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leosxrealm · 3 months

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ

pairing(s): single dad! Carlos x male! teacher! reader

warning(s): mostly fluff! Carlos has a daughter named Lucia

(a/n): milo and i were brainrotting and he sent in this amazing request. Milo, my love, this one's for you♡ @miloformula123fan hope you like it :]

wc: 1.7k

!not proofread!

"Okay Lucia, do you know where your auntie is?" you crouch down in front of the 4-year-old girl as you question her. She shakes her head, hugging her panda stuffie closer to her. You could see the sadness in her eyes; all her friends had already left with their parents or guardians, but baby Lucia was still not here. You understood that her father was a busy man, so her aunt usually picked her up. It seemed like she was running late today.

You try to distract her. "How is Mr. Bamboo doing?" you question, smiling at her, hoping she would smile back. She does. A bright toothy grin blooms on her face. "Mr. Bamboo is so cool!" she exclaims, her eyes shining brightly, "He protected me from the monster last night!"

"Monster?" you question, amusement dancing in your eyes. She nods rapidly, her expression changing. "There was a big monster under my bed," she says, eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape. She uses her hand to show the size of the supposed monster, Mr. Bamboo dangling from one of her hands.

"And what did Mr. Bamboo do?" you question, copying her expression. "He scared them away!" She says, throwing her arms in the air.

"Uhm." You turn your head to the door when you hear someone clear their throat.

A tall man stood there, in a bright red jacket, his hair a bit messy. "Papa!" Lucia exclaims, running up to the man with open arms. He crouches down, opening up his arms for the little girl. "Hi, baby. How was your day?" He smiles at his daughter, tucking her messy hair behind her ears. "Mario asked me to be his girlfriend again! I told him I don't like him and he started crying and only stopped when Mr. Y/N hugged him," she continues to ramble on, before stopping all of a sudden.

She smiles brightly at her father, taking his hand, to drag him to where you were standing. "Papa! This is Mr. Y/n," she says excitedly, "Mr. Y/n! Meet Papa!"

"Carlos," the man says, extending his hand. "Y/n. Nice to meet you, Mr. Carlos," you smile warmly at the man. "Please, Carlos is fine," he says reciprocating the smile. "I insist," he adds, after seeing the hesitation in your face. "Okay. Carlos, it is." He chuckles, giving your hand a small squeeze before dropping it.

"You ready to go home, princesa?" he questions his daughter. She pouts shaking her head. "Why? What's wrong?" he crouches down in front of her. "Can we please ask Mr. Y/n to come over for dinner?" She asks him, looking up at him with her doe eyes, quite similar to her father's. "I'm sure Mr. Y/n has his own stuff to do. We shouldn't disturb him," he gives her an apologetic smile.

Tears pool in her eyes, her bottom lips jutting out. "Please...?" she asks in such a tiny voice that you almost miss her from where you were standing. "Uh..." Carlos hesitates, but seeing the look on her face, he quickly gets up, straightening his clothes. He moves to stand in front of you.

"Carlos, it's fine," you say, "I understand you're a busy man." "No, it's alright. I want to invite you as well," he says with a charming smile, "I would love it if you could join us for dinner when you're free. And Lucia too," he adds, his big brown eyes almost making you pack up right then and there and leave with them. "I would love to join you two," you give him an apologetic smile, "but I have some work to do right now. It would take me at least a few hours."

"I understand. Maybe Saturday if you're free then?" he questions, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Um... Yes, I think I'm free on Saturday," you say, a smile gracing your features. Carlos thinks he just fell in love with his daughter's teacher. "That's great! Saturday it is then. I'll text you the details," he pulls out his phone, not giving you any time to think as he pushes the phone in your direction.

You take the phone from his hand, your fingers brushing against his. Typing in your number, you hand it back. He pockets his phone, turning towards his daughter. All traces of tears vanished from her face. Carlos laughs; he knew it was all an act to get him to do something. Even knowing this, he couldn't deny his precious daughter's request.

You bring Lucia's bag to him, while he helps her with her coat. "I'll pick you up on Saturday. You don't have to worry about driving all the way," he takes the bag from your hands. "It's fine! Really. I don't want to trouble you with that," you try to politely refuse his offer. "You wouldn't be troubling me. It's the least I can do."

Welp, he seemed really adamant about it. You don't think you could have refused his offer no matter how hard you try, so you give up. "I'll see you on Saturday," he says, now, standing at the door.

"We!" Lucia tugged at the hand she was holding. "Yes, yes, I know, forgive me," Carlos chuckles, looking down at his daughter. "We'll see you on Saturday," he corrects himself. "See you on Saturday!" you wave goodbye to them, going back inside to finish up the rest of the work.

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You hear a knock on the door as you're fixing the collar of your shirt. You rush around the apartment to get to the door. "Carlos! Hi!" you open the gate to see Carlos standing in front of you, wearing a black button-down shirt, with black slacks; a small bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Y/n," he smiles, extending his hand towards you, "These are for you." "Ca- Carlos, why the flowers?" you ask with a bashful smile. "I don't like to come empty-handed," he smiles.

You take the bouquet from him, inviting him inside as you try to find a vase. "I'll be there in a minute," you say, peeking your head out of your room to Carlos who is sitting in the living room. "It's fine. Take your time."

"I'm ready. Let's go," you say as you emerge from your room. You pick up the keys to your apartment, Carlos following you out. You make idle talk with him as you make your way to his car. You didn't even notice it when he opened the gate for you. Giving him a smile and a quiet thank you, you get in the car; he gets in the driver's side.

You reached his house before you knew it, the entire ride filled with conversations. He opens the gate for you again. You chuckle as you thank him once again. Going inside, you were greeted with a bear hug from baby Lucia, "Mr. Y/n!"

"Hi, Lucia. how are you doing?" you ruffle her hair. She takes a step back, craning her neck to look at you, "I'm doing good Mr. Y/n! How are you?"

"I'm good as well."

"Lucia, at least let Mr. Y/n get inside," Carlos calls to his daughter, a soft smile on his face. "Mr. Y/n, let's go inside," she takes your hand, guiding you. "Okay okay," you laugh.

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Dinner went smoothly, with Carlos and Lucia both sharing embarrassing memories. In that moment, you felt more than just Lucia's teacher, you felt more like a friend. What really surprised you was the fact that Carlos had cooked all the food himself. You understood now why Lucia had been asking you all kinds of questions the last few days.

"Mr. Y/n! What's your favourite food to eat?

"Hm? Why'd you ask?

"No reason! Now tell me!"

You hear the sound of a door shutting softly. You look up to see Carlos making his way toward the couch, where you sat, his wine glass in his hand. "Is she asleep?" you question the man, taking a sip of the cherry-colored drink. "Yes," he exhales. " She doesn't even ask me to tuck her in anymore," a ghost of a smile appears on his face, thinking of all the times when his precious baby used to ask him to tuck her in with the brightest smile in the world.

"She'll always be your little girl," you smile at the Spaniard, understanding where he was coming from. "She will be. Always," he says, his words getting quieter with every word. Maybe it was the wine running in your system, but you reach out to hold his hand. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you try to change topics, to get his mind off that.

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Half past eleven. Your eyes widen in surprise. You hadn't even realised it had been that late. "Oh! It seems like we both lost track of time," you look at the man beside you, "It's late. I should go home and you should get some sleep. You look tired." You put your glass on the coffee table, as you try to get up. "No wait," Carlos says as he pulls you back by the hand that was still holding yours.

"Carlos-"

"I'll drop you. You don't have a car"

"Carlos, I'll take a cab. You're in no condition to drive," you say, lightly squeezing his hand once again.

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"I could've dropped you home, you know?" he turns to face you. You're both standing outside his apartment building, waiting for the cab that said it would be here any minute.

"I know," you turn to him, giving him a small smile. A car pulls up in front of you two. You check it to see that it was, in fact, your ride home.

"Thank you for inviting me for dinner," you start, "The dinner was a nice change. Really, thank you." You give him one final nod, walking towards the cab waiting for you.

"Y/n!"

You turn at the sound of your name, standing face to face with Carlos.

"Carlos? What is it-?" He leans down planting a small kiss near the corners of your lips. "Thanks for accepting my invitation," his lips curl up into a smile.

You lower your head, your cheeks turning a scarlet red. "Bye," it came out quieter than you hoped. You get into the car, glancing back at him one last time. "I'll call you later," he mouthed. You give him a smile in return, settling into your seat.

---

He didn't.

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s1urnioloslvr · 6 months

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Movie Night (C.S) 18+

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Warnings: Smut, kinda public sex, idk

You were spending the night at the triplets' house, as you often did. It was a tradition for all of you to have a big sleepover in the living room, watching a random movie that Nic had been ranting about all day. Matt and Nic had gone to the store, leaving you and Chris to set up the blankets and make everything cozy.

As you started to arrange the blankets on the couches, you realized that you had forgotten your favorite panda blanket in Nic's room. "Hey! I’m gonna go get my blanket from Nic's room!" you exclaimed to Chris, "Well, I'm going too!" Chris replied, making his way into Nic's room.

You shrugged and thought this was just him being a silly little goofball (LMFAOO OKAY ILL STOP)and grabbed another blanket before heading into Nic's room as well. When you both walked back out, he was holding some sort of teddy bear or something... (ugh hes so cute), and you sat down on the couch, throwing the blanket over the both of you. The movie started playing, though you couldn't even remember what it was. But it didn't really matter; you were just happy to spend time with your friends.

However, as the movie progressed, you turned your head and caught a glimpse of Chris. He was wearing the grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. You couldn't help but stare, and it seemed like he was doing the same to you. The tension in the air began to grow, thickening like fog.

Eventually, Nic grew tired and Matt got bored of the movie. Nic got up and announced that he was going to bed. "Goodnight y/n, night Chris," he said while rubbing his eyes. "Night Nic, see you tomorrow!" you replied. Chris simply said, "Goodnight."

The movie seemed to drag on forever, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, it ended. "That was kinda boring," you remarked. "I agree, maybe we should try something else," Chris suggested with a mischievous smile. You laughed and shook your head, heading into the kitchen to grab an orange Fanta, while Chris reached for a Pepsi.

Suddenly, the tension in the air became palpable. You turned around quickly and just stared at Chris. He turned red and cleared his throat nervously, grabbing the kitchen counter for support. "Uh... what's wrong?" you asked, completely unsure of what he was thinking.

"Uh... nothing, sorry, I'm fine," he replied, stuttering and nervously laughing. God, you loved his laugh.

Deciding it was now or never, you summoned up all your courage fueled by the night. "No, it's okay, you're freaking me out. Why is there so much tension?" you asked teasingly, putting your hand on his chest and looking up at him.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, and in one swift motion, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was your first kiss with him, and it felt like your whole body was set ablaze. You could feel the intensity of his desire as his tongue explored your mouth.

His hands moved through your hair, tangling themselves in its softness. His lips glided against yours, taking their time, savoring every moment of this electrifying connection (CORNYY). His hands traveled down your sides, slipping beneath your shirt and touching your bare skin. His fingers caressed your sides, sending shivers down your spine.

As the kiss continued, you pulled his hair gently, deepening the kiss further. His lips traced a path down your neck, stopping right below your ear. You felt his warm breath on your neck, and you couldn't help but lean your head back slightly, giving him greater access.

His hands continued to explore, traveling up your sides to your stomach. You felt his touch, gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within you that couldn't be extinguished. The sound of your heavy breathing filled the kitchen as the intensity between you grew.

He pressed your back firmly against the countertop, demonstrating his desire and control. His touch shifted, lifting your shirt and his fingers delicately brushed against your skin, stopping just above your pants. In a bold move, his hand moved up your side, cupping your breast, and softly squeezing. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a surge of arousal coursing through your body.

He then moved his other hand down, reaching under your pants and feeling your bare ass. You responded eagerly, pressing your hips against his hand, urging him on. Your back now firmly against the counter, you were completely aware of his growing hardness pressing against your legs.

His hand roamed further, sliding under your panties to explore the wetness between your legs. His fingers skillfully caressed and teased, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of your being. Amidst the haze of desire and longing, he paused to speak, his voice breathy and filled with anticipation. "Mmm... are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his lips finding yours again in a passionate kiss.

With a deep breath, you nodded eagerly, your body aching for his touch.

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You felt his fingers, caressing your folds and rubbing against your clit. Your body aches for him to enter you, to feel his length pressing against your pussy, teasing you, begging to be entered. A moan escaped your lips, begging to be heard. "Please, Chris, don't stop!" you exclaimed.

He slowly removed your underwear, revealing your wetness to him. Slowly, he removed his fingers and pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them on the floor. He immediately put his hands on your hips and positioned himself behind you, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands slowly traveled up your chest, cupping your breasts and rubbing his thumbs against your nipples. The warmth of his hands against your skin sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

He positioned himself behind you, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands slowly traveled up your sides. He slides his pants and boxers down in one swift move, positioning his erection against your entrance. You felt his cock pressing against your slick entrance, begging for entrance.

"Put me inside you." he whispered, his voice filled with longing and desire.

"Okay..." you breathed, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. You grab the base of his cock and roll your hips back against him. Once he gets inside you, He instantly starts pounding into you, not giving you time to adjust.

"FUCK" you moan loudly

"you like that?" he asked, a sly smile on his lips.

"Mmm... y-yeah..." you replied hesitantly, trying to gain your composure. "Good..." he said.

With each thrust, your hips hit the counter harshly, surly leaving bruises. “You don’t understand what you do to me y/n” Chris whispers in your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck.

You respond in a shaky voice, “I-I’m not doing anything.” “Please, don’t play innocent. You know you want this.” he said, a smirk on his face, “Yeah.. I want it..” you reply softly.

He positions himself behind you again, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands reach your hips. As he begins to slam into you again, he positions his thumb against your clit. You moan loudly as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb, kneading it in small circles. You can feel yourself tighten and your body beginning to shake.

"Chris I'm gonna... Oh my god Chris I'm gonna.. aghh" you moan loudly, your body trembling and your pussy beginning to convulse around his cock.

"Cum for me baby " he whispers in your ear.

Your cunt tightens even more around his cock, squeezing him, your body shuddering as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs begin to buckle and Chris catches you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He gently lays you on the counter and places himself between your legs. He pulls you towards him, turning you around quickly and wrapping one arm around your hip. He immediately sticks his cock into your pussy and begins pounding into you at an inhuman pace, overstimulating you

"Your pussy feels so fucking good. I can't stop fucking you y/n." he whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly, your body on fire from pleasure, your orgasm approaching. "fuck, gonna cum" he says as his cock throbs inside of you. You whimper as he pulls out but quickly gasp he shoots his cum all over your stomach and breasts while you cum as well. He bites his lip at the sight of your cum covered stomach.

He leans down and licks up some of your cum off your stomach before moving to the rest of your cum covered body up and down licking it off. He’s about to lick your pussy when you tell him “don’t get any inside me, I’m not on birth control”. He’s taken aback for a moment before he nods and grins. “I’ve been craving that taste since I first saw you” he says.

He eagerly licks up the outside of you, cleaning off your pussy juices from your lips and thighs. And the rest of your cum that’s there. “You know, if you want, you can come over again tomorrow. And the day after that… Or whenever you’re free” he says, smirking. "wow it's like i already dont do that" you say sarcastically.

The aftercare is lowkey the best part, especially with Chris. He’s caring and gentle with you, making sure you’re alright after the great sex you just had. And you couldn’t be happier either, especially right now. You can feel him inside you, his warmth, his scent, his touch. He grabs your hands, pulling you off the counter and into a standing position.

He helps you clean up, putting your clothes back on and gathering his clothes. He picks you up and brings you to his room.

yup WAYY better than the movie

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you

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whalesforhands · 5 months

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for what i have overlooked

fleeting memories and unsaid words, there’s a beauty in all of them.

HBD GOJO SATORU

“So? So? Wanna spend time with your lovely teacher and tell him all about your training?” A wink that cannot be seen from under his blindfold as he throws out a peace sign, holding it up to his eyes, awaiting the replies of his precious students.

His antics are ignored.

“Panda, that punch needs some work. Loosen your fist a little next time.” She takes a bite of the ice pop, the crunch of the cold treat loud.

“Oh yeah? Inumaki said that I got a mean kick though. Should I try that next time?” The crinkling of plastic as he unwraps the ice cream sandwich, licking his lips.

“Salmon!”

Maki wipes the sweat from her brow, confident grin upon her face. “Yeah, bring it.”

Oh well. Guess he’ll just eat by himself, then. Rummaging through the remains of the plastic bag and digging around, he hums. He was sure he had bought enough— Scooping up all the remaining ice creams they had and dumping it at the counter as he took a phone call.

Oh! There it is! His hand pulls out still chilled plastic, excited grin on his face as he flips it over to inspect the flavour. Like a roulette for ice cream flavours, would he like it? Love it? Hate—

His brows furrow as he looks at the packaging, his eyes squinting at he looks at the tiny prints and lackluster colours. Man, he got one of those old timey flavours…

“And there!” A hand catches the ice cream bar midair. “Red bean flavour for the masses!”

“And my cigarettes?”

“Heh.” He runs a hand through his hair dramatically, swiping hair away from his eyes as he poses with the mentioned item. “The great Gojo Satoru never forgets!”

A plastic packaging is thrown at the girl who seamlessly catches it in one hand, lax smile on her face as she nods in thanks. “The great Gojo Satoru should remember to tie his shoelaces.”

“Wha—?!” That nasty trickster of a woman! His complaint dies on the tip of his tongue when he watches her settle down beside you on that familiar bench, the sun already beginning to set as the blue of the sky starts to fade into a colourway of pink and orange.

Was the day over already? These summer days always seemed like they were far too short.

Watching as you chomp down on the ice cream held to your lips, the cold taking over your teeth as you feel a tingle up your spine. “Mmm… Suguru, I think they changed the flavour on this one.”

“Really?” He leans towards you. “I’ll have a try then—“

“I want a biteeeeeee!~” Satoru has an arm around your shoulders as he drags you in closer towards him, “Pleaseeeeee?” Puppy dog eyes and a whimpered plead, he bought it all, so please?

This… Was meant to be a shared treat between yourself and Geto to compare the red bean ice cream brands. Though, you suppose a variance in your experiment wouldn’t hurt. A peek over at Suguru only catches him rolling his eyes with a smile. That’s a yes, then.

“I’m not quite sure if you’ll like this though, Satoru. It’s a bit different to the ones we usually eat.” You’re slightly worried as you turn to hand him the stick, only for his hand to wrap around yours and aid in personally bringing it to his mouth.

“Don’t you worry about it~” Perhaps you don’t understand yet; but he would take anything as long as it’s from you.

“One bite, Satoru.” Geto is unwittingly firm despite his lax expression, his copper-amethyst eyes watch intently as Gojo starts opening his mouth. “One.”

And one bite he did take, engulfing the entire treat in his mouth.

“Ahh, this greedy—!” Suguru’s arm flies across Shoko to grab onto the ice cream that was about to be swallowed whole, hand immediately around Satoru’s and yours, attempting to pull it away only to end up with empty wooden remains.

You’re too shocked to even react.

“And that’s why I hide my ice cream.” Shoko only nods in, her head against your shoulder as the straw of her iced tea is held in between her lips.

“That was one bite!” He’s speaking through chews as he feels the icy chill seep into his teeth, feeling Suguru smack his shoulder lightly in revenge. “Bleg— Sour!”

Maybe he’s glad that this brand has lasted the test of time, despite the unappealing flavour profile. Maybe— He’ll enjoy it this time?

Gojo Satoru’s grin doesn’t falter as he tears the plastic away with ease, blindfolded eyes staring at the cold treat only momentarily, before he takes a bite.

Oh. It’s still a little too sour for his tastes.

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“Gojo-sensei! Ya sure you’ll be fine without an umbrella?” Yuuji waves at him from under the umbrella the first-year trio stood, calling out to him from the heavy rain. Does he not want to share with them?

“Aha, don’t worry about a thing, Itadori! Look!” His hand is held out for the three to observe, outstretched and showing off just how perfectly dry it remained despite the pouring rain. Infinity truly was quite the gift.

“Ehhhh?! Gojo-sensei, you’re amazing!”

“Don’t flatter his ego.”

“Ahhh, lucky! He doesn’t have to worry about the rain messing up his hair…”

“Heh, I’m the strongest, after all!” There’s a ringing in his chest, a thump in his heart. “See ya later!” A salute before he departs.

The crowd shifting about him, the patter of the rain against umbrellas and concrete as he walks, easily navigating through as he treks the way back to campus.

He used to love rainy days, you know?

He notices you holding a palm out, letting the rain droplets fall onto your hand as you sigh, staring up at the darkened skies.

“Well, well, well! Look what we got here!” An arm around your shoulders as you hear him laugh from behind you. “Looks like it’ll be raining for quite a bit!”

You only let out a sigh, leaning back into his arm as you pout at the dreary weather. “I didn’t think it would rain this heavily today…” You really should’ve listened when Nanami started squinting at the clear sky and reminded you to take an umbrella.

A hum from the white-haired sorcerer as mischievous blue glint from underneath black frames, the impish grin alluding to something more. “Sayyyyyy, you were only gonna go back to the dorms, right?” He’s starting to unbutton his uniform jacket.

You nod. What… Is he planning?

“Then, let’s go! Brace yourself!” You feel fabric fall softly over your head, your eyesight shrouded in darkness as you feel your hand being grabbed, larger fingers intertwining with your own as you’re dragged forward and out into the unforgiving rain.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both at the entrance of your dorm home, sweating, wet, muddy and messy from the trip. “See?” He holds a thumbs up. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Your hand still hasn’t loosened its grip on his as you suddenly feel him shiver, a sneeze being let out. It wasn’t bad at all, but you think you’re both about to be sick. You sigh, but thumb grazing over the skin of his hand. “We’re both gonna be sick because of this, you know?” He feels extremely cold.

“And you shouldn’t have given your jacket to me, you don’t look well at all.” His white buttonup had been completely soaked through, water dripping from his head as you stare up at him, removing the wet jacket from your shoulders. A shift in your hands results in you letting go, a whine dying on his lips when he feels your dryer palms go up to his face. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

He could retort, tell you at least he made it back with you in one piece. Though, the way you look at him causes a stutter in his heart, pleading worry and concern in your eyes has him feeling… Guilty. He’s Gojo Satoru- He doesn’t get sick, nobody was ever concerned about his wellbeing till this point. Why would they? He’s one of the greatest. He didn’t have people like you or Suguru, hells, even Shoko—

Maybe he gets it. Maybe this is what the word of ‘love’ means. He should do this again sometime—

“Are you both insane?” Shoko is absolutely unimpressed as she stops in front of the both of you, towels already in hand.

Maybe he is, if he gets to evoke such reactions from you all.

He stares up at those grey skies, his palm having an itching, almost phantom warmth as he feels a subconscious twitch of his lips.

He hopes the rain stops soon.

——

“Ah- He’s waking up.” There’s a hand upon his cheek as he starts to crack open his eyes, smooth skin stroking his own and the usual weight of his sunglasses off his face.

Gentle voices, gentle touches. His nose picks up on the scent of grass, the feel of the summer breeze upon his cheeks, his head against something soft, something comforting.

“Satoru, you finally awake?” He hears a deep chuckle, a gentle voice stroking his ears, another graze of fingers upon his soft face. “You’ve been asleep for almost an hour.”

“Hrmm…” He doesn’t feel like waking up, doesn’t wanna leave this overwhelming warmth.

“Suguru, we should let him sleep a little more.” You were always the soft-hearted one. “I think he deserves it.”

Gojo Satoru thinks he’s deserving of a lot of things, such as his position upon your lap where he naps with comfort. He flips onto his side, enjoying the way you continued to stroke his head, fingers running through snow-white locks.

“Fine, just a little longer. Then it’s my turn.”

He opens his eyes to realize it was another dream. A frequent occurrence that leaves his eyes feeling dry when he lifts his blindfold up, fingers grazing across a wetness to the soft fabric.

Oh.

It hurts to breathe till the point of bruising on the days his lingering regrets stir within him, the swirling uneasiness causing him strife that he long thought he had gotten over.

It’s with those days that he thinks he’s pathetic; made to give up on things he never wanted to let go of, but with those feelings come a forgotten reminder of warmth. The blank lines that had been filled with nothing but those days.

Memories, dreams, hopes and all that was alike. He holds onto them, clawing at the remainder of their existence. A blue of youth that was unlike no other, a spring of sun-filled bloom that he wants to keep.

Because, only then will he be fine alone, wouldn’t he? It serves as a way to keep him together, keep him whole. He has to be.

He’s the strongest, after all.

Notes:

Gojo could’ve used Infinity when running through the rain with you. But you wouldn’t have been able to touch him.

He thinks he’s found a newfound taste for red bean ice cream.

#dyf au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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sheerluxk · 7 months

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𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 | hajime kashimo x f!reader

synopsis: you’re a recently graduated jujutsu high sorcerer with a hint of gojo satoru’s charm and confidence in your personality, trying to hunt down kashimo over his 100 points, but you end up getting your ass whooped, until you decide to pull up your domain as a last resort.

warnings: slight mention of bruises and blood; organ puncture?; kashimo being rude, but cute; violent thoughts that include drowning and impaling; mentions of sukuna; mentions of gojo; hint of jealousy; reader has an air-based cursed technique cuz she’s an airhead

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Who knew that the Culling game was going to be this dynamic? Kenjaku, obviously.

“Got any last words, girl?” the spiky-haired male covered in all white taunted, holding out his nyoi staff towards your beaten up form, as you were currently sitting on your ass, covered in bruises and bloodied up.

Even a little zapped, as he continuously sent charged electricity attacks your way, until you lost count of the times you tried to redirect them by manipulating the air molecules around you. You slipped up once and he took advantage of your opening, absolutely throwing a combo of lightning bolts your way.

You’re pretty sure your hair was standing up like Megumi’s at this point. You didn’t look cute, like him, though.

And yet, before all this unfolded, you had somehow convinced Panda and Hakari to let you negotiate with the other player currently in possession of the 100 points, other than Hiromi Higuruma, who was Yuji’s personal endeavor. That player being Hajime Kashimo, the Thunder God, self proclaimed or not. As the battle progressed, you were nonstop eating shit and Kashimo was feeding it to you.

Needless to say any further, you got yourself in a pretty messy situation.

“Argh, what a pain…” you groaned as you felt your nose getting stuffy from all the blood currently clogging it. Using reverse cursed technique would exhaust you too much, as you only had one chance to turn this fight around.

And perhaps show off a bit. You were Gojo-sensei’s recently graduated and favorite student, after all. Well, one of the favorites. That top spot was either reserved for Yuta or Megumi.

Or even Yuji was a good enough candidate—

You decided it was best to shake away the slight churn of jealousy in your stomach, and focus on the flow of cursed energy coursing through your body. The current conditions of the fight coincided with your domain’s potential for success. That didn’t happen a lot, so the Kami were on your side that day.

You didn’t mind the cocky smirk the reincarnated sorcerer was sending your way, as you stood up and brushed your hand across your runny nose, leaving a trail of red across your face. For what it was worth, you’d consider yourself looking badass in that moment.

Kashimo was still looming over you, observing your every move attentively. He was essentially letting you do your thing, which convinced you that he was underestimating you, but you didn’t let that thought from stopping you to summon your domain that you’ve been working on tirelessly throughout the span of your high school years.

You cupped your wrists together in a fist with both index fingers pointing upwards,

“Domain expansion: Iron Lung”

A large, dark glass-like sphere engulfed both you and the monotone-clothed man. The vicinity of the domain was pitch dark aside from the apparition of two giant lungs, seemingly expanding and shrinking, as if they were breathing. You were nowhere in sight.

“My domain is simple,” your voice echoed around the walls of the enclosure, “It sucks up all of the oxygen in your body in 1 minute.”

Kashimo heard footsteps approach from behind. He chuckled under his breath, “I’d need less than a minute to defeat you, girl.”

He whipped his body in your direction, swinging his staff towards you, aiming directly for your head. You seemingly evaporated upon contact.

He raised his brow, his smile only growing larger,

“Oh?”

You cleared your throat, “I wasn’t done. In my domain, I myself, am just like air. The sure-hit effect doesn’t affect me, though.”

Meaning that you wouldn’t run out of oxygen. The white-haired male hummed in response, seemingly unfazed. In mere seconds he appeared to have thought of something,

“You ought to have made some pricey binding vow for that, girl,” he smirked.

He swiftly dashed towards the giant lungs, throwing his staff with a zap of imbued cursed energy, successfully puncturing the left one,

“You’ve made this all too easy for me, woman!” he taunted, laughing.

He felt as if he had found the weak spot in your domain. No, he was convinced that was it. It had to be.

Though, nothing stopped him from feeling the air around him get stuffier. About 30 seconds have passed since the domain had been active, and it wasn’t showing any signs of breaking. The punctured lung was also pulsing as normal.

He let out a whiff of annoyance. There had to be something else to your domain, and he was too stubborn not to find out.

“You’re bluffing, girl.” he mouthed, despite the air demand getting higher by the second.

“I’m not unfortunately, Kashimo-san,” you chirped as you balanced on the protruding part of Kashimo’s nyoi staff. He found the act rather disgusting. And saying his name brought weirder sets of feelings of it’s own. He hated it.

You were playing with him and he hated it.

“I made my domain extremely vulnerable to outside attacks, so that it’s basically near indestructible on the inside. Unless you have some buddy to save you,” you pretended to look at an imaginary watch, “Then, you’re pretty much done for. All shriveled up like a little raisin.” you giggled at your own association for a joke.

You had to admit in that moment that Gojo’s way of taunting his enemies was rather contagious. It was very well passed down to you at this point. You weren’t sure if this quirk was best left untreated, or completely abandoned. But you knew that you missed him. So, you had to obtain those 100 points, as your teammates and Gojo alike were relying on you.

Kashimo ignored you as he was starting to feel the lightheadedness kick in, but despite that he was still able to mouth a snarky remark, “You’re a total trash sorcerer, but I guess you still took advantage of the situation, huh?”

You could swear that he almost sounded impressed.

He couldn’t believe that he was getting outsmarted by such a weakling. Your cursed energy output was low but rather high in reserves. Average at best. It was also air based, and the attacks included flinging him up in the air, which needed some work. In terms of damage you were like a cloud, while he was lightning, obviously.

And yet, you still had the upper hand. Simple techniques were always so complicated, and he hated it.

By this time, he only had about 10 seconds left before he was out for good. He couldn’t use his trump card, as it was reserved for the King of curses, but he also couldn’t die out here like that.

Much to his dissatisfaction, he swallowed his pride, the idea of a rematch later in time softening the blow to his ego,

“Fine. The points are yours to take, girl.”

Before he took one of his last breaths, you jumped down from your little elevation, as the domain scattered like broken glass all around you.

You and Kashimo found yourselves back at the dock you two were previously fighting at. He felt the extreme urge to drown you in the body of water, but he was too focused on gasping for air, as he was supporting himself with his knees and hands. His staff hit the ground with a violent thud not long after. His intrusive thoughts of having it impale your head then and there were suppressed. After all, it’s petty to attack when you’ve already waved the white flag. He knew that.

Ironically, he did look like one giant white flag, while you looked like a walking red flag in his opinion.

You eventually walked up to him and crouched down next to his form, and shot him a grin, very reminiscent of the one belonging to the strongest sorcerer of the present era. He was too stupefied to respond to your advances at that time.

“Ah, now that you know the conditions of my domain, guess it’s best to change the binding vow, no?” you said to yourself, putting a finger to your lip.

Kashimo observed you quietly, ‘You can’t just change a binding vow to your liking, you fool.’

You watched him sit up as you two were staying still for a while, “So, you mentioned you wanted to fight Ryomen Sukuna?”

“Don’t taunt me, girl.” he growled, turning his face away from you.

His reaction earned a gasp out of you, “No, I’m not! I can help you find him, swear!” you defended.

He faced you again, as the rogue hairs of his messy buns swayed, “You really are a fool.”

You ignored his comment and got up to dust your uniform off. “You can consider me Sukuna’s senpai!” you exclaimed, pointing to your chest with your thumb.

Kashimo’s expression changed into one of pure confusion. A look that almost said “Huh?”.

Nevertheless, for what it was worth maybe keeping you around would prove fruitful. A rematch was on the way, too.

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nicklesbam · 11 days

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Teachers pet

smut

reader is over 18

Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest jujustu sorcerer, most intricate, most diligent, and most childish. Satoru Gojo is my teacher.

“Gojo sensei!” Yuji came running towards the teacher, Nobara Kugisaki hot on his trail

“Hide me sensei!” Yuji quickly hid behind Gojo while the teacher laughed

“I’m gonna kill you Itadori!!” She came running towards him quickly with anger. Megumi sighed following after the two while I chuckled at their interactions. I nudged Megumi playfully

“C’mon ‘gumi, it’s funny” he cracked a small smile. We walked back to the group and while I was amused with the interaction, I couldn’t help but be distracted by a certain white haired man. I forced my head to turn to my classmates instead before I lost myself

“Y/n please get her!!” Yuji shouted towards me. I laughed at him

“Sorry no can do, we have training soon. Gotta go buddy” I made an excuse to get out of there, leaving Yuji with Nobara. I chuckled at the thought while walking to my dorm to change for our training exercises. I hurried and changed into a pair of shorts and cropped tee before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Nobara

“We’re about to start training” she looked at my outfit, “woah, love your outfit!” I thanked her and complimented her outfit. Today was a hot day so it wasn’t surprising seeing her in shorts and a tee either. We walked together to the field laughing and talking

Once we showed up we saw Yuji training with panda and Megumi training with Maki. I smiled at the way panda was throwing Yuji

“What the hell are they doing?” My voice sounding amused until we heard a voice behind us

“I could ask you the same thing” I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see Gojo. Nobara also being scared started to yell at Gojo until Maki called her over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Gojo

“You scared me” I chuckled looking at the man wishing I could stare into his eyes and not a blindfold. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face

“You ready for training?” He moved his face closer to mine. My cheeks tented a light pink as I started getting flustered. I moved my face to the side hoping he wouldn’t notice

“Yeah a-always” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His smirk grew into a cheeky smile

“Good because you’ll be training with me” I turned to him quickly with my eyes wide

“W-what?” I asked in disbelief, “but I’m nowhere near as experienced as you” I tried to reason with him. He had the cockiest smirk on his face

“That’s why I’m going to teach you” he moved in close and whispered right by my ear. My face turned red all the way to the tips of my ears. He leaned back and even though I can’t see his eyes a chill went down my spine as his eyes raked over my body

“Cute outfit sweetheart” with a last compliment he was on his merry way down to the other students. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Surely I was imagining it, I mean he is THE Satoru Gojo. He wouldn’t be flirting with a student like me when he could have anyone he wanted

“Y/n!” I was broken out of my thoughts when my name was called over by none other than the man who has me so flustered, “we’re deciding partners, come join” his smirk was teasing at this point. I nodded my head and silently walked over to the group

Yuji was paired with panda, Maki was paired with Nobara, and Megumi was paired with Toge. Of course I already knew my partner. I don’t understand why he chose me but he’s Satoru Gojo, I can’t really question him

Everyone started in hand to hand combat. I looked to Gojo with determination and slight confusion. I got in stance and my nervousness must’ve shown because he lightly chuckled

“Ok sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got” with two fingers he motioned me forward in a ‘come higher’ movement. With a determined look I started a run towards him and tried to blow a hit onto his face but he dodged and grabbed my hand, forcing it behind my back and him right along with it. He leaned in close to me

“Got to be quicker than that” His voice seductive giving chills down my spine. With my head unfocused he sweeped my legs from under me and forced me onto my stomach. I moaned out in pain while Gojo internally enjoyed every bit of this predicament

After he let me go we went a couple more rounds that all ended with me in sultry positions. Everyone stopped training when the sun began to set, that was our cue to stop as well. I started packing everything I brought with me and my mind was going a million miles a minute with suggestive thoughts. I shook my head to clear them and began to walk back until I hear my voice called again by the same man. I turned and walked back trying not to think of every way this man could have me bent over and mushy brained

“I just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job today!” He said energetically. I scoffed

“I didn’t land a single hit on you though” I looked around and almost everyone was gone, those who weren’t were on their way. I turned back to him and he had his head tilted, almost as if he was studying me

“If you landed a hit, it would be because I let you.” Once he stated that my cheeks grew flushed once again and I avoided looking at the man once again. I hate how stupid it is but I grew wet just from that sentence

“Anyways I wanted to give you a little reward for holding your own” he spoke back to his normal voice. I looked up at him confused which just drove him to go on

“C’mon, follow me” he spoke in a chipper voice with me following after him quietly. He led us to his classroom

“What are we doing in here Gojo sensei?” I asked confused. He smiled at me and for some reason it sent major chills down my spine

“Could you sit up here for a moment while I grab something?” He patted the desk and I slowly nodded not getting how he didn’t ask me to sit at a desk instead but following anyways. I sat on the desk patiently while he riffled through his drawers

“Sensei Gojo?” I asked out. He looked up at me with a smile that made my heart stop and my legs subtly rub together

“Call me Satoru sweetheart” I flushed a deep red. I nodded my head

“Satoru… what is my reward?” I asked with my interest piqued. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for and quickly grabbed it. Before I could see what it was he hid it behind his back and walked in front of me

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes” I listened almost instantly. He hummed in satisfaction. Satoru leaned both of his arms on each side of me, caging me into him as he leaned in close. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt his presence so close. Suddenly I felt our lips connect in surprise causing my lips to part in surprise

Satoru took this as an opportunity for entrance with his tongue. I leaned into the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, obviously he won. I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t notice his hand slip into my shorts and suddenly there was buzzing. I broke the kiss as I moaned feeling the buzzing on my clit. Gojo leaned back to watch my face with a grin

“Oh good, you like your surprise” he boasted and reveled in the way I twitched and bucked my hips. I looked to his face while moaning just wishing I could see his eyes

“Satoru” was all I could get out. My hands looked for some place to hold as I raised my hands and gripped the edge of the desk. His grin grew as did the tent of his pants. Satoru turned the vibrator frequency up and my head flew back

“Please” Was all I could say. What I was begging for? I don’t know. He pressed the vibrator impossibly closer and my legs started to shake as my eyes rolled back

“Aww are you about to cum?” He mocked me. Just as I was on the edge of my orgasm he turned the vibrator off. I whined in disappointment

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the real surprise is right here” he started to unbuckle his pants. I sat back up and looked where his hands were. I’ve been dreaming of him since I met him, I was practically drooling already. He paused his movements

“Do you want this?” He asked suddenly in a serious tone. I nodded my head frantically

“Please, want it so bad” I practically pleaded. His smile came back and he hurried to get his pants off. Once he unbuckles his pants he takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room. He quickly got rid of his shirt along with it. I couldn’t help but stare at his physique, entranced by a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods

I reached out and trailed my nails along his abdomen softly. His breath hitches at the contact of my skin and he chuckles

“Like what you see?” He teased with a smirk. I merely nodded then looked up into his blindfold

“Yes, very much”

I figured this was long enough so part 2 coming soon bby’s

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reidslovely · 10 months

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I wanna know how frst Peter reacts to reader getting a preganancy scare! Like what's your version of him in it? Maybe a small blurb?

Stop because I've had this thought before and I've asked people about it but I've never been asked this. I think it would go something like this…

TW: mentions of pregnancy, and throwing up

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You were sitting nervously on the steps of Theta Tau, hands balled nervously in your lap.Eyes directed to the stone pavement in front of you, head shooting up at every pair of nike panda's that came into your sight. A few of the brothers offered you to come in and wait for Peter as they got back from classes, confused as to why you were sitting outside the door of the house like a vampire scared to cross into a church.

"Parker put your ass out already? I can kick his ass." Harry offered. You smiled back putting your hand up.

"All good Harry I just I need to catch Peter as fast as possible talk to him about this project thing."

You lie through your teeth and the bile is creeping up your throat again. You couldn't be pregnant..could you? You guys had been safe..most of the time. But nothing is fully effective, you both understood the risks you just...never thought it would happen to you.

"Okay well he was leaving Octavius' lab about fifteen minutes ago should be any moment now."

The pregnancy test in your bag screamed at you. Well the pregnancy tests..plural..three. "Thanks Harry."

"Yeah no worries see you tonight." He whispers, looking over his shoulder skeptically. "Wait Har..?"

"Yeah?"

Harry was Peter's best friend, he'd know how Peter would react and if you knew..it would make this all easier.

"What are you doing here bashful?"

The nickname sent goosebumps down your body, and not the kind that makes you excited to feel one's presences. The kind that makes you feel like a little kid standing in a mess they created afraid to move.

You turned to Peter a smile on your face. Greeting him with a hug and kiss, hands grabbing at his jacket. Noticing the immediate switch in demeanor his arms are around you in seconds...hands ripping out the earphones in his ear.

"Okay, it's okay. Your hearts beating so fast." He whispers. "I hear it, it's okay." He whispers, his face showing no change not wanting to alert Harry.

You two snuck past everyone, the only person alerted was Harry who didn't push any further than what he was invited into. Sneaking up to his room, he pushed a chair under the handle and sat you down quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant."

You don't know why you said it like that.

Peter's jaw dropped slightly and color drained from his cheeks, you both thought he was on the verge of throwing up like you had all morning.

"You're sure?" Before you could get your words out he's spiraling out hands shaking and talking faster than normal. His mumbles falling out under his breath hands shaking as they held your knees.

"No I have tests in my bag, I wasn't ready..I couldn't take them alone."

Panic still laced every movement he made, his hands coming up to hold your face. "Okay..lets do it."

So he stood with you in the bathroom facing the door, wanting to give you some shred of privacy, his head leaning against the painted red wood of the door his life flashing before his eyes and you felt yours crumbling down as you dried your hands.

"It's okay, okay we can do this whatever the outcome is we can do this." You whisper holding his shoulders turning him to face you.

Peter nodded, his hands rubbing your shoulders. "Octavius just started paying me it's not a lot but I've got plenty saved up." He spoke in a shaky tone, the muscles in his neck tight but he looked at you with such loving eyes. He meant everything. "We could do this. Yeah, we could live here..or not" He says after seeing the way you hunch your body forward with a laugh. "the summer before my freshman year I turned the attic of my house with May into a little like apartment we could live there until we can afford something. And I find a way to work and provide for us." He flattened out your hair tucking it back.

"I can work Peter..I'd just be pregnant. I could still work at the office."

"No, I wouldn't have it." He jokes kissing your head. "You'll be so tired already, and I'd love nothing more than to come home and take care of my girls."

"You're girls..we don't even know if I am."

"Well I think either way we will have a girl. I'm a total girl dad, look at me."

You smiled and pushed your face into the soft fabric of his polo shirt, your tears absorbed into the fabric.

"I've got you..I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much bashful alright, you're my girl."

'You're my girl' was the best way to be described by Peter, it was like a status symbol. Parker's girl got all the attention, all the coolest parties, it was one that got you known pretty well around campus. Peter was gonna take care of you, and you felt so silly thinking anything else.

Peters hand rubbed circle around your lower back, his free hand rubbing against her stomach at all the what if's. He was nervous but he could do this, he'd always wanted to be a dad. This was a little earlier than expected but, he could do this. "If it makes you feel better I can only hear your heartbeat." He laughs

"It's to early to hear another one this early.."

"You never know. What are you gonna do if my radioactive jizz makes our baby come out with four legs and little fangs."

"Become a phenomenon I guess..all that news coverage would pay our little spiders way through college."

"Hey our little spider is gonna be legacy because of me. You're welcome." He laughed nuzzling your face to his. You smiled, rolling your eyes in response. The timer rang out through out the bathroom and you looked at him. "I can't do it..I can't look."

Peter nodded closing out the timer, and walking over to the sink. You felt a peace in knowing whatever it was gonna be you'd be fine and safe with Pete.

"Well.."

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just-jordie-things · 11 months

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hellooo!! prompt 11 (i almost lost you) kiss with inumaki ^^

the way u write him is literally amazing 🙏🙏

11: "I Almost Lost You" Kiss ___

when gojo sent you, inumaki, and panda back to jujutsu tech, you weren't sure what to expect. but you didn't think twice before agreeing. if yuuta and maki need help, you'd be there without question- and you were.

you probably should have given it a second thought- geto suguru was a special grade sorcerer after all, and he alone took on the five of you with ease.

maki was badly beaten, and it had taken a great deal of strength for you to move her somewhere you hoped she would be safe until the situation was handled. your heart was beating in your ears with a the fear of uncertainty of her well being, but you knew your friends still needed you to fight.

when you returned to the fight, your heart shattered. much of the courtyard and nearby buildings had been destroyed, and it was obvious by who as rika and another large curse you didn't recognize were throwing each other around like toys. the high pitched screech of the queen of curses sent a chill in your bones that made you grateful she was on your side.

you tried to aid yuuta and toge- you weren't sure where panda had gone- to the best of your ability. but you'd already exerted so much energy in downtown tokyo, and the again when you'd rushed maki to safety. with every step you took, every swing of your blade, you found your vision blurring, and your heart pounding in your head.

if you weren't careful, you were going to get yourself hurt. but it was hard to be careful when you were hardly even thinking before welding your weapon. there was simply no time.

red clouds your vision, and it feels as though you're out of body as you swing at geto again, again, and again- your cursed energy buzzing through your veins being the only thing you could feel besides anger.

this must be what runners feel, you think distantly. all you know is exhaustion, you've never pushed yourself so hard that you think your entire body could crumple to the ground at any moment and yet your attacks remain ferocious and unrelenting.

it even hurts to breathe, you think you may have broken a rib, and you're sure you've sustained other injuries, but you don't rest. you don't even catch your breath.

it's not until you watch the curse in geto's control strike at toge and send him flying some thirty feet behind you that your animosity falters. your blade almost falls from your hand as you watch the way his body flies through the air. the cry you let out is guttural, and you pay no attention to anything else around you as you take off in the direction he's falling.

there's not a chance you could ever make it there in time before he hits the ground, but still you're pushing your aching legs as hard as you can to try and reach him.

that unsettling fear that had nestled into your chest earlier is presenting itself again, sending a drop to your stomach that would have made you throw up had you any energy to do so. your throat is dry and and burning as it tightens, your breaths quick an uneven. there's not nearly enough oxygen in your lungs to even keep you upright let alone conscious- yet here you were sprinting at full speed.

yuuta's a special grade, too, you try to remind yourself of your more-than capable classmate's abilities. him and rika can certainly defeat geto. they have to. and so they will.

when toge hits the ground it's just a few feet ahead of you. he doesn't make a sound as he crashes, and you're certain he's already lost consciousness. he probably plummeted fifteen feet, he'll be lucky if he gets up with only a broken arm. when you finally approach him, you can see it's much, much worse.

there's dried blood caking his jaw, from the overuse of his cursed speech, no doubt. and that doesn't seem to be the worst of it. every tear in his uniform displays blue and purple bruising. his arm is twisted behind him in an unnatural bend, and worse, there's blood pooling underneath him.

your feet trip over rubble as you near him, sending you crashing down beside him, but even as your knees are bruised and bloodied you don't care. your hands are grabbing toge by his shoulders, your chest heaving as you gasp and choke for air- something that's becoming even harder the more you try to do.

breathing is the least of your concerns.

"t-toge," you shake his shoulders, gently at first as you're worried about his injuries, but when he doesn't immediately react, you're shovinghim roughly against the ground, hard enough you're certainly leaving bruises of your own. "toge-!"

you can hardly speak, your empt lungs finally catching up to you. one of your hands grabs the collar that's hung around his neck, and you try to wipe some of the blood from his face. it stains the blue material.

but if he wakes up you'll buy him a new one. you'll buy him a hundred new scarves if he'd just wake up.

you can't bear the thought of him not waking up. you don't know what you'd do. you'd probably die by his side, failing to pay attention to the surrounding threats. it was a foolish way to go, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. you remained glued beside him, almost overtop of him as you kept your grip glued to his shoulders. you tried to pay attention to what was happening around you, desperate to protect him, but you didn't exactly feel equipped for the job.

you couldn't move, you could barely breathe, and you weren't even sure how much longer you'd stay conscious, but you vowed right there that you'd fight till your dying breath to make sure no harm came to the boy you cared for so deeply again.

you can't quite see what happened, due to your dwindling focus, but there was a bright flash of light, so bright that it blinded you, and you brought your hand to your eyes to shield them while you tried to make out what was happening.

who's power was this? you wondered, before the light ceased, replaced by a gentler glow of pink and purple hues. was this yuuta's doing? or was it geto's?

just as you're trying to blink your eyes enough to steady your focus, you feel something wrap around your wrist, tugging in a weak motion.

your head whips around so fast you feel the sore muscles in your neck burn, but you brush off the pain when you see Togo's eyelashes briefly flicker, before his eyes squeeze shut.

"toge- toge?" you're breathless, your lungs finally ready to give out from the leap of excitment in your breathing.

you're ignoring the fireworks show behind you, not caring how this whole ordeal is going to come to it's end, as long as the boy you love opens his eyes and can tell you he's okay, then you'll accept whatever fate is about to come.

he coughs, wheezes, and then let's out a sigh. you can't tell if he feels any pain or if he's just trying to catch up with being awake, but you grab his hand from his wrist and hold it between yours as firmly as you can.

hell, even your fingers are weak, they tremble under the light weight of his arm, but you just grasp onto him tighter as tears cloud your vision.

"toge, can you hear me?"

you're whimpering, although you're trying not to. you want to remain strong for him, you want to sound clear and concise, so that you can be what he leans on for support. but your heart is beating erratically and you can't help the emotion that overcomes you.

especially ones his eyes peek open with the rasp of his voice.

"salmon"

a choked laugh of relief claws it's way out of your throat, and you think that the lavender hues in his irises is prettier than you've ever seen before.

you're overwhelmed, and you know you can't afford to gasp for air, and so to hold onto the oxygen in your lungs you let your relief take over as you lean over him, and kiss him.

you hold your breath as your lips to his as softly as you can, afraid that even an ounce of pain would be too much for his body to bear. he seems to have the same worry, as you both remain as frozen as you can, letting your mouths brush over one another in a kiss so gentle it's featherlight-ness could easily be mistaken for a mirage drawn up by your subconscious.

when your tears fall onto his cheek, toge knows it's very real. you're right there. and when you pull away from him and his eyes finally focus on you, you're the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on. the sky is painted in bright colors from rika's departure, but none as bright as the look of utter relief and adoration on your face.

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system-to-the-madness · 4 months

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A Promise Kept - Itadori Yūji x Reader

Pairing: Itadori Yūji x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: angst (a tiny speck of fluff in the end) Word Count: 3 951 Warnings: suicidal Yūji, self-harm (Yūji), panic attack(?), throwing up(both Yūji and Reader), death, canon typical violence, description of sever wounds and pain, lots of crying, SPOILERs for up to chapter 137 / episode 47 Summary: Following the Shibuya incident, you try to talk to Yūji, who has locked himself away A/N: Inspired by an ask @delzinrowe sent to @just-jordie-things and I got the permission to write it. This is probably not what you guys had in mind, but I had this idea as soon as I read this ask and stuck with it. Also: I usually don’t write angst unless it ends in a lot of fluff, so this is a first for me.

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“He’s hidden himself away.” Panda’s voice was heavy with concern. Not unjustified concern, considering ever cheerful Yūji had distanced himself from everyone following the events of the Halloween night.

It was the morning of the first of November. Dust still hung in the air like fog, the first sunbeams of a warm autumn morning shining their light on the destroyed Shibuya. You had not slept at all in the past 24 hours, nor eaten anything in the past 12. Instead, you had thrown up even the little stomach contents you had had left. You had tried drinking something, but none of it was any good, you just couldn’t keep anything down. Not the water the half-curse Chōsō had offered you, not the green tea Yaga had handed you, not the broth Ieiri-sensei had convinced you to drink. You had thrown everything back up.

The pictures of the night kept haunting you, of the curses you had exorcised, of the transfigured humans you had been forced to kill, of Gojō-sensei’s eyes looking back at you from that prison realm in Kenjaku’s hands, of Megumi’s lifeless body leaning against a wall, of Nanami-san’s body being torn apart, of Nobara clutching her face before dying. Now of the four first-years, only Yūji and you were left standing. But you were doubtlessly in way better shape than he was. Sure, you were so exhausted that your hands were shaking and your legs quivering, you had cuts across your arms and face, and bruises all over your body, but Yūji was of way worse than that. He had a huge cut right over his nose, was missing a part of his cheek so his teeth were showing. According to Chōsō, Ieiri-sensei had already healed him, but the scars were red and angry, and you knew it still had to hurt. Not to mention what he had gone through, watching his friends die, just like you had. But you were not possessed by an ancient, evil sorcerer who had used your body to wreak havoc to the city, burn it to ashes. And you knew he blamed himself for all of it.

Now, as you stood where once the famous Shibuya Scramble Crossing had been, legs weak from exhaustion and morning sunlight reflecting in the broken glass of the skyscrapers around you, you wondered how you were even still alive. Sweat had dried on your skin, blood crusting your clothes, smears of dust painted your face. The shock of the news you had received about the outcome of the night had not quite settled in, instead it was a slowly creeping terror, that you knew would close its fingers around your heart once you stopped to rest. So it was better not to rest, not yet, not while Yūji was still in distress.

“Where is he,” you asked, turning to Panda, who was climbing over the debris. Somewhere beneath all that rubble the famous statue of that dog, Hachikō, was buried. Along with humans, all of them probably long dead.

“He hid in one of the bathrooms,” another voice answered.

Shielding your eyes from the sunlight, you were met with the sight of Chōsō. Dark circles were painted under his brown eyes, the black tattoo over the bridge of his nose seeming to split his face in two.

“Which one?”

You ignored how strange it was asking the half-curse – whose brothers you had killed – for directions to help your friend… who he also considered his brother. But Yūji was your friend and if Panda’s words were to be believed – why shouldn’t they? – then Yūji needed you. He was your friend. Right? Nothing more than that. And nothing less.

Chōsō looked around for a moment, trying to orientate himself in the rubble, then pointed to the stairwell closest to Shibuya 109.

“Down the stairs, the first bathroom.”

Instead of acknowledging either Chōsō or Panda any further, you began making your way to the entrance of the subway. In the backpack on your bag, bottles of water and bags with food shifted against one another, as you climbed over a piece of a building.

The stairs were almost entirely destroyed, but you made your way down anyway, trying to sort your thoughts out. This was not the time to contemplate your feelings for Yūji, you told yourself. What mattered now was to help him, not because you liked him, but because he needed help. He needed to drink something, something with minerals to avoid cramps later, so Ieiri-sensei had packed sports-drinks in the backpack you were carrying. He needed nutrients and vitamins, also packed in your bag. He needed words of assurance, so you had already thought about what you needed to tell him. That it wasn’t his fault. That without him, many more would have died. That you were glad he was still there. He probably needed a hug or two, and you were prepared to hold him for as long as he needed you to make him realize that you would always be by his side. Because you were his friend. Because you would always stick together.

Now was not the time to think about how you had always felt connected to him, from the first moment on. It was not the time to think about how tight he always hugged you, how close he sat to you during movie nights, how he pretended to serenade you during karaoke or make your favourite ramen for you when you felt down. Nor was it the time to think about how he always made you explain the homework to him, as if he had to force you to do it when really you were thankful for each moment you got to spend with him, especially when it allowed you to gaze at him for minutes on end without him noticing. And whenever he noticed, he would grin at you, as if he were proud of something, and your face would grow warm. One time he had even told you he liked it when you looked at him like this, and you had been unable to meet his eyes for the rest of the day.

And then there were those little touches, the hand on the small of your back whenever he guided you to walk on the inside of the pavement so he was walking at the side of the street. The touches that lingered a little longer than with anyone else. But now was not the time to think about any of that.

The lights in the subway station were flickering, making it hard to see through the dust in the air. On a wall the lit-up advertisement for some sports anime sent flashes of white light into the dark. What you’d give to be the stupid love interest in one of these harmless anime now.

And there was the bathroom.

Stepping through the dark, careful not to fall over any of the debris, you slowly approached the door, your dominant hand at the handle of the cursed katana you had spent the past six months learning how to wield. Listening for any suspicious sounds, you stopped for a moment, before you pushed against the closed door to the men’s bathroom.

It didn’t budge.

Furrowing your brows, your tried again, but the metal of the door refused to swing open.

“Yūji-kun,” you called into the silence.

Something moved behind the door.

“Yūji-kun, it’s me,” you called again, knocking against the door. “Are you in there?”

“Go away!”

Yūji’s voice sounded chocked up and raw when he answered from behind the door, making you exhale in relief. You had found him. And he was conscious.

“Yūji, you need to eat and drink something,” you told him, knocking again.

“Leave me alone, go away!”

“You know I can’t do that,” you refused, trying to suppress the shaking in your voice. He sounded so hurt and lost. All you wanted to do was wrap him in an embrace and protect him from the memories of the night’s events.

“I don’t wanna see anyone right now! Go away.”

“You don’t have to see me, we can keep the door closed if you like. Just-” you sighed, crouching down in front of the door. “Just talk to me. I want to help.”

“You can’t help! You can’t- unless you kill me, you can’t help!”

It felt like your heart stopped beating in your chest, and tears shot into your eyes. You knew Yūji would feel terrible, but bad enough to want to die? You had not expected that.

“Yūji-“

“They’re dead because of me! Because of me Nanamin and Kugisaki-” Yūji’s voice broke off in a sob. “They died because of me! Shibuya is burnt to the ground because of me! So many people died because of me! And Fushiguro- Ijichi-san, Maki-san, Inumaki-san- they all-”

This voice broke off again, and you heard choking from the other side, as if he was throwing up. Or at least trying to throw up. After tonight you were familiar enough with the sound of trying to throw up with an empty stomach.

“Yūji, it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have prevented-”

“Of course, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault, all of it is!”

“No, it’s not! If it had been your fault-”

“Stop saying it isn’t! Because it is! All of it is! Those were my hands who killed all these people! My hands who destroyed Shibuya! All of this only started because I’m a vessel for Sukuna! If I weren’t, they wouldn’t have tried getting to me, and all these people were still alive! It’s all burned into my memory! Every time I close my eyes I see them die, over and over and over again-”

He chocked and gagged again, making your own stomach clench, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You wanted to help him so badly, hold him, comfort him. But the door kept you at a distance.

“If I weren’t possessed by Sukuna, they’d still be alive! Gojō-sensei should’ve just killed me! He should’ve just executed me!” From behind the door, you heard a bang, as if he had punched the wall… no, he had hit his head against it.

“Yūji!” You banged against the door, before placing your flat hand against it. Your fingers curled against the smooth, cool metal, your nails scraping against it in a desperate attempt to get to him. Of course, you could have just kicked down the door, but a part of you knew Yūji wouldn’t forgive you if you were to intrude on this space, he had created for himself, away from everyone. “Yūji, stop it! Stop!”

But another dull bang followed your plea, accompanied by his sobs and more retching.

“He should’ve executed me the moment the order came in! I should be dead!” Yūji’s voice was soar from screaming and crying and throwing up. “I should be dead! Then none of this would have happened! I should be dead! They should’ve just killed me! The world would be better off if I were dead! I should be dead! I should just die! I should-”

“Stop it! Stop it, Yūji! Stop it!” Tears were running down your cheeks as you banged against the locked door again, your voice shrill in your own ears. “Stop saying that! Stop saying you should be dead! Stop it, please stop!” You chocked on your own sobs, weakly trying to bang your firsts against the door. “I need you, you hear? I can’t lose you, too!”

For a moment there was silence on the other side of the door, no more screaming, no more head-against-the-wall-banging, no more retching. Only some heavy breathing.

“You’re only in danger around me,” Yūji eventually answered, his voice quiet. “Sukuna could take over any moment and he’d kill you without hesitation. The only way to ensure everyone’s safety would be to kill-“

“Nobody’s killing you! And those who try will have to go through me first! And the same goes for you! If you try to hurt yourself, Itadori Yūji, I swear by my life I will do everything in my power to stop you!”

Again silence spread between you. Long and heavy silence, interrupted only by your sobs and occasional gagging from Yūji’s side. It spread for so long, that you were almost tempted to ask if he was still conscious, when he spoke up again.

“I want to go home.” It was only a whimper, small and pained in the vast destruction of the night, and it made you want to tear down that stupid bathroom door and pull Yūji into the tightest hug you had ever given anyone. “I want to go home. Not to Jujutsu High. I want to go back to my grandpa’s place. And I want to eat his Naporitan Pasta. And sleep in my old bed. And just forget everything. I just want to feel safe. Just once more. I can’t take this anymore. I just-“

“Yūji, I-“

What were you supposed to say? His grandfather had died over six months ago. The apartment that had belonged to him was empty. Even if Yūji went back to Sendai, there would be nothing left of his old life, there was no way he could ever eat his grandfather’s homecooked meals again. What could you do to help him fill this hole, this loss that was so overwhelming? You had lost family too, but you still had a home to return to, some place to feel entirely safe. The thought, that no matter where Yūji went, he would never feel quite safe suddenly hit you. Not as long as he was possessed by Sukuna.

Suddenly anger bubbled in your chest, pushing aside the grief and fear of the night, and the pain you felt for your friend. As long as Sukuna possessed Yūji, he could never be happy. So you had to find a way to get rid of him.

“Yūji,” you repeated, your voice calmer this time, now that you had finally found a proper thought to express. “I promise you we’ll find a way to exorcise Sukuna. And we’ll free Gojō-sensei and deal with Kenjaku. And when all that is over, we’ll sit down with Megumi and Gojō-sensei and we’ll all make Naporitan Pasta together, in honour of your grandfather. I promise you. So please. Don’t give up. Don’t stop fighting. We need you. I need you. Please.”

Your declaration was followed by more silence, but at least he didn’t seem to throw up anymore.

“Do you promise?” His voice was weak and sounded like he was far away with his thoughts.

“Yes, I do. I promise.”

“Can we have pancakes with strawberries and cream for dessert?”

“As many as you like. I know a really good recipe,” you answered, the weight in your heart lifting a little.

“Okay,” Yūji agreed. “Uhm… can I ask you something?”

“Yes, anything,” you quickly replied, perking up.

“When I open the door… can you- would it be okay if we wouldn’t hug or anything?”

Confused you blinked, but nodded your head before you remembered that he couldn’t see you.

“Oh, ahm, sure. Of course.”

“It’s just-”

“You don’t have to explain-”

“But I want to explain,” Yūji interrupted you. “I just feel like, if someone were to touch me now, I’d have another…” he hesitated for a moment, “another panic attack. Because after all that… how could I allow anyone to touch me, when I’m the one who’s responsible for-”

“You’re not the one responsible! Yūji, please, you need to understand-”

“It doesn’t matter right now, okay? It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted you, sounding impatient. “I just- I just don’t want anyone to touch me, alright? I can’t have anyone touch me. Promise me?”

You took a shaky breath closing your eyes before you answered.

“Okay, I understand,” you assured him. “I won’t touch you unless you want me to, I promise. But I’m here for whatever you need, okay? I also got water and something to eat if you want, alright?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Yūji answered from behind the closed door. “Uhm, one more thing…”

Quietly you listened to what he had to say, blinking your eyes open again.

“I’ve taken quite a beating through the night and Ieiri-sensei couldn’t heal all of it at once so… don’t be alarmed, okay?”

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the painful lump in your throat. You had seen Yūji earlier, before Ieiri-sensei had treated him; you knew what state he had been in. If he warned you now about his appearance…

“I’m not looking exactly fresh either,” you told him, trying to sound cheerful, “I’m sure both of us have looked better than today.”

A small hum sounded from the other side of the door, before you heard shuffling of clothes, the clinking of porcelain against stone tiles and the sound of shoes on dusty ground.

Quickly you scrambled away from the door, but it swung open before you had gotten to your feet. Yūji was right, he still looked quite beaten up. The two worst wounds in his face were healed to fresh, pink scars, but smaller cuts and bruises still littered his skin, not to mention the blood and dust that stuck to his hair and clothes. A red spot was forming on his forehead, slightly swollen with a few scratches in the centre, where he had hit his head against the wall. Underneath his eyes dark circles, quite similar to those of his self-declared older brother, seemed to have taken up permanent residence. Your eyes dropped to his right hand, fresh blood running down his fingers from cuts on the knuckles and dripping to the ground.

“Your hand-!”

Almost you would’ve forgotten what he had requested of you, but your stopped yourself just in time before you reached out, staring up at him from where you were sitting on the ground instead.

“I punched a mirror,” he admitted, his beautiful eyes looking away from you in shame. “I saw those marks under my eyes and I- I got so angry.”

You swallowed again thickly but nodded.

“Let’s get you to Ieiri-sensei,” you decided, scrambling to your feet.

Up closer to his face, you could see the tear streaks on his dusty cheeks. The longer you looked at him the more your heart ached, and the harder it got to stick to your word of not touching him, when all you wanted to do was pull him into a long hug. He sure looked like he needed it. But he had explicitly asked you not to touch him, so you wouldn’t.

“I’m sure she can do something for your hand and those cuts on your arms and stomach.” You gestured to where his uniform had been ripped apart, showing shallow cuts on his pale skin.

“Thank you,” Yūji mumbled, but when you gestured for him to walk ahead, he didn’t move.

“Don’t thank me, thank her,” you tried smiling, knowing you were failing terribly.

“No, I mean… thank you for coming looking for me. And respecting that I don’t want to be touched right now. I know you want to hug me, or want me to hug you… you deserve it so much after this night but I just can’t right now and-“

“And that’s okay. If I want a hug, I’ll ask Panda. He’s cuddly,” you assured Yūji. “I know you feel like the weight of the world is resting on your shoulders. And maybe it is. And while you carry a lot of responsibility, you don’t carry the responsibility of giving me hugs whenever I want them, yeah?”

A small smile tucked at Yūji’s lips, and he nodded. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Sure thing,” you nodded.

“Hey, you said you had something to drink-”

Quickly you dropped the bag to the floor, and pulled out a bottle of the sports drinks, Ieiri-sensei had packed for Yūji and you, handing it to him. He unscrewed it and emptied it in one go.

“Need more,” you offered, holding a second bottle out to him.

“You first,” he demanded, signalling you to drink first.

Obediently you unscrewed the cap and took a few long gulps, the sweetened liquid running down your throat and washing away the salty taste of tears in your mouth.

“How are you,” he suddenly asked, his dark eyes watching carefully as you drank.

After a few sips, you put the bottle down and handed it to Yūji, who eyed it for a moment but waited for your reply.

“Been better,” you admitted. “Tonight was… a lot. But I’m not as badly injured as you – or possessed – so I can’t really complain.”

“Just because others are off worse than you, doesn’t mean you don’t have a right to feel terrible,” Yūji mumbled, chewing on his lower lip. “I know what you’ve seen. Even if it had just been a stupid tv show, or anime or something… the things we saw tonight are enough to give me nightmares for a lifetime. So, I understand how you feel. Don’t down-play it for my sake.” He lifted the bottle to his lips, finishing it as well, before looking back to you again. “I’m asking again. How are you?”

Trying to keep the tears at bay the shot into your eyes, knowing this time you’d have to confront these feeling inside your chest, pursed your lips before answering.

“Horrible,” you pressed out, sniffing.

Yūji nodded. “If you ever need anything, someone to talk to, someone to wake you up from a nightmare… I’ll always be there for you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. And I’ll be there for you.”

“You already are,” he answered.

Neither of you mentioned when you handed him some cereal bar and he hesitantly brushed the tips of his fingers against yours as he took if from you, or how he grabbed your arm to pull you off the floor.

As you made your way back to the staircase that would lead you to the surface, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was important that it had been you, who had come looking for Yūji. You weren’t sure why, but then the backs of his fingers brushed against yours while walking. Instinctively you wanted to draw your hand away, after all you had agreed not to touch him. But then his pinkie brushed yours again, this time linking with it, and you relaxed. For the first time in hours a part of the tension fell away, and you dropped your shoulders, only focusing on the sensation of Yūji’s warm and rough skin against yours. Maybe he wasn’t ready for a hug, but this little bit of contact, contact initiated by him, was more than enough comfort.

At the foot of the staircase he stopped, bringing you to a stop as well.

“I need you, too,” he admitted, his huge, brown, with pain filled eyes glancing over at you for a moment. Confused you furrowed your brows, but then you understood he was referring to what you had said earlier. That you needed him.

You nodded in acknowledgement, taking a shaky breath when you realized that he was not only referring to the war with the curses you were about to face, but to himself generally. The same way you had meant it earlier.

Yūji gently squeezed your pinkie, and nodded back, before you both faced forward again. It would be a long way, to sitting down with Gojō-sensei and Megumi, eating food together, but you would get there, you knew it. And the first step you had to take was up this dusty flight of stairs, Yūji’s pinkie safely intertwined with yours.

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melodiclune · 4 months

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The theory that winners are the only ones who remember the happenings of the games is one that really sticks with me.

Grian going into the first game, with nothing except the whispers of a life he has elsewhere, and the murmurs of the Watchers in his mind. One thing leads to another, and his game ends with blood on his hands and tears in his eyes.

He falls. He dies. But he remembers.

Because then he spawns into a new game with the same people and- and nobody remembers anything. They're all lost, forming alliances and enemies in such stark contrast to everything they had the previous time. Grian is the only one who remembers, and all he can do is watch, like he's always doomed to.

Scott wins, and Scott remembers now. He remembers the flower fields, the burns of betrayal and war and distrust from his own game- and now his own ally from before, Pearl, remembers none of it. He can only watch as they abandon each other, nothing like the first time. Pearl spirals down, down, down- and Scott is the one who remembers how different things used to be.

And he still cares for Pearl. So he lights the TNT, and gives her the blessing (the curse) of remembrance.

Pearl, exhausted, betrayed and tired has no luxury of ignorance anymore. She only has the same people with blank memories to connect to all over again. And she's much more calm this time round, because she remembers the games before her own, too. Allies have been had before, and all she can do is trust, hope, that they will happen again.

(They do. She wants to lead them to the very end.)

And this time- she's killed by her own ally. (No, that's wrong, they were only allies two games ago, and conflicted in the previous- what are they now? Friend or foe?) She can't hold it against him though, of course she can't. They both understand too much for it.

Martyn wins- and he remembers all his past loyalty. The cold of the Red King's rule, the Southlanders and his foray into a game with soulmates with no connection to his own. He has the clutches of betrayal and the corruption of the Watchers guiding him into their next game, and all he can do is listen, as the others make new friends and foes all over again as though nothing before ever existed. The loyal alliances are but an echo of his betrayal and victory.

(Have you ever noticed how winners hardly ever team up with each other? They're all so focused on supporting their allies, after they win, and they hardly cross paths with the previous winners. It's like they know, that the memories leave their connections in confusing pieces. Nobody knows where they lie with each other anymore, and they don't have the blank bliss to take comfort in. Grian never did.)

Grian can only watch, like he's always doomed to- as Scar dons a cloak with poppies and lilacs embroidered, and he's the one who remembers. He's the one who knows what those flowers mean, and Scar is all alone this time round. Pearl throws herself into fire if it means her allies have a shot at winning. (They all fall before her, and all she has is an ally she makes on the same day.) Fighting Scar at the very end is like fighting herself from the past- she's grown so much, since then. She can only hope Scar does too.

Martyn has no one but himself, now that Jimmy's gone, and yet he's betrayed no one this time round. Scott holds his head down as he lets Gem take his final life- he already has the curse of remembrance. For Gem, with such a strong will to win and things to prove, it would mean the world to be the last person standing. She has no memories to recall. It would be far easier on her, than anyone else.

And yet, it's Scar who wins. And he remembers. The burning sun of the desert, the cold winds of a forgotten and lonely mountain, the pandas and the dripstone, the clocktower and a family of old.

All he can do is stare, at the blood on his hands and the quiet stillness of the world. Every other winner understands, the cruel irony of their final stand being the one that reminds them of every other game. The cold clutches of terror when they realise nobody else remembers the way they do.

Maybe that's why they're so understanding, so self sacrificing, and so true to their allies the second they get them. Throwing themselves into each game time and time again, not because they want to win again, but because that's easier than bearing the brunt of the trust and betrayals of the past.

#this got so much longer than i wanted it to be #my posts #melodies #and its just a flurry of my thoughts #mcyt #life series #3rd life #third life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life #grian #smajor1995 #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #goodtimeswithscar

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queenendless · 5 months

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✨️🍰🎉GOJO B-DAY SPECIAL~!🎉🍰✨️

A/n: Tooth rotting fluff cause it's baby's big day!

Set in that Teacher AU cause why not?

The banner down below I made using official JJK illustrations, plus Befunky and etc.

My ideal pairings with the students, teachers, sorcerers and etc sprinkled in with SatoSugu but overall it's our man's big day!

Please DON'T plagiarize, repost, AND/OR translate my FANFIC work. Rather reblog, like and follow instead. I hope you enjoy!

The lights were switched on.

Sounds of poppers went off in droves.

Confetti and streamers flew through the air.

“OTANJOUBI OMEDETOU GOZAIMASU!”

“Why, you shouldn't have!” Sparkles became animated around Gojo's beaming aura as he clasped his hands together in joy one moment before looking and sounding dead serious the next. “But really, you should have.”

“After your insufferable reminders to us the past few weeks, we considered dropping out.” Nanami bluntly put it before sighing in defeat. “L/n-Chan however pleaded for us to aid her in this endeavor.”

“Be grateful L/n is willing to put in all this effort for you, you dolt.” Utahime sternly admitted, although the smooch on her cheek from Shoko had the scarred sorcerer blushing and hiding her cute face in her wife's shoulder to Shoko's amusement.

“Honestly, you knew we were gonna throw one either way. Your disappointed whining wouldn't rest otherwise.” Shoko patted Utahime's noggin, airily adding.

“Congrats, Gojo-san, for one being one year older!” Haibara draped an arm around Nanami's shoulders, leaning against his husband's fit suited form. Raising his alcoholic free drink to that. “And for all your hard work, as always!”

“Yu-kun~!” Gojo shed waterfalls to that; dampening his black blindfold. “Nanamin, why can't you follow your hubby's example~!?”

“Your conduct can answer that.” Nanami's disdain spoke volumes as well.

“So can this grand gift from us.” Nanako and Mimiko rolled up literally with a big wrapped box topped with a bow on a foldable trolley cart.

Eyes widening behind that blindfold, Gojo cheekily giggled as he took that lid off.

With some aided help from inside.

“Tada.” The calm cheer from Suguru as he popped out of that giant wrapped present box with open arms struck love's arrow through Satoru's heart.

“YAY~!” Tackling his hubby to the floor with such intensity made the latter grunt roughly before breaking out in breathy laughs as he was being smothered in amorous smooches followed by Gojo literally chewing on them cheeks.

Expected reaction whenever those two have not been in each other's reach for just mere hours. Imagine days or weeks spent apart.

“I've missed you so much~!” Gojo whined.

Geto chuckled as Gojo suckled and tugged on his reddened cheek. “Satoru, you saw me this morning.”

“Exactly my point! I need my squeeze~” Gojo nuzzled his cheek against Geto's red marked one.

“Gojo-sensei …” Yuji's voice ominously trailed off, getting both senseis attention.

Tokyo and Kyoto students unite, lined up with cream filled pies in all their hands, smug and devious grinning looks on their faces, readying for the strike.

“Tanjōbi omedetō!” Yuji, Yuta, Junpei, Kasumi, Kokichi, Aoi, and Takuma's cheers were more enthusiastic with smiles beaming bright.

“Tanjōbi omedetō.” Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Panda, Mai, Momo, and Kamo were more on the lukewarm side.

“Mentaiko.” That is all Toge owned.

The room exploded with a shared consensus.

That be it, to bury this man, albeit in a celebratory way.

Those pies flew.

A gawking Geto was caged in Gojo's smothering hug, dragging him down with him.

Filled with unbridled enjoyment, Gojo did a double peace sign pose, covered in cream, so memorable, so snapshot worthy as many took them pics. Even with his bashful pie covered husband pressed to his side.

“I hate you,” Suguru grumbled.

“I love ya too.” Satoru cooed, smooching his man fully just to lick all that cream off, taking Suguru's chuckles as a good sign before returning the liplock.

Nanako and Mimiko giggling at their pie coated papas, taking pics whereas the rest of their fellow teens were either flustered by the PDA or were numbed to the daily PDA of these two.

“Hey! Someone better clean up this mess cause it ain't gonna be me!” Riko complained before passing some towels for them to wipe all that cream off when her mom dove in to sweep up said mess. “Not you, Kuroi!”

“But someone has to!”

Gojo waved it off. “Eh, we can clean up after hours. Now then, where did our darling wifey go?” Seeing your figure slipping away in the midst of the creamy chaos made this white cat curious.

“Possibly preparing her gift for you, I believe.” Suguru hinted at, winking as the twins dragged him by the arms to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

The birthday man took that as his chance to find out himself, easily tracing your cursed energy signature, huddled up over the closet in your shared bedroom.

“There you are!” Your heart bursts out of your chest at seeing him pop his head into the room. You were too absorbed in what you held that you forgot to sense for anyone approaching you.

“Did you plan all this for big ol’ me?” Satoru smirked widely as he stripped off his cream splotched jacket, already knowing the answer before it got past your lips.

Your irresistibly shiny lips.

“Hey, Sugu helped. And Ieiri, Yu, Riko, Yuji, Yuta – it was a team effort. There, I said it!” You pouted.

Toru laughed a bit, dropping his creamy jacket to the floor, stretching his arms all feline like, seducing you with his flexing muscles through that black compression shirt, burning up immensely at the sight but turning away to try and focus. “I just didn't have time to wrap it amiss helping set up!”

“Any gift from you is perfect, regardless of the packaging.” He praised, slipping off those creamy pants, revealing his soft blue boxers.

“Well it's my first time celebrating your birthday with you and Sugu wanted me to feel included in helping set up and I was gonna use the kitty wrapping too – MMPH~!”

Being turned around so swiftly made you grow dizzy but his sturdy grasp kept you standing, pinning you as you were flooded with so much warmth.

The taste of creamy goodness came from that piping hot mouth of his as he took his chance to dive that tongue right in.

The familiar dance playing out as he made sure every inch of that succulent mouth of yours was touched by his very essence. Your hands loosened their grip on that small velvet box as your muffled moans made him want to wrap his own hands around you, caressing the back of your head to pull you in deeper with one as well as resting the other on your lower back.

“Such a decadent angel for a handsome devil like myself.” He sighed in bliss, falling back to land on your giant shared bed, pulling you down with him. “Now gimme gimme~!”

You rolled your eyes endearingly at his childlike spirit. “Okay, I give. Here.” You two sat up as you watched in bated breath.

He opened the box to find a silver locket with three tiny gems embedded in the lid.

An amethyst. A turquoise And a (birthstone).

One for each of you three's birth months.

“I considered putting in a blue zircon for your stone, but you're not a fan of traditions so I went with the modern option.”

He held it by the silver chain, chuckling as he marveled in its worth. “It's perfect.”

You scooted closer, hugging his arm, as anticipation made you bounce to his amusement. “Open it up.”

Once that lid flipped open, he gaped a bit.

There was a fitted picture inside. A very familiar one. He should know. He took the pic himself.

It was on your first date with the sorcerer couple.

Seated outside in the early evening.

Vines trailing down the brick back wall.

Fairy lights hanging above.

You had a rose placed behind your left ear; symbolizing your new dating status, by a tenderly smirking Suguru himself who wrapped an arm around you as Satoru took up your other side with a beaming grin as he took the picture himself.

With you blushing, shyly smiling, through it all.

“Man, how a year just passes by.” Satoru got all nostalgic.

“Trying to get that photo at just the right size was a challenge but I'm just glad it fits. Do … Do you like it?”

Your soul trembled as he pulled down his blindfold; his spiky hair now settling down, to see it with his own glowing eyes in the flesh, heartfelt emotion racing through his irises.

He looked up to pierce you with his intense gaze. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

You rubbed your nose with his, giggling as he mirthfully returned the gesture. “Every day since that first date.”

He clasped the locket around his thick neck, now hanging plush between his voluptuous pecs. “Well, I love everything you give me.” He cupped your cheeks to kiss you tenderly. “Thank you Y/n … for this … the bash … for coming into my life.”

A loud rough coughing sound brought you two out of the entrancing moment to look over and see Suguru in his white undershirt and gray sweatpants.

“Our lives, actually.” Suguru crawled over the bed to smooch you just as affectionately. “Satoru, pants."

“I could just go out in my birthday suit~” Satoru coyly suggested.

You nearly got a nose bleed at that.

Suguru snorted before nibbling on those smug lips. “Tonight, you madman. But for now, pants.”

“Hai hai.”

Mai and Momo taking selfies with the decadent sweets spread out.

Kasumi smooching off the frosting she poked on a flustered Kokichi’s nose.

Kamo fails in talking down Todo by putting Yuji through another rival challenge to test their brotherly bestie bond.

Junpei having a dopey grin as he aided Tsumiki with cleaning but trying to focus his eyes anywhere else when the girl nearly caught him every time.

Nobara cuddling against Maki as she live streamed those two on her phone.

Yuuta laughing at something Panda said with Toge holding his hand and giving it a squeeze, intertwined.

Yuji and Aoi having a chugging contest just to have a wandering cursed doll whack into him, choking out his Cola.

Megumi rubs Yuji's back after handing him a water bottle, with Yaga running over to grab his wayward creation, apologizing to Yuji whereas Todo encourages – more like yelling – for his brother to keep striving forward.

The night ended with everyone wearing party hats and blowing in birthday whistles as Satoru, wearing matching sweatpants, smiled as you dimmed down the lights along with Riko and Kuroi rolling out the cake; the candles being the only source of light.

Singing happy birthday.

Capturing this moment with his eyes, his mind, and his soul.

Claps and cheers fill the air after he blows out the candles.

“Ya wanna know what I wished for?” He asked as he settled beside you on the couch, plated cake in hand, savoring every bite.

“Unless you don't want it to come true, probably not.” You reminded him.

“Superstitions or not, I'll only say this …”

Suguru settled on his other side, relaxing against him, humming as Satoru gave a forehead smooch.

“Whatever comes next …”

Eyeing the bustling lively room of students, colleagues, friends and family with awe.

“We face it head on. As one.”

Your face rested against his shoulder, laxing in tranquility.

“Happy birthday, Toru.”

He kissed your forehead next, dropped his plate in his lap so he could wrap his arms around you both, letting you two use him as your pillow.

The fulfilling nourishment topped with the wholesome vibes of today got you three in the mood to just nod off for a bit.

“Thank you … for the best … b-day … ever.”

The befuddled, amused expressions thrown your way went unnoticed by you, of course.

As you three snoozing lovebirds curled up and cuddled up together on that couch.

With that gifted locket in full view.

Those three gems shining bright.

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wheels-of-despair · 9 months

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Clown Around and Find Out Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is. Contains: A quiet night alone, a bad idea, an Evil Woman secret, excessive cursing, panic, rage, attempted murder, happy ending. Words: 1.8k Note: This takes place in the fall of 1990.

"She's gonna murder you."

"No, she's not," Eddie grins, admiring his outfit in the mirror.

"Don't you think it's kinda mean?" Jeff asks.

"That's what makes it funny!" Grant insists.

"She is literally going to murder you," Gareth reiterates.

"She is not! It's just a jump-scare, she's gonna know it's me in like a second!"

"You're gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!" Jeff tries again.

"You guys are no fucking fun anymore," Eddie grumbles, picking up the mask he'd found in a clearance bin after Halloween and modified for this very occasion. "I'm outta here."

"It's your funeral, man," Gareth shrugs.

After a few years of living with Eddie, you learned to appreciate your alone time. You loved him with everything you had, but even (mostly) domesticated, your beloved trash panda was still a lot to handle. So somewhere along the way, a night of band practice for Eddie started to mean a quiet night alone with a book or a "chick movie" for you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoyed these peaceful nights.

However, about a week ago, you and Eddie sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch the new Stephen King miniseries.

IT.

You'd both read the book when it first came out and thought it was awesome.

Seeing it in your living room, on the other hand, was not so awesome.

You hated that fucking clown.

The mile-high forehead. The nose that looked like a blood blister about to pop. The fucking fangs. The whole luring-children-into-the-sewer-and-eating-them thing. Nope, nope, nope.

Eddie had watched the whole thing with fascination. You'd focused your eyes on the dusty little houseplant that lived below the TV whenever that thing was on screen.

And still, it invaded your nightmares.

So tonight, your quiet night alone was something of a nightmare as well. It was so quiet, every little creak echoed through the house.

You put on a movie - an old favorite that calmed your nerves for its duration - but as soon as the soothing whir of the tape rewinding ended with a clunk, the house resumed its creaking. You decided to do some laundry, hoping the washing machine would drown out the little noises that kept making you jump.

You gathered the basket of dirty clothes, hauled it to the laundry room, and began sorting. Still too quiet. You started singing the first song that came to mind to combat the silence as you loaded the washer and poured in the detergent.

When you turned to reach for the cap, you gasped.

There was a fucking clown standing in the doorway. Big forehead. Round nose. Frizzy hair. Ruffled shirt with ridiculously large pom-poms down the front. White gloves.

It's not real. Remember when a cardinal flew past you the other day, and you freaked out because all you saw was a flash of red, and you thought of that fucking clown? It's not real.

And then it fucking moved.

You shrieked and jumped backward, colliding with the wall of your tiny laundry room. There's no fucking way out of here. There are no weapons. If you survive this, you're going everywhere with a machete strapped to you for the rest of your life.

It crosses its arms.

Just like you've seen someone else do on occasion.

"Edward Munson, if you don't have that fucking mask off in 3 seconds, you are in for a WORLD of fucking hurt."

The clown throws up both hands in an exaggerated shrug.

It's just Eddie, right? Fucking with his poor little chicken? He'd laughed after you told him about the first clown nightmare, giving you an "awww" and a patronizing kiss on the forehead. It's just Eddie thinking he's funny. Which he's not. He's really not.

"Eddie, I'm fucking warning you."

But what if it's not him?

It takes a leap toward you.

You grab the handle of the laundry detergent - the big value-sized kind in a jug - and hurl it at the clown with everything you've got.

As if it were traveling in slow motion, you see the blue liquid begin to spill from the spout, somehow spreading in every direction; if you lived through this, you'd probably spend the next week scrubbing laundry detergent from every square inch of this room.

The clown ducks and misses the heavy jug, which hits the wall in the hallway and falls to the floor, but still gets doused in blue. It looks down at the liquid seeping into its stupid ruffly shirt, and you reach for the jug of bleach on the floor.

"You think this is funny, motherfucker?"

The clown holds out one of its gloved hands and takes a step closer, and it fills you with rage. If this is Eddie, you're gonna kill him and bury him in the back yard. If it's NOT Eddie, you're gonna kill it and call the cops. You fling the bleach at it, and this time, it's not quick enough. The clown tries to duck out of the way again, but the bottle makes contact with its side before falling to the ground.

The clown bends over with a grunt, clutching the spot where you hit it. Its massive forehead slowly rises to look at you. All you can see are dark holes where eyes should be. You grab the bottle of fabric softener and send it flying toward the clown's face. Direct hit, and a muffled cry from the clown.

You reach for the iron and grip the handle hard. If you die tonight, at least you're gonna take that ugly-ass motherfucker down with you.

The clown grumbles something from behind the mask, but you can't understand it. It stumbles backward. You raise the iron, wishing it were hot so you could melt this motherfucker's face off.

The white glove starts fumbling with the frizzy red wig, then pulls it off. A familiar mop of brown hair comes into view.

You're relieved for half a second, and then you're back to irate.

"You fucking ASSHOLE! What is WRONG with you?!"

"I thought it would be funny," he winces, standing and rubbing the spot on his side where you'd hit him with the bleach. "When did you get so violent?"

When did you get so violent?? You can feel the rage bubbling over again, and Eddie can see that he's still in danger. You slam the iron down on top of the washer, and he jumps at the sound.

"Okay, woah, I'm sorry," he says, backing toward the door. "I didn't think you'd freak out this bad."

You slowly advance on him, filling with fury.

"Stop. Stop." He holds his still-gloved hands up in surrender. You clench your fists and prepare to strike.

He makes his move a split second before you do.

You pounce, and he escapes. The door slams in your face.

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MUNSON!"

"I said I was sorry!"

You try the doorknob, but it won't turn. This door locks from the inside. He's holding onto it.

"You really think locking me in here is a good idea?" you seethe.

"You're not locked in."

You smack your hand on the door where you suspect his face is on the other side.

"Hey!" Damn, you're good.

"Let me out."

"Not until you calm down."

"Is it ever a good idea to tell a girl to calm down, Edward?"

A thump comes from the door, as if he's just banged his head against the other side.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would freak you out that bad. You said you had a dream about the clown, and I thought it was cute, then I saw the mask and decided to fix it up and mess with you."

You feel the adrenaline draining from your body at the sound of his stupid voice. You both love and hate this power he has over you.

You sigh and lean your head against the door. "I've been dreaming about it every night," you admit, removing your hand from the knob.

"Every night?"

"Every night."

"Fuck."

You step away from the door and shimmy yourself up onto the dryer, sitting on top with your legs crossed.

"If I open the door, are you gonna murder me?"

"Only time will tell," you deadpan.

The door opens a sliver, and you see puffy red eye staring at you through the crack. He eases it open the rest of the way, but remains in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Your life-or-death rush has faded; you're too tired to shoot him the withering glare he deserves.

He approaches you cautiously, still not entirely convinced that he'll live to see tomorrow.

"Take that stupid shirt off."

He whips it off and throws it over his shoulder. The gloves follow.

"Are you okay?" he asks again.

You sigh, close your eyes, and lean forward. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you.

"I really am sorry," he whispers into your hair.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."

He hums in acknowledgement and holds you tighter. You rest your cheek against his warm chest for a few minutes, replaying the events of tonight. You'd probably be laughing about this in a few years, and telling this story at parties. But for now, you were just glad you hadn't really killed him. You quite liked this idiot. Most of the time.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "Aside from your slow reflexes?"

"Couldn't see shit in that mask."

"Excuses, excuses. Answer the question."

"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "Just like being back in high school and fucking with the jocks. 'Cept your aim's better. And they never cuddled me after they threw shit at me."

Both of your shoulders shake in silent laughter.

When you pulled away and opened your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of blue splatters everywhere. Everywhere. How did one jug even hold that much? How the hell did it get on the ceiling?

"Looks like somebody jerked off a Smurf in here," you observe.

Eddie snorts, which makes you snort, and then you both start laughing. And just like that… everything was okay again.

Two Days Later

The Corroded Coffin boys put down their instruments and stood together when Eddie's van roared up the driveway, waiting to hear about The Pennywise Incident. He took his time getting his guitar and approaching the garage, then walked right by them without a word. He turned his back and ignored them while he set up his gear.

The trio closed in on him.

"How'd it go, man?" Grant prompted. "Did she freak?"

"Did she make you sleep in the van?" Jeff laughed.

Eddie turned around and took off his sunglasses with an unamused huff, revealing the black eye the fabric softener had given him.

"Told you so," Gareth smirked.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #for the record? she'd never really hurt him out of anger.#he's flight. she's fight. neither of them would know what to do if she actually caught him. good thing he's good at running.#congrats to me who has grown so desensitized to the curry clown while researching this that i wish i'd found a way to use chucky instead #skarsgard? fine. curry? nope.#in anything #do not like that guy's face

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 2 months

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The Red Velvet Keep was cold.

That in and of itself would be unnerving, considering the fact that it was July, but what was even worse was the silence . Usually, the Keep would be alive with sound; Scar humming to himself as he made dinner, Grian shaving down another piece of dripstone for the roof, the rather… loud Jellie pandas out in the sanctuary. Even sounds you would usually never notice, the type that’s just background noise. The birds singing, the frogs croaking, the evening bugs chirping. All of it was gone, Revenge most likely killing off any form of life days ago.

Grian didn’t blame Tango. It probably had no idea what kind of hell it’d released on them when it did. It was fun. It was a game.

Grian and Scar hadn’t been outside in four days, and hadn’t left bed in two. Any sound they made drew the warden closer. Drawing the warden closer meant death.

Grian shivered despite the layers of clothes and covers. Whatever cold this was, it was unnatural, and it only seemed to be getting worse. Revenge was getting closer.

The warden’s horrid sniffing and groaning echoed through the little neighborhood they’d hastily thrown together. Anyone with sense was most likely huddled in their houses like Scar and Grian. Unfortunately for them, it seemed to be right in their farm.

Grian buried his face in Scar’s chest in an attempt to block out the noise. It was almost nauseating how loud a creature that hates noise could be. It seemed Scar was even more affected by their situation, though. Xer’d never been good at keeping quiet, especially under pressure, and the silence was obviously getting to him as he fidgeted. Grian felt bad, seeking out the taller’s hand to give it a little squeeze to (stop it moving) let daem know he understood.

“Gri-” Before Scar could continue the avian slapped a hand over his mouth. Ugh! They knew- they knew Scar couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long. It was only a matter of time before one of them made a noise, and it seemed like it would be sooner rather than later.

An inquisitive sound from Revenge snapped the blonde out of his thoughts. He’d heard them.

Grian froze. Scar matched their energy, tensing up beneath him. He silently cursed himself for disturbing Scar’s “be quiet” mentality as Revenge’s sniffing turned aggressive, moving closer. The two locked fear-filled eyes as the warden let out an angered groan, agreeing through just a look. They were going to have to run.

The avian raised his hand slowly, trying their best to ignore Revenge’s increasingly closer moans. He held up three shaky fingers and Scar nodded, positioning to run at a moment’s notice.

One.

Revenge stomped ever closer. The sound of dripstone crumbling gave away his position- he was coming up right below their window.

Two.

The warden sniffed once more. He let out a terrifying roar- letting the two know he’d locked onto their scent.

Three.

The two sprang up from the bed and toward the window. Admittedly, they didn’t have much of a plan, but as Revenge drew in a breath, Grian figured the plan part could wait. They just needed to get out.

Scar reached the window first, throwing it open and grabbing the water bucket xey always kept in his inventory in case of emergencies. Grian always thought it was a bit silly, considering that she had never successfully landed a clutch, but they thanked every power he could think of for her to have it at this moment as xi dumped it onto the ground below.

The avian cursed their good-for-nothing wings that caught on the window frame on the way down, sending a jolt of pain up their spine. Why even keep them if he couldn’t use them? It didn’t matter much, though, as Grian plunged to the ground, with Scar quick to follow.

The blast that cut through the air was mind-shattering. Even outside of the main blast, Grian’s eyeballs were vibrating with the volume of the warden’s sonic shriek. They took a second to put themself together before remembering his soulmate. He looked to their right where Scar was groaning lowly. He’d landed on his bad hip from what Grian could tell. The blonde cursed, rushing over and hoisting Scar under the armpits. A quick glance behind him showed Revenge sniffing toward the now empty room. They had time.

“Can you walk by yourself?” He whispered sharply.

Scar bit his lip. “I-I think so, just-”

A terrible noise sounded behind them and Grian watched in terror as the beast faced the two.

“G-G-G-Grian!” Scar stammered. He’d finally gotten to his feet with Grian’s help, and not without a struggle. They’d left his cane in the Keep in their panic, which the blonde was highly regretting now.

“I think it found us,” Grain muttered defeatedly. Scar yelped as they gripped him around the middle, slinging his arm over their shoulder. It was move or die, and moving sounded pretty appealing to him right now.

They set off toward the ravine that cut through their houses. Grian didn’t have much of a plan for where to go, mostly just away, minus some half-baked thought of fleeing to the ranch. Maybe Tango or Jimmy or someone could figure out what to do about this thing on their tails. They’d been the ones to unleash this thing, they could be the ones to put it back from whatever pit of Hell it’d come from. Hopefully.

The ranch wasn’t far away, only a stone’s throw away from the Keep, but the real struggle was the hill. In… admittedly a lapse of judgment, Grian had decided the two of them should live at the top of a rather steep hill… with a person using a cane. This was really coming back around to bite him in the ass, wasn’t it?

The two made their way down as quickly as they could with all the stumbling. It wasn’t the safest, but it was what they could do with a death sentence chasing them.

And then Grian tripped.

It was his fault. They hadn’t been paying much attention to obstacles. And they swore the rock wasn’t there before! Weird… moving rocks.

Their tumble wasn’t graceful or in any way quiet either. Surely Revenge wasn’t far behind as they could still hear his shrieking close by, though it was getting quieter. Who knew rolling could be such a fast travel option?

The soulmates came to a slow stop, ending up as a pile of tangled limbs and pain. Grian groaned lowly, freeing themself from the almost ball they had formed at the base of the hill. He yelped suddenly and scrambled backwards, scaring Scar into moving.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Grian’s face split into a nervous smile as he shakily pointed behind the other at the edge of the cliff. They’d stopped right on the edge of the ravine.

Scar made a similar performance, struggling to stay up before Grian grabbed his hand.

“Scar, wait- we, we could do something with this!” He broke out into a crazed grin. Scar could practically see the insanity kicking into gear inside his skull. “We could send the warden down the ravine!”

About a hundred blocks away, Revenge growled, almost as if protesting the idea.

The nymph nodded, lie’s own maniacal grin forming. “Wait- could we do like a scene from one of those old action movies? Like we stand on the edge and move out the way just in time?” Scar cackled at his own idea as he finished. “Like a bullfighter!”

“Yeah, yeah!” The blonde agreed, hastily standing up. He brushed off his pants before taking a deep breath. This plan was crazy. And stupid. But what had that done to stop him in the past? “We’ll need to get his attention.”

Scar nodded. “Scream?”

“Scream.”

It didn’t take much time for them to get his attention, and even less for him to emerge from the trees. The warden’s hulking figure bent the trees to its will, for it was far too large to fit between the trunks. Revenge groaned angrily and the sky turned black with it. Grian suddenly wasn’t able to see him, relying on sound alone. It was kind of poetic, wasn’t it? The beast that can’t see inflicts its ailment on its victims as well.

Revenge started to sprint toward them, and Grian readied themself to move. They really hoped they didn’t end up on yellow after all this.

50 blocks.

30 blocks.

10 blocks.

5 blocks.

The avian dove.

Judging by the noise, Scar had done the same on the other side.

The warden slammed his hands to the ground where they had stood seconds before… And stayed exactly where he was. Grian panicked. Not being able to see the beast was one thing, but that and having it mere steps away? This was a death sentence. They almost started saying their goodbyes to this cruel world.

Before Scar- lovely, amazing, clever Scar jumped up to save the day. The last thing he heard was a boot colliding with something solid and weirdly squishy before Revenge shrieked. And fell down.

A splash sounded at the bottom.

The warden’s fiery roar echoed through the canyon.

#fanfic #my fanfic #trafficfic #life series #double life #grian #goodtimeswithscar #trafficshipping #scarian #desert duo

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stiffyck · 6 months

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I’m back and as promised, more desert duo

As winter starts getting closer it becomes more common for the server to have more cold and rainy weather, which brings some consequences. If it starts raining with barely any prior warning, you can bet that once Grian gets back to his base he’ll get welcomed by Scar standing at the entrance holding a towel (which gets promptly throw at Grian’s face so he can dry himself) before they both find a good spot to deal with the wings. What they don’t tell you about dating an otherworldly being is that he’ll have way too many feathers (according to Scar) but oh well, they always figure something out don’t they?

Scar on the other hand is more likely to get caught on a storm because it didn’t look that bad and he’s only missing this little detail- So it’s always a welcome surprise when suddenly the rain stops pouring on his head thanks to an umbrella being held over his head, as Grian gives him time to wrap up the building for the day before they head home. Once back, it takes some work with the hairdryer before there is just a red-black-white fur ball getting to work on looking less puffy (Red panda Scar lives in my head rent free, but in my head he’s a shapeshifter so he can be anything he wants… kinda like Barbie y’know?)

ALSO, as much as I love angst, I feel like there is also a chance for nice interactions. Have you ever seen an oxpecker bird? The little guys that have a mutualistic relationship with hippopotamus? In my head that’s how MagicEater!Scar is, so once the hermits find out they’re mad but not because of what he is, rather because he couldn’t trust them enough to be himself… so he was surely surprised once the shulkers started to show up at Scarland, they were always filled with trinkets that smelt of love, that when Scar’s curiosity finally won over him the first thing he noticed after biting it was the blurring of his vision and something warm on his face? He didn’t know what the amulet he was currently chewing on had… was it fear? maybe damage over time? It really didn’t taste like any curse he had eaten before (they were the only constant food source he could find, no one wanted them like no one wanted a Magic Eater loose in their server. They tasted horrible.) and as the light warm feeling started to spread over him as a blanket on his shoulders it finally downed on him, it wasn’t a curse. If during the next meeting his eyes where glossy as his thanks were said in what was barely loud enough to be a whisper, no one would say anything as he got surrounded in a hug.

Grian wasn’t the best at enchanting things with blessings, as even though they were technically neutral deities it was more common for mortals to earn their wrath, but he can’t help but feeling the stumbling as he wove his magic to be worth it when he saw the smile Scar gave him each time. After all, his magic was quick to regenerate so he didn’t mind sharing it

-Possessed by guys kissing for the 4th time (I’ll just be signing as 👻👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 next time, i think)

WAILS THEY ARE SO SWEET YES YES I LOVE ALL OF THIS!

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #au rambles #desert duo #scarian #hermitshipping #magic stealer scar #grian

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fandomwriterlover · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could make a RedSon x female reader!

The reader for context acts like Po from Kung Fu Panda! They are a foodie, kinda stupid, a fangirl, and clumsy! All these things, RedSon would never suspect that she’s a kung fu master. No weapons or magic, he would think that the reader was just MK’s little mascot! I just want a little something of RedSon having a the biggest crush on the kung fu master (but she’s so stupidly oblivious)

Extra points if you add that Pigsy is her father by adoption, you know the scene “I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad” I love that scene so much! You don’t have to just some extra funny scenes!

RED SON X FEM!READER KUNG FU MASTER (PO STYLE)

You were a sore sight at the moment Red Son met you. And why you ask? Well, the first time you two met it was in his food stand and tried some of his food. And you said that flavor was...

"BLAND!?!?!" He outrage by your feedback. He couldn't comprehend how could you find Ripped DBK sauce not spicy enough. Your eyes even teary and your skind didn't have that reddish tone of the skin while the sauce burned your taste buds! He planned to throw his father rage over you...

...But it backfired when you recognise him. You went into fangirl mode, being amazed to meet the great Bull Demon King as you called him. Pointing out his best battles prior he decided to conquer the world and how he gained Princess Iron Fan hand in matrimony. AND HE WAS DELIGHTED! You just made yourself an enemy.

When he learned that you were a kung fu master, he decided to test your strenth; after all he was a skillfull fire fighter and has more experience in the battlefield than you. When you two fight... It became a huge frustration to him! He was surpised to see how strong you were... And yet you have a dumb behaviour! You're a goofball who jokes and tease him. And worst of all: YOU WERE WINNING!!

"You-- YOU PEASANT!! YOU DARE TO FIGHT ME AND MOCK ME WHILE WE BATTLE! DO HAVE ANY IDEA WHO AM I?!?!"

"Of course I do!" You beaned as you block and dodge his movements and fire. "RedSon, the heir of the Demon Bull Family. You selfthougt all about demon magic and alchemy." You launch your punches and kicks, and he block them. "Creator and first user of the Samadhi Fire. The one who took Monkey King's Staff to free the Demon Bull King first!." "St-STOP TELLING ME WHAT I'VE ACHIEVE. I ALREADY KNOW IT!!"

You end up as a tie.

His plots, trainings and schemes to take you down weren't ignore by his parents and Mei. And they tease him a liiiitle.

"This kung-fu dork it's going down for sure today! Victory will be mine" he says as he march to the door passing by his mother. "Have fun with your girlfriend..." He closes the door ... ... thumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!! Doors opens! "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!"

One day your cheerfullness was gone, and that... Was... Just not right for him! So he did something unexpected, even from himself: He asked you if you were ok.

"Well... I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad" you sighed, it was arecnt fact you've learn from Pigsy, your adoptive father. "Your father... The pig." that reply didn't helped. He just couldn't understand why you're so surprised, you weren't neither a pig or a demon. "Huh... I thought it was obvious."

"Yeah but still... It was shocking for me, ok?!" you spatted, you couldn't help it. You were hurt and the acttitude of him was rude. "How could you not SEE that didn't look alike?" "Says the son of a giant bull demon!?" He wanted to reply your outraged words... But he could only say. "Touche."

He took a deep breathe. "Look." he spoke. "I apologise. I'm sure that it wasn't a pleasant news... But even so the chef Pigsy it's your parent figure, and it won't change your relationship with him, now would it?" You looked at him calmly but also surprised. "You're being nice... To me?"

He fastly got red and get up all flustered. "BECAUSE you're being anoyed with your sappyness!! I RED SON only cares about defeating you!" Yep, he loves you.

#edited #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk red son #red son #redson #red son x reader #kung fu panda

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Nympho

matt stone x reader

part five of provocateur <3

part four | masterlist

word count: 3.5k

CW: this is a fucking rollercoaster lol. warning: sex (but not too much sorry), mentions of nausea

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I'd never seen anything like it. Even the airport in Dubai was something out of a movie, and that didn’t even come close to the beautiful city and the penthouse suite Trey had booked for us. I couldn’t even find the words, my mind struggling to keep up with what I was seeing. I’m sure I looked like a cartoon with wide, sparkling eyes with hearts shooting from them.

“Whadd’ya think?” He grinned from beside me, wheeling both of our suitcases to the walk-in wardrobe while I stared out the window, completely awestruck.

“It’s beautiful,” my assessment was beyond an understatement, the term not even coming close to the acclaim it deserved.

“And it’s all for you,” he announced, rolling up the cuffs on his dress shirt before popping open a bottle of champagne.

“Not for work?” I raised an eyebrow at him through a grin, striding across the sparkling marble tile to where he stood at the big, glossy, stone dining table.

“That? Oh, no. Work was just an excuse to get you here," he joked, pouring a glass for each of us.

“Well, that’s gotta be the worlds most expensive excuse ever," I started, cheersing glasses with him. "You know, you've already got me wrapped around your finger. I don't need anything fancy."

"I know," he smiled, slipping his big hand around my waist. "It is nice though, isn't it."

"This may be the best night of my life," I joked, though this was one of the most surreal moments for me. I'd never left the US in my whole 26 years of life.

“Oh, this is nothin'," he blew a raspberry through his lips, pulling my front into his by the small of my back. "You be a good girl, I'll give you so much more. This is just the beginning."

Holy fuckin' shit. This is a new side to Trey that is absolutely welcomed.

"But I am a good girl," I fluttered my eyelashes at him through a grin, letting out a squeal of surprise when he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We skulled the rest of our glasses before he was throwing my down onto the bed, attacking my neck and chest with hot kisses, while I giggled with my fingers tangled in his hair.

You can imagine how the rest went.

In the morning I woke to sun bleeding through the curtains, bathing the suite in a warm golden glow. Our limbs tangled in the soft cotton sheets, Trey's big arm wrapped around me as I feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The epitome of serenity.

Half asleep, he turned his head to me, groggily opening his eyes.

"Good morning," his voice was thick with sleep, kissing my forehead as I glowed on the inside.

Matt POV

I woke with a splitting headache and some inconvenient warmth spread across my lower half.

A leg. A leg that belongs to some random chick I picked up from the Little Red Door, the same place Y/N and I had our first kiss. Fuck her. I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to wipe any trace of her from my brain and instead use my few remaining braincells to plan a way to get this broad out of my bed. And out of my house, for that matter.

I can't even remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was doing shots with my boss after celebrating his divorce. The whole night was just so messy. All I know is that if I sit up too quick, I'm going to blow chunks all over my duvet and I don't want that. But... it would be the perfect way to get rid of the blonde mess beside me.

Then by some dumb strike of luck, she stirred awake, smudged eyeliner around her icy blue eyes like a cyborg panda hybrid blinking up at me. "Mmmm, good morning, Mr. Journalist," she groaned as she stretched, taking up too much of the bed for my liking.

"Hey... So, I've got work," I pushed through the nausea and climbed out of bed, stumbling around to pick up her clothes for her, tossing them at her feet. "I'm happy to call you an Uber?"

She paused for a moment, looking at me like I'd punched her in the face. "Wow," was all she said, shaking her head before peeling herself from the sheets, fully nude with no shame. "You're a total dick."

"I know," I sighed, though I felt no remorse. I was just happy she was so willing to leave. I've had a few run ins before where I've almost had to drag them out the door kicking and screaming.

"How's this for a headliner? 'Surprise! Douche bag journalist is a fuckwit.' Oh! Or, 'sleazy wannabe writer is really bad in bed'," She panted out while shimmying into her clothes, face red from anger, yet somehow, simultaneously paper pale from her hangover.

"You done?" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn't have my contacts in, I could barely even see her. For the best.

"Are you going to write about this?" She taunted, seeing herself to the door.

Why would I waste anybody's time writing about some random bimbo nobody knows? "Wouldn't dream of it," I smiled tightly, obviously very fake, making sure to lock the door she slammed behind her. She yelled something at me from the front, but I didn't hear, nor did I care to know what she had to say.

Instead I stripped all my sheets and threw them straight into the washing machine, then threw myself into a near boiling shower and scrubbed off any evidence of the night before. So. Much. Glitter. Maybe I picked her up later in the night after the Little Red Door?

I am never drinking again.

Y/N POV

Trey makes me feel like a giddy teenager every time I'm with him. He ordered us breakfast in bed and we made... whatever is between sex and making love. I feel like those terms are not synonymous. I may have nearly called him Matt, but quickly saved it with, "Ma- my God, Trey." He didn't seem to notice.

We quickly jumped in the shower and got ready for his corporate lunch - the whole reason I'm here. I don't really understand, but who am I to argue with a good thing?

He looked absolutely delicious, dark grey suit with a matching tie, a crisp white button up for contrast. I wore a similar coloured dress that was maybe a bit too booby for this event, but conservatively reached my knees, so surely it cancels out. I kept a sheer Burberry cardigan slung over my arm in case the venue was chilly - compliments of Trey.

"Beautiful," he grinned, shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a wide smile, one that I couldn't seem to wipe from my face the whole time.

We got a ride to the venue in a Cadillac Escalade, and for some reason, that was the first time I wondered just how rich this dude was. I made small talk with his driver, while Trey was stuck into his phone the whole drive.

"You have arrived," the driver spoke with a thick Polish accent, pulling up out the front of a massive stone building with the biggest water fountain I'd ever seen.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, stepping out in awe. This place just can't be real.

Trey led me into the main hall where there were at least fifteen round tables draped in lace cloth, red napkins to offset the harsh white.

"Trey," a heavy set man approached us with his hand out, giving him a real firm handshake that screamed 'I'm important'.

"Mr. Todd," he nodded with a tight smile.

"And who might this lovely lady be? A daughter we didn't know about?" The tall man, Mr. Todd I presume, took one of my hands into his.

"Let's hope not," I joked, then soon realised that mightn't be appropriate given the scenario. "Y/N, lovely to meet you, Mr. Todd."

"Please, you pretty ones get to call me Jason," he corrected me, kissing my knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine."

We moved through the room as we greeted Trey's colleagues, all looking very important and expensive. The women were all presumed partners of the colleagues and looked at least 20 years older than me. And at least 20 times more glamourous. I'm sure I stood out like a sore thumb, and it really had me wondering how many people actually thought I was Trey's daughter.

After what felt like an eternity of me awkwardly hovering between Trey and his colleagues, we were finally seated. I was starting to feel a bit left out, like some background noise that's slightly inconvenient.

The food came fast, thankfully; perfectly cooked chicken drowning in some sauce I couldn't quite pronounce. I listened in on the chatter, the occasional wife speaking to me over the table. I think they could sense my unease.

"So, Trey," another man in an expensive looking pressed suit put his hand to his mouth, deciding mid bite was the perfect time to speak. Quite the etiquette. "How are the kids?"

I nearly choked on what was in my mouth. Trey turned bright red. He seemed to nearly choke too, sputtering as he was caught off guard.

"Oh, yeah!" The mans' partner spoke up, pointing to Trey with her fork and wide eyes. "I heard May just started first grade. Are you and Lillian on speaking terms again?"

I felt instantly nauseated, smothered by an uncomfortable heat that rushed from my head to my toes.

"Uh, yeah," he cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with me. "They're all good." All?

"And your precious baby boy," she continued, swooning in her seat just to rub a bit more salt in the wound. "He's what, three months now? Do you see him much?"

"That's rude to ask," her husband clicked his tongue at her, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"That's not rude, honey!" She rolled her eyes, swatting his arm with her napkin. "You guys settled 50/50, didn't you, darling?"

"Yeah, I get 'em every weekend," Trey's voice was hushed as he admitted this, eyes boring into his untouched food.

I abruptly stood up, noisily pushing my chair out from under me. "Excuse me," I smiled as politely as I could, but I'm sure my face was as pale as snow and I was being anything but polite.

I headed straight for the exit, not sure what my game plan was. I don't speak any Arabic, but I'm sure I could find someone who speaks English. How hard could it be to signal for a cab?

The sick, hot feeling wouldn't leave, even as the most beautiful breeze embraced me. How could he lie to me?

"Y/N," Trey came rushing outside like a cliché movie scene. "I can explain." Uncanny how much this felt like a movie.

"I don't have kids, haven't got time for them," I reiterated what he'd told me many times.

"I thought it'd put you off," he sighed, reaching for my hand, but I dramatically jerked away from him.

"Put me off more than being lied to?" I scoffed incredulously, wondering how the fuck I ended up here. "The fact you lied is bad enough, but you've practically got a newborn! What the fuck?"

"I know, I'm sorry," he sighed again, running a hand through his sparse hair. "How can I make it up to you?"

"I want to go home." I crossed my arms over my chest, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Seriously?" He furrowed his brow, palms thrown up in front of him. "You're the textbook definition of a nymphomaniac, and you're upset that I have kids?"

"Let me go home." My tone was stern this time, trying to seem composed when really I was seconds off bursting into tears.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, calling his driver to collect me.

Next thing I knew, I was on a plane back home, red faced and angry, no doubt annoying everyone around me with my constant sniffling. Trey booked me an economy flight back home, and left me with enough money to get absolutely wasted on the plane. So I did without a second thought, polishing off two bottles of wine in no time. I would've had more if the air hostess didn't cut me off. I'm not sure the wine was helping my situation, but it didn't matter. I watched Pretty Woman, then the Notebook, then Forrest Gump, then cried my eyes out, and eventually fell asleep.

"...and on behalf of the crew bringing you to beautiful Manhattan, it is my pleasure to say, welcome home." I woke up to the announcement that we'd arrived, and groggily rested my head against the cold window as I watched the plane roll onto the tarmac.

Fuck, Trey drove me here.

I could get an Uber.

Or...

"Hello?" Matt answered groggily, sounding both confused and as if he'd just woken from a coma.

"It's 6pm, why were you sleeping?"

"Big night," he groaned, sounding inconvenienced. "What do you want?"

"Can you please... pick me up?" I suddenly felt very self conscious. The worst he could say is no, right?

"From Dubai?" He chuckled, and I could hear some shuffling from his line.

"No... JFK Airport." Here it comes, I thought. Laugh at me. Tell me 'I told you so' like the dick you are. Or, 'I last longer in bed than you did on that trip.'

"Oh," he sounded surprised. A big pause. "I'll be there in 40." Then the line went dead.

While I waited (and wallowed in self pity) I dawdled around the stores, opting to buy Matt a blueberry danish as my pathetic version of a thank you. I know how much he loves them.

He rocked up pretty much exactly 40 minutes later, handsome as ever in his stupid Mercedes. He reached over the passenger to open my door for me, immediately looking confused.

"All you have is a little paper bag," he noted, brows furrowed as he scanned me. "What, your bags get held up at customs? Is that why you're back? Trafficking drugs or something?"

"No, dick," I smiled for the first time in 15 hours, thrusting the danish into his hands. "My stuff is still in Dubai," I mumbled self consciously, throwing myself into the heated leather seat.

"So... where's Daddy Warbucks?" He grinned that stupid cocky grin that always struggled to read the room.

I pursed my lips, tilting my head to him, puffy, watery eyes on full display now.

"Oh... shit, I'm sorry, kid," he frowned, awkwardly patting my shoulder. "What happened?"

"He lied to me a bunch," I laughed dryly, running a hand over my face. "You were right. Total douche. Has, I don't even know how many kids. Made me look stupid in front of all these rich people."

"Is that why you're dressed like the First Lady?"

I tried to be angry but I couldn't, ugly laughing at his stupid (but accurate) joke.

"Mhm. He called me a nympho and everything," I rolled my eyes, that hadn't stopped stinging once. "Like, seriously, what kind of man would complain about that?"

"Yeah, seriously," he shook his head in disagreement. "It's literally my favourite thing about you."

"Can we just go home?" I rubbed my eyes. I then realised what I'd said, and that home wasn't the same place for us both. "Ah, sorry, my home."

"Aw, you wanna come home with me!" He joked, grabbing my knee. For a split second, I swear a fire ignited inside of me at his touch. "I'll take better care of you than Daddy Warbucks did, Annie."

"Oh my God, I forgot that you fucked Annie!" I laughed again, covering my mouth with my hands at his accidental double entendre.

"Come on, dude, you know I meant Annie the orphan," he sighed, face bright red as he pulled onto the street. "Don't ruin a nice thing."

When we got back to his, he ordered Chinese takeout and we sat on his sheet-less bed with the tv turned off. He was more interested in my failed trip.

"What, in front of everyone?" He paused in shock, chopsticks frozen mid air, just inches from his mouth.

"Yup," I sighed, glad that his reaction made me feel reassured. "Ah, well. I don't want to be a step mother."

"Yeah, fuck that," he shook his head taking a big swig of his beer. "And fuck that dude. Fuckin' asshole."

"Well, it lead me right to you," I grinned, noting the way his cheeks pinkened, despite his little murmured, idiot.

"Wanna get drunk?" He suggested, and how could I say no? Especially when I knew where it would land me - right underneath him.

We threw back shots, seeing who could keep a straighter face. I lost, miserably. Then we somehow ended up on the couch with my legs in his lap. And then as our speech began to slur and slow completely, my brain struggled to keep up with my mouth, and before I knew it, I was confessing, "this is like, your fault, dude."

"What's my fault?" He raised his eyebrows, toying with the hem of his shirt I was wearing.

"You always had me confused when we'd hook up," I blabbered on, not even processing what I was saying. "If things were more set in stone, I wouldn't have went out with Trey. Hah... set in stone. Get it?" I giggled, missing the way his expression hardened.

"What do you mean set in stone?"

"I dunno," I shrugged, lazily letting my head roll over the armrest of the couch. "I liked you. More than just a fuck."

"You cut things off with me?" He spoke pointedly, his arms now folded. "That's a bit unfair to say."

"What?" I picked my head up to face him, the room spinning around me. "I literally asked you if you'd be with me and you went, 'uh- um- uhh-' like a moron."

"Yeah, after you started seeing someone else." He was combative now. Awesome. Just shut the fuck up, girl. This won't end well.

"Yeah, but you didn't know that."

"I could see the Tinder notifications on your phone," he rolled his eyes, pushing my legs off him gently. "You're not the most discrete person."

"Whatever, I don't wanna talk about this."

"You brought it up!" He groaned emphatically, scrubbing a hand over his stubble. "If you don't wanna talk about this, why fucking say anything?"

"Jeez, can you relax," now it was my turn to harden my expression. "Stop acting like you care. You just wanted sex. Like everyone else."

"Why do you ruin everything?" He scoffed, climbing off the couch with a huff. "Maybe if you started respecting yourself, you'd realise you have a lot more going for you than your body."

I froze then. "What, you had a little crush on me?"

"Wasn't little," he shook his head, pouring himself another hefty shot. "And see? You undermine everything. That's why we wouldn't work. That's why I never set anything in stone, as you put it."

"Matt, I didn't know," I followed him to the kitchen, instantly sober. "I'm sorry, I thought you weren't interested. Like that."

He didn't speak, just stared right through me.

Wordlessly, I stepped forward and took his face in my hands, pulling him close enough that I could see each pore, each beautiful freckle, each little sign of his ageing that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

I kissed him differently than I'd grown accustomed to. No, this was like our first kiss at the Little Red Door. I was gentle, ghostlike over his lips, breathing him in. He took a moment, but then he grabbed my face back, kissing me with all the force of a single feather. He was warm, and he smelt good, and God I hate to admit it, but I actually missed him.

We moved synchronously, gentle and tender, our feet sweeping us away into his bedroom. But this time, I had the suspicion that it wouldn't be our regular type of sex.

And I was right.

Lips connected the whole time, we stripped off our clothes, tenderly touching one another as if we were memorising every shape and curve. He slipped himself inside of me with ease, both of us exhaling sharply through our noses.

We moved slowly together, my arms strewn over his shoulders as he skilfully rolled his hips against mine, warm fingers digging into the soft parts of my body. We exchanged breaths and pants, only disconnecting our lips to deliver praise. There was passion without all the aggression, sweat and cursing that came with it. Just pure desire.

I think we definitely still like each other.

Was this love making?

maybe one more chapter?

#enemies to lovers #matt stone smut #matt stone x reader

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