’t believe your his mate and how you never got caught” Allison says eating a fuzzy peach candy

“I took precautions, always showered after being with him or made up excuses, i feel bad but i love Derek too much to really feel too much guilt” we giggle and then Lydia pokes me

“I know you’re hiding something else, more than you’re promiscuous secret relationship”

“Oh I don’t know me and Derek wanted to wait till everything blew over and we were ready”

“Come on it’s us! Spit it out we won’t tell”

I take a deep breath, once I tell them it means this is real, this is really happening and I really have a mini werewolf growing inside me

“Come on the suspense is killing me!” Allison whines with a bright smile

“I’m pregnant” their mouths drop open, both concern and joy expressed

“How do you feel about that? We’ll support you either way” Lydia says

“I’m happy, still trying to figure it out, I mean I’m in highschool and pregnant and stiles is gonna freak out, my dads gonna kill me and I don’t wanna disappoint him, but I love Derek and I already love this baby, plus these baby hormones has Derek crazy for me” I smile rubbing my belly where a bump will soon be

“Well if you’re happy we’re happy, and hey stiles loves you so much you know he’ll be by your side and your dad will get over it he adores you” I nod at Lydia’s reassurance

“You guys can’t tell anyone please, I still need time”

“Of course now let’s order some pizza and watch the new episode of vampire diaries!”

The girls had fallen asleep on the bed so I tucked them in, making a make shift bed on the comfy couch Lydia has in her room

Checking my phone I see a missed text from Derek

Hope you’re having fun baby, missing you already

Peter told me my hormones will have a strong effect of Derek making him more protective and extra affectionate

Miss you too, feeling cold without my usual body heater wrapped around me:)

Need me to crash girls night?;)

Keep it in your pants wolf man, I’ll survive one night you can have me all to yourself tomorrow but you’ll have to come to my place

I’ll be waiting baby girl, love you and our pup, goodnight

Goodnight, love you too x

I smile turning off my phone and curl up in all the blankets falling asleep feeling like everything is falling into place

•

School was slow until gym came and we found a dead body strung to a tree, as the police came the pack watch knowing this was the work of the Druid

“That was Mike Forbes dad, whoever is picking people off they’re going after guardians now” instinctively I place my hand on my belly and I feel Lydia squeeze my shoulder

“You’ll be okay, just breathe” she whispers

When coach tells for us to head back to the school I see Derek in the parking lot leaning against his hood and when he sees me he opens his arms and I run wrapping my arms around him

“It’s going after guardians Derek, I’m scared”

“We’ll be okay we’ve got the pack and if I’m not with you I’ll stick Peter with you”

“Think he’ll agree to do that?”

“You’re carrying his great niece or nephew he’ll definitely agree”

“What? You’re pregnant?” I turn seeing stiles and Scott not standing far away, in the fear of the moment I completely forgot where we were

“Stiles I can explain please just…..please don’t be mad at me, I can’t lose you” I feel the panic rising Derek’s hand rubbing my lower back

“Why didn’t you tell me before, I just feel like I’m missing this huge part of your life, I’ve never kept a secret from you” I walk up to him and Scott goes to stand by Derek

“I know I just….i didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, you’re so smart and even though you’re crazy dad is proud of you and this is just another thing I feel like I’ll be letting him down, and you’re my best friend, you’re my brother and I didn’t want you to see me differently” he sighs and loosens up slumping his shoulders as he pulls me into his chest hugging me tightly

“You’re my sister, no matter what you’ll do I’ll always love you and you could never disappoint me and dad, you know you’re his little angel, sure he’ll probably have a heart attack but then he’ll be over bearing always checking on you and so will I, I just can’t believe I’m stuck with that sourpuss in our lives forever” he jokes and I smack his arm

“You know he’s the best to protect me and I know secretly you like him, and hey you get to be an uncle now”

“Shit I didn’t even realize that oh wow” he wipes his forehead stressing a bit, Lydia comes over and pats his shoulder and takes him off give me a smile and wink as she goes

“Congrats sis, I know you’re going through a lot but you know we’re all here for you” Scott says before he leaves to join the pack

“That’s not how I wanted to tell him” I sigh feeling Derek’s presence behind me and he pulls me close to him, my back against his chest

“But he didn’t get mad like you thought, I told you everything will be okay, now get your pretty little ass to class, I’ll pick you up after”

•

It’s been a few weeks since the incident in the woods and the Druid was working slower, not another sacrifice since that day which only put the whole pack on edge

Today was the appointment for my ultrasound to see if everything’s going okay, Derek picks up stiles and I and we head to the hospital, Derek was hesitant about stiles coming but I wanted him there

Laying on the bed the doctor squeezes gel along my little barely noticeable bump and runs the wand over it

Then we hear the little heart beat and I can’t help but tear up, I feel Derek squeeze my hand and stiles eyes are wide

“There the heart beat, strong, very strong actually, how far along do you think you are?” She asks I look at Derek and we’re trying to calculate but it’s hard with how much we went at it

“Ummm I’m not sure maybe like 2 months”

“Well even though your bump is small I’d say you’re about 4, she’s way bigger than 2 months, I’ll print off some pictures and leave you to clean up” she smiled before leaving the room

“A baby girl” I gasp seeing tears in Derek’s eyes, seeing him with a pout and his eyes glossy warmed my heart

“We’re having a little girl” he says as he leans up and kisses me slowly, wiping my tears after, I look up at stiles and he’s smiling wide and he was buzzing like a bee wanted to fly

“Come here spaz” he pulls me into a hug wanting to jump off the walls

“I’m gonna have a niece this is insane holy shit”

“You’re gonna be the best uncle ever, she’s a lucky girl like me to have you in her life”

Derek took the towel and wiped off the gel and we left after the doctor gave us the pictures of the ultrasound, we all got in Derek black car and drove back to my house

“How am I 4 months already, Peter would’ve sensed that a lot earlier”

“Typically when the baby is a wolf they grow faster, my mother was only pregnant for about 5 months” Derek adds like it’s nothing

“Wait so I only have 3 more months to get ready oh god that’s a lot, woah it’s hot in here……” I gasp rolling down the window panicking, 3 months and then I’m a mother and I still have to get literally everything ready

“Hey it’ll be okay, the pack will help with everything sis” stiles says patting my shoulder

“But what about the Druid they’re still out there and I don’t want my baby in danger, and we still have to tell dad and……and it’s just a lot”

“You know I’d never let anything hurt either of you baby, we’ll all try our hardest to get rid of this birch before our little pup comes” Derek says rubbing my thigh

How did my life come to this?

•

Part.2

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‘What if this is it. What if this is the ending we get because we were the unlucky ones and that this is where we were meant to be regardless of how hard we try.’ You say one day and Remy stopped shuffling his cards.

‘And what made you come to that bleak conclusion, mon cher.’ He asks softly, having a feeling that you had been withholding this thought inside for a while, and it wasn’t only until now did it feel like coming to light in the presence of someone you felt safest with, or at least he assumed you did with how often you tended to stick to his side. You had lost your friend Jubilee a while back to Alioth and ever since then you’ve been stuck to Remy and admitting things to him in confidence that he beloved you would’ve told Jubilee…had she stayed a little while longer.

You shrug. ‘Merely an educated guess. That and the copious amounts of times where we’ve tried and failed to escape but I’m pretty sure that’s evident, considering that we’re.still.fucking.here.’

Remy sighs, gets up from the table and walks across the room and takes his place next to you, shoulder to shoulder and as your thighs briefly touch. ‘You may think me stupid for thinking this mom cher, but it is the truth of my heart, and that truth is that I’m glad we’re here.’ He admits but starts laughing soon after upon looking at your confused face, finding it adorable.

‘Care to elaborate on that?’ You then said as you started at as though he had grown a second head. What did he mean by that? That he was happy he was trapped here? Had Remy finally gone mad, you weren’t quite sure but decided that you would hear him out in hopes that there was a logical explanation after a confession like that after all.

‘With pleasure,’ Remy began, ‘the reason I say this because if I weren’t here then I would’ve never met you, built a friendship with you and so on, so while I share your want to leave this place.’ He then leans in real close to you, so close to the point you could feel his breath fanning your face and his lips ghost over your own as your heart went nuts in your throat. ‘I can’t help but thank it for brining us together, for I wouldn’t have thought to experience a love quite like ours mon cher.’ Remy concludes and you couldn’t help but smile.

Remy has once told you that you did exist in his timeline, just with a minor detail in the fact that you weren’t a mutant like him. You were friends, close friends, but one day you died protecting him, he’s never forgiven himself since and still hasn’t. ‘Brave soul, courageous heart you had.’ He had said while fighting back tears as you held him just as he began to weep over a you that wasn’t you; Regarding whether or not you were together was a question that was never answered nor asked, for you didn’t want to reopen old wounds Remy chose to close for a reason.

You had a Remy back home but he was with Rouge and you weren’t even remotely as close as Remy and his variant of you were. You were barely even on speaking terms because of how little you interacted with one another. So needless to say your absence wasn’t felt nor missed in the slightest, but you didn’t have the energy nor the ability to care about that anymore.

You gently shove him in the chest. ‘Cheesy bastard.’ You muttered as Remy chuckled, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing you in as you melted into his warmth, feeling safe from all harm and most importantly; loved.

‘Don’t you know. All Remy’s to ever exist are romantics at heart mon cher?’ He playfully said as he tightened his grip on you, planting one more kiss on your forehead, humming in content.

‘No. I only know one Remy who’s a romantic at heart,’ you told him as you lifted a hand to gently boop him on the nose, ‘you and that’s the only Remy I need to know, for you are the best Remy out of all of them. At least in my opinion.’ You finished as you then kissed him on the cheek.

Remy smiles softly at you as he felt himself becoming more content with his fate if it meant sharing these moments with you for the rest of his life, you made life here bearable and he couldn’t imagine going back to a life where all he had to remember was your name scrawled into a cold, unforgiving headstone. ‘And your opinion is the only opinion I ever want to have for the rest of my life.’ He says as he held you tighter before smothering you in kisses, smiling widely as he heard you giggle and squeal for mercy, while back home you may not be anything to him, but here? You were everything to him and more.

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Jenny bestie hear me out . Reader with the personality and powers of shadow the hedgehog 👀. So she would be an anti hero that refuses to work with anyone but has that romantic tension with main mark grayson . While invincible is trying to convince her to turn over to being a full hero , cecil and the guardians are trying to take out reader but are always failing to do so cause ain't no way they're reaching the ultimate life forms level of power 🤭 . So like basically like headcanons of mark trying to get reader to turn over to the good side while she's basically trying to kill the guardians and cecil losing his mind over not being able to control her .

Hiiii! I loved this, thank you for the request! I hope you can forgive the delay, I've been crazy busy but I'm trying my best lol. Anyways, this is going to be a mix of angst but mostly lighthearted cuz I've been writing way too much serious stuff later. Thank you for the request <3

Warnings: making out, slight angst, homicide attempts, fluff and good vibes, you've literally never been normal a day in your life

Note: Amber and Mark broke up before he goes to see the Thraxan's because I say this all the time: man, stealing is never the move. Also, you were created in a lab here (hence the whole ultimate life form thing) so you don't know everything about yourself, but you escaped to live your own life.

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📯 You and Mark know y'all wanna make out, it would be safer for everyone if you just did it

📯You don't get along with anyone. You're more of a reluctant ally. You help when it serves you. Mark helps when he's nearby, he's gotten better at letting other heroes handle it.

📯But when you do stir up trouble, Mark unfortunately is who they call to try and arrest you. He always fails, of course. He can't physically catch you, and when he does grab you by pure luck and speed then you get terrifyingly strong and put belt to ass. You don't even have to fight him all the time; you just always end up doing so

📯Lowkey they call Mark because the GDA knows you always get distracted by Mark even if you don't know

📯 You can literally escape at anytime but the opportunity to be close to him (even if it’s in a battle) makes your heart beat just a bit harder for some reason

📯 The trash talk? Oh my god, it's amusing to you both and you both like it. Your mouth is more reckless though, so you tend to say crazier shit than him. He loves hates when you explain why he can't beat you for the tenth time in a month.

"You ready to go to jail?!"

"Fuck you, you can't arrest me! I'm the ultimate life form!"

📯 The news is sick of y'all. The Guardians are sick of y'all. The GDA is sick of y'all. William and Eve are sick of y'all.

📯 When you two do get to team up, you both know you like it. You like working with someone who won't sell you out. Mark just likes you. But the other thing is, you only talk to Mark.

📯 When you all went to Mars, you kept your words minimum. Not like your usual sly comments. Mark was so ashamed to realize that he liked you not giving the other heroes the time of day. You kept everything to a brief five words or a 'hm.'

📯 You go back and forth with Mark, and Mark only. Like that’s the only person whose had a kind of conversation with you

📯 Your only actual issue with Mark is that he’s insisting on seeing the good in you. You aren’t exactly an evil person. You’re just more for following your own rules, and you also don’t trust the government.

“See? You can be good! You’re really good at it.”

As you’re carrying a group of wailing and coughing children out of a burning building.

“Their children.” Was all you said, and that was explanation enough.

📯 You don’t really like people. You don’t play nice with others. It’s not exactly your fault. But you tolerate Mark

📯He eventually is able to get you to not mind being around others. You even said 'hello' when walking into a room, but you blamed on being in a good mood for once.

📯 Slowly but surely you two were making progress. Baby steps as they say. You sat next to Rex one time and he went entirely still to avoid somehow irritating you into getting up. You're kind of like an unfriendly cat but when you are friendly it's the best feeling ever

📯 You're even getting along better with Cecil!

📯 You stop just walking out when he's speaking to you

"Piss off. I don't follow your orders."

Before you're skating out the door.

📯 Now you let him talk and just ignore whatever he's saying. Literally everything was great-ish. You and Mark weren't attempting to kill each other every other week; he's kind of like your safe space when you don't want to hang around randoms anymore

📯 Until you had some personal business to attend too, which led to you getting shot with a giant laser. But you're the ultimate life form so that beam felt like a mild sunburn to you.

📯 You aren't stupid, obviously Cecil fired that canon at you. He swore it was an accident "we weren't trying to hit you!" but that didn't really matter to you when he was dangling over the edge of a building

📯 That homicide attempt was an accident. But you don't take threats to your life lightly. It did nothing to you, except singed a few of the red streaks in your dark curls, but you still didn't appreciate it. PLUS the blue haired priss who followed you all the way from your home escaped with her life. You were going to have to see her again thanks to Cecil's interference. Safe to say, you were not pleased

📯 You stopped any type of heroism. Not because of a personal vendetta against the people of Earth, but you just couldn't trust it. Everything was a set up to you. You even stopped talking to Mark.

📯 The man was hurt. He couldn't even call you, he just missed you. You weren't his girlfriend. He shouldn't want to see you, shouldn't want you sitting next to him on a roof top after an arrest. He shouldn't want you the way he does, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

📯 He missed you. He thought about stopping by your apartment. He thought about appearing in front of you under the cover of darkness and telling you how he feels. But you've been so on edge lately that he knew the second you laid eyes on him things would be different.

📯 Your sharp eyes wouldn't soften just a bit like they usually do. Instead, they would go wide with rage, you'd think it was a set up. He doesn't know your favorite food, your favorite color, he doesn't even know why you call yourself the ultimate lifeform.

📯 But Mark does know you. He knows how when something gets in the way of what you believe, you don't take kindly to it. He knows you stand for what you think is right. Knows how your nose scrunches just a bit when you think something is ridiculous. He knows your beautiful, and knows you know that your beautiful. The way your ruby irises follow your own reflection in mirrors is telling.

📯 And he knows after almost a year of knowing you, when you get paranoid or antsy it's best to leave you alone. So he does, he leaves you to your own devices for you to cool off. You clearly need sometime but you aren't getting that since your back on enemy terms with the government.

📯 It also didn't help when you caught Cecil spying on you, in revenge you attempted to curb stomp him, but Immortal decided that was the time to run a fade. He was quickly silenced, along with Black Samson. Mark's never seen someone use another person as a bat to slap another person, but he was impressed

📯 The girl he liked was currently at war with the government and his friends. Mark was choosing to stay out of it, plus he had to run. Off to save the Thraxans BUT those two months of absence were not fun for you. He saw you before he left though

"Why would I care that you're leaving?" You asked, brushing through your wet curls and spraying leave in conditioner into the plats. He watched as you used your fingers to distribute a hair mask through your hair and rustled through your hair products for a scrunchie.

Mark sighed, leaning against the fire escape of your apartment. For a crap hole building, you fixed it up really nice. It was a crap hole, but you were a pretty good thief. Good enough to steal appliances and furniture enough to cover up the state of the house. He's pretty sure you let your landlord keep living as a form of rent.

He was standing out there, under the stars outside your bedroom window. The brick and glass separating you two felt almost poetic. He would've stayed all night if there wasn't a spaceship waiting for him just five miles away.

For once you were at peace, and you looked so beautiful just calmly sitting and doing your hair.

"I don't know. I know things aren't great between us right now. But I...I don't know. It didn't feel right for me to leave without telling you."

You paused, biting your lip as your red eyes glanced down at the vanity you were sat at. For a moment he imagined you two were different people. Not Invincible and the anti-hero fans have taken to calling 'Streaker' (a name you have no solid opinions on), but Mark and the woman he wants to be with.

"When are you coming back?"

A beat of silence hung through the night. Wind pushed Mark's hair around his head, and the wind pushed through your window and rustled some random receipts on your dresser.

"Soon."

The sharpness of your eyes glanced over to Mark through your mirror, and you swallowed hesitantly. Eyelids fluttered shut before you recomposed yourself like nothing happened despite your obvious dissatisfaction with the lack luster answer.

Your fingers now brushed through a red portion of your hair, applying the cream to it before you finished the final braid and placed a shower cap over your head.

"Try not to die in space."

📯 Mark knew you'd get into it 10x worse with the GDA and everyone. No matter how much they insisted the murder attempt wasn't on purpose, you insisted they should've minded the business that pays them.

📯 Tells Cecil not to provoke you in the meantime.

📯 Mark was right, things got worse. You almost had to move due to how much they were spying on you. The other heroes did not like you; you were a loose cannon to them.

📯 You don't miss Mark (you run by his house sometimes on the way home just to see if he's back, you live the entire opposite direction)

📯 The only person who kind of understood you was gone. 'Soon', turned into two months. Why should you care? Mark wasn't your boyfriend.

📯 You've never imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him. Never thought about ditching all the bullshit and living somewhere peaceful together. Never had a strange dream about having a baby together (or a nightmare where he cheated on you)

📯 OH MY GOD YOU'D FLIP YOUR SHIT IF HE 'CHEATED' ON YOU

📯 You're 100% the jealous type over a man who you aren't with. You aren't the type to purposely disrupt his relationships. That's desperate and it NEVER gave that. But you smile just a bit when he fights with his girlfriend before they broke up.

📯 You want Mark to be happy of course. But if it can't be with you, then is he truly happy? You feel bad, it's selfish and you know it. You can't help it though. You two can't be together. You go after something when you want it, but you know who and what you are. You liked Mark too much to risk bruising your ego over a rejection that big

📯 You woke up pissed off for a week, you had a dream he hooked up with some alien broad with three boobs while he was up there and that's what was taking him so long.

📯It didn't matter how much you steeped in your own rage; you couldn't exactly yell at him. And you wouldn't have the right to do so either.

📯You were gonna beat his ass when he got back, how could he disappear for two months? Didn't he think about you? How could he leave you on this planet with a bunch of losers and people you hate for so long? Didn't he know your thread of self-control was already weak? Didn't he know he kept you under control? Didn't he know you needed him??? How could he! (you're literally delusional but it's okay because Mark is delulu over you too)

📯You're mad until you physically see him. You totally planned on whopping his ass for cheating on you in your dream and leaving for two months. But when you saw him, all you could do was nod in acknowledgment of his safe return. In your language you basically just hugged him

📯He appears on your balcony again. But this time things are different. You ushered him into your window.

He looks perfectly out of place. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he stood on the hard floor of your bedroom.

"I'm back."

"I can see."

Then nothing. Mark took the silence to notice something: he never realized that you were really soft on the inside. Well he knew. But right now, watching you paint your nails and inspect your toes, he was coming to an understanding. You were a normal person sometimes. And Mark was attracted to that version of you too.

"Listen, I'm sorry I was gone so long."

He wanted you to be mad at him. To grab him and yell at him just how badly you missed him. He found himself thinking of you every day, dreaming of you every night. You haunted his every moment. The memories of simple conversations, the few times you violated one another's personal space.

In addition to mentally missing you, he had been bone crushingly sad which he feels is fair considering everything he went through in a simple two months. So late at night, he imagined seeking comfort from your body.

Soft touches, eyes meeting, maybe a cheeky grin from you, something more.

"I kept myself busy." you informed him while you took a bite out of your hamburger that sat in a wrapper next to you after capping your nail polish, dragging him out of his dreams of you.

"I heard all about it. You didn't need to blow up that GDA truck you know, I don't know how you accomplished that."

You shrugged but he could see the devastatingly attractive glimmer of pride in your eyes.

"Like I said, I kept myself busy."

📯Now y'all know I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. So, I want to talk about the real romance between you two

📯Mark watches your back. He knows he can't hug you or catch you if you're falling. He can't even imagine you initiating a hug. He's not a touchy guy anyways so it's okay with him that you aren't hanging off of him. But Mark always will have your back

📯He knows you're the ultimate life form even if he has no clue what it means. But he doesn't miss the look in your eyes when he blocks a boulder flying at your head.

📯You get him gifts that aren't gifts. Essentials we'll say. He's bleeding heavily from the nose? You're stuffing tissue up his nose (albeit a bit roughly) before going back to whatever you were doing. He's hungry on a mission? You'll share your last snack with him. He's acting like a man dying of thirst? You're grabbing water from the closest convenience store and handing it to him soundlessly

📯You aren't great with Oliver at any age. When he's a baby you don't know what do with him, he seems to think your glowing red eyes are squishy toys. When he's toddler, he's a smartass and you're not loving it. But you do care for him, you just don't know how to show it.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Oliver!"

"They're in my head, there's nothing wrong with them." You dismissed him while fighting a scowl. For a five-year-old he has a lot of question.

📯"Why are you so fast? Are you faster than Mark? Are you faster than my dad? Do you have a dad? Mark never said you have a dad. Where is your dad? Are you a mom? Are you and Mark dating? Have you two mated yet? How old are you? Can you teach me how to be fast? I'll teach you how to fly! Can you fly? What exactly are you?"

📯Before Mark or Debbie tell him to knock it off. You answer most of his questions though. A few you don't exactly know the answer to, so you just do your best with him.

📯Debbie doesn't know if she likes you. You're not Mark's girlfriend but she isn't blind, she knows her child.

📯The second he sees a beautiful black woman who would rather die before being walked over he's gone.

📯She doesn't judge you; she just can't really get a read on you since you rarely speak. Mark insists you're just nervous about meeting new people. You speak when spoken too but even then, it's hard to get a real sentence out of you.

📯BUT that all changes when you get hit with a car for Mark. A literal car flying at you through the air. You could've dodged it, sure. But you pushed Mark out of the way and the car landed on you with only your skates visible. Your legs flailed around comically, and you angrily told Mark to watch out for himself when he freed you a second later

📯Any woman who is willing to take a hit like that for Mark is alright in her book. She wants Mark to man up and ask you out already.

"She got hit by a car for you!"

"Mom, it's not like that. I don't want to freak her out, of course I like her but..."

"Don't be a scaredy cat Mark!"

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

📯Okay now for the real juicy stuff: the relationship

📯You confess to Mark one day. Neither of you can get drunk, your body burns through it too fast, and Mark's body will heal him quicker than he can blink.

📯You're comfortable together. Comfortable enough to sit in silence together while everyone celebrates together. Eventually you even let him slightly touch you. No where close to hugging but you do let your skin touch in proximity

📯He wasn't paying attention, but you were stewing in what seems like anger all day. He's the only one who can handle you like this, so you sat with your arms crossed in agitation

"I want to go home." you scowled with the redness of your eyes intensely glowing like hot embers.

"How about we stay for a while, then I take you home." He soothed gently, rubbing your arm but it did nothing to calm you down.

"Why?!" You exploded and Mark jumped at your sudden outburst. The entire room went silent. You looked around, anger and embarrassment  flooding your face. Mark wasn't having the greatest time, but it was still nice to get together with everyone.

"The fuck are y'all looking at?" Before you hopped off the couch and with a streak of red light you were gone.

He followed because you have him hooked. He's never been fast enough to catch you; you tell him all the time he never will be. BUT you do seem to like flowers. He's found you in flower patches before just on a lazy day, lying around doing nothing. He's found you in a specific one in the woods by your house just a few times. The little clearing helps you clear your mind.

When he does find you, you're angrily pacing back and forth on a little worn path. For once not running. You stop once you hear him land behind you.

"What." It came out as a sharp snap, without facing him.

"What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. Go away."

"You can tell me."

In a rage you spun around eyes darting around as if looking for something to throw at him in an attempt to repel him. A frustrated huff crossed with an angry shriek was his answer as.

"What the fuck! Just tell me what's wrong, why are you being so difficult?!"

Your shoulders rolled before you stalked to the edge of the clearing with your back to him. He followed because like I said you have him whipped girl.

"I like you. I like you so much it pisses me off! We had a shit day, I got stuck in a sewer drain then you wanted to go hangout with everyone, why? I don't like them people, but I like you and wanted to make you happy. But honestly, I can't force myself anymore, okay?! I can't do it! I can't stand this shit!"

That was the most he ever heard you speak.

"We don't have to hang out with everyone."

"Don't patronize me. Fuck off." You laughed, your voice raw with what sounded like forming tears and your eyes now a dimmer red.

He floated over to you, where you kept your arms wrapped tightly around your body. You fought his arms, his affections. What, did you think he was about to hold you then laugh and say sike?

His eyes followed your face as you squirmed from the warmth of his hands.

"We don't have to hangout with anyone else. I just want to hangout with you."

📯From there you've been insufferable. It's so yucky. You literally don't care about anything else.

📯Remember how I said Mark isn't a touchy guy? I lied. He wasn't touchy before you, but he really REALLY likes touching you. He's always touching you, it's so annoying (you want to live in his skin but you have to stay nonchalant)

📯He's holding your hand, touching the small of your back, forcefully laying his entire body over yours while you try to nap, he might even lick the side of your neck for the fun of it.

📯You hate it (lie) but you get used to it. You even held your hand out for him to hold it once. Hell, you once opened your arms for a hug and he almost bawled.

📯Here's the crazy ass thing: when Mark gets you used to the touching then he can't get you to stop. He can be trying to shit and you're holding his hand

📯Even on the battlefield when you're supposed to be staying focused you were staring at him with those big red eyes.

📯Mark gets to see you being soft and normal and he's fallen deeper in love with you

📯When you wake up from a nap (after being able to sleep with him in the room) and your eyes are so sleepy and soft. You don't want to get up, and you're dragging Mark back into bed with you muttering something like 'no not yet'. Before you put on your makeup, without the sharp wings of your eyeliner, when you remove it and your face has a dewey glow of your skin care

📯Oh his favorite is when you're sleeping. He gets to look at you as much as he wants without you telling him to cut it out.

"What."

"I'm looking at you, I can't stare at my girlfriend?"

"No, what the fuck?" Before you're crinkling your face in disgust and rolling over so he can't look at you anymore.

📯But when you're sleeping, you're so cute. You're face smooshed against his chest, the red of your bonnet slipping (before he adjusts it) to give away to a streak of red hair in the front of your hair under the covers of black hair. You drool just a bit even though you'd never admit that though. You also sleep talk a little and he records it once. If he shows it to you, he fears you'll go feral

📯You like to climb on him. Only in the privacy of your bedrooms. Like if he's sitting, you'll climb onto his lap or neck.

📯You feel safe enough with Mark to be semi-calm with him. You still don't talk much but Mark can really get you talking. You try to fight it and keep it cool, but you just love him. You love him so much that your true self comes out

📯You even laugh, a high-pitched squeal that only comes out when you're truly happy. He always makes you laugh. In fact, you laugh so much that you almost got smile lines from the sheer amount of joy you felt. He's just such a good boyfriend.

📯He's there for you, understands that you don't feel the need to explain where you're from and doesn't push you, doesn't really want to know why you keep running fades with some random blue haired girl

📯Mark supports you no matter how many time's y'all fight he more so just cheers you on

📯You don't give a fuck about other people, you worried about yourself and your man that's it. He could be telling you the hottest tea and you'll fall asleep

📯It's so bad you'll be so out of the loop. Like you know nothing, and you don't care, you just listen because you want to listen to whatever he says even if it's in one ear and out of the other for you.

"Oh my God, I forgot to tell you. Robot cloned himself from Rex because Robot, who wants us to call him Rudy now, likes Monster Girl. But Monster Girl looks nine, literally looks like a little kid and he wanted to crack that, but he says it's okay because they're biologically the same age now? I don't know. I just feel like seeing a nine-year-old and wanting to hit that is so weird even if you're mentally the same age.

Stealing the DNA of a grown man because you think a girl who looks like a little kid likes him is crazy as Hell-"

Before you just pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Can we go back to making out? I don't care about this."

And he's so down bad for you that he has the dumbest grin on his face.

"Okay." With literally the biggest smile on his face, you love the effect you have on him. Then you two are touching each other everywhere. Literally everywhere, you never noticed how big his hands were before they were down your panties, and his fingers were inside of you.

📯Oliver hates how much you two 'mate' it's so gross. You two wanted each other for the longest time, now that you have this man you weren't going to waste the chance to rub up on him.

📯It embarrassed you so bad to not only want someone but ALSO want someone to do crazy shit to you

📯Mark wants you so bad too but you're both pretty busy. Well Mark is, you chose not to partake in society, but you have your own stuff that you do when he isn't around. But that does not stop you two.

📯It doesn't stop him from coming up behind you and pressing his boner into you, running his hands up your stomach and over your breast.

📯Ironically y'all do not have fast sex. I know the whole super speed thing makes it seem like you two would but you two love each other and want to spend as much time together possible. Privacy is very important to you two as well, so there's nothing going on in public. You want to enjoy it, not feel like it's just a cheap fuck and that's it.

📯Mark is just happy he gets to touch you. But no, he also wants to be gentle with you. He lets you take the lead because it makes you comfortable. He's just a man at the end of the day. He's happy to just lay with you. And he knows giving up power freaks you out.

📯So, if that means taking great pleasure in you setting the pace when he does sometimes want to go as fast as he can and watch you lose yourself, he also knows intimacy is a big step for you

📯But you do go fast sometimes. It just lasts long. Lots of screaming. You've gotten noise complaints.

📯He holds you afterwards. He rubs your back but doesn't say much. Over time you get very used to just taking it easy. More comfortable talking about your feelings. But after something like sex where you've just shown him every single part of you, he isn't gonna push you to do something you've just gotten used too. There is comfort in silence.

📯If you did speak or lash out after sex or maybe during then it meant you were upset and needed to talk it out. But Mark knows the less you say the better you're feeling after something like that.

📯Similar to how you two got together. Comfort in silence. Silence in sitting together, feeling each other and rubbing each other's soft skin until someone falls asleep. Usually, you first then Mark follows after making sure you're comfortable.

📯All in all: you two love each other. He's crazy over you, you're crazy in general. It works! You guys are the most sickening couple, you don't care whose around or what's going on you're gonna keep being a hater and stunting on these hoes.

📯You struggle with PDA, at most you'll hold hands, or he'll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder in public. Mark understands and he doesn't need to stick his tongue down your throat in public.

📯You try to get along with everyone a little better for his sake, but Mark knows you have a mutual dislike with almost everyone. Mark doesn't care either. You get along with William, his mom and brother, that's all that matters. Those are the people Mark would take with him on a desert island, he doesn't want no one else out there with him.

📯You become more of a hero instead of anti-hero because Mark won't let you hang vilians upside down in the name of good until police could arrive.

(Okay this is getting way too long y'all so we're gonna pack it up. But I would totally write a short story about this couple. Like a little day trip and when you two finally hold hands for the first time in public. That would be so cute.)

📯Ultimately, Mark loves you. He loves how you refuse to play nice, how you refuse to be something you aren't. He also knows better than to push you. You've been through it of course, but he knows you're trying. For his sake, you try, and he appreciates that. He loves you; he supports you, he's there for you no matter what.

📯You love Mark so much. He keeps you grounded; he doesn't take your anger to heart. You're push people away from fear, but Mark is glued to your sight. You couldn't pry him off of you with a crowbar. He accepts you; he gives you the love you need. You appreciate how he doesn't try to force things with you. He's supportive but lets you figure yourself out and everyone needs that sometimes. He's your safe place, you're his favorite person in the entire world.

[bartonomy]

REGULUS BLACK AND THE ART OF LOVING A MADMAN ( WOMAN??)

PAIRING Regulus Black x Crouch!Fem! Reader

SYNOPSIS When you pick a fight with Mulciber (again), get hit with a particularly nasty hex (again), and land yourself in the hospital wing (again), Regulus has to work his usual charm on a professor to clean up your mess. Just another day in his fucking life.

CONTENT WARNING not proofread! ,crouch family slander, reader gets hurt, regulus getting pulled into things, fluff!!

WORD COUNT 1.8k

library.

Regulus Black regretted a lot of decisions in his life.

Most of them involved his family, some of them involved his choice of friends, and at least one of them involved that time Barty had convinced him to try a new spell that had made him vomit slugs for an hour. But on the top among his many regrets, the one that occupied his mind on a near-daily basis and might be the reason why his hair is greying at the ripe age of 16, was the fact that he had somehow, against all logic and reason, fallen in love with you out of all people.

And, unfortunately, the most insane person he had ever met.

“Stop them!” a first year yelled across the courtyard.

Regulus sighed deeply, already rubbing his temples. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake-”

He turned just in time to see you- his oh so lovely, brilliant and slightly deranged girlfriend- launching herself at Mulciber like a particularly homicidal pixie.

“Oh, brilliant,” Regulus muttered.

The duel had looked absolutely pathetic, if he was being honest. Spells were flying. Mulciber’s wand was raised, his face exasperated with anger and annoyance, while you looked totally unbothered, happy even, to be challenged. “You really want to do this, Crouch?”

“You looked at me funny,” you mused, as if that was a reasonable explanation. You showed no sign of actually doing any harm that day,he thinks, much to his surprise.

Merlin's buttocks, I'm getting too used to this mental buffoonery.

As if you could hear his thoughts (well, his steps weren't exactly quiet on the cobble stones), you added, "Care to repeat what you said about me and Barty as well, Mulci?"

Regulus let out a long-suffering sigh. Of course it about Barty. Barty Jr. could get away with murder in front of you, and you would still defend his honor as if he were some kind of noble martyr instead of an absolute menace.

For once, though, he wasn’t involved. He was sitting off to the side, watching the fight unfold with mild interest, completely unaware that his little sister was about to get herself hexed into oblivion on his behalf.

“I didn’t say anything that wasn't the truth, Black,” Mulciber was saying lazily to him. “And you know,” he drawled, twirling his wand between his fingers, “I always wondered how someone as uptight as Barty Sr. managed to spawn not one, but two utter disappointments.”

Regulus felt his girlfriend tense. Beside you, Barty went very still.

Mulciber smirked. “I mean, your brother’s already well on his way to becoming a Ministry disgrace. But you-” He let out a low whistle. “I don’t know if you’re worse because you’re reckless or because you don’t even realize it.”

Regulus sighed. Oh, for Merlin’s sake.

Barty scoffed, looking deeply unbothered. “Well, you would be an expert on family disappointments, Mulciber. How is your Squib cousin, by the way?”

Mulciber’s smirk faltered. His wand snapped up. That was it.

"Sectumsempra!"

You barely dodged it, eyes narrowing. “Alright, you little freak, where the hell did you learn-”

Regulus was already moving, pushing through the gathering crowd of Slytherins who had circled around, waiting for blood. “Protego!” Regulus flicked his wand just in time to deflect the bombarda that was just blasted- your spell, because of course you weren't backing down. No, you were going straight for the kill. “Reggie!” you whined. “I had him!”

“No, you didn’t,” Regulus said flatly.

“Mulciber, you have the nerve to continue this child's play,” Barty Jr. called from the sidelines. He didn’t sound particularly concerned. Mulciber smirked. “the little rat has nothing against me.”

He caught his girlfriend’s eye- “Don’t kill him." you just winked. And then, with a graceful, almost lazy movement, you flicked you wand. “Expelliarmus.”

Mulciber barely dodged. He fired back, sneering- “Stupefy!” You stepped casually aside, as if dodging wasn’t even an effort. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, love.”

Mulciber growled and raised his wand. “Depulso!” You twirled your wand midair defending yourself, as if the interaction was boring you immensely. The force of the impact barely even ruffled your hair.

Barty let out a mocking yawn. “Come on, Mulciber. You hex like a first year.” Mulciber’s face twisted with anger. “At least I have some dignity,” he spat. “Unlike your sister, who has none. It’s pathetic, really. A Crouch playing attack dog for a Black?”

Regulus’s jaw clenched. He looked at his girlfriend, and you were smiling, Not in a nice way. Oh, he was so done for.

You tilted your head, mockingly thoughtful. “You know what’s really pathetic, Mulciber?”Mulciber scowled. “What?”

You only flicked your wand. “Silencio.”

His mouth disappeared, where once his lips were, was now a blank canvas of skin. Mulciber’s eyes widened. He tried to speak- but only muffled words came out.

Barty burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s just cruel, tiger” Mulciber’s face twisted with rage. He furiously swiped his wand to counter the curse- but you didn’t let him. With one smooth, effortless motion, you fired another spell.

“Locomotor Mortis.”*

Mulciber stumbled. His legs went jelly-like, his knees buckling beneath him. Regulus exhaled. “Chéri, are you playing with your food?”

“Obviously.”

Mulciber seethed silently. He furiously gestured with his wand and you deflected the curse midair with zero effort. At this point, he was shaking with fury. His pride- his absolute refusal to lose to a damn Crouch-took over. His eyes flashed and he pointed his wand. A muffled “Confringo!” could be heard as red streaks came blasting towards you.

Regulus’s stomach dropped. The spell hit you square in the shoulder, sending you flying backwards with a sickening crack. “Bloody hell-” Regulus lunged forward, catching you just before you hit the ground.

Your robes were singed, your arm at an unnatural angle that would make a troll wince, and, of course, you were still trying to get back up. “ I swear to my ancestors souls, let me at him, Regulus, before-”

Regulus tightened his grip, pushing you down gently. “You are not dueling with a broken arm.”

You huffed. “I could still win.”

“You could also die,” Regulus snapped. He turned to Mulciber, eyes cold. “Are you quite finished?”

Mulciber raised his hands frantically, gesturing to you and back to barty as if to say 'Hey, she started it!'

Regulus didn’t argue. You had, in fact, started it. But that didn’t make this situation any less infuriating.

“Barty,” he called. “A little help?”

Said boy finally got up from his seat, leisurely strolling over like this wasn’t a life-or-death situation. He peered down at his sister with a critical eye, then shrugged. “You’ll live.”

You groaned. “That’s your concern?”

“You look fine to me,” he said cheerfully. “Besides, I think you got one good hit in." Regulus was going to lose his mind. “You are both insane,” he muttered.

“Thanks,” they said at the same time.

Regulus was already tired. He hadn’t even had breakfast yet. This was supposed to be a normal day. But no, his girlfriend had to pick a fight before 8 AM.

Merlin’s beard, this family was going to be the death of him.

Regulus was not built for this kind of stress. He ran a calloused hand through his pale face, cursing the gods for giving him a reckless bomb of a girlfriend when he once, pathetically, called upon them in his third year.

Meanwhile, Barty- who had been doubled over, laughing at Mulciber from the bed opposite the room, finally spoke, grinning.

“That was brilliant,” he told his sister. “Merlin, I love you. This is why you’re my favorite sibling.”

“You don’t have any other siblings,” Regulus pointed out dryly.

“Exactly!” Barty beamed.

On Godrick's balls, was he tired.

He sat next to your bed, watching as Madam Pomfrey fussed over your arm. The hex had done more than break the bone- it had burned through your sleeve (from your brand new robes, if you might add), leaving angry red scorch marks trailing down your shoulder.

You were delighted by this, and he was flabbergasted.

“I bet it’ll scar,” you said excitedly. “That’s wicked, am I right?”

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. It’s not wicked. It’s downright idiotic.”

Madam Pomfrey sighed, already immune to your nonsense. “You’ll be fine by morning, dear. But you’re staying here for now.”

That was fine. That was great, actually. What wasn’t great was the fact that Slughorn was already marching into the room, looking both concerned and exasperated.

Regulus immediately straightened, preparing himself for an hour (more like 10 minutes with the way that mustache of a man rambles) of scolding.

“Miss Crouch,” Slughorn sighed. “Another duel?”

“She started it,” Regulus said quickly, ever the dutiful boyfriend.

His girlfriend shot him a betrayed look. “Regulus!”

Slughorn shook his head. “Detention, I’m afraid.”

Regulus tilted his head, sliding into his usual charming demeanor. “Professor, surely you can’t punish someone who’s already suffered so much.”

Slughorn frowned. “She hexed Mulciber.”

Regulus offered a smile, smooth as silk, looking past the man to the occupied bed with said subject. “And he hexed her back. Quite viciously, I might add. The poor girl nearly lost consciousness in my arms. It was tragic, really.”

His girlfriend scoffed. “I was fine.”

Regulus nudged you sharply under the blanket. “You were barely breathing,” he said dramatically.

Slughorn looked hesitant. Regulus pushed harder.

“I carried her here myself,” he continued, voice just the right amount of pained. “Do you really think she deserves detention after such an ordeal?”

Slughorn sighed, rubbing his temples. “…Very well. But no more dueling.”

Regulus smiled, victorious. “Of course, Professor.” Slughorn gave them one last weary look before leaving.

The second he was gone, you gaped at him “You are actually insane,” you said scandalized and eyes wide.

Regulus smirked. “You’re welcome. Perhaps we can star our mornings not risking our lives and you know, go to the great hall like normal witches, hm?"

You only beamed up to him, leaning back against the pillows. “You love me.”

Regulus exhaled, already exhausted again.

“…Tragically, yes. I do”

[periprose]

Hi! :)

I’m craving some Logan Howlett angsty fluff and I really like your writing style… Do you think you could maybe do a fic where either Logan and reader are in the heat of the moment and his claws come out and he scratches her. Or where Logan has a nightmare and the same thing happens. Either way the reader ends up comforting him.

Thank you! 🩷 :)

Hi!! So sorry for getting to this so late 🥹 loved the idea btw :) ended up doing a bit of a mix of both? If that makes sense.

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"Out with it."

Your voice rings out clearly among the X-Men, the throng of battle no longer around you all. It was a more exhausting battle than you would've thought, but nothing irks you more than knowing that Logan has been apparently thinking of you as someone to play babysitter to. He hadn't trusted you to make your final blow to the enemy, and instead scooped you away to safety before lashing out with his own claws.

Logan clearly has something to say to you, and you want to hear it. You're not going to let him escape again- the way he always does, nonchalantly, refusing to acknowledge how he treats you.

Charles stiffens next to you in the helicarrier. Watching the tension, feeling the palpable heart-wrenching sensation between you and Logan. He doesn't know how you got to this point.

"Listen. Just because you didn't have it doesn't mean you're not a good X-Man-" Logan starts dismissively.

"But I did! I did have it!" You shout back at him, and then inhale carefully. "Nobody told you to rescue me, Logan. If I was about to die, then I was. I wanted that to be on my own terms."

"Don't talk like you're a fucking martyr when you've never had the privilege, kid." Logan's unnecessarily harsh tone has you flinching. "Do you know how many people I've seen die, for no good reason? Do you really want a bunch of Pentagon psychos to be your last memory?"

"Shut up." You shift in your seat, feeling small. "We don't get to choose when we die. Not like you."

Logan becomes visibly angered with that, the little taunt you've made towards his immortality. "That doesn't mean you have to go seek it out, dumbass."

"Oh really? Don't tell me you're getting soft, Logan." You glare at him, and Charles and Jean and Scott look at each other uncertainly. "Just because your life is so long doesn't mean the rest of us have forgotten what it means to be alive."

There's an unspoken, sudden charge in the air, now that you've mentioned what everyone else has the good sense to shut up about- Logan having lived so long and not caring about the consequences of his actions. Logan's eyes narrow until you feel sure that you've pushed him too far this time- he looks more animal than human, more Wolverine than ever- and you feel yourself inching forward, letting the anger of not being understood push you to fighting him- and Charles suddenly raises his hand in protest.

"Please, you two. I'm not sure what has transpired today, but I know you are better than choosing to have a physical altercation on a helicarrier flight." His calm, soothing tone makes you feel a little disappointed in yourself, and you settle back in your seat, refusing to meet his or Jean's glances of concern.

/

All you really wanted was an apology. A "Sorry, I won't do that again." Or even an explanation for why Logan keeps tabs on you all the time, never letting you be a real part of the X-Men, always safely on the sidelines. Were you just too weak?

Should you even be here?

You feel guilty for what you said to him. It's not a bad thing, you know, that Logan doesn't want you to get hurt- it's just that you want to do your job. You're not a kid.

It almost, almost justifies how you treated him, but even you know that was too far. You can't act as if you know Logan's life story- not even Charles or Jean would claim to do that, and they've searched his mind for memories several times.

Like it or not, the man was mysterious. He kept to himself on a lot of things, citing past hurt as his reason why- and you should've respected that.

"Maybe I am weak." You mutter to yourself, wondering why you can't restrain your emotions around Logan.

You're practicing shooting small, psionic blasts towards the target in your room- it's a great way to pass the time when you can't sleep- when you hear a groan, a shudder, an angry, deep growl-

It sounds like Logan. His room is right above yours, and the sounds are definitely coming from there- you hear him yell, and before you can stop yourself, you're bounding up the stairs to the third floor of the X-Mansion, bursting through his room's door with a ready hand, in case you need to fight.

/

Logan watches as you berate him in his dream.

Actually, it's not quite you- it's some venomous, evil, witch wearing your face. You giggle at him- you call him old- you don't take him seriously.

With every taunt, you fire another bright purple blast at him- and for once, his body doesn't heal instantaneously. He is getting old, getting hurt, watching as blood pools out of him. It's agonizingly painful.

He's going to die this time, without making it right with you- he's afraid that you're right about him, that he's a washed up sad old man who can't ever let people in.

"We don't need you anymore, Logan..." The not-you whispers softly, smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, and Logan can't help but believe it.

His self preservation instincts kick in, and he launches forward, snarling, claws out with a sharp snikt sound. He feels that even though he'll regret your death, he'll miss you immensely, it's just one more tally mark to several others.

/

"Logan. Logan!"

You're leaning over Logan's sweaty, clammy body in his bed. You watch as his hands fist in the sheets, and he tosses and turns in agony- you breathe in hesitation, in fear that he's not going to be okay- he grunts suddenly, and you're reminded of how Rogue tells you about his nightmares. They're frequent.

How out of touch could you have been today?

You gently-yet-firmly grab Logan's arm, shaking, and his arms move forward in a self-defense mechanism that seems practiced, as if he's been attacked in his sleep before, and before you can move away, there's a sharp snikt sound, a quick wave of claws, and a searing pain in your side.

It all happens before you can even blink. You fall off to the side, on the floor, writhing in pain. Logan's claws just nicked your side, it's essentially a scratch- but the pain is so much worse than you're expecting, and you fall to the floor again as you try to get up.

You breathe in harshly, holding back a sob, as you feel wet blood pooling through the side of your night dress.

"Jesus Christ." Logan pounces off the bed, waking to blood all over his claws, and he's leaning over your body, as you blink up at him hesitantly. He immediately panics, lifting you up and resting you on his squatted thighs. "Kid! Hey, kid, don't close your eyes-"

"..." You're just barely hanging on, but you listen.

And Logan feels that same sense of shame he felt when he attacked Rogue, when Jean "died", every single time he had accidentally unsheathed his claws towards someone who didn't deserve it.

Doubly so, considering it's like his terrible nightmare has come to life. But you absolutely didn't do anything wrong- he can't believe he was so angry with you.

He calls for help, in a slightly broken tone, and no one seems to be coming.

"Just a scratch." You try, but Logan shakes his head.

"No, no, no." Logan spits out. "How could I- I never meant to-"

"I'm sorry, Logan." You cough, and Logan feels awful that you're apologizing while bleeding out due to his actions. "I shouldn't have said what I said. You're not some unreliable old man who doesn't care..."

You flinch at a sudden, sharp pain, and Logan motions for you to stop talking, but you keep going.

"If anything, you're the opposite. You're there for me. And I'm sorry that I got so... so angry at you for that." You mutter to yourself, not aware of how Logan hangs onto your words. "You're protecting me from making mistakes, and I'm grateful."

"No, kid. You had a point before." Logan interjects, but you shake your head.

"Did I? Or was I being a brat?" You grimace at yourself.

"You did have a point. I was being selfish," Logan shakes his head and then swallows that urge to push you away. "I don't always know how to leave people well enough alone. Sometimes I'm too much."

He hesitates, and then continues on. "Like, I treat you as if you're a nuisance, right? But I always... I always want you next to me. And I know I should just sort my shit out like an adult. But I'm scared."

"Scared?"

"Of what happens. What always happens." Logan sighs in defeat. "I fall in love, and they die. I find my people, and they leave me because I'm such a jackass. There's too much surrounding me that just... ruins everything."

"No, no. I won't leave." You tighten your hand around Logan's, and he, despite wanting to say that you're wounded because of him, believes you. He's so grateful to hear you say it- he had no idea that's what was weighing on him so badly.

He loves you, he knows he does. Logan has never been the best with feelings, but for once, he's glad he was honest.

The first thing Scott sees when he finally makes his way to Logan's room, from all the way across the X-Mansion, is Logan whispering "I'm sorry," and... he thinks (he's not 100% sure), "I love you," to your very forlorn, softly curved-around-him body.

It's a very tender moment, and Scott feels he should leave.

Then Logan presses a firm, shaky kiss on your forehead, and then your lips, and you, with your limited reserve of energy, kiss him back, and then Scott interjects with:

"Hey!...?"

He seems taken aback as you both look at him. "I heard screaming? What is this, some sort of weird cult sacrificial scenario?"

"Logan... had a... nightmare..." You wince, and Scott sees the red on your night gown. "I need... medical attention."

"On it." Scott glances at Logan for permission, and he's currently trying to push all these mushy feelings back into his chest where they belong, and he wants to be there to help you in the clinic, but he's flustered with everything that's happened and he can only hand you to Scott without looking at him.

Scott smirks to himself as he runs you to the clinic of the X-Mansion.

"You and Logan, huh? I knew there was something in that fight today." Scott remarks as you cling to him.

"It's taken an embarrassingly long time for me to figure it out, but yeah." You blush. "Has everyone else...?"

"Jean's been running a bet for the last year." Scott laughs. "She says you both are two sides of the same coin."

You can't help but agree.