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sugarcoated-lame · 1 year

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Hourglass | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

*all of my works are 18+, minors do not interact, you will be blocked (:

Summary: this is a songfic inspired by Hourglass by Catfish and the Bottlemen

or you and Bradley are reunited after months apart and realize just how hard you’ve fallen for each other

WC: 2360

Warnings: 18+ only minors dni, literally just tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of smut, a hint of angst at the beginning if you squint, mentions of pregnancy, some really silly baby names, just two fools in love

A/N: thank you my love @sebsxphia for letting me rant about this idea in your inbox a couple weeks ago, I hope you enjoy <3

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Know when you’re gone I struggle at night

Dreams of you fucking me all the time

And I know you’re tied up

And I know your phone’s fucked

I’m craving your calls like a soldier’s wife

I wanna bring you home myself

Bring you home myself

Five months. It had been five long months since you had last seen your boyfriend, Bradley. Five months of longing—missing his smile, his warm touch, his even warmer honey colored eyes that always look at you like you’re the only person that matters in the world.

Countless nights spent dreaming about his strong body and his hands and how he’d make you fall apart underneath them. Months of struggling to sleep alone, missing the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms because you’d started to feel more at home in his bed than in your own.

You’d only been together for a little over three months when Bradley got word that he’d have to leave for deployment. His first since your relationship began. Five long months spent thousands of miles away from the sweet, handsome pilot that you’ve grown to want to spend all of your time with.

You knew it was going to be hard, but you couldn’t have expected just how hard it would be. How much you would miss him. The lack of contact and the not knowing if Bradley was okay was beginning to get to you, the sporadic phone calls hardly enough to tide you over.

So, you were more than happy when you received a call from Bradley a week earlier, letting you know he was coming home and that he wanted you to pick him up from the base, because your face was the first one he wanted to see.

You, too, couldn’t wait to finally see Bradley with your own two eyes. To hear the deep, raspy tone of his voice outside the confines of a phone, and feel the radiating warmth of his touch without the barrier of thousands of miles between you.

It almost feels unreal to be standing here now, on the naval base awaiting Bradley’s return, antsy and debating pinching yourself as you stand alongside the other families and loved ones waiting for their own aviators’ safe return. Your back straightens up as you watch a sea of dark green flight suits begin to pour out of the carrier and in your general direction.

You and Bradley seem to spot each other at the same time. His mustached lips break into that boyish smile as a giddy one lights up your own face, and you watch him clap the sweet looking, glasses-wearing aviator he’s talking to on the shoulder before separating from him and starting towards you with a new spring in his step.

After a few moments that feel like they pass in slow motion, Bradley finally reaches you. Carelessly dropping the small duffle bag that holds his belongings to the ground, he wastes no time pulling you into his strong arms.

Your face pressed into his chest, enveloped by his warmth and his scent—a bit the fresh, piney cologne you’ve always known him to wear, a little bit of sweat, and the pleasant musk that is just so inherently Bradley. The two of you stay like that for a few long moments, just reveling in being in each other’s presence for the first time in months.

You pull back and take a moment to just look at him—all sandy hair and golden skin, honeyed eyes squinting a bit in the harsh sunlight. Big and broad and even more beautiful than you remember, if that’s even possible.

Bradley’s mustached lips quirk back up as he grins down at you again. He looks tired, but happy to see you.

Your hands slide up from his chest to the short hair at the nape of Bradley’s neck, and you can’t hold back from pulling him down into a kiss. Bradley’s just as eager, a hand on the small of your back bringing you in closer as his lips move against yours. Slow and languid, just enjoying the moment.

“I missed you, baby girl.” His words are murmured against your lips.

You don’t clue him in on how hard these past five months have been without him. How you already struggled to sleep at night without him next to you. How his calls, though far and few, had been like a lifeline for you.

You just reattach your lips to his in a bruising kiss that you hope conveys the emotions you’re not sure you’re verbally ready to express just yet. “I missed you, too.”

You don’t know that all of those same emotions are swirling through Bradley’s mind too.

Bradley’s tongue begs for entrance at the seam of your lips and there’s a collective sigh from the both of you when you let him in. You’re in silent agreement that five months is far too long to go without this feeling.

You’re not entirely sure how long you continue on like that—seconds or minutes—you and Bradley both forgetting that you’re in public as your tongues tangle together, mouths moving in a smooth rhythm that you’re happy to register still feels familiar after so much time apart.

You only remember your surroundings when the raucous sounds of cheering hit your ears. You spring back from Bradley to see a few of his fellow aviators a short distance away, hollering at your public display of affection. Your cheeks heat as a handsome blonde—Hangman, you recall Bradley telling you—obnoxiously imitates a rooster call.

Your gaze returns to Bradley, whose face is just as flushed as yours; an adorable scowl on his features that pulls a quiet giggle from you as he raises a hand to flip off his friends.

Pressing one last kiss to his lips and one to the corner of his jaw, you reach out and tug on Bradley’s hand. “Come on, Flyboy. Let’s get you home.”

With a gruff, chuckled “yes, ma’am” Bradley leans down to pick up his duffle with his free hand. He gently squeezes your hand that’s still holding his other one, and he lets you lead the way to your car.

Come back, move in, mess my place

Chest infect me, waste my days

‘Cause I know you love to drive me up the wall

I know you love to drive me up the wall

I wanna bring you home myself

Bring you home myself

Bradley loved the sight of you in his home. You, in his Hawaiian shirts or ratty Navy tees, nothing but your panties underneath. Sat atop his kitchen counter, the mess from the breakfast you cooked for him still surrounding you while he stands between your legs, kissing you breathless. You, curled up on the couch next to him while you watch tv, trying—and failing—to stay awake, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart in your ear as you lay against his chest.

But, what Bradley thinks he enjoys seeing most is you as you are now. Laying under the silky sheets on his bed, skin still bare from the hours spent tangled up with him between said sheets.

Your hair is sprawled across his pillow, the scent of your shampoo captivating his senses. Your shining eyes are staring up at him with nothing but pure adoration. He wishes he could have you like this every day.

And I’m so impatient when you’re not mine

I just wanna catch up on all the lost times

And I’ll say I’m sorry if I sound sordid

‘Cause all I really ever want is you

It’s as you’re lying on your sides facing one another, your nimble fingers running through Bradley’s curls as the two of you quietly catch each other up on anything either of you missed during your months apart, that it hits Bradley just how hard he’s falling for you. Despite more or your relationship up to this point being spent apart than together. How much he’s missed this.

And, before his brain can catch up, he’s telling you just that.

“Fuck, I missed you. I thought about you every second I was away.” Bradley moves his body to hover over yours like he had a number of times already, since getting you into his bed earlier in the afternoon.

“Really?” Your one-word question is a quiet whisper with a hint of disbelief, and you’re sure that the expression on your face as you look up at him matches the lovesick one he wears on his own.

Bradley’s lips can’t help but quirk up into a grin at that shy look of adoration he’s come to love so well, like you’re afraid to let him in on just how much you’ve fallen for him. He wants to make it known that he’s fallen just as hard.

“Mhm,” Bradley gives a small nod, golden brown eyes peering down at you with an intensity that makes you want to squirm underneath him.

“Missed those big, beautiful Bambi eyes,” he leans down to press a featherlight kiss to each of your eyelids, a giggle escaping you as you close your eyes for him, Bradley’s mustache tickling the thin skin.

“This cute little nose,” he places another kiss on the tip of your nose, “and these adorable, pouty lips.”

Bradley’s thumb runs along your plush bottom lip before gently pulling down and watching it flip back into place.

When he finally leans in closer to kiss you, you can’t help but smile into it. Bradley pulls away, only slightly, his eyes still focused on your lips.

“And that sweet smile… thought about that pretty much every second of every day. Couldn’t wait to come home and see that again.”

Your smile could only grow at his words, absolutely beaming up at him, eyes sparkling and Bradley can’t help but grin right back at you.

“There she is,” he lets out a breathless chuckle before leaning back in to kiss you again. Smiling lips pressed against smiling lips. Teeth slightly knocking together, but you’re both too love-drunk to care. “That’s the one.”

Offer my hand and I’ll take your name

Share my shower, kiss my frame

‘Cause I wanna carry all of your children

And I wanna call them stupid shit

It’s late into the night now as you and Bradley find yourselves cuddled back up in the blankets of his warm bed. Legs intertwined, your limbs heavy and sated from exertion, pleasantly sore. You’re holding one of Bradley’s large hands and absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

It’s now Bradley’s turn to play with your hair, deft fingers of his free hand running through the tendrils; still damp from the shower you just shared, smoothing strands away from your face and twirling the ends around his fingers. Both of you, unbeknownst to the other, silently daydreaming about a future with the person lying next to you.

Bradley kisses your forehead lightly before pulling you into his warm chest, where he feels you yawn against his skin

“Tired?” You don’t have to see the mirth in Bradley’s eyes to detect the hint of smugness in his tone when he asks the question.

He knows that last round in the shower—pinned up against the slippery tile by his hips as he fucked into you, your legs hooked over the crook of his elbows as he held you up–definitely wore you out.

“Yeah,” your breathy laugh fans against the plane of his chest, “I don’t think I can feel my legs. Might just have to marry you if you keep fucking me like that.”

Bradley tilts his head to lay a kiss to the crown of your hair and hums almost pensively, “Mm- I like the sound of that… Mrs. Bradshaw.”

You can’t contain the giggles that escape your lips at his words and man, does Bradley love that sound.

You press your lips to his pec in a sweet kiss before tilting your head up to look at him, the two of you grinning at each other like lovesick fools at the notion of being married; of spending the rest of your lives together.

“We can get married and you can keep me in this bed forever, and we’ll have like a million little mustached babies.”

Now it’s Bradley who can’t contain his laughter, the vibrations of his bare chest jostling yours that’s covered by his old Navy t-shirt, and you can’t help but join him, tinkling giggles mingling with his heartier chuckles.

“Yeah, they’d be born with a full-on Tom Selleck stache. We could call them ‘Magnum, P.I’, or-“

“The Lorax,” you interrupt him, the both of you still giggling. “What if it’s a girl?”

You nearly swoon at how adorable Bradley looks in that moment, like a confused puppy as he tilts his head in thought. “Uh… Magnella?”

Your head dips back down to lean on his chest as you laugh into his skin. “Oh god, that’s awful!”

Bradley’s missed this feeling these last few months. Laughing with you, your body pressed tightly against him to absorb his furnace-like warmth, and he thinks for a moment that he’s damn near ready to leave the navy if it means he never has to miss this again.

He wraps his arms around you a little tighter, still chuckling as he drops a featherlight kiss to your head. “Well, she has a mustache, she’s already doomed.”

You and Bradley both know it’s too soon, but neither one of you can help but think that you’d be more than happy to spend your lives together.

Get married, buy a pretty house with a picket fence, have a few—hopefully mustache-less—babies, and spend every night together wrapped up in his warm bed and his even warmer embrace.

Those three little words that neither of you have yet to say linger in the air as you fall asleep that night. Wrapped up in Bradley’s strong arms, your cheek comfortably squished against his chest as he holds you like he never wants to let you go again. You both dream that night of a future that you hope to one day build into a reality.

Thank you for reading! x

Tagging a few people I think might be interested: @sunlightmurdock @wkndwlff @bradshawsbitch @lewmagoo @roleycoleyreccenter @teacupsandtopgun <3

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satocidal · 7 months

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— 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒<3

(factual speed run!): Rome is — 18, South Asian, entp (7w8), favourite colour? Red and Gold but what’ll you do anyways…she/her, a full-time-student—STEM, raging bisexual, bilingual. This is, as per my indecisiveness, a multi fandom blog now hehe

˚ ༘💭⋆｡˚ — (what’s goin’ on in that gorgeous brain of yours?): Rome is thinking — of her husbands and wives<3 especially of Suguru Geto because just about men who hate your guts and will also rearrange them for you makes me horny. In an eternal poly relationship with SatoSugu and honourable mentions to my side bae Shoko.

(music that is blessed!): Rome Listens to — Hozier, Mitski, Cavetown, Artic Monkeys, Lost Stories, Zeph, Nanku, The Yellow Diaries, Neighbourhood, Young The Giants, Catfish and the bottlemen, Hoosiers, pat!d, lumineers, one direction, Lorde, Mother Mother, Wallows, Girl in Red, Marina, Alec Benjamin

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—my general likes: coffee and tea, vanilla scented things, sour candies, psychological thriller, mangas, maths and physics and classic literature, drama, random silly little debates on mundane topics, star-gazing, watching sun-rise, organised phones, raspberries, men who are smarter than, women who are stronger than me, late night walks, hot showers, watching people do makeup (because I can’t), doing my hair, dancing, silly little skirts, caramel flavoured things, pasta, baking, a lot- like a lot of academic validation<3

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—What I will write:

most genres at any given time- angst, fluff, smut. I do accept requests and will write anything ranging from drabbles and Headcanons to longer fics (+2k words); I do age up all my characters (given I mostly write for adults anyways) even if there’s no smut; I am fine with most kinks too, just check what I don’t write for a heads up.

It may that you sent a request and I never worked on it or maybe even said I would and then nothing ever happened, I’m sorry but sometimes that’s how it is. Often I don’t have enough motivation and I’m an ask-hoarder so even as I write, I have month old asks stored in—it’s nothing personal at all in fact I may just corporate your ask/request/thirst in a longer fic as I please (sorry not sorry my love)

I’m fine with writing angsty stuff too, blood and gore, character deaths, polyamory, character x reader x character or character x reader; I usually write Fem! Reader unless requested otherwise (I’m not experienced much with Male! Reader though);

my reader inserts are always fem! Bodied and devoid of any other particular physical features (may sometimes be defined as chubby but yes); dub-con; concept of physical/mental abuse (works will be properly tagged or trigger warned)

—What I won’t write: water sports; monster fucking(may hold exceptions); omegaverse; indulgence in bodily fluids (except blood and cum); rape; non-con; pedophilia; incest, any kind of discrimination; scat; lolli-con

—What fandoms I work on: Shinjeki no Kyojin; Boku no hero piko; Jujutsu kaisen; Haikyuu!!; Tokyo Revengers; Bungo Stray Dogs

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mmingooo · 1 year

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but if it means that we get through || lee minho

warnings: none.

genre: fluff.

pairing: lee minho gn!reader

word count: 1,0k words.

notes: hello everyone! i hope you’ll enjoy this, i was inspired by the song anything by catfish and the bottlemen, so i highly suggest you read this while listening to that song, it’s really good, but anyways, enjoy <3

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It gets difficult to talk when you nearly deafen me 'cause you start laughing

hearing your laugh made minho’s heart skip a beat, he loved every time you tried to hold back your laugh when he told you an inappropriate joke when you’re in public, he loved hearing you laugh from the other room while you’re probably watching videos on your phone, he loved hearing your laugh when you were talking to one your or his friends.

he loved your genuine, but when you fake laughed at something someone you don’t like, he loved the condesending tone it had, like you were mocking the way that person was trying to be funny and clearly failing.

your laugh was loud, if you were on the other side of town and laughed, he was sure he would hear it loud and clear, so when your faces were just a few inches away and you laughed and almost deafened him, he covered his ears and with a fond smile he thought that if it means that we get through he’ll attatch his fingers to his ears if he has to, just to be near you whenever you loudly laughed.

and though you’ll mix up every detail, of every story that your ever gonna tell me

“and when i arrived there, there was this huge almost like pool of water because of how much water she spilled- oh wait, no i forgot to tell you that before i arrived, i bumped into this one guy i knew from college...”

what were you even talking about?, minho had no idea, he payed full attention to your crazy story of how the event you attended went, but honestly, from how much you mixed up the details, he had no idea what happened and when.

it was always like this, you begin telling him about your day and you always forget to tell him this little detail that you could forget to tell him and it would not matter because it didnt affect the common thread of the story, but to you it was essential that he knew everything, even when you almost stepped on gum or saw an airplane on the sky above you.

he never knew what was going on, he was always confused and he knew you always forgot why you were telling him this in the first place, you always began telling him something about work or your coworkers, and always ended up having a heart to heart conversation about your childhoods.

but as minho heard you tell your story and updating him on the latest gossip while mixing everything up, he thought if it means that we get through, he’s willing to use all his brain power to try to understand what you were telling him.

You know I never wanna trouble you when you're working so I always try to wait

deadlines, new projects, trying to figure out why excel wasn't doing what you were trying to make it do, answering calls... you were busy, very busy, and minho was eager to tell you all about what jisung had told him on the phone a few minutes ago, but as he saw you moving from typing on your computer, to going on your phone and back to your computer, he thought it wouldn’t hurt him to wait just another hour until you were free.

he knew you always wanted to give your devoted attention whenever he had something to say, always looking up from your phone when he began talking, your eyes never leaving his, always putting down the kitchen knife and leaving your task of making lunch when he came into the kitchen calling your name, and always getting up from your bed and going to whatever room he was at when he told you through text he wanted to tell you something.

so minho thought that if it means that we get through, he will sit in the same room as you while you work away and enjoy your presence, loving how much effort you put into your work and knowing that when you're ready, you will get up, go sit next to him and ask him to tell you everything.

And when we drink it just gets funnier and to be honest I don't mind us drunk

getting drunk together was one of minho’s favorite activities, he loved the way your reactions would change every time you drank, one time you could be bawling your eyes out and the next, you could be laughing 30 minutes straight about something you don’t even remember.

but when you two drank together, you always boosted each other and bounced off of each other, he didn’t mind being drunk alone or with his friends and he actually enjoyed it, but with you, it was different, because not only you would be laughing nonstop, you would have the most intimate moments you that you didn’t remember next morning, but would still carry the feelings of last night, and minho honestly thought that if it means that we get through, he didn’t mind not remembering why you were laughing and what was that one deep conversation you were having because it was better to just live in the moment and not care about memories when he was with you.

You know I always try to settle you when I'm away 'cause we struggle sometimes

and when he’s away, and you’re laying alone in your bed, and you begin having doubts and struggle to stay fine, and call him in the middle of the night and he’s not asleep yet because he’s worrying about the same things you are, he tries to settle you and convinces you he loves you more than anything in the world and tells you he would never leave your side even if he’s a thousand miles away.

he reminds you that you are his and he is yours, and tells you how much he loves every little detail and flaw, and that to him, you are perfect, and he doesn’t need anything or anyone else. you are the one that makes him happy, you are the one who makes him laugh and you are the one who always says the thing he needs to hear when he’s down and needs help getting back up.

and when you hang up, feeling relieved, minho thinks that if it means that we get through he doesn’t mind having to reassure you every time you need that you’re the one that he loves.

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goldustwomun · 2 years

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something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. plus, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

pt ii. slipping through my fingers (3.3k+) ✦ by declan mckenna

pt iii. all of me wants all of you (3.3k+) ✦ ❋ by sufjan stevens

pt iv. fluctuate by catfish & the bottlemen

pt v. where do we go now? by gracie abrams

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Tim Bradford

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sparks (coming soon) by coldplay

someone to love (coming soon) by fountains of wayne

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espresso-lessdepresso · 2 years

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Fluff Alphabet HC: abc, def, ghi, jkl, mno, pqr, stu, vwx, yz + bonus

V - Vulnerable — What’s something their s/o does that makes them weak to their knees?

There are times when Schlatt would get overwhelmed in social situations or maybe by overworking. Sure most people would not see him getting overwhelmed by the huge crowd and booming sound, but you, having been in a relationship for so long, would be able to recognize this whenever it would happen. Schlatt would be fidgeting with his phone, scrolling mindlessly or staring at his PC screen unable to think clearly when you would slide your hand into his, letting him know that you are there for him if he needed you. Wordless support. An anchor even. This would let him know that he isn’t alone and doesn’t have to do things by himself. This would further extend into squeezing his shoulder or knee. Perhaps even a full-on bear hug (regardless if there is a size difference, small bear hugs exist) from the back if you two are spared some privacy.

Also, whenever Schlatt would put up his Big Guy demeanour in front of you, mean and tough and all, and you challenge him back by putting your face directly in front of his - that just leaves him flustered. He wouldn’t be able to figure out how to respond because he would want to double down on his act but his facade completely shatters. When you would leave after ‘winning’, Schlatt would have to sit down with both hands covering his face, trying to recover quickly.

W - Witty — What was their reaction to making their s/o laugh for the first time?

Chances are Schlatt didn’t care or notice at first. But after figuring out how he felt towards you, and seeing you laugh in that new light, Schlatt’s reaction would be nothing but giddy. Would try his hardest to not look weird smiling at himself or staring at you while you laugh. Schlatt would feel a sense of accomplishment whenever you would laugh or chuckle at his jokes. He would also thoroughly enjoy it whenever you would clap back at him and his snarky remarks and jokes. This sort of bantering would be the starting spark to your guy’s relationship.

X - Xylophone — What is a song that describes the relationship or their feelings towards their s/o?

Cocoon by Catfish and the Bottlemen

“I cocoon

‘Round your shoulders

When you’re half-cut

And you’re frozen

And you’ve got that visible breathing

You’re depending on me again”

“I remember when we

Swapped names and I thought maybe

You’d stay and try and out-drink me

Your friends all hated it”

“But fuck it if they talk

Fuck it if they try and get to us

’Cause I’d rather go blind

Than let you down”

Business by Catfish and the Bottlemen

“I wanna make it by business

I wanna tolerate drunk you honey

I wanna make it my problem”

“Listen I know that you said you’d be sleeping

Babe, it’s been enough night

Narcissistic but fuck it, I’m calling

I need to know you’re alright

You see, now, I’ve found a lover

Who can be in peace with my mother

And ain’t ever letting you go”

I Ain’t Ever Loved No One - Acoustic by Donovan Woods, Tenille Townes

“I guess before I met you

I didn’t know better

But you swept in out of nowhere

And you set the bar

For this stubborn heart”

“And when you met my family

Everybody know that you had me wrapped

I ain’t ever loved no one like that

And when I said I loved you

I didn’t care if you said it back

I ain’t ever loved no one like that”

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japkitsune · 11 months

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make you my business | gojo x f!reader

summary: you and Gojo are in a physical relationship (fuck buddies/fwb) but you two unknowingly start wanting more

content: fuck buddies/fwb setup, f! reader, nsfw, smut and fluff, you and gojo are both teachers at jujutsu tech

word count: 8.1k

a/n: this is the first fic i’ve written since 2016 omg... this was heavily, heavily, inspired by Business by Catfish and the Bottlemen ! give it a listen if you guys wanna get a feel of the story’s vibe!! also, this came out WAAAY longer than expected... when I say word vomit, I mean words projectile vomited from my brain fr anws i like how this turned out!! i didn’t rlly have any plan for this, i just wrote what felt right~

Gojo Satoru... Whenever that name comes to mind, you’re never quite sure what picture to paint in your head. Playful, dumb, strong, beautiful. While those words are occasionally the first ones you think of, you can’t help but reminisce about the nights you two spend together. Him bursting through your apartment door uninvited at 1 in the morning, wrapping yourselves up under a warm duvet, just talking about life, your days, what to have for breakfast the next morning... Then your mind wanders to the more intimate moments of your nights- how he cups your hips with his large hands as you ride him, how you know just the right words to say to rile him up, how he knows the perfect spots to kiss to make your tummy feel warm and fuzzy. Then that’s when you’re suddenly reminded of your relationship with one another- ah, that’s right, we’re just fuck buddies... nothing more.

“...lo?”

“...ello?”

“Hello? Earth to y/n?”

You blink twice before whipping your head up to see the very man you’ve been daydreaming about waving a hand in your eyes. Oh, yeah, I’m at work.

You push his hand away and turn to the side, avoiding his gaze. While his eyes are currently wrapped in his signature white bandages, you just know he’s staring right into yours. The thought of it is enough to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. What the hell, butterflies? Really, y/n? You think to yourself.

“You’ve been lost in thought for a good five minutes there. Whatcha thinkin’ about, huh? Huh?,” he presses on with a wide grin accompanied by raised eyebrows.

“Just the dumbest sorcerer I know and the dumb shit he does every day,” you retort. Given you were just daydreaming about Gojo, you weren’t about to admit that to him. Your pride and his never-ending teasing are enough to make you resort to a vague answer.

Gojo gasps in an over dramatic manner, hands covering his mouth and all, “I didn’t know you were the type to daydream about Nanami now.”

You couldn’t help but make a face at his response.

“First of all, we both know and the whole school knows that’s not true, and second of all, Nanami would kill you if he heard you say that about him.”

“Haha! You’re right, you’re right,” he laughs before taking a seat next to you.

You both sit in silence for a good few seconds. Your head was propped up by your hands, elbows resting on your knees. Gojo had his arms stretched behind him, hands laying on the pavement. While your feet rested on the first step of the paved stairs leading to the school’s outside track and field, Gojo’s extended legs easily occupied two steps. The trees surrounding the field swayed and rustled. You could feel the wind gently hitting your face. You slowly blink at the slowness and serenity of it all. This is nice, you thought, a slight smile making its way to your lips. While you and Gojo were surrounded by silence, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Having him by your side ironically calmed you. Even with his dumb comments and snarky remarks, you’ve grown to like having him in your company.

He sits upright and brushes his hands clean before resting them on his knees.

“So what were you really thinking about, princess?”

Your eyes immediately widened after hearing the pet name. You felt warmth creeping up in your cheeks, so you immediately turn your head opposite from Gojo to hide.

“Don’t call me that in school, Gojo,” you tried to hide the embarrassment in your voice by clearing your throat.

“And I wasn’t thinking about anything. Just trying to enjoy the rest of my lunch break in peace.”

That’s enough to keep him from pressing on, right? You question yourself. Gojo’s always been the annoying type, but you know his constant interrogation is his way of showing concern.

Another brief moment of silence falls before the both of you. You turn your head in his direction to check if he was still there, but you were greeted by the warmest smile you could’ve ever seen. His head was propped up by one of his hands, his brows were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were ever so slightly curled up. You were taken aback for a moment.

“You can just call me Toru, you know. Like how you always do.”

“Not in school. What if the kids hear? What would the others think-”

“What about it?”

You scoffed at his response. You looked at him questioningly, looking for any hint of humor in his face. He’s not serious, right? As he raised his right eyebrow, you realized he was waiting for your response. He meant each word he said.

“...We’re not in that kind of relationship, Gojo. Explaining to the kids and the others would be a pain.”

You dismissed the conversation by standing up.

“Ah! Gojo sensei! Y/N sensei!” You turn around to see Yuuji and the rest of the first years waving at you both as they jogged to the track.

“Let’s go, training’s about to start,” you offer a hand to Gojo, who still kept the same pose as he did a few moments ago. He takes your hand in his and you help him up.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he mumbled to himself in a low voice, just enough for you to hear. You decide to ignore his comment and greet the kids with a smile on your face.

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This whole ordeal started six months ago. As a first-grade sorcerer working independently, Principal Yaga found you and decided to offer you a position as a teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. As the school is pretty infamous among sorcerers in the prefecture, you decided to take the offer. You didn’t know what to expect on your first day, but you did know about a certain someone in the school. Gojo Satoru. The famous special-grade jujutsu sorcerer; the strongest in the world. You’ve always been curious about him.

Just how strong is he, really? What does he look like? What’s his personality like? What does he do for training? Does he feel pressure from being regarded as the strongest in the world? You didn’t expect all of these questions to be answered in just a span of six months. In six months, your relationship with him quickly progressed from colleagues to friends, and eventually friends with benefits.

You knew it from the first day you two met.

“Yo! Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High. Gojo Satoru, special grade,” Gojo extended a hand for you to shake.

Your eyebrows raised for a second, surprised at the sudden reveal of his rank. Is he showing off? Or is he just an idiot? Shoko stood beside him, rolling her eyes.

“I know... Y/N, grade 1.” He simply grinned at your response.

“Looking forward to working with you, y/n.” You dropped your hand after finishing the shake, but his hand lingered in yours for just a second longer. You looked up at him, but his eyes were already turned to Kusakabe, who was now giving his introduction. You knew he wasn’t listening, his slight smirk giving him away. This is gonna be interesting. You smirked back in response before reaching out your hand to shake the other faculty members.

It started with stolen glances; every now and again, you’d catch Gojo looking in your direction before quickly whipping his head to face something or someone else. You didn’t think much of it then, but then you’d start to notice his presence. Almost everywhere. If you were doing some work in the staff room, he’d suddenly barge in and do his work there. If you were doing a lecture in the classrooms, he’d be passing by the corridors. If you were doing some field training with the students, he’d be sitting somewhere near, just watching. After about two months of this, you decided to confront him about it.

“So what’s the deal, Gojo?” You stood in front of the couch he was sitting on, legs crossed, phone in his hand.

“What could you possibly be talking about, y/n?” The corner of his mouth curls up as he locks his phone and puts it in his pocket.

“Oh, please, Gojo. Everywhere I look, you’re somehow always there. I’m starting to get paranoid I'd see your reflection in the mirror when I come out of the girls’ toilet,” you cross your arms, hands holding opposite arms, shivering for dramatic effect.

Gojo lets out a hefty laugh, straightening himself in his seat. He uncrosses his legs and looks up at you.

“Just tryna get a pretty girl’s attention, that’s all.” His sly smile was accompanied by a quick bite to his bottom lip.

Your mouth slightly parted. You slightly squint your eyes at him, waiting for the punchline. Is he flirting with me right now? Before you could come up with a logical answer to your question, you decide to play along, seeing where this conversation will lead you.

“Well you’ve certainly done that, Gojo sensei.” You uncross your arms and let your hands fall to your sides.

He takes your response positively, egging him to continue. He takes one of your hands in his and guides you in between his legs.

“I’ve just been silently watching you for the past few months, but lately…” He let go of the hand holding yours and gently made his way down the side seam of your skirt.

“... I’ve been getting more curious.” You can’t help but grin at his words. He was smooth, yet straightforward, and you liked it.

“Hmm, curious about what?” You decide to match his pace and run your hand down his arm.

“Oh, just how soft your lips are and how it would feel against mine, or the body you’re hiding underneath this uniform.”

The tension in the air quickly became prominent. Luckily, you two were alone in the staff room and the kids just finished their final class for the day. You were suddenly craving him. It was a craving you never thought you had. As two adults in a line of work that doesn’t guarantee you another living day, you decided to just fuck everything and give in to the man’s teases.

“How about you drop by my apartment tonight to satisfy your curiosities?”

Gojo whistles in response. “Pretty, strong, and confident. Just how I like it.”

You bite your bottom lip before turning around with a grin. “I’ll be waiting.” You waved your hand before exiting the room.

As you rushed home that day, you felt an invisible knot in your stomach, the good kind. For the first time in a long time, you had something to look forward to. As a sorcerer, you’ve come to terms with the possibility of dying at any given day. This has caused you to stop forming deeper connections with anyone, or never finding anything to be attached to or get excited about. What’s the point if I could just drop dead tomorrow? Is what you always think to yourself whenever you meet a new man or find a new hobby to try. But something about Gojo just makes this thought fly out the window. If I might die tomorrow anyway, might as well have some fun.

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Four months after your first night together, you two have kept up with the “friends-with-benefits” arrangement. As you both laid in bed that first night, you sat up and rested against your bed’s wooden headboard.

“So, just to make things clear… this isn’t your way of asking me out, right?” You turned to Gojo who had one hand behind his head and one playing with a loose strand of your hair. His bare chest slightly exposed by the movement of the blanket.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he smiles weakly. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen his eyes without anything to block the view, but the way your lamp hits his bright blue orbs, almost making them sparkle, pretty much blew your breath away.

“Well, I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.” You forced yourself to look away from his gaze, embarrassed by the thought of Gojo pointing out your blushed cheeks.

“Alright. -m not the type to be tied down by a relationship, anyway.” It made sense. Gojo never really struck you as a “relationship” person. Not because he’s the type to play around with multiple girls at the same time, but because he just has too much on his plate. With the never ending curses to deal with, the tension from the higher-ups about every move he makes, and the sheer weight of being the strongest in the world, you knew right away that he had no time for a serious relationship. You knew this, but an anxious feeling still made its way to your chest. You knew this in your heart, but somewhere deep inside, you wished he would’ve said “Yes, this is me asking you to be my girlfriend.”

You quickly shook away the thought. No, this is good. This would be good for the both of us. You tried to reassure yourself. A relationship just wasn’t in your cards right now. You knew your pessimistic outlook on life wouldn’t be beneficial to a serious relationship, and Gojo would be too busy to make the relationship work. This was the best option for the both of you.

“Good. Nice to see we’re on the same page,” you forced a smile at him.

“We’re doing this again, though. Right?” The fingers that were playing with your hair were now cupping your cheek. You leaned into his hand and bent down to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“Definitely.”

Since then, you two have been meeting up in your apartment to either fuck or just laze around. When things aren’t as hectic in school or on missions, you’d meet up at least three times a week. When he comes on a Friday, he’d usually stay over through the weekend. He’s even stocked up on some of his clothes and toiletries in your apartment for the days when he’d stay over. During really busy schedules, you two would go as long as two weeks without seeing each other. Although your relationship has been purely physical for the most part, he was still undoubtedly your friend, and much to your surprise, Gojo is now someone you genuinely care about. Given he’s the strongest sorcerer there is, riskier missions are usually handed out for him to accomplish.

“Don’t die on me now.” Is what you always say to him before he leaves for a new mission. A line sweeter than this, like please be safe, or promise to come back to me, okay? Just feels too much to say to someone you fuck on your free time.

“I’d never.” Is all he says back. On the days you see him off in your apartment, with just the two of you there, he’d accompany this line with a swift peck on your lips. When you see him off in public, like in school, he usually follows up with a cheeky wink after pulling down the bandages covering his eyes.

You knew he’d be fine. Each time he comes back from a mission, his body is as clean and scratch-free as the day he leaves. But why do you still worry? Is it cause you fear he’d unexpectedly encounter a curse stronger than him? No. It’s cause you wouldn’t know what to do when you see him weak and wounded. You don’t know if you could take it. You feel a slight sting to your heart at the thought of Gojo hurt. Ahh, fuck. This is why I don’t associate myself with people in the first place. You drop your head back as you stand behind your kitchen counter, waiting for your dinner to finish reheating. Gojo Satoru is now someone you care strongly for. I'm serious, you know. Don’t suddenly die and leave me, you idiot. The sound of your microwave beeping suddenly pulled you back from your thoughts.

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It was a random Wednesday night; 11:51 pm on the clock, and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. No matter how much you tossed and turned, no position felt right, and your pillows seemed to cause your head to ache for some reason. You decided to give up on sleep for the meantime and got up to lay on your couch to watch some tv. You brought your blanket with you to make yourself more comfortable on the two-seater sofa. As you are flipping through channels, your phone lights up with a text notification.

Satoru: I’m coming up.

His uninvited arrival was nothing new. You two usually discuss when he’d come over during the day, but this occurrence has happened one too many times for you to be surprised at this point.

Y/N: Okaaay.

You finally decided to catch up on some world news and pressed the numbers to the local news channel. The reporter was discussing the recent statistics for divorce rates in Japan.

“Y/N! Let me crash for the night,” Gojo whines as he swung your door open.

“You’re acting like you don’t have your own apartment to sleep in every night,” you replied monotonously, listening to the discussion on the tv.

After locking your apartment’s front door, Gojo makes his way to your fridge, finding himself a bottle of water to chug.

“Couldn’t sleep for some reason. My pillows were weirdly giving me a headache.” You turned your head to look at him. He was taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack beside your front door.

“Weird. Couldn’t sleep cause of that, too,” you shrugged.

He found his way to your couch after finishing the bottle of water. Sitting down next to you, you opened up your blanket so you two could share. He stretched his legs and placed them crossed over your coffee table.

“Wow, watching the news during this time of night. You’re truly becoming a grandma.” You lightly punched his shoulder. The man could not last a minute without spilling out a joke.

“Apparently, 35.5 percent of marriages in Japan end in divorce,” you report the news you heard to the seemingly uninterested man next to you.

“Hmm. Not surprised. This is why I don’t really plan on marrying in the future.” You peeled your eyes off the tv screen after hearing his words. You don’t understand why, but his words somehow felt like an indirect jab at you. It’s like he was saying, this is why I don’t want us to progress into anything more. You simply nod slowly at his response, turning your eyes back to the tv. I guess that’s just how it is.

As you tried to bring your focus back to the reporter’s words, you felt cold fingers make their way up your leg. You shifted your gaze to Gojo, who had one elbow up the arm of the couch, propping his head up, and the other under the blanket. You decide to ignore him and return to face the tv screen.

His long fingers were now making their way up and down your inner thigh, causing you to shiver slightly.

“You can try to ignore me all you want, but your body won’t stop responding to my touch.”

You looked down at yourself, searching for what he was talking about. Your nipples turned hard at his fingers’ movements, making themselves visible through your oversized shirt. You crossed your arms, keeping at your stubbornness. You don’t really know why you’re acting this way too. Usually you’re quick to reciprocate his lewd gestures, but tonight, you decided to enjoy his teasing more.

You couldn’t contain your gasp when his fingers found their way up your loose shorts, his index and middle finger making light circles against your panties. You bit on your bottom lip, trying hard not to let a moan escape from your mouth. When he pressed harder between your clothed folds, your mouth fell slightly open, accompanied by a soft gasp.

You could see from the corner of your eye that he was enjoying this. He knew your stubbornness wouldn’t last long. Taking the remote off of your hands, he used his free hand to turn your head, forcing you to face him.

“Let me hear your pretty little voice, hmm?” You couldn’t help but obey his command. He was rubbing against your clit more vigorously, causing you to moan louder. He took this as encouragement and pushed your panties to the side. As he slid both fingers up and down your slit, you blushed at the lewd sounds your folds made.

“Already so wet for me. Such a good girl.” His words were driving you mad. He was so good at this, more than you’d like to admit. You felt the heat move down from your stomach to your pussy, causing your hips to involuntarily move.

“Toru, p-please.”

“Please, what, princess?” He raised a brow.

“Please kiss me.” At the same time he obliged, he gently inserted his index finger inside you, causing you to moan against the kiss. This riles him up even more, and you feel his tongue impatiently dance across your mouth. He shifted his position to hover you, and you mirror this by laying down across the sofa. He deepens the kiss as he inserts a second finger inside your wet opening. His fingers move in and out of you with a steady pace, all while rubbing his thumb against your clit in circles. Your pussy was so stimulated your thoughts have become cloudy. Gojo pulls back from the kiss for a moment and you watch him scan his eyes over your face. The faces and sounds you made- he loved all of it. He loved seeing you come undone from his touch. From the first time you two fucked til now, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Ah!” You arched your back as you gasped. Gojo knew you were close. Your walls were tightening around his long fingers, and your juices were starting to spill out.

The sudden stop in movement caused you to whip your head back up. You eyed Gojo as he brought his two fingers to his mouth, tasting every last drop of you.

“You’re such a tease.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the abrupt ending to your high.

“Let’s finish this in the bedroom, yeah?” You couldn’t even get a response in before he picks you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist before crashing your lips against his.

He made his way to your bedroom, carefully laying you down on your bed. He removes his shirt with one hand, revealing his perfect physique. You’ve been having sex with this man for four months now, but you’re still in awe of his perfectly toned body. He grabs each side of your shorts from your waist and swiftly pulls down your bottoms in one motion. As he stood on the side of your bed, untying the string on his sweatpants, you held out your hand to him.

“Hmm?” He hums in response. He held out his hand for you to grab, and you pulled him closer to you. You replaced the hand undoing the tie and slid his sweats down along with his boxer briefs. He grinned at the sight of your actions. He loves it when you take the initiative. You prop yourself up to sit against your pillows and took his length in your hands. You still don’t understand how his large size is able to fit inside you. You smirked as you looked up at his eyes, knowing he got this hard just by finger fucking you. You run your hand slowly up and down his cock, watching him intently as he shuts his eyes in pleasure. You kissed his tip first before licking each side, coating his dick with your warm saliva. As you took the length in your mouth, you heard a deep exhale escape his mouth. You bob your head slowly, taking your time to adjust to his size. You move your head up, leaving just his tip in your mouth, and you swirl your tongue over and across like a popsicle. He lets his head drop back, and his hands find their way to the sides of your head, slowly guiding you.

“You’re so good at this, princess.” He mumbles with a shaky breath. You hum in response, the praise causing your pussy to throb.

You gradually pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down in a steady movement. Gojo responds by slightly thrusting his hips. With a slight pull to your hair, he pulls himself back, leaving a trail of saliva on your mouth and his throbbing cock.

You laid back down as he climbs his way to the bed. You could feel the knot in your stomach grow impatient; waiting to be filled by his big length. He positions himself in front of your entrance, slowly moving his member up and down your slippery folds. The teasing causes you to bite down on your bottom lip.

“Toruuu…” You whined impatiently.

“Use your words, darling.”

“Please fuck me now, Toru, I can’t wait anymo- ah!” You yelped at the sudden force of his cock entering your hole. As he was thrusting in a steady pace, Gojo finds the bottom of your shirt, pulling them over your head. His hands immediately make their way over your breasts. He kneads your two mounds as he thrusts in and out of you. He squeezes them a bit too aggressively, causing the fat to spill from between his fingers. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down into a sloppy kiss, your tongue intrusively making its way past his lips. No matter how many times you two have fucked, you always felt hungry for him. You couldn’t get enough. You moan against his lips as his tip curves into your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Toru, yes! Yes, just like that,” you whimper from below him. You could feel his arousal growing as his cock hardened even more inside you. He pulls away from the kiss and places his hands under your knees, folding your legs over you.

“You like it when I hit this spot, huh?” You could only nod in response, too lost in the pleasure to form words. You could hear him spitting some curses in a low voice. Seeing him in pleasure from fucking you turned you on even more. He oggles your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts.

“So beautiful. So perfect.” He whispers. You unconsciously avert your gaze from him, your embarrassment from his words evident from the redness in your cheeks. Gojo sees this and decides to make his way down to latch his mouth on your left breast. The sudden sensation of his hot, wet tongue against your nipple forces you to pull your head back. He knows this is the best way to make you cum. Your hands find their way to the sides of his head, interlocking your fingers with his hair. His left hand cups your left breast as he flicks his tongue against your hard nipple, his right hand teasing your right nipple the same way. The sensation is enough to drive you to your high. You clench around his cock as you try to fight your climax. Gojo feels your walls tighten around him, causing a soft whimper to escape from his lips. He detaches from your left peak and kisses his way to your right breast. He plays with your nub, grazing his lips against it and softly biting, earning him a helpless groan from you. As he expertly locks his mouth against your peak, you could feel the knot in your stomach slowly come undone, signifying you were near.

“Toru, I’m almost there, I’m gon- gonna cum!” You were pulling at his hair.

“Yes, baby I can feel you. Go ahead and cum.” He mumbles against your skin. The sight alone was enough to push you to the edge. You pushed your head back against your pillows and made the most ungodly sounds, toes curled and legs locked. Gojo pulls himself back, making sure to keep a steady pace to ride out your climax. The feeling of your gummy walls tightening and your juices attempting to spill from your folds causes Gojo to let out a low grunt.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close too.”

“Yes, yes, yes, baby, oh, that feels so good. You’re so good, baby.” You were too fucked out from your high to even think straight. Seeing your eyes roll back from pleasure and your lips locked in between your teeth to suppress your moans drove Gojo crazy.

“F-fuck!” He exclaims before pulling out and jerking his member impatiently. You locked your gaze on his throbbing cock as his thick, white cum spills over your stomach and breasts. He furrowed his brow as he slowly stroked his cock, coming down from his own high. You were both struggling to catch your breaths. Your body was sticky with his load, and his body covered in droplets of sweat. The hair from his long bangs stuck to his forehead. You looked at each other intently. He chuckled under his breath when you gave him a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think we’ll have problems sleeping anymore tonight.” He joked. He made his way down the bed and over to your side, tucking his arms under your shoulders and knees. He lifted you up effortlessly and made his way to the bathroom.

Showering together after fucking was nothing new to the both of you, but why do you suddenly feel so embarrassed? Why is it suddenly so hard to look at him? Why are you suddenly so aware of him? He positions the shower head across your torso, cleaning off his load from your skin. You stand there awkwardly, looking to the side. Gojo tilts his head slightly to the right after scanning your form.

“What’s got you so quiet, kitten?” Him and his pet names. You never paid much mind to them, but now they got your heart skipping a beat.

“Nothing. Head empty. Tired.” You lied.

“That’s what my dick does to you, huh?” He teases. You just roll your eyes before taking the shower head from his hands. He chuckles as he places his arms on his waist, letting you clean him off. You two shared comfortable silence as you cleaned each other. Taking turns holding the shower head and swiping the bar of soap across each other’s skin. After you two finished, you took each of your towels hanging from the hooks on your cold bathroom’s wall. He even has his own towel in your place. You two made your way back to your bedroom and over to your closet.

“Where’s my black sweatshirt?” He asks as he flips through your hangers.

“In the laundry,” you replied monotonously, looking for your own pair of shirt and shorts to wear.

“Ah.” He nods his head once before pulling off one of his gray sweatshirts off the hanger.

After you two finished dressing up, you made your way to your side of the bed, pulling the blanket over your body. Gojo goes to turn off the light before climbing next to you. You both laid in your dark room in complete silence. The sounds of your steady breathing filling up the space. Gojo had his hands under his head, yours on top of your chest, fingers intertwined.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately.” he suddenly speaks, breaking the silence.

“Have I?” You question him.

Have I? You ask yourself again.

“Mhmm,” he hums in response. “Whatcha been thinkin’ in that pretty little head of yours?”

You take a few seconds to reply. You, you thought to yourself. You’ve been occupying my mind so much it’s driving me nuts.

“Just…” You take a few more seconds to debate whether or not you should fess up. What do you want to say? Do you want to open this up to Gojo? That your relationship has been bothering you? That you might want to change things? That you two should just stop playing around and make things official? What you two have been doing for the past few months aren’t much different from a normal couple’s routines. Do you want to open this up to him?

“.... work. -t’s been stressing me out lately.” You decide against the thought.

A part of you likes your current setup. No strings attached, and you two can just carry on with your lives without being tied down by the other. But there’s another part of you that’s just scared. Scared of how he would react. Scared of what he would say. Scared of what he would think of you after confidently bringing up the friends-with-benefits setup four months ago. I guess I was the one that decided on this, he just simply complied.

“You can talk to me, you know. I give great advice,” you could hear the smile in his voice. A smile inevitably makes its way to your face, your heart fluttering ever so slightly.

“Thanks, Toru.”

You turned under the blanket, facing opposite from him. You began to close your eyes and get comfortable, sleep finally finding you. The pillow that felt hard against your head a few hours ago now seemed so soft. The anxiety you felt eating up at you now seemed long gone. Was my bed always this comfortable? Did my room always feel this relaxing?

“Good night,” you mumbled before you could forget.

“Good night, y/n.”

Before you completely fell asleep, you felt Gojo’s warm hand loosely wrap around your waist. Your night turned out completely different from what you had expected. You fell asleep that night with a warm smile across your lips.

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A few days later, you decided it was time to stop thinking too much of you and Gojo. It was a Friday, and some of your close high school friends reached out and asked if you wanted to get drinks later that night. You haven’t seen them in ages, and you thought this would be the perfect distraction to get your mind off of things. As you typed in your reply, Gojo entered the common room with both hands in his pockets.

“Yo, y/n!” You shook your head up for a second, acknowledging his presence.

“What takeout do you want for tonight? I was thinking sushi from-”

“Can’t tonight. Going out with some friends from high school. You can come over in the morning,” you locked your phone, placed it in your pocket, and cut him off. He frowned and pushed his bottom out into a pout.

“Aha! I’ll just come with you,” his frown quickly transformed to a grin, pleased with his own suggestion.

“I’d rather you not do that, Gojo, thank you very much.” You reciprocated with a sarcastic smile.

Before he could protest, Megumi walks in the common room, scanning his eyes over the place before landing on you.

“Excuse me, y/n sensei. Principal Yaga’s looking for you,” he informs you before shooting Gojo a slight glare.

“Alright, coming.” You pushed yourself off the wall and exited the room.

Megumi was left with Gojo who had his hand on his chin, clearly pondering over his thoughts.

“Stop making that face, it’s creepy,” Megumi deadpans with a disgusted look.

“Women are truly tough to crack, Megumi-chan,” Gojo responds in a low voice, eyes looking out the window. Megumi decides to ignore the comment, leaving Gojo alone in the room with his own thoughts.

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1:48am, the clock on your phone screen reads. After too many bottles of beer and a few cocktails that were too sweet for your liking, you decided it was time to call it a night. With your phone in one hand, you picked up your bag and hung it over your shoulder. You informed your friends that you’ll be leaving first, and they objected and tried to make you stay longer. As much as you missed your high school friends, the pounding in your head from the mix of alcohols in your system was becoming too much to bear. You knew that if you stayed, you wouldn’t know how you’d make it home. You gave each of them a tight hug and promised to meet again soon. You straightened yourself as much as you could before walking away from your table. Before exiting the establishment’s main door, you remembered that you saw Nanami sitting on the bar with a few people you were unfamiliar with. Since you exchanged greetings earlier in the night, you thought it’d be rude to leave without saying goodbye. You quickly turned around, almost stumbling on your own feet before making your way to Nanami’s spot.

“Nanami!” You called out from behind him. He turns around in his seat, scanning you from head to toe.

“I’m leaving now, just thought I’d say my goodbyes.” You smiled, steadying yourself by resting your hand on the bar.

“Alright, how are you getting home?” He asks in a calm voice.

“Just gonna walk, my place isn’t too far from here,” you reassured him. He took a few moments before responding, scanning the place and seeing that you weren’t accompanied by anyone.

“I’ll take you home,” he decides, picking up his jacket from the seat next to him and putting it over his shoulder.

You simply smiled in response. You decided not to challenge his offer. Nanami’s presence made you feel safe. You knew that he was doing this without any ulterior motives, he just wanted to know you made it back to your place safe. After a quick goodbye to his group, you two made your way out of the bar.

The walk back to your apartment was quiet. You knew Nanami was a man of few words, but it didn’t make you uncomfortable. He made sure that he walked on the outside of the sidewalk and matched your walking pace. You weren’t so drunk that you couldn’t walk straight, but the pounding in your head would unconsciously make you close your eyes intermittently. The air was chilly and the wind would blow past you two causing your hair to dance loosely around your head. Your eyes slowly crept open when you felt a warm jacket being placed around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you looked up at Nanami who simply nodded in response.

You two arrived at your place after about a 10 minute walk. You fumbled with your purse, searching for your keys when your door suddenly swung open. Surprised, you and Nanami whipped your heads up. You two were greeted with a familiar white-haired man, in sweats and a hoodie, holding a bag of chips. The three of you were clearly taken aback, causing silence to fall before your group.

“Nanami?” Gojo questions.

“Gojo,” Nanami retorts with a steady voice.

“Toru, what are yo-” It took you a few seconds to process the whole situation. Suddenly, reality hits and your head stops pounding. Realizing that Nanami just saw Gojo lounging in your apartment like it’s a normal thing and he heard you call him with a nickname, your cheeks flush with embarrassment and your mind scrambles to form words.

Nanami sees you obviously flustered and clears his throat, “Good night, you two.”

Nanami begins to walk past you and you take his jacket off your shoulders. You offered it to him with an apologetic look, to which he simply smiles in return. You pushed your way into your apartment, leaving a speechless Gojo at the door.

You made your way to your kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. As you struggle to open the bottle’s cap, Gojo quietly shuts the front door and follows you.

“I didn’t know Nanami was your high school friend,” Gojo starts, crossing his arms over his chest.

You took your time drinking the water, collecting your thoughts.

“He just happened to be there and he offered to walk me home.” You replied coldly, pressing a finger to your temple.

“You didn’t reply to my texts,” he adds. The annoyance in his voice was evident, causing you to feel the same.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and scanned the screen.

Toru: Which bar are you going to? 8:52 pm

Toru: Hellooooo? 9:37 pm

Toru: What time are you going home? 11:14 pm

Toru: That’s too much drinking, go home nowww 1:21 am

You didn’t know if the thumping in your chest was from feeling relieved due to his clinginess or if it was annoyance. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter.

“We were too busy chatting. I haven’t seen my friends in years,” you replied, reassuringly. Then it hit you.

“Wait, why am I even explaining myself to you? Why are you even here in the first place? I told you to come over in the morning.” You crossed your arms back at him, your right eyebrow raised.

“It is the morning,” he deadpans.

“Ugh!” you exclaimed in annoyance, throwing your hands up. It was no use arguing with him.

“Why are you acting like this, Gojo?”

“Gojo?” he scoffs at your choice of name.

“Acting like what, princess?”

“Like you’re my boyfriend!” You said it. Seems like you two are finally having that conversation. You took a step back and composed yourself, awaiting his response.

He swiped his hand across his chin and jaw a few times, processing the words you just said. It’s clear he was carefully forming his words before giving you a reply.

The silence was killing you. You fumbled with your fingers, trying to fill the time you spent waiting.

“Plea-”

“I guess you’re right.” You looked up from your hands and studied his face.

“I’m not your boyfriend.” He rubbed his hand across his nape. You bit down on your lip, thinking maybe your words unintentionally hurt him.

“Toru, I’m so-” You tried to start but you were cut off again.

“But I’ve been thinking, y/n…” Slowly, he approached you until you were backed up into the corner of your kitchen, in between the counters.

“Maybe it’s time we change that?” He smiles weakly. You blinked up at him a few times, unsure if you got his message.

“W-What do you mean?” Your words unintentionally came out shaky.

Carefully, he places the most delicate touch on your cheek, cupping the side of your face.

“Maybe it’s time I become your boyfriend… and you become my girlfriend.” Before you could process his words, you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. There he goes again. That smile. That smile that easily puts your heart at ease. That smile that just melts off all the worries in your head. That smile that makes you feel like you’re enveloped in the warmest hug.

“Are you sure about that?” You needed to double-check. You needed to be sure that he was ready for this commitment. Am I sure about this? The question pops in your head.

“I am now. Honestly, not knowing where you were, who you were with, what time you were coming home… I didn’t like it. Seeing Nanami bring drunk-you home… I hated it.” You were in awe from his sudden confession.

“As your fuck-buddy, that’s none of my business,” he brings his other hand to cup the other side of your cheek, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

“But I want it to be my business. Bringing drunk-you home, struggling to understand your slurred words, helping you get home- I want that to be my problem, not anyone else’s.” His words sounded a bit rushed, as if he was trying to catch up with something. As if this was the only time he could fess all of this up.

“And not just that- why you’ve been so quiet lately, the problems you’ve been keeping to yourself, the thoughts you’ve been having, your plans for the future... I want to make all of that my business.”

The feeling of his thumb lightly caressing your face, the words he just said, and the thumping in your head from your intoxication- it was starting to get too much. You dropped your head in front of you and placed both hands against the kitchen counter.

“Wait, just give me a second to process all of this.” You shut your eyes hard, making sense out of everything.

“Shit, sorry, your head must be killing you.” He apologized before wrapping his arms under your bum and carrying you to the couch. He carefully places you at the corner of the couch, placing a small throw pillow on your back. After a few minutes of silence and collecting your own thoughts, you opened your eyes and removed your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Does Gojo Satoru even have time for a girlfriend right now?” you asked sheepishly.

“If it’s you I can make time,” he gently smiles. Blood rushes to your cheeks.

“You said you weren’t the type to be tied down by a relationship.”

“If it’s you it’d let myself be.” His cheeky smile and sweet words were enough to melt your heart. You shook your head with a smile and climbed in between his legs, your back against his chest. You propped your head up a bit, looking at his face from below.

“I take this is your way of saying yes?” He presses a soft kiss on your temple.

“This is my way of saying fuck it, let’s just do it.” You chuckled, earning you a small laugh from him.

“There’s no turning back now, alright? You chose this,” you warned.

“Mhmm, and it’ll be the best decision I’ll ever make.” He presses another soft kiss against your temple before making his way down to your lips. Pulling away, you smell a hint of alcohol in his breath.

“Have you been drinking?” You turned your head to scan your dinner table. An opened can of beer and two unfinished boxes of take out sushi.

“Sushi and beer?” You raised your eyebrows at him questioningly.

“I got lonely. And you wouldn’t take me with you,” he pouts in response. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’ll bring you with me next time.” He takes your hand and presses it against his mouth, planting small kisses all over your palm.

You two spent the rest of the night talking about your night. You filled him in on the latest updates on your high school friends. Despite having not met any one of them, he listened to you intently. He hummed in response or interjected his own thoughts on the matter. After about an hour of chatting on the couch, he noticed you stopped talking, and your words were now replaced with soft snores. He smiles to himself before placing a kiss on your forehead, careful not to wake you up. He carried you to your bedroom and changed you into more comfortable clothes. After tucking you in, he decided to clean up the food on the table before joining you in bed.

As he was about to close the lights in your kitchen, he heard your voice softly calling to him.

“Toruu…”

“Coming, princess.” He turns off the light and quickly made his way into your bedroom. You were turned to his side of the bed, impatiently tapping the space in front of you.

“I’m here, kitten.” He softly speaks as he tucked himself under the covers beside you.

“-Mm, can’t sleep without you…” you mumbled, half-asleep. The sudden confession lights up Gojo’s face.

“I’ll always be here from now on, y/n.” Gently, he snakes his arm under your head, cradling you in his arms. As he watched you fall into deeper sleep, he listened to your soft snores and occasional mumbles. With your feet intertwined underneath the warm covers, and his fingers loosely gripping to your hair, you both fell asleep with easy hearts. The anxieties and worries you two have been keeping to yourselves for the past months have now vanished, only becoming a memory to laugh back on in a few years. Letting go of the worries and uncertainties brought about by your pessimistic nature was the best decision you made. And finally speaking his mind and deciding to stand his ground was the best decision he ever made.

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tractorbeamofwoe · 2 years

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Bondy comforting you after a nightmare

A/N: Nice little comfort fluff for you all 🥺 This must be the quickest one I’ve written in a while 💀💀 I’m glad I finally got it done though because it’s been on my WIP list for aaaaages.

Word count: 1360

*** Your eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light of the alarm clock on your bedside table. You fought back tears as you tried to steady your breathing and your racing heart beat, but ultimately failed, screwing your eyes shut again and burying your head in the pillow to try and muffle the whimper that escaped your lips.

You lay like that for a few minutes, sniffling quietly as the pillowcase absorbed all your tears. You desperately wanted to roll over, wake him up and have him pull you into his chest, stroking your hair, shushing you as you mumbled and apologised for waking him up.

Rain beat aggressively against the window, the wind shaking the house. Storms had always frightened you as a child, but not now. Not when he was beside you, holding your hand and laughing and joking as he talked you through it, tried to coax you out of your defensive bubble and distract your from your thoughts. This time it wasn't the storm that had upset you.

"Y/n?" You heard him whisper behind you, bed creaking as he pushed himself up to rest on his elbows and look down at you from his side. You couldn't see his face but his expression was one of concern, worried that something had happened and he hadn't been there for you.

"Johnny..." You said, pouting as you finally turned over to face him. You imagined you looked a right mess, hair tangled and stuck to your cheeks, lips chapped and salty as you wiped at your face with the sleeves of your pyjama top but he didn't care, he just wanted to make it go away.

"You're cryin' darlin', what's the matter?" He asked, his voice low and raspy but it had a sort of tenderness to it which had you smiling for a brief moment before sobbing and shuffling closer to him.

"Nightmare." You choked, forehead resting on his shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, fingertips caressing your hip ever so slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He said, testing the waters, bringing your head down so you were resting it on his chest. You were silent for a moment and he pulled the covers up around you and moved the hair out of your face with his fingers, so delicately placing a strand behind your ear.

"Just hold me, please?" You mumbled, eyes flicking up to look at the window and then at Johnny. You brought a shaking hand up to rest on his stomach, listening to the slow thump of his heart like a metronome or a ticking clock.

"S'alright love, I've got you." And he kept saying soothing words to you, leaning down so his lips were right by your ear. "You're okay."

You felt bad. His smile was so warm, so inviting, you wanted to confide in him but you couldn't put into words how hopeless and lost you'd felt. Lying in his arms was a painful reminder of the nightmare you'd just been scared with. "I- I don't know...it's just...one minute you were there and then- and then I turned around and the next minute you were gone and...I don't want to be in a world without you I just can't do it. No one knew about you, they thought I was crazy, it's like you never even existed at all."

"Oh sweetheart." Johnny sighed, both arms around you now cradling you tightly against him as you wept, wiping your tears with his thumbs or kissing your parting. "What've I told you about eating cheese before bed, ey?" He smirked then, feeling comfortable enough to crack a joke while he held you like that, just desperate to calm you and see you giggle, or cover your mouth with your hand to hide a snigger. When you did he let a chuckle of his own slip out too and eventually you were both laughing over everything and nothing.

The rain had subsided now, travelling to wreak havoc on another part of the city. Johnny leant over to rummage in his drawer, pulling out a box from his secret emergency stash of cigarettes which he saved specifically for situations like this. He peeled you off him so you could roll back to your side of the bed and dig out your lighter and pass it to him with trembling hands. He'd lost his a few months ago and had been borrowing yours ever since, not that you had any complaints but it was just a little inconvenient at times.

"Don't suppose you feel up to a late night smoke, do ya lass?" He smirked then, knowing the answer would always be yes.

"Well I'm already awake so I may as well." You shrugged, with slightly less enthusiasm than you would normally have, hauling yourself out of bed to take the window off the latch and open it wide, gasping as the icy breeze shocked you and sent goosebumps along your arms. You hoisted yourself up to sit on the window sill, shuffling along to make room for Johnny.

"You know," He began, lighting the paper and taking a breath "when I was a kid I had a teddy. His name was Barnaby and he was a stuffed lion. An' he was full of them little beads, like they have in bean bags, so I used to throw him at my brother when he was annoying me." He chuckled then, smoke drifting out of the open window as he passed the cigarette to you.

"I used to have this massive bear called Benjamin. And his nose was really silky so I used to rub my thumb against it a lot as I fell asleep and eventually it wore away." You smiled, knowing you could never really let yourself tell these stories to anyone except him.

"I had this really bad dream one night and it really messed me up for a time. Swore to god there was somethin' under my bed. But I couldn't sleep because of it and my mam told me if I kept him next to me all night I could throw him at the scaries to protect me, instead of at my brother. It's daft now but I used to take him in my suitcase playing gigs when I was 16 as a good luck charm. I never really had the heart to get rid of him either."

You giggled then, hiding your face in your hands until Johnny gently tugged them away to get his cig back, discarding it in the ash tray beside him. You rested your palms on your knees, legs dangling over the ledge and swinging back and forth as you watched him, curiously, get up and rummage through his drawer again.

"So, I believe, this is for you." He said then, turning around and holding something behind his back. "You need him more than I do." And he placed the lion down on your lap, grinning at you as you inspected it.

"You're giving me Barnaby?" You looked up at him, eyes wide with adoration.

"Yeah, cause when I go away on tour he can look after you for me."

And that was just the thing with Johnny. He was always protecting his girl, wanting to be close to you and holding you and putting your mind at rest. Of course, there were times where he couldn't do that, like when he was on the other side of the country or even in another one completely, but he liked to leave daft little reminders of him around the house for you to find.

"D'ya think you might be ready to come back to bed soon? Don't want you getting all cold."

"Yeah, I think so...thank you."

The rest of the night you slept with Barnaby squished in between you and Johnny as he hugged you tightly, stroking your hair once again to lull you back to sleep. Your dreams were filled with thoughts of him, no horrible twists this time and you knew that when you woke up he'd still be there, whispering a good morning and kissing your cheek...

#Catfish and the bottlemen fic #Catfish and the bottlemen fluff #bondy #johnny bond #bondy fic #bondy fluff #johnny bond fluff

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catb-fics · 2 years

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Dad Van Masterlist

💗 Imagines

Expectations

Valentines Day when you’re heavily pregnant

Pick Him Up From Heathrow

Picking Van up from the airport with your kids

Skin to Skin

Feeding your baby daughter for the first time

💗 Headcanons

Halloween 🎃

The Night Before Christmas 🎄

Nativity Play 🌟

Christmas Day 🎅🏻

Snow Day ⛄️

Pancake Day 🥞

Valentine’s Day ❤️

NSFW Alphabet (smut) 💗

Reading Festival 🎸

Bonfire Night 💥

💗 All of Your Children

Chaptered story about you and Van becoming parents

💗 Dad Van talk 💗

#dad van #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #fanfic #vanfic #fluff

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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Sleepover

Requested staying over at teen van’s house for the first time, nonny ILY <3

Warnings: Pure Cute n’ fluffy Van

You’d been going out officially for a few months, meaning this probably would’ve happened sooner or later anyway. But when your parents announced, in front of Van, they were going away for a couple of days, Van decided you would stay at his. Of course, your heart broke a little when he suggested it and was secretly glad you wouldn’t be home alone all weekend, but you were nervous.

You’d never really even had a boyfriend before Van, never mind stayed over, so you really didn’t know what to expect or what to compare it too. Should you wear cute pyjamas, or just the usual sleep shirt. Should you take multiple spare clothes depending on if you went on a walk. Should you take a tampon just in case you spontaneously start your period even though you’re on the pill. Your head was spinning with all the possible questions which formed in your overly anxious head.

After a while of putting things in and out of your bag and a phone call with your best friend, you decided to stop overthinking things (or at least try to) and do what you would if you were going to your mates. You packed your small backpack and got dressed into something a little less ‘sofa chic’ and more ‘meeting the parents’, you’d met Mary and Bernie before but only in passing or for a small chat. At the end of the day you knew Van or his parents wouldn’t care what you did and you knew Van would probably laugh if he knew how much you were overthinking things.

A text from a worried Van and checking the time, realising you should’ve arrived at least 20 minutes ago, rushed you out the house, double-checking the locks and hurrying over to him. He didn’t live far away, then again no-one was ever far away in Llandudno. You passed colourful houses, row after row, through little short cut passages and ally ways where you and Van would steal time. You both had found little ways of escaping friends, being these little nooks where you’d share secret rendezvous.

Before you knew it, you were nervously knocking on the front door of your boyfriends family home. Van opened the door not long after with an excitable and cheeky look about him. You couldn’t help but feel a warm fizzing inside when he took your bag and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“there y’are, mum was gettin well worried” He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you inside for a warm cosy hug, a contrast to the brisk salty air outside.

“Sorry y/f/n called” You mumbled into his chest, trying to hide the fact you were just having a nervous breakdown, at the same time breathing his familiar scent in.

After a well-needed hug, he turned you to face his house. It was slightly familiar to when you’d both sneak in when it was empty, getting up to no good and hiding from various things you didn’t want to face. But now the familiar corridor leading into the kitchen where his parents inevitably were made your knees wobble in apprehension.

Pushing you forward with a kiss to the cheek and a giggle, Van shuffled you through to the kitchen, arms wrapped around your middle. Maybe it was so you couldn’t run away or faint from nerves but it was comforting none the less.

“Y/n!” Mary cooed, pulling you from your boyfriends' arms into a motherly hug of her own. “Was worried about you weren’t we Bernard” She called out to her husband, who was sitting idly inspecting the cover of some random record, only looking up to give you a knowing smile shaking his head and going back to the cover.

“Sorry my friend called and I lost track of time” You explained, easing into conversation with Mary as if you’d known her forever whilst Van found himself back behind you, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Mary, like Van, was easy to slip into a comforting schedule, it made you instantly calm whenever you spoke. You helped her fix everyone a tea or at this time in the day dinner. Helping her in the kitchen you realised was one of your favourite things, she’d teach you things you may never have learnt and always spoke in such a calm manner it seeped into you.

She had decided to cook a proper roast dinner, Roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, the lot. And soon enough, with your help, it was ready and she was serving it out to you all around the table. The smells were incredible, homely and comforting. You sat next to Van who had his hand on your knee, circling patterns, before having to replace it for his knife.

“Thanks, Mary” You smiled at her from across the table.

“Thank you y/n for helping me, can never get these two to lift a bloody finger!” She chuckled back giving eyes at Van who was trying to defend himself badly.

Dinner went quickly, you found it easy to talk to Van's parents and the food was incredible! You probably talked about everything under the sun. From if you had plans to do anything tomorrow, to where do you think you’re going to go to Uni.

Ultimately, you all ended up in the lounge. You snuggled into Vans side on one of the sofas as he and Bernie went through a collection of old vinyl. Mary was busy washing up, and so you decided you’d go and help. Leaving your boyfriend with his collection of records.

“Hi Mary, would you like any help?” You wondered out loud as you shuffled into the kitchen. She was by the sink with a soft smile, tilting her head to signal you to come over.

“You can come round more often dear” She smiled before explaining how you could help her with the drying up. It was nice, just talking absentmindedly whilst cleaning the kitchen, almost as if you had always done it together.

It was dark outside now, as Mary drew the curtains closed, the warm lights in the kitchen creating a cosy orange hue. The sudden realisation how late it had gotten made you breathe in a deep yawn, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wake them up.

"I'm sure Van wouldn't mind if you went up to bed lovely" Mary softly whispered, a kind smile upon her face.

With that suggestion, you poked your head through to the living room wishing good night to your boyfriend's parents. Van promised he'd be up in a second making you laugh inside knowing he'd probably spend hours playing records with his dad if he could.

The stairs up to Vans creaked slightly, showing the age of the old seafront home. Picture frames lined the walls, photos of Van and his family, warming your heart.

His room was fairly small but definitely recognisable as Vans. Posters lined the white walls, bands you only recognized from Bernie's record cabinet. Records lay in little piles, you could imagine he'd have little mental notes of why they were there. A rather disdained or well-loved looking acoustic guitar sat on his bed next to a leather-bound notebook you knew as his lyric book.

You moved to the corner of the room where his wardrobe was, finding a hoodie you could steal. You got out of your clothes changing into the shorts you'd packed and left your t-shirt for his hoodie instead. Finally, you popped some of your favourite fluffy socks on and sat on the end of his bed.

You didn't quite know what you should've done, you felt odd, alone in his room. Curing your strange feeling by picking up the abandoned guitar, making your way across the strings, creating a soft little tune.

Before you knew it Van was staring at you from his door frame a lazy smile on his face. He looked just as tired as you but you knew he'd never admit it, never really getting sleep and usually giving it up for his guitar. You placed it down, walking towards him and snaking your arms around his waist. Looking up at him you explored the ocean of his blue eyes map of freckles before placing a soft kiss to his lips. You could feel his smile on your lips, pulling him through the door, laughing when he kicked the door closed behind him. You now had your hands holding onto the front of his t-shirt smiling up at him.

"I see you're already for bed" he chuckled noticing his hoody which hung loosely off your body, covering the shorts that had ridden up.

"I'm tired"

"come on then" he smiled taking your hand nodding to his bed you had been sitting on before he'd found you.

"Van" you giggled stopping him from jumping into bed. "You're still in your jeans you idiot"

"pff, wantin me to strip off already" he teased poking your ribs making you bend over in fits of giggles.

"Vannn" you whined prying his fingers from your waste, moving your hands to his chest, palms mapping out his body. You leant in placing a kiss to his neck, feeling him take a breath in. Your hands slowly moved to the hem of his t-shirt lifting it up gradually revealing his skinny frame.

His arms lifted, helping you remove his shirt with ease. His skin was warm and soft against your hands, you couldn't help but smile. Your hands trailed up his arms, palms caressing up his neck.

"you look sleepy" you whispered, fingers tracing the bags under his eyes.

He took your hand, kissing the back of it and placing back by your side. He went to unbuckle his belt removing his tight black jeans, now only in his boxers.

"come on love" he whispered surprising you by lifting you up and placing you carefully down on the bed in the corner of his room. You smiled up at him as he joined you snuggling up under the covers after turning off the dim light. He pulled you into his arms, in the dark, wrapping himself around your body breathing you in.

It was easy to forget about the nerves you had earlier that day in his arms. And even easier to forget why you had been, Van's easy personality seeping into you.

You turned to face him, resting your chin in the nook of his neck and wrapping your arms around him.

"Night Van"

"Sleep tight love" and you had no doubt you would.

A/n- Hi huns, how we all doin then? Quarantines still draggin on and I’ve just got some shifts back at work, who knew it could be so tiring?! eek that’s why I didn’t post on time last week but I promise will be back to weekly Van content soooon! Hope y’all survivng out there xx Em

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