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#Holding him by the scruff of his neck!!!!
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special delivery
Pearl was fairly certain this was not in her job description. 
She supposed she had agreed to do special deliveries and while she would not necessarily count this as one because there was a permit for these kinds of jobs – though she figured that since there was no transaction involved she wasn’t breaking the law and then technically this was not necessarily a job for the man with the mob permit – this was still something she would have called Scar for. If he was available that was. Which brings her to the next problem.
Scar was currently very small, very grey, and a little feathery. And also in her mailbag.
Pearl did know a little about the vex thing. Not a whole lot, it didn’t really come up all that often, but at least she knew enough to realize that the little creature she had spotted inside one of the chests of the explosive firework shop was Scar. She had noticed the chest wasn’t properly closed when she had been restocking her flower truck and she would hate it if rainwater ruined the fireworks that from what she’d heard could cost Cub more to make than he was selling them for, so she had decided to help the man out and close the chest. Only to find a very small Scar in it.
She had no idea what to do with a vex though. Especially with a vex that seemed very much to be sleeping and showing zero signs of planning on waking up any time soon. So she had carefully picked Scar up where he had been curled up in the middle of the fireworks and gently placed him in her bag, glad that she had already delivered all the mail that had been there earlier.
She was also, for once, glad that her donkey was as slow as it was. It made the journey to the one person she figured could probably help her with this issue a little more steady. Steady was what she needed right now – she didn’t trust herself to fly or even run with a literal person in her bag.
The journey took a while, and every now and then she looked into her bag to make sure everything was alright. Each time Scar seemed just as asleep as the last time and she briefly wondered if he was maybe unconscious and not just sleeping – but he seemed to be tossing and turning a little so she wasn’t too worried. Surely Cub would know what was up.
Pearl couldn’t say she was surprised she saw sculk when Cub’s area came into view. The extent of it was mildly terrifying though, especially as he resided quite close to her, but she paid it no mind. She had more important things to worry about, like finding Cub (and maybe hoping that he was not covered in sculk). 
“Cub?” she called as she got off the donkey. She didn’t have a lead and there weren’t any fence posts nearby anyway – she would just have to hope the donkey wouldn’t wander off the pathway into the sculk. “You around here?”
She heard the sound of a firework going off and quickly a rather normal-looking (aside from all the dye stains) Cub landed before her. 
“Hey hey,” Cub greeted her. “What’s up? Good to see you, Pearl.”
“I have a special delivery for you,” Pearl explained, putting on her slightly more professional mail lady voice. 
“Hmm?” Cub hummed, obviously curious. “Intriguing. I don’t remember buying anything or signing up for anything.” 
“Yeah, about that…” Pearl opened her bag and held it out enough for Cub to be able to look inside. He took a few steps forward to peek into the bag and then let out a little amused sound.
“I see, I see,” Cub nodded, reaching into the bag. Pearl winced a little as Cub picked up the sleeping vex by the scruff of his neck like one might hold a small kitten – she was certain Cub knew how to handle a vex miles better than she did but after spending the better part of the last hour being as careful as she could it did catch her off guard a little. Scar didn't seem to mind, still deep asleep. “Where did you find him?”
“He was sleeping amongst the fireworks in a chest at your shop,” Pearl said as she watched Cub cradle the vex in his arms – or rather his arm, he didn’t really need both of his arms to hold something so small. “I figured that might not have been the best place for him.”
“Makes sense, makes sense,” Cub nodded and Pearl had no idea what exactly about this was making sense to Cub, but she was glad something was. “Thank you for bringing him here, I’ll take care of him.”
Cub looked like he was about to turn around and leave to do whatever one did to care for a vex and Pearl couldn’t stop her curiosity. 
“Cub? Can I ask a question before you go?” 
The man paused. “Sure, of course,” he replied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry which did ease Pearl’s nerves a little. “Shoot.”
"Why?” she asked and it came out a little less polite than she was hoping for. “I mean, is he like, alright? I’ve never seen that happen before. Had me a little worried there.”
Cub seemed to either not notice her tone or simply not care. “Just means he’s really tired. Like really really tired. Nothing too serious, I’ll talk to him about it.” Scar turned a little in Cub’s hold almost like he knew he was being talked about. “It happens sometimes, every now and then.”
“He’ll just be back to normal once he’s rested?” All of this was raising more questions than answering them, but she didn’t want to pry. 
“Yep,” Cub confirmed. “He seems to like sleeping in chests, not the first time he’s been found in one. I’ve never tried to put him in a shulker box, do you think I could mail him?”
Pearl just stared at him. “Please do not try to mail Scar.”
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Test of Love (Chapter Four)
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Summary: You decide to forgive Suguru, it's too hard -not- to.
A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! I really can't wait to start writing nasty smut for this fic. I really appreciate the comments!
CW: Fem Reader, AFAB Reader
W/C: 5,098
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Your class was running you ragged. When Maki wasn’t yelling at the top of her lungs, you heard Panda breaking desks. Calling it a migraine would be putting it lightly. Your skin prickled at the sight of the second years shoving each other, arguing about something or the other. You loved being a teacher, you really did, but damn if they didn’t make it hard sometimes. You plaster on a fake smile and grab Maki and Panda by the scruffs of their necks, digging your fingers in tighter the more they wiggled in your hold. 
“Stop fighting before I tie you to a tree and leave you to make up with each other.” You try to contain your anger but it leaks out in every syllable. 
“She started it!” 
“Why would I stop when-“ 
Your feet are moving before Maki can finish her sentence. You loved them to death but they were always doing something to rile you up. It wasn’t on purpose, hopefully. Panda was just Panda and Maki was just Maki. 
The harsh heat of the sun beats down on your skin as you fasten the rope across their bodies. Panda looks deflated as he sits on one side of the tree while Maki is holding back a snarl on the other side. 
“When I come back the both of you better have figured something out and apologized to each other.” You step away and admire your handiwork. 
“I’m better sure that qualifies as child abuse.” Satoru walks up to you, looking towards the tree. 
“Yeah, well, everything we do counts as child abuse.” 
Plus you weren’t doing it to hurt them. If anything you were doing it to help them. Especially Panda; Maki looked as if she was two seconds away from tearing him limb from limb. It was something she could’ve, and would’ve, done. You definitely didn’t want to have to be the one to explain that to Yaga. You were not about to be put on trial for negligence. 
You face Satoru and feel a different type of heat crawl up your cheeks. Memories from the night you spent together flood through your brain. His tongue dragging on your skin, teeth sinking into your flesh, it was hard to focus on what he was saying as you stared at his beautiful pink lips. 
Satoru says your name, jutting his face closer to yours. The close proximity causes your heart to stutter as you turn your head, unable to look him in the eye. 
“Are you even listening to me?” 
His cologne overwhelms your senses. Cedar wood and pine. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you put on a brave face to look towards him. When you turn to him he grins, dropping his eyes to your lips before back up again. 
“You weren’t listening. Maybe you just want me for my body.” Satoru teases, before stepping away to his full height. 
“Well I certainly don’t want you for your personality.” You quip, feeling the temperature drop back down once he wasn’t invading your privacy. 
“You and Suguru are so cruel to me.” Satoru feigns disappointment. 
At the drop of the black haired males name the space between you two falls silent. You hadn’t spoken about him in several days, not since the night Satoru and you shared. 
Satoru’s the first to break the silence. 
“Have you talked to him yet?” 
You were sort of dreading that question. Because the truth was, you hadn’t talked to him. You didn’t know how. There wasn’t a rule book for this situation. Were you supposed to reach out first? It appeared like he was stepping back to give you breathing room, but you didn’t want breathing room anymore. You wanted to be suffocated by him. 
“No.” You speak under your breath, looking away again. 
You can tell Satoru understands. Whether or not he agrees with you is still up for debate. He appeared unbothered by the situation. It seemed like he thought the whole thing was funny, which you couldn’t really disagree with. It really was absurd, wasn’t it? Plus, you had a hard time believing much would cause a real fight between the two. Sure, they bickered, but you knew true fights were few and far between. 
Satoru hums and follows you back to your classroom. His students were out on a mission. Yuuta and Inumaki  had just left, effectively freeing up your schedule. There had been no word of the recent attacks lately, it appeared like the new strategy that Yaga came up with was working. For now, at least. 
“For what it’s worth, he won’t stop talking about you. It’s even starting to annoy me, and I’m the annoying one.” Satoru speaks and sits on a chair in front of your desk. 
You make yourself comfortable behind the table, getting your things ready to go. 
“I’ve never seen him so distraught before.” Satoru goes on, grabbing one of your desk decorations, fiddling with it before you snatch it from his hand. 
“Why is he the distraught one?” You ask, trying to not pay attention to the churning feeling in your gut. 
Satoru shrugs and kicks his legs up on your desk, ignoring the dirty look you give him. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to piss you off. 
“Good question. Probably because the guilt is destroying him from the inside out. Or something.” 
Satoru was dramatic. 
Even so, part of you believed what he was saying. 
You sigh and cross your arms on the desk, laying your head down. Suguru was nice, there was no doubt in your mind that he felt bad for what happened. At first, you enjoyed it a little bit, knowing that he felt bad because what he did was wrong. But that turned into guilt. You weren’t sure which of you was more remorseful now. 
“If he had it his way he would be smothering you. He’s like that, you know. But he respects space so he isn’t going full mother hen on you yet. Although the second you come around he definitely won’t hold back again.” 
You tap your forehead against your arms several times. Smothering you, huh? You’re reminded of the actions he did on your date, the ones that struck you as parental. It would make sense if he was overwhelming. Not that that was a bad thing. 
You almost had to laugh, the two men were so opposite. Suguru was overwhelming on the inside but tried to hold back, while Satoru was overwhelming on the outside, but was more reserved the closer you got. 
“Where do I even start, Satoru?” You peek out over your arm, catching a glimpse of a smile when you say his name. 
It was still taking you time to get used to it, but you liked the way it rolled off your tongue. 
You liked his name. 
“Don’t know. Whenever I piss him off I just annoy him till he gets over it. He doesn’t piss me off very much so I’m not sure what I’d do. But you could just start over with him. A redo.” 
A redo? 
You think about the idea for a moment before you hear your name being called from the courtyard. Satoru remains seated as you stand up, making your way towards the doors. Maki is yelling at you but you’re having a hard time hearing her. When you get closer, you see that the two of them look much more calm. Maybe it was a bit harsh, but it worked. 
“We forgave each other, can you let us go now?” She yells. 
You crouch and begin working the knot, thoughts floating back to Suguru. 
After work, you should do something after work. 
When you stand back up you stagger behind your students, head in the clouds as you think about Suguru. Pink covers your vision as flower petals dance to the ground in front of you. The splash of color reminds you of the butterfly wings you saw with him. It was such a magical date, you truly hadn’t been on anything like it. 
The door slams behind you as you enter your classroom and you feel your heart sink. Satoru had left. It was a shame, you were enjoying his company. You couldn’t be that upset, though. He was constantly being dragged away for missions. You needed to leave soon anyway, so you tried not to let it get to you.
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The sun blurs your vision as you make your way to the old bookstore. You planned on stopping in after work to gather your thoughts before heading to Suguru’s (and Satoru’s). You find you always did your best thinking when in the confines of the book shelves. An overwhelming smell of old paper and black ink hits your nose as you walk through the threshold. It was quiet today, everyone was probably enjoying the nice weather outside instead of staying in to read. 
You wander the halls and find yourself down an aisle, looking for a specific book. Your eyes glaze over the different titles until you find the one you’re looking for. ‘In the beginning’. It was a book Suguru had told you about over text late one night. He said it wasn’t nearly as good as the one you were reading previously, but that it was still decent. You wrap your fingers around the spine and pull it out, clutching it in your hand while you go to your favorite seat. 
It was the same seat that you had met him in. You plop down and open the book, turning to the first page. You allow the words to whisk you away. 
The space around you is completely silent, save for the sounds of the fragile paper between your fingers. You don’t notice a man walking up to you. 
“That’s a good book.” A voice softer than silk reaches your ears.
Hold on.
You know that voice. 
You tear your eyes from the page to see a man standing in front of you. Hair deeper than obsidian and an angular face tilted down towards you. 
Suguru. 
“I think so,” you attempt to keep your voice steady. 
You’re reminded of your first meeting with Suguru in the cozy building. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just saw the book you were reading.” 
“It’s okay, in fact someone recommended this to me.” 
His lips twitch into a slight grin as you play along with him. A redo, Satoru’s voice plays back in your head. 
“Is that so?” He questions, sitting on the chair across from you. 
The same chair he sat in when you met. 
“Yeah, the guy has really good taste.” 
Suguru’s mouth parts as his tongue drags across his bottom lip, the action slow, vaguely reminding you of the night you saw him last. 
“What’s your name?”
You say your name, watching as his eyes glisten at the sound. 
“You have a pretty name.” His arms rest lazily on the chair, tendons littering his hands. “My name is Suguru.” 
There’s butterflies in your stomach now, just like the butterflies you saw with him at the observatory. The discussion feels like a carbon copy of the initial one you had, minus your feelings. Back then, you were nervous. But now, you were only giddy. 
“What is it you do for a living?” He asks. 
“Actually I’m a teacher.”
“Really? I’m curious if you know my boyfriend. His name is Gojo Satoru.” 
Your face cracks into a grin as Suguru opens himself up. In addition to him revealing Satoru, you could also see a wave of blue surrounding his form. Cursed energy. 
“I do, for better or worse.” 
Suguru lets out a chuckle at your words, crescent eyes locked closed as his chest rumbles. His laugh was soothing. 
You were so glad he came up to you first. Even though you were planning on going to his house after this, you still weren’t sure what you were going to say. Obviously he would know what to say. The world around you disappears as your gaze focuses on Suguru. 
It was comforting to be around Suguru. It was hard to be without him, even if you hadn’t known each other that long. 
Even though you enjoyed Satoru, and you really did enjoy Satoru, it felt right to have the two of them balance each other out. 
“I hope I’m not coming off too strong, but would you be interested in going out?” He asks. 
Yes, yes, a hundred times yes. 
“I don’t know, would your boyfriend mind?” 
“Something tells me it wouldn’t bother him.” 
You grin. 
“What’s your number?” You say this, knowing full well his contact is already in your phone. 
He reads it to you and you go to his contact, finally saving it under his name. You read your number out to him, no doubt in your mind he already has it. 
“I’m looking forward to it.” He slides his phone in his pocket. 
You watch as he departs, until you can no longer see him. You should be getting home too. 
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Your feet hit the pavement as you start your walk home. You were relieved that Suguru reached out to you. You were hoping he would text you soon for details about the date. You wondered what the two of you would get up to. The last time you saw him things got heated very quickly. It felt like things had reset though, and you were glad for it. You wanted to do things right this time. 
Although you didn’t want to forget everything that happened.
Suguru’s laughter, smell, and the way his voice sounded pressed up against your ear filled your mind. 
You see a single butterfly overhead, a rare occurrence for the bustling streets of the city, and you stop in your tracks. 
You couldn’t wait for him to text you. 
Your feet move before you have a say, and you’re running to Satoru and Suguru’s apartment. You were still by the bookstore, so it would have been faster to catch a cab, but you weren’t thinking straight. 
You had wasted time being mad at him. You needed to see him again. All rational thoughts leave your head.
You stop running after thirty minutes, once their tall building stands before you. It was a bit daunting. You force yourself to step inside the building, and goosebumps immediately crawl over your skin. There was a sheen of sweat layering your forehead and your hair was a crumbled mess. The attendant eyes you, only looking away when you meet her gaze. You looked crazy. You almost thought about turning right back around, the absurdity of the situation hitting you like a freight train. 
No, you were here and you were going to do this. 
Your feet make their way to the elevator, and you thank god when it opens and there’s no one inside. You feel antsy as the elevator carries you to their floor, mind flailing as you try to come up with something to say. 
I know we just saw each other, but I want to see you again. 
What if he wasn’t home yet? That would be awkward. 
You walk towards their apartment, your fist knocking the door once you reach it. 
You’re still out of breath as the door creaks open. Suguru’s standing there, brows raised in surprise as he looks down at you. 
“Who is it?” Satoru calls from behind. 
Suguru says your name, watching as you breathe hard. 
“You here for part two?” Satoru says, a playful tone filling his words. 
Suguru’s face scrunches up as he looks behind him before turning back towards you. 
“What’s up?” 
“I want to talk to you.” You pant. 
Suguru steps out, closing the door behind him to gain some semblance of privacy. You knew Satoru probably had his ear pressed against the door, if there was anything that bugged him it was not being privy to some information. 
“I’m sorry for overreacting to what happened. I was stupid. And I just wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date soon, like tomorrow.” Your words rush out, watching as an indecipherable expression lights up Suguru’s face. 
He stops you, placing a finger underneath your chin. He tilts your face up and plants a kiss on your lips. 
“I would love to go out tomorrow.”
Your hands grip his shirt, biting your cheek as relief washes over you. 
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When you meet Suguru for your second first date it was dusk. A pink orange hue had settled over the city, the bustling metropolis more quiet than usual. The sky reminds you of cotton candy and your thoughts drift to Satoru, his sweet tooth making a smile break out on your face. 
“What’s got you smiling?” Suguru breaks you from your trance when he reaches you.  
You look up at him, eyes trailing down his unwavering figure. His hair was half up half down, and he wore lazy clothes with a jacket. You liked this look on him. 
“I was just thinking of Satoru.” 
Suguru stops short in front of you, offering his arm up. You graciously accept, threading your elbow around his. A smile quirks on his lips as the two of you start off. 
“Thinking of another man on our date?” He’s poking fun at you. 
You nudge him with your shoulder, and your ear picks up on soft laughter escaping his lips. The two of you decided on dessert, agreeing that you deserved as much after a long day of work. 
Your feet carry you down a sidewalk until you reach a small dessert shop. Cakes, cookies, and ice cream were advertised on the windows, the thought of it making your mouth water. 
It’s relatively slow when you step inside. There’s several families and a group of friends, but all of them are keeping to themselves. The sweet scent of sugar fills your senses, fueling the excitement that was beginning to boil in your stomach. It seemed like such an odd place for him to take you. Honestly, it was more fitting for an idea for Satoru to pitch, not his black haired counterpart. 
You stroll up to the counter, eyes the size of the moon as you glance down at the display of sweet treats. The cakes were looking the most appealing, so you decide on that. You lift a finger up to point to a triple chocolate cake, your body shimmying slightly as the worker slices you a piece. You think you see Suguru out of the corner of your eye watching you, but you decide not to say anything. There wasn’t much of a point in getting embarrassed in front of him, he had already seen so many sides of you. Suguru requests a slice of vanilla cake and pays, shortly following you to a table in the back of the shop. 
You don’t feel nearly as nervous as you did when you had your first date. There was already this calm understanding between the two of you (something that probably happened after you grinded against him in the club). 
The two of you talk about your days, the conversation flowing just as easily as it did whenever you talked to Satoru. Suguru told you he was off today, and spent most of the morning cleaning his apartment. 
“I was a bit surprised you didn’t reach out first, Satoru said you tended to be smothering.” You laugh to yourself, sliding your fork through the cake. 
It tears like paper, the texture moist and fluffy. Homemade chocolate icing decorated the outside, spirals printed into the cake. 
“Did he?” Suguru asks rhetorically, crossing a leg over his other, taking a bite of his dessert. 
“He did. Although I’m a bit surprised. I would have thought he would be the smothering one, just based on his personality type. But at times he seems a bit guarded.” 
Suguru remains quiet as you speak, his eyes remaining downcast as he thinks. 
“He is. He just isn’t used to opening up around people. From what I hear though, he has no problem talking to you.” 
You dig your teeth into your bottom lip and grin, dragging the fork to your mouth. The dessert melts onto your tongue, tainting your lips brown. 
“I would like to think so. I mean, he’s not always guarded. He told me he gets needy after-“ you stop yourself, staring into your cake. You drag your eyes up and see Suguru watching you, an intrigued look on his face. After looking down once more you finish your sentence. “Sex.” 
Suguru’s brow lifts as his eyes stay steady on you. The hair on the back of your neck raises. 
“When’d he say that?”
Your eyes are glued to the table in front of you as your body heat rises twenty degrees. When did it get so hot? You can feel Suguru’s eyes staring into you, no doubt trying to read your mind. You’re really glad he can’t, because if he could he would see your night with Satoru replaying over and over. 
It wasn’t that you were afraid of telling Suguru you and Satoru had sex (sort of), he knew you were also seeing him. Hell, he almost had sex with you first. So why did it feel like you were caught red handed? 
“Oh um, a couple days ago.” 
Suguru’s head tilts as he continues looking at you, obviously not satisfied with your answer. You feel a bit like a mouse, with Suguru seeming like a cat who had his gaze set on you. 
“How’d that come up?” 
Surely he was fucking with you. He knew exactly what happened. Satoru must’ve told him, right? The fucker couldn’t keep anything to himself, you wouldn’t be surprised if Satoru bragged to Suguru as soon as he could. 
“When we,” you fiddle with your fingers, unable to meet his eyes. 
You were an adult for Christ's sake, so why did you feel so small under his gaze? 
Those fucking eyes of his. 
Suguru lets out a chuckle and raises his fork to his mouth. Your chest feels lighter at the break in tension, your shoulders sagging in relief. He takes one more bite before pushing his plate towards you. 
“Come on, try it.” 
You look up at him and grin, grateful he was letting you off the hook. You pierce your fork in his cake, dipping it in your mouth. The vanilla compliments the chocolate well, the mixture making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 
“You can have the rest of it. If not, I’m just gonna give it to Satoru, he practically begged me to let him join us but I told him you weren’t ready for that yet,” Suguru rests his head on his hand, watching you eat. “You aren’t, right?” 
That is what you told Satoru. You wanted to take it slow, and enjoy your time with each man separately before diving head first into a polyamorous relationship. You probably should wait, it was already overwhelming to spend time with them one at a time, you weren’t sure how you would be able to handle both at once. 
You did, however, know you wanted to. 
“Yeah, not yet at least. I do want to, it’s just,” you cut yourself off. 
How are you supposed to tell him that both of their presences make you feel like you’re drowning? 
“I get it.” Suguru’s voice soothes you. 
Of course he would. You remember what Satoru had to say about Suguru. Nice and understanding. They were the same words you would use to describe him as well. It was sort of weird, though. For years you had heard small bits about this man through Satoru or Yaga. 
You knew he would sometimes snore when he was starting to get sick. You knew he was smarter than Satoru in all subjects besides math and science. You knew what his breakfast order was. But you just had never known him. You never knew what he looked like, how he smelled, how your name sounded off his lips. 
But now you did. And you were so grateful. 
You nudge the plate forward back towards Suguru, feeling as though your stomach may burst. There were several bites left, and you were sure that Satoru would chide Suguru for not leaving him more. 
“I can’t eat anymore, you might just have to roll me out of here.” You rub your hand across your stomach, leaning back into the chair. 
Suguru smiles at that. You’ve decided you really liked his smile. 
It’s dark when the two of you step outside, a cool breeze causing a chill to run up your spine. You shiver, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru. He shrugs off his jacket and carefully drapes it over your shoulders, and moves a piece of hair out of your face, sliding it behind your ear. Smothering. The word runs through your mind again. Suguru was doting, that much was obvious. But you could see how it may come off as overbearing. You wouldn’t mind being smothered by Suguru. You doubt Satoru minded it either, in fact you were sure it must have contributed to the reason Satoru was a spoiled brat. 
“Let’s get you home, yeah?” He squeezes your hand. 
You rest your head against his arm as the two of you walk back to your house. You had only gone out to eat, yet somehow it had felt magical. Not only did it feel magical, but it felt normal. You liked that about Suguru. Being with him felt like you were in a fairytale, and at the same time you felt like an ordinary girl. You never spoke about work with him, he allowed you to just be. 
Not that you hated that about Satoru. In fact, you quite liked it. It was nice having someone who understood you and the work you were doing, someone you could bitch to whenever Yaga got on your nerves. They really did balance each other out well. 
The moon lights up your path as you walk besides Suguru, the low sounds of the city a low buzz in your ears. It was never quiet here. You didn’t really mind it. You probably would’ve been paranoid if it was quiet. Anytime you had a mission in a small town it felt like you were waiting for something to jump out at you. 
You decide you want to hear Suguru’s voice some more. 
“Hey Suguru?” 
He hums, eyes flickering down at you before returning to the sidewalk. 
“What do you like about Satoru?” You’ve been meaning to ask. 
For years you heard Satoru talk about Suguru, so you were interested in hearing what the other man had to say. 
Suguru stops and looks around a bit dramatically. He’s looking at the bushes that line the pavement, and over the parked cars. 
“What’re you doing?” You stop and watch him. 
“Seeing if Satoru’s hiding somewhere. Did he put you up to asking that?” 
You start to laugh, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. You close your eyes as you chuckle. It really is something that Satoru would ask. 
When you open your eyes you see Suguru looking down at you, watching as you laugh. Your heart skips a beat at the way his eyes shine in the moonlight. A soft smirk is painted on his face while he looks at you. 
“No, no he didn’t. I just wanna know. He’s talked about you a lot, you know.” 
Suguru dips his head and turns forward again, starting to walk. You follow after him and look up, watching as he talks. 
“He’s just Satoru. It’s hard to explain. He’s annoying, noisy, cocky-” Suguru lists off. 
“Pretty sure I asked what you like about him.” You stop him. 
“-but he's also intelligent, funny, and caring. He cares so much for people, even though he has a weird way of showing it.” Suguru uses a tone you've never quite heard him use before. 
“I never really felt understood by people. I come from a family of nonsorcerers, so for a while it just sort of felt like I was the only one who existed. I love my family, but they never really understood me, still don’t.” 
You come from a family of nonsorcerers too, so you knew the feeling all too well. You were so damn lonely as a kid. 
“And then when I met Satoru it was like my world shifted. Not only was he a sorcerer as well, but he was the strongest one. Or, on track to become the strongest one at least. I didn’t feel alone anymore. And I haven’t ever since.” 
You feel weightless at his words. The love the two of them had for each other was unbreakable. The kind of love you could only read about, the kind of love you weren’t sure really existed until now. 
Your heart aches at the possibility of them loving you in the same way. It was something you had dreamed about since you were little. They might not love you in the exact same way, but they might love you just as much. You begin to feel dizzy at the prospect. 
Your apartment comes into view and you feel a little sad that your date was over. You would be seeing him again, you remind yourself. 
“Don’t tell him I said any of that, though. His head is big enough as is.” Suguru murmurs. 
You laugh and agree. Satoru would not shut up if you told him what Suguru said. Something told you that Satoru knew how much Suguru loved him, though. 
Your feet stop as you reach your apartment. Suguru faces you and smiles as you begin to take off his jacket. 
“Keep it, what if your apartment is cold too?” 
You bite back a smile, wrapping it around you once more. He wanted you to keep it. 
“Smart, I wouldn’t want to catch a cold in my house.” 
“I would never forgive myself if you did.” 
Suguru’s eyes lock with yours. He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. Warmth blooms across your skin, crawling down your body. He pulls back and pushes his lips against yours, the taste of him seeping through you. He tasted like vanilla. 
Your eyes flutter open when he steps away. You tug his jacket around you tighter, waving as he turns to go home.
Those two boys were going to be the death of you. 
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Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Pre-Practice Match (pt1/5)
“Perhaps it is because they are all so focused, but no one seems to have noticed them yet.
Cater whispers, ‘Deuce-chan, is Jack-kun out there?’
‘Uh…’ Deuce opens his mouth to respond, but then a small figure slips past him.
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‘Deluxe menchi katsu sandwich!’
‘Eh? Wait a second, Grim!’
Grim shouts the name of the sandwich aloud as he dashes onto the field.
Startled, Yuuya reaches out to hold him back, but Grim darts away on all fours like a fleeing cat too quick for Yuuya or any of the group to catch him.
‘Ow! What the!?’
The student that Grim has slammed into is a thin beast-person. It's Ruggie, with whom he traded his sandwich in the cafeteria.
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‘Hey, it’s Ramshackle’s monster-kun.’ Ruggie tilts his head as he rubs his leg. ‘What’re you doing at our dorm?’
‘My deluxe menchi katsu sandwich! You really pulled one over on me.’"
'Of all the…you still holdin’ a grudge over that? Talk about stubborn.’ Ruggie chuckles. 'This world is survival of the fittest. What use are you if you can’t even protect your own grub? If you wanna be mad about it, be mad at yourself for being such an easy mark.'
'What did you just say! Actin’ all cocky—I’m never forgivin’ you.’
‘Ugh. Did he just forget what we came here for, all over some grudge about food?’ Ace can hardly believe the depths of Grim’s single-minded persistence.
Considering how disappointed Grim had been it is not that much of a surprise, but this is no longer the time or the place for a subtle investigation.
As one might expect, the surrounding Savanaclaw students are now on alert, and have begun to gather round.
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‘What’s with the small fry?’
Someone makes a grab as though to seize Grim by the scruff of his neck, but Grim darts over to Yuuya with a, ‘Whaddya think you’re doin’!’
‘Is that the one from Ramshackle that we heard about?’ A tall student looks over at Grim and Yuuya. ‘That means the one behind him is who they’re saying stopped the overblot…’
‘And aren’t the others from Heartslabyul? What’re people from another dorm doing here?’"
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GHOUL COWBOY MAN!!!
Ghoul Cowboy Man!!!!
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latenightsundayblues · 6 months
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Just remembered that one picture of Leigh standing next to Cary lmfao
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Adam wants to get down for the sake of his dignity, and totally not because being hoisted up kinda freaks him out a little
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Jazz: And that's why we need your help in taking my brother's custody away from Vlad Masters. Two Face, former DA and NOT a family lawyer: Kid, I don't know how to tell you this... Jazz, deflating with a sad puppy look on her face: Two Face: Fuck it, where does the bastard live, kid? I'll get your brother back.
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lunelicmoone · 4 months
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my son walker scobell is all grown up everyone say happy birthday to him right now or im blowing this whole place up
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realbeefman · 9 months
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world's saddest most pathetic dog
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the way this man believes so hard that no one cares about him
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hyacinths-in-a-storm · 2 months
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I think Ozai would’ve turned out fine if he had an older sister figure in his life.
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eleyowza · 2 years
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dethrone the divine!!
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feraltwinkseb · 1 year
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November 13, 2010 - Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates
Source: Mark Thompson/Getty Images Europe & Paul Gilham/Getty Images Europe
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raypakorn · 9 months
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ayan-sukkhapisit -> raypakorn
he's my new son and i will take care of him like the burden he is not and will not leave him...we're gonna get through his issues together 💛
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the green bastard
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danburys · 25 days
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i haven't even been able to appreciate ravi's magnificent presence in this episode yet 😭
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letter to his father - franz kafka // origin story, sink - desiree dallagiacomo // the autobiography of my mother - jamaica kincaid // caged: memoirs of a cage-fighting poet - cameron conaway
#you know you're in trouble when the painting of saturn devouring his son by francisco de goya almost makes it on here 🤡#like minds#murderous intent#like minds 2006#alex forbes#sad to admit i have been neglecting my (other) boy in my content lately#most of the time alex only really features in posts that are about him and nigel together#and if every there was a subject i'd be making a post about for alex it would ofc be about him and his daddy issues#i think it's because strangely enough nigel is easier to get a handle on in terms of character introspection#but that's probably down to the fact that regardless of whether you believe the narrative alex gives about who nigel was#we at least DO get a more solidly constructed idea of his character (yes even if it is the version of him put forth by alex#designed to paint himself as the victim)#alex on the other hand? gohd damn walking rorschach pattern ink blot test of a character#like *holding him up by the scruff of his neck* what does this character look like#you could have interpretations for this guy out the wazoo and it'll probably be wildly different from the person standing next to you#but one think i can say with certainty is this guy has a complicated relationship with his father#i don't think he hates him. but i do think there's a lot of resentment there too#that quote from ladybird where she asks her mother if she likes her and the mother says of course she loves her#and ladybird asks but do you like me? and the mother just responds that she wants whats best for her#to which ladybird says what if this is the best version of me#or something#that's them#to me at least#i suppose that's why alex was as drawn to nigel as he was#yes nigel was also spouting on about predetermined destinies foretold by fate and whatnot#but the fundamental difference is that nigel leaves all the power to achieve that in alex's hands#the only thing he ever really asks of him is for alex to embrace his inner most desires. no matter how dark or twisted they may be#alex's father is there telling him that a better version of himself exists if only alex could live up to expectations#nigel is there telling him that a better version of himself exists if only alex could forgo expectations of himself entirely#if that makes sense 🤡
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