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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | satoru gojō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - implied that reader is a virgin - first kiss - awakening feelings - virginity loss - kissing/making out in a closet - thigh riding - grinding/humping - sex in shared rooms; college dorms (empty) - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - orgasm denial- clitoral play (sucking, pinching and swiping) - missionary position - protected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, gorgeous, pretty, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Geto, Shoko and Mei Mei - humor bc I'm [not] funny - mention of vaginal pain, spit and tears.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k (i'm so sick...)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yessirrrr let's get this party started, shall we? >:333 plz enjoy the first part of this series!! and tysm for 5.3k !!! y'all are too kind && happy bday to my gal, jazzy!! hope you enjoyed your special day, jazzy jam c:

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“GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!”

“BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU, Y/N L/N!”

“They’re at it again already, huh?”

“Yeah, man, it’s going to two o’clock. Might as well enjoy the show.”

College is hard enough as is. The fact that you’re now back for the spring semester is tiring enough, wanting to get these classes over with and wrap this up. Spring, Easter, and Summer break are just right around the corner, the cherry on top for this exhausting second half of your junior year. Those are the end goals!

But alas, the semester just started. The students scramble around buying their textbooks and switching courses around, struggling to make final move-in decisions and already stressing over seasonal depression at this time of year. Spring semester, huh? Same old, same old.

Although there are negatives that make it nerve-racking, there are still good things that come with this junior year. Finally over with winter break, you’re excited to be back to living with your roommates, Utahime, Mei Mei, and Shoko! They’re your girlfriends for a reason; missing hanging and stressing with them as they made your college experience much better than you expected.

And it doesn’t end there, either! You missed study sessions at the campus café with your second-year peers, Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami. The two best friends always help with your studies whenever you need it. And, of course, you can’t forget about their roommate and your friend, Geto. The tall, raven-haired Biology major is always looking out for you and paying visits to study with Shoko. There was even a time he helped with a mouse situation in your dorm! Poor Utahime that day – saw the rodent when she came out of the shower.

However, you’re not exactly thrilled to see everyone after coming back. You throwing a middle finger at someone on the opposite side of the pathway should be evidence of such. “Oh, go jump off a cliff, Gojo!”

“Hah! I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!” Satoru Gojo was the direct roommate of Suguru Geto, best friend of his and Shoko, and was the star player of the campus basketball team. But most of all, he’s the kid you despise with every fiber of your being. “I’d be more entertained with you slipping on some ice.”

“Oh, you wish! I saw you slip on some ice yesterday on your way to Professor Yaga’s class.” You puff your chest with pride when you see the white-haired guy suck his teeth in annoyance. “Made my whole day, what a fucking moron. How about slowing down next time? You were late anyway!”

Snowy brows furrow with a scoff. “God, you really are a perfect roommate for Utahime; the both of you are so tiny and angry at the world around you for no reason.”

Utahime, standing beside you during this yelling competition, decides to chip in after that remark. She almost popped a vein, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY, SATORU!?”

“You heard me!” He barks a laugh at the two of you, turning around to go on his way. “Heard it’s gonna snow later tonight. Be sure to find a nice, big, puffy jacket and some boots so the storm doesn’t sweep you away, Y/n~.”

“I’ll be sure to shove an icicle up your ass before that, you fucker!” You turn on your heel and stomp your way out of the scene, Utahime following your move. “Hmph! Hate his ass so much…”

“Tch, right there with you.” Your roommate sighs heavily to exude the aggression. “But damn, the way you two go at it is worse than mine.”

She is not wrong; it’s true – everyone within the campus grounds knows how much you and Gojo can’t stand each other. It’s no secret; at least you two make that apparent everywhere you go. This little feud between you started freshman year with you two in the same first-year engagement program. Tiny disagreements turned into narrowed glares, which then pivoted into prominent arguments, and now here we are.

You hoped that freshman year would be the last you’d ever see of that snow-haired prude. Unfortunately, you were wrong. The year after, you were unhappy to discover he’s best buds and roomies with Geto. And what’s worse is that you were ill-fated to share a class with him every semester — especially this one with Professor Naga for Contemporary Issues. Is this the universe’s way of punishing you for something? For what!??

You’ve been a good kid, doing what you can and getting the grades that brought you merit and accolades. So, you don’t get how this one guy with his stupid round sunglasses is getting under your skin. So fucking annoying…

You hate him. You hate everything about him. From the way he immediately gives you a smug look when you walk into the room and take your seat right in front of him. The way he surprises you from behind because he finds your reactions amusing. The way he relentlessly calls your name to get your attention when you’re obviously ignoring him, even when he doesn’t need you for something.

It all makes you heated. You hate Satoru Gojo. I hate him so much!

“…hear me?…Y/n?”

You blink, realizing you were too deep in thought for your ears to pick up Utahime calling out for you. “Hmm? What’s up?”

She pulls out the keys to the dorm from her coat. “So? You coming along?”

Huh? “Where are you going?”

“To Haibara’s get-together?”

Oh, hell no! “No, Uta. I think I’ll stay here.”

The dark-haired girl watches you walk past her when she opens the door. “Why?? It’s the first Friday night of the semester; it’s not gonna be a big party or anything. Just close friends.”

“What are we talking about?” Shoko chimes in after leaving the bathroom, brushing her teeth with sleepy eyes. “Haibara’s thing tonight?”

Utahime nods hurriedly at the drowsy nursing student. “I’m trying to convince Y/n to come!”

The brunette shrugs at the comment, following you two to your room. “Well, it’s not like I’m going either.” She snickers when the eldest dark-haired roommate turns to her with a hurt expression. “Sorry. I already have notes I need to get behind on. You can tell the guys I said hi, though.”

Another sigh leaves Utahime as she puts her bag on her desk. “…Mei Meiiiii,”

“Yesss~?” The fourth roommate calls out from the hallway.

“Are you going?”

“Mmmm, not sure.” Mei Mei comes to the doorframe, her long silverish-blue hair done in pigtails with a green skin-care mask covering her face. “Got a meeting for my club to head to later. And even then, it might still be a while for me to join, depending on if people are hanging out afterward.”

Now is when the Utahime whines to her hands before she turns back to you, sitting on your bed. “Y/n, please, come with me!”

You don’t give in to her cries. “No, think I’ll stay and keep Shoko company.”

But she doesn’t give up. “Please! It’s just a small group of friends and maybe a few classmates Haibara’s familiar with. No biggie!”

“Small group of friends, huh?”

“Yes!”

“You know who else are his friends?” You lift a brow when she does the same. “His roommates: Nanami, Geto, and—“

“Gojo…” Utahime completes your sentence in defeat, understanding why your reluctance is present.

“Sorry, Uta. Maybe next time.”

Now, you’re not saying you’ve never been to the guys’ place before; they reside on the other side of campus where senior housing is (Nanami’s pick because he’s an RA). However, it’s the first Friday night of the semester. Meaning it’s the first free weekend for most students. And you’re going to ruin everyone’s fun by being in the same place as Gojo? Yeah, no thanks.

That is until Mei Mei says, “Actually, I heard from a friend that the basketball team are planning on going out somewhere tonight.”

Shoko adds on while taking out her toothbrush to appropriately speak to her friends. “Yeah, now that you mention it, Gojo told me he probably won’t be at the place in the first place. Something about meeting up with a group for one of his classes.”

All separate reasons from different accounts, yet that only fuels Utahime to beam out of her mini-depression and face you once more. “See? Gojo won’t be there by the time we get there! He’ll be busy with a group project – or whatever – and will hang with his sports buddies. So, you up for it now?”

Your brows trench down. “I…I don’t know—“

If there’s one thing the oldest roommate is good at, it’s not giving up. And it’s because she bats her pretty brown eyes and gives you the most grandiose pleading puppy face she can. It’s the oldest manipulation tactic in the book, yet it works by making your heart cringe.

Of all things to be dragged into now, it was a party? The semester just started, and you haven’t even touched a single piece of reading yet. Is this a good idea? You can’t really go based on the perspective of your roommates because what’ll happen on the off-chance you do see Gojo? The thought of it is already headache-inducing.

Then again, it’s the first time since last semester that you’ll be able to see the other guys. You didn’t say goodbye to Geto and Haibara before break because they were swarmed with finals, and Nanami was gone the moment he found out all his exams were take-home. You’re not much for parties, to be quite honest. Regardless, it would be nice to catch up on the gang and see how they’re doing before we all revert to non-stress-free college life.

You release a sigh through your nostrils before making your decision begrudgingly. “...Don’t make me regret this.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I regret this so fucking much…

Well, this night was going to be quite a drag. Why? Let’s go over the reasons, shall we?

The party that was supposedly at Haibara’s dorm? So, it turns out, there was a change of plans, and to be relocated somewhere else — like outside campus grounds. Screw walking, you and Utahime had to go by car with Geto to go to the party, following down the main street into this big, beautiful neighborhood and parking by a big house. Perfect for housing an event for many people to drink, dance, and vibe.

Oh yeah, that was another thing, too; the many that were attending this fucking party. Word got out about the get-together, so, of course, lots of people wanted to come and celebrate the first weekend. So, not only are you outside campus grounds, but now you’re forced to interact with a crowd rather than a small group of people. You practically have been to every corner of the place to disassociate with people you didn’t know.

So, where are you now? Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, where the bass of the speakers downstairs can be heard. You’re not alone — sitting in a circle with Utahime, Geto, and a couple of other kids who’re present at your university. What’s happening in the room? Just a chill game of truth, drink, or seven minutes in heaven; either you answer truthfully to a question, drink to avoid it, or go to the closet and do what you want with the person who spun the bottle on you.

But, there was nothing chill about the game, and the players would agree to that notion apprehensively. Because you most definitely silently dreaded every second of this entire night. Why? How about asking the person across you that you’ve been glaring at since you opened the bedroom door and saw his face?

Apparently, as word got out about the party, the college basketball team heard about it and decided to come and celebrate. Meaning the whole team is at this party. Let’s say that again: the entire basketball team – all the players – are here to enjoy the party.

The person who stood across from you sat criss-cross with long, jean-covered legs, leaning with his hands behind him, a navy blue sweatshirt, and dark round shades that cover his eyes that you know are looking dead at you. And a smug grin that patronizes you to the core.

You peer to your night, giving Utahime the nastiest look you can. And the eldest could only meekly mumble an “I’m sorry…” with twiddled thumbs.

Satoru Gojo looked at you, and you frowned right back at him. The tense atmosphere between you two was enough to suffocate the other players. Some would try to break the tension by playing the game. But even then, it was still strenuous. One girl rolled the bottle on Geto, to which he picked “truth” and answered her question: “How did you and Gojo meet?”

Even though he didn’t pick the option, he’d take a small swig of his beer. “Satoru and I have been friends since middle school — same with my other bud, Shoko. We’ve been inseparable since, and now we’re here. He can be an asshole, though, so watch out.”

A guy spun the bottle on Utahime and asked, “Were you ever interested in Gojo?” The raven-haired girl clicked her teeth and took a chug, drinking the whole thing in one sig.

“Hmph! I’d rather drink sweat from Professor Gakunaji’s crusty beard and eyebrows!” She’d admit after a burp.

“Ahaha! That’s a sight I’d like to see,” Gojo would chuckle at her insult, prompting a few around him to laugh. “Bet you’d get more satisfaction from it than being with me anyway.”

The senior rolls her eyes before opening another bottle. “Fucking bastard…”

Another spin to the bottle after a couple comes out of the closet all close and giggly. This time, it lands on you. Some bubbly girl who had her eyes all up on Gojo, her nipple piercings able to be seen from her crop tee, was the one who spun it. She asks you, “Y/n, could you please tell me why you hate Satoru so much?”

You couldn’t fight the twitch of your eye. Of fucking course. You’re in no mood to drink, and you barely know this girl to think of being in the closet with her. You exhale through your nostrils, “….We’re friends, to an extent.”

“To an extent?” She asked more questions with a naive tone. “But Satoru's so nice, no?”

Oh, drop it, will you? And why are you referring to him by his first name like you know him? “We’re—“

“They mean that we’re kinda friends, kinda not.” Of course, nothing can be to yourself because the white-haired nuisance went ahead and answered your question. “They’re friends with my roomies, and my friends are their roomies. So, I guess that makes us friends by association. At least that’s the only way to see it since we nearly argued our heads off freshman year.”

You scoff with narrowed eyes, “By association, huh.”

He quirks a brow up. “Mhmm.”

Good God, the more you two throw invisible daggers at each other, the more uncomfortable people feel being in this room. Oh, but don’t worry; the night gets even worse. Three turns later, it was your turn to spin the bottle. And – sit with me here – just guess who it lands on? Bingo! Satoru Gojo.

The hushed gasps that filled the room were telling; it was bound to happen, but no one thought it would happen. The star-crossed haters spun the bottle and landed on each other. And since Gojo doesn’t drink (and he finds the questions rather lackluster), he chooses the closet. The gasps were louder that time, and your blood began to boil.

The first time it happened was uneventful; it’s what you preferred. After the door closed, you told him, “Don’t even think about touching me.” It was just pure silence for the entire seven minutes. You sat on one side of the emptied closet while Gojo was on the other. There were the occasional sniffles of your nose and his loud yawns. But other than that, you two stayed at your respective sides of the closet. Seven minutes of no words, just keeping to yourself and watching the lava lamp in your corner be your light.

You two survived the first set of seven minutes, not a scratch on either of you, to everyone’s thankful stars. Keywords: first set. Because why wouldn’t there be more?

When it got to Gojo’s turn, he spun the bottle and got you! So, here you are, walking into the closet again with your notorious opp. You swore to God this had to be the universe’s way of toying with you as if the start of this semester wouldn’t be a handful to deal with already.

You’re back on your side of the closet, groaning at your hands. It’s okay, Y/n, calm down. You can sit through another seven minutes. You got this! Don’t even act like he’s there…

And so you compose yourself, watching the heated, yellow wax of the purple lava lamp prompt up to the top to cool and sink back down. Six minutes…Five…Four—

“So, let’s say, hypothetically,” your eyelids closed shut for your eyes to roll freely. “I asked for a little something-—“

“I guess I should’ve added no talking, too. Thought that was rather self-explanatory to you.” You shut him down quickly. “And I thought I said don’t even think of touching me.”

“Well, you’re not in control of my brain,” you don’t have to turn your head to know that the fucker is looking at you. “Besides, I did say hypothetically.”

This motherfucker… ”Well, then, I’d, hypothetically, break every single one of your fingers and give them to Mei Mei so she can sell them to all your fangirls.”

“Hah! Nice to know you see me of high value.” He shifts his feet around from their crisscrossed position. “Bet you’d keep one of them.”

You scoff. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself! I’m annoyed just from not looking at you; what the fuck would I need your stupid finger for.”

“Hmmm, I can think of many, like—“

“Do not finish that sentence, Gojo.” Your tone dialed lower; a warning. He notices it, bringing his hands up defensively.

“Jeez, lighten up, Y/n.” He says while leaning against the back wall. “With an attitude like that, no other guy or gal in that room will ever want to be in a closet with you.”

Oh, you don’t say, fuckface! “I barely want to be in this closet with you. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here! I only came for Utahime, assuming it would be a small party…How the hell did you even get here? I thought the basketball team was going out somewhere.“

“Awww, you spying on me, Y/n?” Oh, you hate his fucking snicker, shoving a middle finger in his direction. “We were supposed to be at some restaurant joint, but a few of the crew flunked out on us and said they’d go to some ‘big party,’ then everyone wanted to go, and now we’re here. You know I don’t like alcohol, but I just tagged along because Suguru was here. I didn’t know about you, though.”

You bring your hands to your face to sigh in private. “We gotta stop meeting like this…It’s like I can never escape you.”

“…Is that a bad thing?”

You open your mouth to refute, but no words leave….Huh?

That was…..odd. Why did he ask that question like that: you couldn’t detect a remnant of childish malice he’d been throwing at you back and forth. Even when you faced him, his face was straight ahead. But when you don’t answer, his left eye goes to his peripheral to glimpse at you.

What the…Is he being genuine right now?

You gaze at him briefly before turning away, “I….I don’t know.” He hums to your response. “….Do you think so?”

Gojo shrugs. “Can’t say so either.” You hum back, and the silence takes over once again.

Okay, now things are even more awkward. You came into this closet with irritation, yet somehow, it vanished into thin air. It was the one thing that’s been constant throughout this evening. Now that it’s gone, you can only replay the moment from a few seconds ago in your head.

Is it a bad thing? Why would he ask that? Of course, it’s a bad thing! Has he forgotten how much hostility we have for each other? Jesus Christ….Wait, why did he say he didn’t know either? What does that even mean!!??

“You look nice.”

You—……I’m sorry, what???

The way you snapped your head back to him, you could’ve sworn you heard your neck crack. Holy fuck, why the hell was he looking at you right now? His round glasses shine from the lava lamp, so you can’t see his eyes.

“Wh….What?” It was cold; the weather app said it would snow later tonight. Therefore, the temperatures and winds were unforgiving after sunset. So you took it upon yourself to dress warmly. It was all simple, just a white, long-sleeved halter blouse that matched your black skirt – it was the only nice thing you had outside of regular leggings. And you covered your legs with black pantyhoses but decorated with cute white knitted leg warmers.

He repeated in a singing tune. “You look nice.”

When it came to the white-haired guy in this closet with you, there were rare moments where you felt as though you were shocked by him. This was beyond astounding, the comment continuing to ring throughout your ears.

You blinked at him before averting your eyes down to your hands, trying to distract the increase of heat on your cheeks by intertwining your fingers together. “….Thank you, Gojo.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he’d shrug again, chuckling to himself before adding on. “It’s way better than your other outfits. Baggy old sweatshirts, bags under your eyes even if you’re wearing glasses, sweatpants with stains. You look like a homeless librarian.”

Annnnnd just like that, with the drop of your quivering lip, all the warm feelings you felt for a minute evaporated in seconds. The anger returned with the twitch of a brow. “…Tch, gee, thanks. I can’t say the same for you.”

“Oh, you know you look cute when you’re jealous~.”

You almost busted a nerve. Who the hell are you calling, cute? “As if. From the sound of it, you must be jealous of me; who told you to be looking and criticizing what I wear? Must be rough not being able to wear comfortable clothes all the time, huh?”

“Shut the hell up,” he finally snaps, and you stick your tongue out in victory.

“No, I’ll keep going! I’m sorry, Mr. Perfect, but not everyone wants to put on their best outfits to impress you, not like your fangirls who get their best bras to push up their breasts for you to notice.”

“Huh, you lookin’ at other girls' boobies? Wow, Y/n, never took you as a pervert.” He laughs at your stare of pure anger. “You are jealous, huh? That I’m talking at other girls and not you? Awww, don’t be so selfish; there’s plenty of me to go around!”

You snarl at him. “Ugh, you’re so gross! I don’t want anything to deal with you. So all those girls can have you and rip you to shreds for all I care. Let them know how much of a big fucking baby the wonderful, amazing Satoru Gojo is when he drops his ice cream on the floor and cries on Geto’s shoulders. Or that you’re such a lightweight that you accidentally vomited in Nanami’s cup one time, which he threw at you...Or maybe I should tell them.”

His brows furrow, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would, and then some.” You sneer. “In fact, I’ll go downstairs, grab that red punch, and spill it right on you in front of that girl next to you. I’ll make your hair look like strawberry shaved ice.”

He leans his cheek against his fist with a huff. “I take it back; you don’t look nice at all. So uncute.”

You gasped with trenched brows. “Excuse me!?”

“You heard me, you’re uncute!” Yup, today was the day: you’re going to choke the hell out of this motherfucker. “I feel bad for any guy who'd wound up in this closet with you, dealing with such a little devil.”

“You’re one to talk, dickhead! I’d much rather be stuck in this closet with anyone else — even Geto!”

“Taah, as if! I bet you never even had your first kiss with such an attitude like that.”

Again, you open your mouth to say something, yet words evade you at that very moment. And Gojo catches it quickly. Because his brows raise, lifting his head back up, eyes scanning your face.

Oh fuck.

“...”

Don’t.

“….Y/n,”

Don’t say it.

“You never had your first ki—“

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

He couldn’t finish that sentence, thank God, because the phone alarm from the outside rang. Seven minutes are up — this session is up, so you quickly stood up and opened the closet door.

With swift feet, you sit back next to Utahime, your eyes downcast to the bottle, avoiding Gojo’s feet coming around and taking his spot across from you. Your roommate perks at your silence, “You okay, Y/n?”

A nod is offered to her, “Yeah, I’m fine.” No, you weren’t. Your heart was pounding like crazy, your skin dropping in color. And you can feel the eyeballs from across boring into your being. “Let’s just keep playing.”

And so the game carried on from Gojo’s turn. Your eyes could only ever look at the bottle, hoping it would never land on you from there on out. But that would be the easy way out, and – as life is – nothing goes your way when you want it to be.

Because when it gets to your turn, you watch with patient eyes as the glass spins on the cold hardwood floor. One spin goes by, and another swings around. Finally, it stops, the neck of the bottle pointing vertically from you, and your whole figure washes in apprehension with the hushed sounds of exclamation of the other people in the room.

Alas, the bottle pointed to Gojo. It was inevitable – you couldn’t avoid his presence since the last session anymore. You look at him, your brows scrunched with mercy. But he points to the closet with his chin, and you follow his lead to the small space with anxiousness at every step.

Back to your respective stations in the closet. You can only use the mesmerizing wax of the lava lamp as a sort of comfort – a distraction for your nerves that are at an all-time high. Why were you so nervous? All he did was ask if you ever had your first kiss taken.

Yeah, that’s the problem! Why did he have to know that!? Ughhhh, I should’ve just lied or something…Now what? Will he make fun of me for not having my first kiss taken yet? What is this, middle school!?? The thoughts in your head were a battle to deal with, one personal worry after another.

But all that washes away when the silver-haired guy finally breaks the quiet after a minute. “…Wanna kiss me?”

It felt like your heart dropped at that abrupt question; the warm circulation coursing through your body transitioned to an ice-cold sensation. Your breathing stops, and your eyes shoot wide at the person you’re with. “….Wha….What did you say?”

He doesn’t hesitate at your request. “Wanna kiss?”

Have….Have you lost—“your mind!? Why would you ask me that??” You whisper yelled at him so the people outside don’t hear you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Why not?”

Why not?!? “Gojo, you can’t be serious. Just because I never had my first kiss doesn’t mean I need it to happen this instant! Are you that much of a horndog that you’d ask—“

“Let me explain, alright!?” He yells in whispers back with a hand raised to stop your rambling, and you hold your tongue. “Listen, I’m not asking to be a dick, okay? I just thought that…ya know, being in a place full of strangers, someone’s bound to be in this closet with you and ask you for a kiss.”

Your face screws to a magnificent expression of confusion you could ever contour. “Why are you concerned about who I kiss? It’s not like I’d agree or—“

“Yeah, but like, what if they did, huh?” His sky-blue eyes peek from above his sunglasses. The sharpness they carried told you he was serious about this — like he was serious about you. That…That was so off of him. “What if some weirdo forces themselves on you, and me and Suguru can’t help you in time, huh? I can think of two guys in this room who’d probably do that.”

It takes a few seconds for you to soak in his words, “….So? What are you getting at?” He opens his mouth but stops from saying something, his pointer finger up but back to a fist. You could tell; whatever he was thinking had him in mental turbulence.

He releases a deep sigh before saying, “I’m just…I’m saying, wouldn’t it be better to have your first kiss with someone you know, at least?”

You couldn’t believe he was saying such things to you. “And…you think you’re the one I should….kiss?”

“….I don’t hear a no.”

You wanted to refute that statement — challenge him or prove him wrong! You looked at his face, examining every feature to find an indication that whatever he was saying was just a way to get under your skin. He loves to poke fun at you, so why wouldn’t he use this as a perfect opportunity?

However, you couldn’t find anything. His eyes were sincere, stationed right back on yours. You saw his Adam’s apple move from a gulp, letting you know that he was a little nervous, too. And your gaze drifted to his mouth, the thought of his lips being on yours staining your brain for the first time. It was scary to think about, your heart racing to no end.

“Y/n,” he said your name so quietly that you almost missed it. “Do you trust me?”

What an odd question to ask in this awkward atmosphere. Do you trust Satoru Gojo, the boy you would smack with a given chance? He’s undoubtedly the most annoying person you’ve ever bumped into — a thorn in your side since freshman year. He is such a tactless fool, doing and saying whatever he thinks comes to mind, picking on you like you were a child, and not taking you seriously when you wanted him to. You could list many things that you saw wrong with this guy.

Yet, he wasn’t the worst. There hasn’t been an instance where you felt uncomfortable around him, only annoyance. He was friends with Geto and Shoko; that alone should be enough to tell you he’s someone worth depending on. And even when you two would be tasked to do something together, you’d surely click your tongue and bicker until the cows came home. But at the end of the day, you still knew how to work with one another and get the job done.

In all things considered, Satoru Gojo was an irritant. Even so, he was an irritant you could depend on — to trust.

Breathing was a hard thing to do, taking in air and exhaling excruciatingly slow. You chew on your bottom lip and give him a curt nod. “I…I trust you, Gojo.”

He lets your answer sink in for a bit before he moves his position, his back to the wall while facing you, legs straight down to the ground. He pats on a thigh, “C’mere.”

Hesitance was there for a split second, but you followed his command and quietly maneuvered your way toward his direction, situating on top of his legs. Of course, you were anxious as hell; your ears and cheeks shared a warmth unbearable to host. Your figure being so close to his, you had to be dreaming.

But you weren’t. The hands he placed on your waist prove so, earning a gasp to leave you. His voice is low for just the two of you to hear. “Put your hands on my shoulders…Ya scared?” A slow nod is what you give him, and he chuckles lightly. “It’s okay. Try closing your eyes for me. Relax, I’m not gonna do anything dumb.”

He only said that because of that look you gave him. He is going to do something to you — just nothing too rash.

“Trust me, pretty.”

Pretty? Yes, he just called you pretty. You were used to him calling you dumb names to get you riled up, yet none nearly sweet and fitting the mood like this one. It made your heart skip a beat.

With that, you held back reluctance when closing your eyelids. It made you a little uneasy, unable to see him in front of you, what he was doing, what he looked like while having you on him like this.

Suddenly, you squeak when something softly presses down to your clavicle. It was his lips.

He snickers, “Ya know, I gotta admit.” He brings his mouth up your neck with kisses, your breath shaking with every peck, and your hands clinging onto his sweatshirt. “It’s kinda nice seeing you be all shy on top of me like this.”

“Go..jo...” you flinch at his soft kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbing your sides.

“Don’t do that. Call me by my first name.” You can feel him bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip gently with his thumb. “I know you know it. I wanna hear it with your voice.”

Holy fuck, this got intense way too fast. He brings his nose close to yours, and you shiver at the contact. It only means he’s mere centimeters away. Thank God your eyes were closed now because you swear you’d turn to stone if you snuck a peek.

“S..Sa…Toru—Mmmph!?“

And there it was, the inexorable. Gojo’s lips fleshed with yours softly, nothing too explicit or unpleasant for you. It was a simple kiss, yet it felt so foreign to you. Your first kiss had been with Satoru Gojo. What a momentous day.

It lasted a few seconds, your body stiff and hands balled to fists nonetheless. He removes from you with a soft noise between your lips, the heat from his face taken with him now that you have space to breathe. You open your eyes for him.

“There ya go,” he says with a small smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his forefinger plays with your earlobe. “Was it so bad?”You huffed, shaking your head no. Gojo hums, the hand on your waist gripping your flesh faintly. “….Can I kiss you again?”

Your breath hitched. It was a tiny request. One more wouldn’t hurt, right? You nod, closing your eyes again and awaiting his move.

Gojo leans in and claims your lips again, a soft hum from him when his face is back on yours. The next one was a little more risqué than the last, your bottom lip being taken by his playfully. The third kiss was where the mood dialed to a more wanton plane, him nibbling on your lip to allow him access. It’s here that Gojo can’t contain the reins, removing his glasses, “Come here, cutie.”

And you can’t help yourself either, succumbing to these smooches while wrapping your arms around his neck. Gojo’s no better, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and his other sneaking down to your butt.

You break the kiss to inquire, “Hahhh—…you pervert,” your eyes half-lidded.

He puffs a laugh, “Whaaat? I thought you’d like me to be touchy.”

You don’t admit anything to him, just slamming your face to his again. You decided to be a little adventurous and lick his lips. Gojo senses the initiative and takes your tongue to suck on. The whimper you let out was too cute, egging him on to suck and tease the muscle more.

It makes you dwell in the moment more, your limbs no longer stiff, yet your hips subtly move voluntarily. The friction from your groin rubbing on his jean-covered thigh was strangely enticing, your restraint becoming lesser the more you moved. And it gets worse after both Gojo’s hands creep into your skirt and tease your ass with squeezes.

“Ahhh, mmmm, Satoru..” you wailed.

“Relax, baby,” there it goes again, another cute pet name to call you. He really knew how to get you going. “Let me take care of you….Mmmm”

He shoves his tongue into your mouth – not too forceful to scare you, but enough to get that he is impatient. You moan to his mouth, a hand grabbing tuffs of his snowy hair.

His nose is pressed to your cheek like yours, and it’s getting harder to breathe now that things are getting intimate. But it all felt good, and the mood was just right. You rub your chasm onto his leg, which he lifts just a bit to make grazing your groin a little better. And God, the way his hands groped your butt, it turned you on even more.

Ohh fuck, tongues swirl around each other, your head begins to pound, and your ears ring from the heat on your face.. Oh, God, you could feel a hand come up to the top of your stocking, teasing its way down your skin and to the hem of your underwear. Please, please—

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

Even so, everything freezes in time, and both you and Gojo stop whatever you’re doing. Lips still on lips, your ass on his lap, and his middle and forefinger barely grazing the crack of your ass. It’s here that everything hits you all at once: you are not the only one here — you’re not even in your room! You’re still at the party you were dragged into, in some stranger’s bedroom closet, smooching with your supposed most hated person.

You immediately withdraw from him, Gojo removing his hands from you to put up defensively. Your hands rush to cover your lips, which are wet from spit. A thousand thoughts run around your head. Holy shit, what the hell was I doing!? Did I really just kiss Gojo? Satoru Gojo!? What was I thinking!!?

And Gojo didn’t say anything, only gauging your reaction to see what goes from here. The light from the lava lamp behind you is sheltered, your silhouette drawn to cover the guy in front of you.

I need to leave. That’s your final thought, taking an immediate stand and storming out of the closet. Utahime noticed you make a beeline to the door, and the roommate pursues right behind you down the stairs. She moves past drunk dudes to grab your wrist, “Y/n! What’s wrong – are you okay?”

It’s time to lie. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired, you know.” You lead her to the broom closet where all the initial guests’ jackets were stored. You grab for yours and put it on, “I think I’m just gonna call an Uber and head back to campus before the snowfall.”

Her face contorts to an expression of worry. “Are you sure? I’ll come with you; this place bugs any—“

“No, no. You don’t have to worry, Uta.” You place a hand on her shoulder before she can move another step.

“When you say it like that, I can’t help but worry.”

Your lips twinge to a smile to display faux comfort. “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to ruin your fun for me. Besides, I saw some underclassmen waiting to speak with you all night somewhere down here.”

Utahime doesn’t buy it, and you knew she doesn’t. But thankfully, she doesn’t try to fight with you and gives you the okay. She watches you open the door before leaving, “Make sure you call or text me when you get to our dorm!”

It made you laugh; the girl can be such an older sister. “Don’t worry, Shoko’s still there, remember? Cya later, have fun!”

“Bye, be careful!” A final warning to you before the roommate closes the door for you.

You spoke too soon. Now outside, snow was already falling to the ground, probably a few minutes earlier since it wasn’t sticking to the ground yet. The little cold flakes touching the skin of your face were almost remedial, evening out the warmth of your cheeks.

You use this moment to recuperate from what transpired in that house. It was so out of the ordinary and was completely weirding you out, but not in a terrible way. It was more like odd-ish, strange, downright out of the norm. The more you think about it, visiting back to the senses of your hands in his hair, his slender fingers teasing the flesh of your butt, and the pillowy sensation of his lips glued to yours while whispering sweet things…..

….Nope, the cold was not helping at all. There goes the warmness creeping back on your cheeks and ears. Let me hurry and get the fuck out of here, grabbing for your phone and unlocking it to find the Uber app.

“Y/n!”

But before your thumb could press on the application, you instinctively turned around to see the door was open again. And the person who called out to you had your breath come to a complete stop.

Gojo closed the door behind him, coming down the driveway while hurriedly putting on his grey Chesterfield coat. “Fuuuuuck, it got cold quick!”

“G–Gojo!” You stuttered when out by the time he could make it to you. “What’s up? What are you—“

“I saw you weren’t in the bedroom, and Suguru told me you headed downstairs. You could’ve told me you were leaving; that fox with bangs was giving me an earful,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets and then curses. “Fuck, I should’ve checked for my gloves before I left….Anyway, where are you heading off to?”

You were a little taken aback. “Uhhh, back to the dorms?”

“Great!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you down the road. “My car’s over there; let’s hurry before we freeze to death.”

Huh? “Hurry where??”

“Huh? We’re going back to campus, no?”

We!? “Together!?”

“Yeah?”

“Gojo, please!” You promptly removed yourself away from Gojo, standing in front of him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you being all nice now?”

He shrugged “Ehhhh? Are friends not supposed to give friends rides back home?”

“No, not us! We aren’t friends; we’re friends to an extent, remember!?”

“Ahhh, stop being a baby. You act as if you’ve never been in my car before.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Yeah, but not when I’m alone with you, dummy! “C’mon, it’s gonna get colder with this snow.”

“Okay, just—Stop!” Your hands go up to prevent him from getting any closer to you. He stops, the fallen flakes camouflaging with his hair. “Gojo….you understand what just happened back there, right?”

He doesn’t say anything, only a single nod.

“So, you know that my mind is going at like a hundred miles per hour right now.”

“….Yeah.”

“Okay….So, just please…I need a minute.” Your face goes to your feet to divert your thoughts elsewhere because you don’t know if you could handle looking at the white-haired man for a mere second.

Gojo looks at you mumble to yourself, avoiding him. He releases a deep sigh, walking towards you and lifting a side of his coat to shield you two from the windows of the house party. “…You’re doing it again.”

His shoes come to your direct line of sight, your heart pounding even more. “…Doing what?”

“The thing where you push people out whenever you feel overwhelmed.” You flinch when his finger grazes the back of your palm. “Don’t do that, not right now. I want you to talk to me.”

What is there to talk about? You could’ve said that to throw him off — be avoidant to this whole conversation. But it’s futile after he brings your chin up to face him.

“Did I make you uncomfortable back there?”

“….No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I….I don’t know.” Honestly, you did not know. Your mind had too much to go through; so many memories and phrases from moments ago hit you all at once. You’re fighting the urge to tremble — not from the cold, but from overstimulation of brain power and senses.

His eyes are still fixed on you, noting you chewing on your lip. “Come with me.” The sudden revelation quirked your eyebrows up. “Whatever’s going on with you is obviously because of me. So, I’d feel like a dick if I just let you leave because of me. Plus, there’s no way you’re getting an Uber from here. Shit is like $20, I checked.”

“Gojo, I—“ he silences you with a kiss on your forehead. The feel of his lips on your skin again almost made you shut down.

“Sorry,” he whispered while placing his forehead on yours. You never really noticed how tall he was until he did that, your heart skipping again. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Picture it: you are out in the cold with Gojo, snow falling down silently onto your figures, him bringing his coat up to shield you from the world. If you were naive enough, you’d mistake this as a scene from a fairy tale. And how he was looking at you, too; his sunglasses were back on, but you could make out the blue orbs that lingered on yours. It’s as if he didn’t want to look at anything else. Just you and only you.

You don’t know where the hell this side of confidence came from, but you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks and bring him in for another kiss. Cold lips instantaneously warm up at each other’s contact, Gojo leaning into your touch more.

Snow continues to fall and stick, and the music from the house can still be heard from the outside. Yet it doesn’t bother you because it all drowns out in this moment you feel with him. Whatever these feelings you are experiencing are something new — scary, but new. And for some reason, it felt right to have them for him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A sheet of white cascades over the university grasses, students’ cars topped with sprinkles of snowflakes, and the lampposts emit a glow that fits the dark, cloudy weather.

You were back on campus but not in your dorm where you told Utahime you’d be. You did text her when you arrived, so she doesn’t have to worry too much for you. In turn, she texted back that something had come up and is going to another event with Haibara and some other friends. She said she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning; it sounds like she’s having a good time.

The same thing goes for Geto, only that the raven-haired boy called Gojo to say he’d be home in the morning because he was getting “private” with someone he met at the party. “Will be back in the morning. Don’t cause a fire alarm like last time, you dork."

Haibara is supposedly with your roommate, meaning he won’t be back until the morning, either. The only person left to account for would be Nanami, who is currently away for the weekend because he had to visit home to grab last-minute things from break.

That leaves only you inside their apartment – in Gojo’s room on top of his bed with your top and bra down on the carpeted floor, along with Gojo’s sweatshirt and jeans. His bed is like any other twin bed for college dorms, a little impossible to move around for two people and limited positions. Nonetheless, to start things off slow, you lie comfortably on his bed with your head to his pillow as he crawls above you and works from above.

Gojo is straddled on top of you, kissing your lips and sucking on your tongue, evoking the prettiest wails he’s ever heard. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders while his are busy roaming your body.

The kiss is broken when you gasp at the contact of his pinkie grazing a nipple on your breast. “Ahhnn, Satoru, don’t touch…Mmmph!”

“Hmmm, what, gorgeous?” He places his lips from your chin down to your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving ticklish nibbles. “Don’t touch what?”

“M–My ni—Ohhoo!” He gives the hardened bud a tweeze, and your cry results from the sudden action.

He chuckles, “So cute.” Kisses travel down from your collarbone, your breasts, and finally, your other unattended nipple. A whimper leaves your lips at the wet sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive nob, and you shriek when he takes it into his mouth. The frequent grazes of his teeth and the tongue pushing your nipple to the roof of his mouth — it all felt surreal.

Yet, it wasn’t as surreal as the next thing he was about to do. Sucking on your tit was the perfect distraction for him to sneak a hand down into your pantyhose, sinking it to the lower regions of your underwear. You gasp at the feeling of a digit pressing on the wet spot of your underwear.

“W–Mmmph…’toru, wait…” you pat him on his shoulder to get his attention, yet he doesn’t lift from your breast yet. “Don’t—Stop, it’s embarrassing—Khhmm!“ Shivers shoot up your spine after Gojo uses his middle and forefinger to go in between your panty-covered folds. Your wetness sticks onto him the more he rubs.

Gojo lets go of your nipple with one last suck, the cool air chilling the wet bud. “Awww, is my lil’ princess shy?” You could only answer in pants and puffs, his blue eyes surveying your entire body laid out for him. “Heh, shit, you look so good...Hmm? Hey, you got a tear down here.”

“Huh?” You follow his eyes down to your tights, bringing your attention to a worn-down incision where Gojo’s hand is between the material and your underwear. It must’ve been from when I was grinding on him earlier today…

The snow-haired boy removes his hand from inside your tights and uses both to make the rip bigger. Your eyes shot wide, “Wha—What are you doing?”

“Making it easier to see your pussy.” He continues to tear a hole big enough for the damp spot of your pussy to be prevalent.

Your face dials up in warmth at the vulgar word. “You could’ve just taken them off, you idiot…”

“Pssh, that’s no fun. Besides,” Gojo uses a thumb to remove the panty barrier to reveal what he’s wanted to see the moment you crawled up on his bed. Your bare cunt, wet substance glistening the pretty folds of your labia. He bites his lip. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty thing you’ve been hiding from me.”

Your hands rush to cover up your vagina, “D-Don’t say such embarrassing things, Gojo!”

“Hey, hey, let me see it,” his hands are used to pull yours aside, your slit throbbing from his gaze without your control. “And what did I say about calling me by my last name?”

It was a force of habit, dummy. “...Just be gentle, okay, Satoru?”

He beams a smile at you, the dimples on his cheek prevalent with his childish manner. “I will, princess! Now, what’s goin’ on here…”

He ditches his head down to your chasm, giving the inviting genitalia a slow lick up to your clitoris. You bucked your hips in shock, jerking at the sudden intrusion of his tongue situating between your slit. He uses his hands to keep your legs still while he sucks and teases your vagina.

You grab for his hair, “—Khhaa!! Ohhh, ohhfuckkk, Satoru, no—Ohhh!!” Your eyes screw shut, mouth open to let your cries fly out.

It only pushes Gojo to keep going, his tongue ravaging your folds as if he’s going to lick you clean. And when he sucks on clit? Holy fuck, you could’ve sworn your soul left your body right there and then.

“Satoruuu!! Ohhhshit, ohhhh…Mmmph,” the noises that come from the commotion below of Gojo’s tongue lapping and slurping your essence were so pornographic to the ears as if they’d melt on the spot. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum, I think I’m gonna…Nnmmph!”

Gojo hears you; that’s why he removes his mouth from your clit before you can experience your orgasm. You throw an unsatisfied whine at him, a shit-eating grin apparent on his face. “Sorry, cutie. But I wanna have a feel for you first.” He straightens his posture and spreads your legs for him. You follow his hands that land at the hem of his boxer briefs, where a tent protrudes until his erection is sprung out with one fell swoop.

The erect limb you gawked at was definitely something you weren’t mentally prepared enough to see. Your eyes take in every single detail you can: from his pink tip, where precum exudes from the urethra down to the underside of his cock, to the long body curved slightly to the left. A whole living a breathing dick — and it’s Gojo’s dick, of all things. It was oddly pretty, you had to admit.

“Ya ready?” You snap back to reality when Gojo calls out to you as he scoots forward to you after putting the condom on, the cockhead aligning with your labia. You hold your breath at the proximity, “Listen to me, Y/n. Since this is your first time, I need you to take deep breaths and try to relax for me. Think you can do that for me?” You sigh through your nostrils, but you nod. “Heh, good. Now stay still, and let me know if it hurts, okay, princess?”

He lightly pushes his glans to your labia, swirling it around to warm you up before kissing the entrance of your vagina. He begins to propel into you, and you begin to brace yourself for the pain that accompanies his insertion. You grab the pillowcase, your teeth clinging to your bottom lip as tears well up. But you remind yourself to breathe, drawing out as much of an exhale for Gojo to shove the tip in.

And when it does get in, you release the loudest gasp you’ve ever expressed that night! Your body froze stiffly as Gojo plunged more of his length into you; the curve scraping your side caused such an exhilarating spike in your nerves that your walls immediately began clenching around him.

Oh fuck, It’s coming, I’m gon— “Ahhhh!”

And just like that, your orgasm that was avoided before came back in seconds., the walls of your slit fluttering on Gojo’s cock like crazy, electric shocks climbing up to your head and pulling you in for a haze.

The sudden contraction of you makes Gojo hiss, “—Fuuuck, you’re gripping me like crazy…! Damn, you feel so fucking good…” He continues to push himself onto you until the base rises your southern lips and grinds his pelvis, which only fuels your screams even more with the overstimulation. “—Khhh! D-Damn…did you cum, baby?”

You can’t even form a proper sentence, your lower half feeling too full to speak, and your figure trembling from the crescendo.

Your expression has Gojo bend down to laugh. “Never had that happened before. Heh, glad I could make you cum for the first time. Congrats, pretty…” Pillowy lips claim yours again, taking your whines and whimpers as he roughly grinds his hips to you.

Gojo begins moving his hips at a slow pace, letting you adjust to his size and shape. However, the peak has made your entire lower body dial-up in sensitivity, your back arching to him every time your clit is barely touched. Tears have long fallen since he successfully entered inside you.

Jesus, the fucking curve of his shaft was so fucking dangerous! Not only was the feeling of his veins coming to and fro with your inner walls had you twitching, but the way the tip of his cock was scratching and poking every spot that had you humming was so unfair. Especially now, when he changes the rhythm to a faster cadence, you’re bound to come again!

“Ohooo, ahahhh, Sa-‘toru…! Ughhh, Jesus, it feels so….Hooohhh!!” Your words slurred in between kisses, almost choking on your tongue with the slap of his balls hitting your taint.

“Yeah, baby…—Ohhh, shit, shit, shiiiit…!” You feel so good to Gojo; he can’t help but slam onto you with all his might. Your nails were causing eclipses on the skin of his shoulders. He didn’t mind; he knew it was because you were feeling good, too. “Hnngh…How’re you feelin’, Y/n? Hmm?”

“—Eeshh!! I–I…don’t know…” Your brain was too mushy to think adequately, too distracted by what was between your legs.

But Gojo wasn’t buying that mess. “Ohoho, I think you do know, sweetie.” The tall silver-haired boy creeps a hand down to your clit to give it a pinch. You scream, your legs wrapping around his hips involuntarily. “How’re you feeling?”

“—Fuuuhucck!! It feels good,” There, you finally said it. “It feels soo good…Hic–pleaseeee, make me feel good, ‘toruuuu!!”

He puts his forehead to yours before kissing it. “God, you’re so fucking, cute…”

Gojo increases his tempo to an erratic fashion, your howls bouncing off the walls with every plunge of his dick inside you. Your gummy walls clamp onto him while his fingers swipe around your clitoris, and more tears strike down your wet cheeks.

The familiar tingling sensation from before begins to climb up. Oh, God, it’s happening again. “Ahhooo—OhmyfuckingGooood!! I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna cummm…! Aiiishh, ahhhhh!!”

And there it goes, your second crescendo hitting you like a wall. Your walls twitch around Gojo’s length again, prompting the man above you to impetuously thrust in a harsh motion, evoking more choked sobs from your puffy lips. And when he dwells into a finish of his own, you can feel his limb pulsate along with your contractions withering away.

The two of you heave and pant close to each other before Gojo slumps his body on your nude figure, allowing him to rest while he pumps his load into your stimulated cunt. The sheets beneath you stick to your sweaty skin, the air of Gojo’s huffs tickling your neck.

When you feel your body subsided from the excitement, you two turn to each other. Noses touching each other, eyes locked into each other’s stares.

“….So,” he’s the first to speak in a whisper. “…What does this make us?”

His eyes were so alluring to look at, like looking at the most beautiful azure gems in your adjacency. “…I’ll punch you if you say I’m your girlfriend.”

That has him chuckling in shaky breathes. “Fair enough, but it’d be dumb if we didn't talk after this.”

A curt nod in agreement, “…Is there a thing called frenemies-with-benefits?”

“Pfft, I don’t know, but why not? I wouldn’t mind.” Gojo then decides to get up and finally remove himself from you, slowly taking out his cock with the condom. The bed creaks when he leaves to remove the plastic and wrap it to discard it. “You okay?”

You ponder for a few seconds before coming to an honest answer. “I think so…My pantyhose isn’t fine, though, you fiend.”

He flashes another smile at you, his dimples taking your heart away. “Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. I’ll get you another pair.”

“You better.”

BZZZT!! BZZZT!! BZZZT!!

Before you could get off the bed, a vibration came from Gojo’s dresser top. It was his phone, the caller ID reading as “punk-boy bangy wannabe”

You blink and give the phone to Gojo after he puts his sweatshirt back on. With raised brows, he says, “It’s Suguru?” His thumb presses the green button before bringing the device to his ear while he puts his limp dick back in his boxers. “Yo. Wassup?”

“Okay, good, you picked up. I’m getting in the elevator right now to grab something from the room real quick. Open the door for me, will ya?”

The white-haired roommate couldn’t express his shock in time because Geto ended the call before he could have the chance. He turns to you slowly, and you can tell whatever he’s going to say isn’t good based on that dumb look on his face. “Suguru's coming up…now.”

Panic spiked up as it rightfully should. You were still braless and topless, for Christ’s sake! And wearing torn tights!? Something you did not want Geto to see in the likes of his and Gojo’s room. “W–What should I do?!”

Gojp quickly scans the room for a plan, immediately pointing to a door to his right. “Hide in my closet!” He hurries to grab the door open. “Quick, grab your clothes and get in here!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…!” You grab for everything in your direct line of sight, making a straight beeline to the closet when you’ve got everything. “Don’t forget my shoes at the front; just quickly hide them somewhere!”

“Okay, okay—“

“I’m serious, Gojo! Do not do anything stupid!”

“I heard you, jeez.” He watches you move around the closet, moving his shoes to one side while trying to hide behind one of his suits. Jesus, you looked real cute even when you were scared. “…Hey.”

You peer up at him, moving his blazer so he could see your complete face. “What?”

“Be careful not to leave your panties here ‘cause I might not give them back.”

The last thing Gojo saw within that second was one of his dress shoes thrown dead at his face. His hands come to his stinging nose and cheek, exclaiming at the pain with a loud groan. “Fucking pervert, quit playing dumb games and get my shoes!”

I take it fucking back. He slams the closet door closed. “So uncute…”

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Addams Family B-Side Four

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four (you’re here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One

Here it is boys!

Actually, this part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned lol

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Anyway, we have more developments in this chapter! I hope you enjoy them 👀

A meme is at the end for your entertainment too!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Eddie has plans for the walk to Steve's house. He's going to compliment the bats on Steve's cropped hoodie. He's going to ask if Steve is aware he's allergic to raspberries. He's going to gently broach the subject of how Steve knows Pubert Addams.

And then, in a moment of cosmic injustice, Pubert fucking Addams is waiting with Steve at the end of the day. Eddie slows some when he sees them, his gaze lingering on Pubert as Steve offers him a thermos to drink from. He passes it back, and Steve looks like he's going to take a sip as well when Eddie calls out, "Stevie!"

Something gratifying and warm floods through him when Steve stops and looks his way. A smile tugs at his lips as Eddie hurries over, relieved to see the thermos being capped and put away. "Hope you didn't wait too long on me," Eddie says.

"We did," Pubert replies, grabbing Steve's hand and dragging him away.

Eddie frowns and catches up. "Why are you here?" he asks.

"Pubert and I walk together," Steve says, easily slipping his hand from Pubert's grip and moving to walk closer to Eddie. Their shoulders brush, Eddie gets another whiff of that cookies and cream scent, and Pubert glares. It's perfect. "Because we live next door to each other."

Eddie blinks, frowning slightly. Before he can say anything, Pubert smirks. "That's right," he says, pulling a cigar from his pocket. "We've known each other all our lives."

He strikes a match against his palm and lights the cigar, passing the match to Steve. When he takes it, Steve just lets the flame burn. Eddie watches as it gets dangerously close to Steve's fingertips, and without thinking, he licks his thumb and forefinger and pinches the flame to put it out.

Steve glances at him, a smile tugging at his lips. "Our parents are r--"

"Rather close," Pubert says, cutting Steve off and making Eddie's eye twitch at how rude it was. "In fact, Steve's parents specially requested I look after him at school."

"Oh," Eddie says, "you're the babysitter."

Pubert blinks and then frowns, looking upset that Eddie isn't more visibly jealous. That's good. That means Eddie is managing to hide his seething anger and envy well.

"So," Eddie says, deciding to steer the conversation away from Pubert. If he does it right, he can even ice him out entirely. "Why'd you transfer here, Stevie?"

"I caused irreparable emotional, psychological, and physical damage to students at my old school," Steve replies, finally passing the burnt match back to Pubert. He smiles lightly and adds, "That's what the police report says, anyway."

Eddie hums softly. "And, uh, why did you do that?"

"They wouldn't go to a museum with me."

"Sounds like they were just dumb, then."

That earns him a bright smile as Steve and Pubert stop outside a two-story home with fountains and cherub statues and an immaculate green lawn. It's surrounded by a white picket fence, the kind Eddie thought only existed in movies and 1950s nuclear family propaganda. Next to this house is a Gothic manor, for lack of a better description. It's dark, jagged, and seems to have clouds hanging over its rusted wrought iron fence.

"This is us," Steve says, gesturing to the Barbie Dreamhouse. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pubert."

With that, Steve grabs Eddie's hand and quickly pulls him through the fence's gate like they can't get inside fast enough. By the time Eddie has blinked, a large door is shutting behind him and he's standing in a foyer. "I'm home!" Steve calls, pulling off his shoes and gesturing for Eddie to do the same.

As he's wobbling to stay balanced while tugging one of his boots off, footsteps echo from the kitchen and a man's voice replies, "Welcome home, Steve!"

Eddie gets his first boot off and looks up as the owner of the voice steps into the foyer. The only thing that keeps him from dropping his shoe at the sight of the man is the unwavering desire to make a good impression on Steve and his parents.

"Father," Steve says, waving the man closer. "This is Eddie. We're going to be working on a project together. Eddie, this is my father, Fester."

Eddie sets his boot down and nods, taking the hand Fester offers. His skin is cold and clammy, probably corpse-like if Eddie had to guess, but he shakes with enthusiasm. Literally. The man's body is practically buzzing. "Great to finally meet you! Welcome to our home. Please make yourself comfortable. We'd love to have you for dinner."

"I thought we were having pot roast," Steve says.

"The oven is big enough for both."

It's a normal enough greeting and joking exchange that Eddie relaxes. He can see some of Steve's energy in Fester, the same wild glint in his eyes, and a similarly overwhelming gaze. Though, it puts him a little on edge when it's coming from Fester. Still. The same.

"Thanks. I, uh, I'll have to check about dinner, I guess, but I'll let you know." Fester drops his hand as he speaks, and Eddie hurries to take off his other boot.

"Of course," Fester says, nodding once. "You two go work. Just scream if you need anything."

"We will," Steve replies, waving for Eddie to follow him up a grand staircase. Literally. Eddie can't think of any other way to describe the marble steps with a polished railing and gilded edges. The whole thing looks like someone from HGTV should be waltzing through a doorway to describe the exact shade of paint they used.

He takes as much of it in as he can, eyes wide as Steve leads him to a balcony that overlooks the foyer. There are only two doors here, both of them across from each other, and Steve leads him to the one on the right. It's painted a soft yellow that reminds Eddie of ducklings.

"Oh," Eddie says, his voice soft and his eyes wide as he realizes just how rich Steve's family is.

The room is practically the size of Eddie's home and sectioned off into different areas. Against the back wall is a dramatic four-poster king-sized bed with one of those gauzy curtains hanging from the ceiling above it. The wall behind it is covered with flowering vines that crawl up and reach outward from behind the bed. A tiny three-step staircase to the left of it leads to what Eddie assumes is the bathroom, considering the edge of a sink that he can see through the crack in the door. To the right is a doorway that leads to a balcony, and Eddie can see a small set of porch furniture through the glass.

To Eddie's immediate left is a whole corner dedicated to a grand piano. Not a mini one, but a full-sized grand piano and its bench. A bookcase pushed against the wall next to it is filled with books of sheet music. To his immediate right is a large work table. Papers are scattered across it, and Eddie wouldn't think anything was wrong if not for the wall of weaponry directly above it. Swords, maces, a few tasers, two spears, and one trident, among others, are carefully arranged on hooks and display pins.

Suddenly, Eddie thinks about that mace Steve pulled out when they first met. He'd told himself that Steve couldn't possibly have been serious about using it, but now he's starting to second guess that assumption.

"Where do you work best?" Steve asks, pulling Eddie from his thoughts about the weaponry wall.

"Oh, uh, on the floor," he says.

Steve smiles and leads Eddie over to the glass balcony doors, sitting directly in a ray of sunshine that makes his hair glow and creates a halo effect. Eddie nervously wipes his palms on his jeans before sitting across from Steve, marveling at how plush the carpet is.

"What did you think of my idea in class?" Steve asks, glancing at Eddie before pulling notebooks and pens out of his bag.

It takes a few seconds for Eddie's brain to catch up. "I like it," he says, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Do you actually find it interesting, though? I mean...you don't really..."

"Look like I know anything about heavy metal?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think the genre is given a little too much credit for converting people to Satanism. I mean, it's just discounting the work put in by others, you know? As a genre, though, it's pretty revolutionary, right? Like, it was doing and saying stuff nobody had heard before when it first made an appearance."

The more Eddie listens, the more excited he gets. Not only is Steve gorgeous and wild and unpredictable, he also knows a little about heavy metal and doesn't just write it off as unintelligible noise.

"How much of a history lesson are you prepared for, big boy?" Eddie asks, unable to help his grin as he leans forward.

Steve imitates his lean, his own smile a little softer. Eddie misses the way it becomes just a tiny bit smug when he glances down to see Steve's top hanging forward enough to see his chest. He's just about to do something incredibly stupid when Steve says, "As much as you're willing to give me."

Eddie blinks and looks back up, searching Steve's eyes for a few seconds. He doesn't seem sarcastic. In fact, he seems happy to listen to Eddie describe the genre, which only makes his already monumental crush grow three sizes.

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Eddie's heavy metal history lesson takes the better part of an hour to get through, and Steve spends the entire time slowly inching his way closer. He crosses the space between them as Eddie describes foundational bands and concept albums and the branching off of heavy metal from the rock 'n' roll genre tree.

By the time Eddie starts to lose steam, his eyes still bright and his face red from barely breathing the entire time, their knees are pressed together, Steve is happily leaning closer to occupy more of his space, and Eddie's hand had gravitated to Steve's calf without permission.

Steve smiles, happily filing away for later the bands Eddie mentioned and the albums he particularly liked. "So," he says, his voice soft but easily getting Eddie's attention, "sounds like we know everything for our presentation."

"You got the perfect partner for this project, sweetheart."

His grin widens, and Steve hums softly, leaning a little closer. This seems like a perfect chance to put one of his mother's lessons into action: ambiguously hint at more but don't follow through. "I'm not doing much work, though," he says, placing his hand on Eddie's knee.

Eddie squirms slightly, glancing down at Steve's hand before looking back up, a blush crawling along his cheeks and reaching for his ears. "You can, uh, design it. Yeah. Design the presentation."

"Is that really all I could do?"

Steve can see the moment Eddie registers his meaning, his eyes widening and the blush officially spreading to his ears and down his neck. He opens his mouth, glances away, and seems to blurt out the first thing he can think of to change the subject. "So, uh, w-what's with the weapons?"

"Doesn't everyone have a weapons wall?"

"Yeah, no. Uh, that might just be you, Stevie."

Steve tilts his head, humming softly as he glances at his weapons. "They're weapons I've won fights with," he says, looking back at Eddie with a bright smile. "I'm the best fighter in the family."

"Oh. Cool. And, who were you...fighting?"

"My cousins. Wednesday is the best opponent. She fights dirty. Pugsley isn't much of a fighter, really. What is much faster than me, but they always trip over their hair. I haven't won against Uncle Gomez just yet, but he has years of practice on me. Aunt Tish says it's just a matter of time, anyway. The trident, though, that was a bar mitzvah gift."

"You're Jewish?"

"On my mother's side."

"Oh," Eddie says, glancing at the wall again. His eyes linger on the trident for a moment before he asks, "And what about your dad's side?"

"I'm an Addams."

"An....Addams?"

Steve knows he's just killed Pubert's fun, but he doesn't care. He wants to see what Eddie looks like when he's angry. He wants to see what Eddie looks like when he's angry for and about Steve. "Fester Addams," he says, "Harrington is just a name of a family friend on my mom's side. She thought it sounded nicer."

Eddie's brain is visibly chugging along, turning this information over until his eyes spark with anger and frustration, his hand on Steve's calf tightening without him realizing. "And Pubert?" he asks, his voice low and more of a growl than anything else.

It sends an excited shiver down Steve's spine, and he suddenly knows Eddie can be mean and vicious and merciless if Steve only nurtured those tendencies with very positive reinforcement. "Pubert's great with explosives, but he's not good at close range fights. He doesn't even protect his kidneys. They're so easy to stab," Steve replies.

"Well, if it's that easy," Eddie mutters.

His words send a thrill down Steve's spine, and he can't help leaning into his space. He places his hands on Eddie's thighs for balance, far above the knee, and only stops when their noses are almost brushing. "I could hold him down for you," he offers, hearing Eddie gulp at their proximity.

"I, uh, might take you up on that," Eddie whispers, glancing down at Steve's mouth and staring at it.

Steve waits a few seconds, but Eddie doesn't do anything more. He internally sighs, lamenting the lack of initiative but happy that he gets to keep teasing, and leans back. "Well, just let me know," he says, his voice light as he shifts out of Eddie's reach.

He picks up his notebook, flipping it open to a blank page, and looks up. Eddie is staring at him like he's just seen Heaven only for the gates to close on him. He looks desperate but confused, and Steve decides it's a very cute look on him. "So, do you want to hear my ideas for the presentation?" he asks, flashing an innocent smile that pulls Eddie back to the present.

"Yeah. Sure. Explain away," Eddie says, his voice a little strained. Pride swells in Steve's chest at having caused the strain, and he pretends not to notice Eddie's attempts to subtly inch closer as he outlines design ideas.

When Eddie is finally close enough for their shoulders to touch, Steve rewards his initiative by leaning against him.

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updownlately · 8 months

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but i bet you if they only knew (they’d just be jealous of us)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 2k | a/n: another req! in all honesty this took me ages to even get a basic idea of what i wanted to write and countless drafts and i still don't how to feel about it. hopefully y'all atleast find this somewhat wholesome bc that's what i was going for but if not then welp... to whoever requested, my bad for the time this took but i hope you don't mind that i changed the req a bit! anyway, as usual, happy reading!

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In the midst of the locker room chaos, everyone seemingly more energetic after the afternoon training, sat Leah- nearly ready to go, regular trainers on, bag packed, focus strayed drastically from her original intent of going home as quickly as possible.

Attention instead directed towards Beth and Katie’s, their off key singing easily entertaining the whole Arsenal women’s team, the blonde missed the way her phone vibrated, the noise of the notification lost in the sea of laughter, yelling, and the (not) grammy winning performance.

Arms crossed as she leant back in her seat, an amused smile on her face as she took in the interaction in front of her, the near silent buzzes went ignored, the second and third messages, each pinging one after the other, unnoticed by the English skipper.

It was only when the noise died down ever so slightly, ironic timing with your final planned text coming in, did she realize what was occurring.

Small smile already crossing her face, a pretty good idea of who it might be already on her mind, Leah reached for the device beside her, quickly lifting it and smiling wider as the multiple notifications of text messages from you showed on the lock screen.

Heading to your message thread, her grin grew as she saw the onslaught of texts.

‘Someone was excited to wake up today’

‘The smile’s been there since morning’

‘I think he misses you’

The words were split with a video coming between the first two messages, and a short clip followed the final message.

As Leah hit play on the first clip, unaware of the three sets of eyes on her, a soft look crossed her face- one that very much didn’t go unnoticed by Viv, Steph, and most importantly, McCabe.

Letting Leah finish watching whatever it was, devious smile ever-present, the Irishwoman made her way over to the blonde, teasing words already slipping past her lips.

“Well, did the missus text ya something? The way your smile’s nearly turned you into the Cheshire Cat, I think you oughta share with us, no?”

And before Leah could even shoot off the barest of replies to you, her phone was promptly taken from her grasp, the blonde left with a shock on her face, mind not yet caught up to what was happening, hand still outstretched from where it had been holding her phone.

Barely able to formulate any sense of a protest Leah watched helplessly as the whole locker room went silent when Katie’s surprised cry rang out, a look of disbelief clear on her face as her head turned dramatically to face the midfielder then the phone in her hands and then the midfielder again, jaw nearly on the floor.

“IS THAT YOURS?”

The bewildered question was unusually loud, capturing the attention of everyone else.

The blonde couldn’t help but nod meekly in response, shrinking in on herself as the unwanted attention directed towards her, an innumerable set of eyes peering at the interaction.

A red hue spread on her face as Katie continued to stand in front of her, jaw agape, phone now locked automatically as her head turned back to face the black screen.

As the silence stretched on, neither the blonde nor brunette uttering a single word, the silent Mexican standoff piqued the curiosity of their fellow teammates, Beth and Steph quietly making their way over to peer over Katie’s shoulder only to be met with a black screen.

“What are you on about?”

And at Beth’s questioning words, Leah sprang into action, quickly rising from where she was resting and reaching to try and grab her phone off the other woman.

Her attempt was futile though, as Katie pulled the locked device behind her back, the other arms snapping out to block Leah from advancing any closer.

“Nope. No. No way. You’re not getting this back until you explain yourself.”

“Katie- no-“

The protest was cleanly cut off, the Irishwoman reverently shaking her head at the futile attempt.

“That doesn’t sound like an explanation…”

“McCabe…How about I tell you later? Just between us?”

Apparently though, that wasn’t good enough for the rest of the team, a large outcry of protests rising at the words.

It was only Lia who sat back amusedly, watching as she watched the other girls try and get Leah to unlock her phone or get Katie to spill the secret, the Swiss captain already having an idea of what this could be about, a secret she had known since its origin.

“At least show them the video under the condition that they can’t ask questions today?”

If the sharp glare that her work wife received was any indication, Leah was not at all a fan of the idea, herself concerned if she could even share the videos.

Turning her gaze back to the rest of the squad huddled around the left winger who still had her phone, she sighed in defeat, clearly realizing she wasn’t going to get out of this one, especially not after that last proposition.

Sighing, the blonde pinched the bridge of her nose in disbelief, disappointed in herself for giving in.

“Alright. I’ll show you guys what Katie saw, on the condition that I’m not answering any questions today after I show you and I get my phone back first.”

“What if you just sprint out of here with it?”

Rolling her eyes at the remark made by none other than the devil herself, Leah groaned audibly, head thrown back as she rubbed her temples.

“I’ve got the yellow-card queen in front of me and Jen’s standing by the door…thank you but no thank you- I value my ability to walk…”

The smart-ass reply had Katie hesitantly handing Leah her phone, the blonde promptly texting you for permission to show the team before she actually did.

It wasn’t like you controlled who saw the pictures, but very early on in the whole procedure- the whole relationship really- you both had agreed upon keeping this area of your life private, especially as the game grew to the extent that it did.

As much as the team knew you existed, you having met them countless times by now, even to the point where Lia would tease that you would’ve been her work wife had you played for Arsenal instead, the existence of the tiny human you and Leah had was very much not common knowledge to the team.

If anything, only the Swiss captain was really the only one who knew in the football world.

People had their hunches of course, your own teammates at Bayern having an inkling themselves, but it had never been confirmed, and you and the blonde had never been more grateful.

It’s why Leah patiently waited for your go-ahead text to come, shaking her head at the grumbling of her fellow teammates as she waited for a response.

Quieting the team’s grumbling with threats of just waiting them out, Leah smiled in victory as none of them called her bluff, sighing in relief as your text chimed in, nervousness fluttering at the words she read.

‘I think it’s about time, yeah?’

Nodding to herself and taking a deep breath in, the blonde let out a quick exhale before texting back a quick saluting emoji and a heart in response, waiting for your reply before showing the team the root of the intervention.

“Okay, so like I said, no questions once I show you, and I get to leave ASAP and you’ll understand why…”

When no one protested at the words, Leah nodded, taking confirmation in the silence and scrolling up in the conversation to find the videos you had sent.

Proud grin on her face as she turned her phone to face the team, she couldn’t help the way her chest slightly puffed up, chin subconsciously rising in joy.

And as the rest of the team huddled around to get the barest of looks, one by one their jaws dropped, the video on the screen garnering the same reaction as earlier, except this time across the whole room and not just the walking loudspeaker.

Said video that featured your and Leah’s six-month old, eyes half closed as the little guy did a gummy little yawn, arms stretching adorably across the bed before he pulled them back in and shot a cheeky little grin straight towards the camera- the same grin you swear he somehow stole from Leah.

Hearing the audio cut out and the frozen stares across the room, the team no doubt in a state of shock and confusion, Leah quickly pulled back the phone and swiped to the next video, a mix of pride and nervousness thrumming through her as the second video played.

It consisted of you holding your son in your arms as you danced around your shared kitchen, music softly being played in the background. And whilst it was cute with the way the toddler was gripping tightly onto your forearms, a toothy grin ever-present on his face, it wasn’t the key part of the video.

It was what followed the end of the video, the way the drunk-seeming little tiny human babbled the little words with you, repeating the little vowels as you said them. How you looked at the camera before reciting the words, being repeated by the baby and coming out barely legible yet clear as day to the blonde- ‘luv ma ma’.

The utterance of the broken phrase was highlighted by your shocked face as you did a little cheer of your own, looking at your phone before sending the lens a tender smile just before the video cut.

It wasn’t the first time your son had said it, but each day it seemed to get a little clearer, and with each utterance it had Leah’s heart doing a flutter she never knew anyone but you could cause.

Trying not to get too teared up at the thought of how quickly the days were passing, the skipper snapped herself out of the thoughts, shyly bringing her arm back as she registered the silence in the room.

Swallowing audibly at the number of shocked faces expectantly looking at her, she turned towards Lia, a pleading look of help on her face as the other woman merely shrugged with a smirk on her face.

Damn the Swiss and their need to be neutral…

Turning back to the sea of Arsenal warm gear, Leah prepared herself mentally, reaching for her bag and quickly shouldering it before tucking her cleats under her arms.

Wincing as the team barely moved, she planned her escape whilst shrugging as if to say ‘well…’

“Surprise? I guess?”

Within milliseconds of the words leaving her, the blonde heard a flurry of questions immediately being sent her way, her previous request tossed out the window without a second glance.

And as the onslaught of ‘how old is he?’, ‘he or she?’, coupled with the ‘why didn’t you tell us?’, ‘wait since when?’ and of course, the ‘what the fuck Leah???’ (courtesy of Beth of course) barrelled through, the Englishwoman quickly sprinted her way out of the change rooms, those that were just barely dressed and ready to leave immediately following her like a row of ducklings, as the blonde sprinted to her car.

Mentally berating herself on why she didn’t just leave halfway through Beth and Katie’s rendition of ‘I want it that way’, Leah quickly got into her car, reversing before the team had any shot of catching up, phone being (gently) tossed into the backseat as texts started ringing through.

With nearly a half hour passing since the blonde was supposed to be home, and the thought of the little munchkin waiting at home for her (and of course, you), Leah relaxed as she made the drive back home, grimacing at the thought of the chaotic uproar she most definitely left behind, and glad for the chaotic peace that awaited her a handful of minutes away.

Smiling at the contrast, a small grin overtook her face, gratefully for the overgrown kids she had with football, and the small tot she had at home.

Yeah, maybe life didn’t get any better than this, the perfect mix of chaos and love never-ending…she’d happily take this.

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inspo for this post was literally this insta reel - can't tell me that isn't absolutely adorableeeeee

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an-otterly-adorable-being · 8 months

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hello! if you don't mind i do have a request for poly Fizzmodeus x reader

can you do headcanons of them with a crush on an idol/popstar succubus who's secretly a single parent (to keep the kid safe bc reader knows the public will be more than invasive and will only reveal the kid when they're older)? like reader's hesitant to rlly get into a relationship with the two bc she's afraid of what they think.

a certain anime's been giving me this brainrot for a while and i don't have the skill to properly write this sjjdkdkdkskdk

I didn't focus too much on the succubus part, but I hope this is good.

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus x F!SingleParent!Reader

Fizz is not a great father, but he does try his best, and thats why I love him <3. Hope y'all enjoy!

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• Your tour ended recently, and you already have a new album being planned.

• For anyone else, it's a dream come true.

• For you, well, it's the break you desperately need to see your kid.

• You've been living a double life for a while.

• On one hand, you're a pop star, hiding her face beneath a variety of masks, with hundreds of thousands of adoring fans.

• On the other, you were a mom just looking out for her kid, trying to keep them out of the exhausting and draining world of fame.

• The mask thing was probably one of your best ideas, as it let you actually go out with your child without being accosted by the paparazzi.

• Plus the whole "secretive succubus" act was great for sales and popularity.

• Most of the money goes to your kid. Yeah, they may end up a tad bit spoiled, but you just want them to be happy.

• Plus, you do have the foresight to not make them an asshole.

• You've dealt with enough rich people in your time, and most of them are the exact kind of people you're trying to keep away from your child.

• Although...there are two that are pretty nice.

• You knew Fizzarolli first, both of you hitting Lust's entertainment circuit at the same time.

• You even had a small thing together for a little bit, although it never really grew. It was more platonic than romantic anyways.

• That's not to say that you hadn't considered going further, or that you didn't have some feelings for him, you just chose not to act on it.

• Asmodeus, on the other hand, found you after you had gotten a decent sized following.

• Unlike with Fizz, nothing really happened between you, but you did become good friends.

• He was also kind of hot too.

• When you had gotten back to your home, you were planning on take your kid out to do...something.

• You weren't sure, but it didn't matter, because someone had sent you a message.

• It was from Ozzie, inviting you over for dinner

• Problem is, you had just gotten back, and you really wanted to be with your kid.

• So, you asked if he could make sure that dinner stayed pg-13, which he questioned, but agreed to.

• You had been wanting to tell Asmodeus about you being a parent for a while, you needed to figure out dinner, and you didn't want to leave your child again, so why not kill 3 birds with one stone?

• When you got there, you got a pleasant suprise in the form of Fizzarolli.

• Fizz and Ozzie also had a suprise, the fact you had a kid.

• (I've been trying to leave the kid's age ambiguous, so that y'all can have a bit of freedom with it. If the kid's old enough, they introduce themselves, and if not you do it. Anyways, back to the headcanons.)

• It takes a good couple of minutes to explain everything, but they understand and respect your decision to keep your child out of the limelight.

• The dinner was nice, fancy too. Then again, you weren't expecting anything else.

• There was something odd though, you felt like Fizz and Ozzie were flirting with you.

• Turns out, they were.

• Apparently, both Ozzie and Fizz, who were together already, wanted to invite you into a little polycule relationship.

• And to be honest, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

• As mentioned before, you did have feelings for Fizz, and you did think Asmodeus was hot.

• Plus, you wouldn't mind having some help raising a child.

• Turns out that Ozzie is a pretty good parent.

• Fizz not so much, but he's trying.

• And dear Satan is it amazing to have people doting on you for once.

• Fans are one thing, romantic partners are so, so much better.

• And hey, at least your kid will grow up around some genuinely good people.

#fizzaroli x reader #headcanon #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss headcanon #asmodeus x fizzarolli #asmodeus x reader #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzarolli #fizzarolli x asmodeus #helluva boss asmodeus #polyamory

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danaewrites · 9 months

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you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part i: and while you were asleep, i was surely awake

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 2.8k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: hii y'all, sorry for not posting in a year :P my only excuse is that i didn't feel like taking the energy to actually write out my story ideas. also perfectionism. anyway i somehow wrote this in two hours while procrastinating my college app essays and have plans to make this a multi-chapter fic despite intending to write an angsty oneshot request for a completely different fandom (i see you, beloved anons, and i raise you this completely unrelated fic <3)… the brain of a writer works in mysterious ways.

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

You were in love with James Potter.

It was a fact of life, just like how the sky was blue, or that his favorite dessert was treacle tart, or that you were the only person he’d ever let see him cry besides his mother. You’d loved him from the moment you met him on the train to Hogwarts as a shy, anxious muggleborn unsure of the new world of magic and prejudice you’d been thrown into without so much as a warning. He hadn’t cared at all about your blood status- didn’t even think to ask about it. He had launched himself into your compartment and began talking at you a mile a minute, beaming with every tooth showing once he found out you were hoping to get into Gryffindor, his hazel eyes alight with the joy of making a new friend. And friends indeed you had become; you were proud to remember that you’d known him before Sirius or Remus or Peter did, though it took only an instant after the Sorting for him to become best mates with the rest of them, too.

You and James were inseparable from that moment on, giggling at Professor Binns’ failure to notice Sirius’ antics in the back of class and reassuring each other when home seemed too far away for comfort. He stole sweets from the Slytherin table for you at meals, and you covered for him when the teachers almost caught him pranking Snape– after all, who would believe that sweet, innocent Y/n would ever be involved in such shenanigans? The soft-spoken demeanor and love of everything pastel you’d thought would eventually oust you from the close-knit Gryffindor boys’ group proved to be quite the useful asset when affirming their ‘innocence’.

Not that they only wanted you around because you were helpful, of course. You had quite the talent for exaggerating stories until even Sirius fell off his seat laughing in disbelief, and your creative mind made for some glorious pranks and entertaining mistakes. Peter would blush for an hour straight if anyone mentioned The Great Plum Pudding Incident of Christmas 1974, all thanks to your clever meddling. And Remus– well, he was eternally grateful for your mother-henning during the worst of his moon cycles. You’d been the first to figure out his “furry little problem”, and upon learning that enjoying chocolate was his favorite method of escapism, showed up every month without fail with an armful of Honeydukes sweets. The little ways in which you loved each Marauder meant the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and make sure you were okay, James most of all. You often teased James that he was more bodyguard than friend, with his deep glares at too-forward Hufflepuff boys masking the big softie you knew he was underneath. You remembered fondly the summer days he spent chasing you around your house, scaring your mother half to death with his colander-and-pot ‘armor’ as he declared that as a chivalrous knight, he was meant to save Princess Y/n from the terrible Acromantula King. Privately, you thought James had a few too many Arthurian legends for bedtime stories as a child, but what could you do?

Even now, as sixth years, the bond between you and James never changed, your love for him ever-growing. Your heart melted every time you glanced over your shoulder in the hallway, only to find him chatting softly with a sniffling first-year and guiding them to Professor Sprout’s office for a hot cuppa and a biscuit. You cheered at his Quidditch victories and were euphorically lifted up onto his broad shoulders afterward, whooping as he galavanted through the common room in celebration. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on when his grandfather died, softly stroking his hair as he fell asleep in your lap with tear tracks still running down his face. And he adored you in return– braiding your hair while you worked on Herbology essays, racing you on his beloved broom when you stayed with him during the summer, distracting you from your rants about Slughorn’s unfair grading with a trip to the kitchens and a blissfully soft blanket.

James was your lifeline and you his– and nothing in the world could change that.

Except, perhaps, one tiny little complication. A complication with vibrant red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a natural affinity for Potions. A complication that had sparked your jealousy since the first time you noticed James glancing dreamily at Lily Evans in second year Transfiguration, jealousy that had only gotten worse with his grand declarations of love every week. He’d begun to announce his affection for the muggleborn to anyone who would listen in third year, and it didn’t stop there. No, when James Potter loved someone, he loved hard, and that meant that you had to watch as beautiful bouquets appeared on Lily’s nightstand nightly while the rest of the girls in your dorm whispered and swooned. You were a wallflower when he sighed about how lovely her skin was and how bloody talented she was at everything she did during one of your late-night chats in the common room, curling in on yourself with every word he spoke. When he asked her to Hogsmeade the first time (and the second, and the third, and the fiftieth), you observed as she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, despite the small smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t smart or pretty or talented– far from it. She deserved every good Potions grade she got, and even the pureblood Slytherins begrudgingly noted how she was the darling of Hogwarts society. But you thought that the way she treated your best friend, refusing his advances quite harshly but sending him flirtatious glances and making a show of wearing his flowers in her hair, was rather unkind and misleading. She had James wrapped around her little finger and didn’t seem to want to let go of his attention anytime soon, despite Snape’s protests about how much time he was spending with her. You disliked Severus, but didn’t think he deserved Lily’s bad treatment either. Sometimes you’d see him staring at James and Lily deep in conversation, and shoot him a glance of communal disappointment– before realizing who you were sharing the moment with and resuming an expression of disgust, at least.

At first, you ignored your growing angst about his new obsession, chalking it up to sleep deprivation, stress over your upcoming exams, and even your monthly. But when you started to run out of excuses for the despair slowly overtaking your heart and flashes of his dark curls began to appear in your sweetest dreams, you were forced to admit that your feelings for James ran much deeper than a platonic friendship. From the way he spun you around in the snow to the way he snorted at Remus’ awful puns, you were head-over-heels smitten with your best friend.

The way he’d filled out since the end of fourth year hadn’t escaped your notice, either; you were pretty sure that his pecs should be considered a traffic hazard, with the way you’d fallen flat on your face after seeing him shirtless after a match. He’d rushed over to clean up every one of your injuries, of course, with a touch so gentle it released a whole menagerie of butterflies in your stomach. You’d barely managed to mumble a coherent thank-you before sprinting to take a very cold shower and scream into your pillow with embarrassment. How on earth did Lily Evans even think around him?!

Alas, you’d read your fair share of romance novels, and you knew how this story would end. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.

That was the state Sirius found you in, broody and lost in thought in a quiet corner of the library. He grinned rakishly, planting a well-polished boot on a nearby chair and leaning over to tap your forehead. “Lots going on in there today, huh?”

You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry, Siri, didn’t mean to ignore you. Just, er, thinking about my Potions essay, do you know how many uses there are for mandelwort? Quite fascinating plants, hones–”

Sirius winced and slid back far across the table. “Oh, no, you are not discussing horrid Potions work with me today when there are so many other wonderful topics.” He gestured to a table of swooning fifth-years gazing dreamily at his backside. “For example, those lovely ladies,” he crooned, sending an exaggerated wink towards them and smirking when they sighed.

You wrinkled your nose and scoffed. “Oh, please, as if I haven’t heard enough about your conquests already. I’m already scarred for life from your stories about that Belgium Veela, let alone the muggle sailor you nearly broke the Statute of Secrecy for.”

He waved a hand, dismissing your allegations of the mental injury caused by his excruciating attention to sordid detail when slightly tipsy in the common room. You made a mental note to charm his shampoo to turn his hair bright lavender for the next week for that little snub. Although, being Sirius, he’d probably just use it as an excuse to sway the rest of the Hogwarts population into going to Hogsmeade with him. “Ah, but darling Y/n, that’s what I’m here for!” He furrowed his brow and stroked his chin in mock consideration. “However, I can’t seem to recall a time when you–” here he poked you in the cheek for emphasis– “confessed to a little tete-a-tete in the hallway. Ever. Which means we have a problem,” he grinned.

You felt rather like prey being hunted for sport. “That would be because I’m not interested in anyone, you dolt!” Crossing your arms, you turned your face back towards your homework. Maybe if you denied romantic interest for long enough, Sirius would leave you alone and go flounce off to flirt with the noisy table of fourth years. “Anyway, I heard Marlene’s been circling Dorcas like a lovesick pigeon lately, so perhaps you should be putting your matchmaking efforts to her benefit instead.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon doll, I know you weren’t actually thinking about Potions when I arrived. Who’s the lead actor in those fantasies, mm?” He snatched up your favorite pink gel pen, twirling around his fingers as he looked at you expectantly.

Drat. He wouldn’t be so easily distracted with the latest gossip. You opened your mouth to protest yet again when you caught a flash of red over Sirius’ artfully tousled locks. You watched as James strode up to the alcove where Lily and her friends were studying, transfigured a sheet of parchment into a butterfly clip and held it out to her with a grin. Her laughter pealed out through the library as she let him lean over her shoulder to place it in her hair. He seemed oblivious to the titters of the girls around him while he gazed at Lily adoringly. You felt your heart clench as you recognized the expression on his face; you’d seen it on your own in the mirror after spending time with James, after all. And it seemed like maybe Lily was finally starting to be swayed into accepting his starry-eyed proposals, if the pretty blush on her cheeks was anything to go by.

Sirius tracked your despairing gaze to the couple and immediately paled in realization. “Oh, shit.”

Shit, indeed. Your face turned bright red as you scrambled to pack your bag and leave the area as fast as you possibly could, not sure how you could face Sirius knowing your deepest secret now. The boy had no self-control, fueling the Hogwarts gossip mill with the wild stories he overheard, and he had even less discretion when confessing things to his friends around the common room fire. It’s no wonder he wound up in Gryffindor, you thought miserably. There’s no way he’d be able to keep a secret like the rest of the Slytherins, and definitely not from James. It would only be a matter of time before he let it slip about your feelings to the rest of the Marauders, and— well, you’d just have to face losing your best friend for good once he heard.

Sirius broke your train of thought by wrapping his hands around yours, looking up at you with concern. “Hey, doll, wait— I didn’t know—“

You sniffed and wiped the tears threatening to fall from your eyes away fiercely. “That’s exactly it, Sirius, you didn’t know because you won’t be able to keep it from James.”

He looked guiltily down at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bit of a git with keeping things private lately, yeah?”

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. Sirius reached out, placing them back down on the table, and softly said, “Listen, I shouldn’t have pried so hard. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He broke off, pausing to scramble for a handkerchief from his bag to wipe off your rapidly disintegrating mascara. “And I promise not to breathe a word of this to James,” he finished.

You looked up at him, startled. “Are you serious?” At his answering grin, you groaned. “Don’t answer that. But really, are you sure that you’ll be able to resist telling him everything?” You fiddled with the now-soiled handkerchief and whispered, “You two are so close, I don’t want to drive you apart. If James thought you were hiding something important from him, it would destroy him,” you sniffed.

He frowned. “Doll, you know you’re just as important as James is to me, right?” At your answering slump, his jaw clenched and he continued on with more intensity. “You’re like my sister, Y/n, there’s nothing you could do to make me care for you less. Especially not asking for your privacy. Clearly, I haven’t been treating you as well as you deserve if you doubt that.”

He walked around and took a seat in the armchair next to you, pulling you in to lean on his shoulder. “And I can be discreet, you know. I might not show it often, but growing up in a family of the most intensely secretive purebloods ever to exist taught me a few things.” You glanced at him doubtfully, the tiny quirk of your mouth the only sign that you were joking. “Hey, I’m being serious!” He laughed, then quieted suddenly. “This thing with James— you really love him, don’t you?”

You gave him an exasperated look out of the corner of your eye. Sirius released a breath and gazed deeply into the space in front of him. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together, okay?” He poked you in the side. “If he’s too focused on the smell of Evans’ hair or whatever to see that he already has the perfect girl in front of him, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” You giggled slightly, his words warming you. Sirius smiled, happy to see you cheering up a bit.

“Why don’t we go raid the kitchens? The coolest person I know once told me that elf-crafted mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best way to heal a broken heart,” he teased. You groaned, remembering how you’d told him that as a last resort to get him to stop complaining about how he missed his sailor ex-boyfriend every time you two went to Hogsmeade. At least your random advice wound up benefiting you now, you thought as you collected the last of your stationery and exited the library.

Neither you nor Sirius saw how James watched you smile up at Sirius as you walked away, holding his arm and laughing loudly at something he muttered. Anna Dumotier, a Hufflepuff fifth-year and one of Lily’s friends, would remember later that night how he seemed to tune out Lily’s voice for a moment and stared at the doors to the library with a strange expression on his face. His brows were furrowed like he was trying to decipher the answer to an unfamiliar puzzle, his eyes widened with confusion and a glint of something she could only identify as jealousy before Lily brought him back to the conversation with a graceful flip of her hair. But no— she shook her head— that couldn’t be right. What could James possibly be jealous of when he finally had the girl of his dreams in his arms?

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rorichuu · 4 months

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(never done this before so i apologize if its shite)

would it be possible for like tf2 medic or tf2 engie having a really scout-level stupid gender neutral s/o

one who wouldnt be paying attention to how asleep their foot it and ending up spraining it and then acting like ot was the floors fault

or whod do a backflip off stairs for gum off the ceiling and half a penny

and them like crawling back to their intelligent boyfriend like they just ran head first into an electric fence

(sorry if this was done before lmao)

relationships for dummies — engineer/medic x gn!reader

pairing: engineer/medic x gn!reader (separate)

authors note: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE LMAOOO this was a remarkable ask thank you so much for sending this in anon - hope you like it :D

disclaimer: none!

MEDIC:

no one knows how you two got together

like nobody knows

some theorize but no one has gotten a definitive answer

but the real reason was that he just loved how absolutely unhinged you were

like you had NO fear to do the things you did

he. fucking. LOVED THAT.

studies you like you're a creature in a jar

medic isn't so much of a worrier, not like engie is

if you're hurt, he can patch you back up like it's no biggie 🙄🙄

and highkey just as chaotic as you are

so you guys are partners in MANY crimes

but he also finds it very humorous whenever you do pretty stupid stuff

if you sprained your ankle because your foot fell asleep, he'd sigh tbh

it's happened so many times

and he told you how to prevent that

so many times

but he's obviously more than willing to help you; he's your crutch when you need him

if y'all are on the battlefield, he's more than likely to be by your side throughout the entire fight

even more than heavy

most of the time, he's just trying to refrain from your usage of the respawn machine with the amount of times you've tripped or tried to perform some kinda stunt

used uber on you once

it was

interesting

obviously he was more than willing to use uber on you

he was so damn curious on how'd you boost and what you'd do

and the thrill of it all?? drunk off of it

he loves you very much

supporter in all of your idiocy!!!

ENGINEER:

i'll be honest

finds it more entertaining than anything

although, he sometimes... worries?

he remembers the time where you tried to slap a sticker on the ceiling and ended up tripping on the ladder scout was (so poorly supporting) and ended up face first with the floor...

medic helped retrieve your lost tooth

engineer kept asking if you were okay that day LMAOOO

but yeah, the dude worries for you sometimes - you can't just go around doing stunts without some fear of hurting yourself!

kind of a helicopter mom of some sorts

but when he isn't worrying about you, and you're doing harmless shit, he finds it HUMOROUS ASF

like when you decided to sit on your foot for too long and tried to walk and just fell

he was laughing and slapping his knee

the old man he is

he DID try and help you up but you fell over again and I swear to god you put the man into cardiac arrest

tries his very best to warn you or help you prevent idiotic acts like these

but he definitely isn't overbearing

he's more of a watch from afar with a beer in hand while he gives you a thumbs up while you nearly drown in a pool with your floaties

he's that kinda guy

and I stand by it

. . .

one time you successfully tried to jump an electric fence (with demo, heavy, and scout as witnesses)

and hey!!! you did it!!! ........on the 7th time!

you and scout are besties I don't make the rules

you guys literally feast off each other's energies

but anyway

you went running towards your boyfriend, calling his name as you stumbled into his workroom.

"Hey, honey bee! What's going- ... on?"

he tried.

he tried so hard not to laugh.

but your frizzy hair and disheveled clothes was too much not to marvel

"What'd you do this time?" He laughed as he was quick to smooth over your crazed hair.

loves you so much

his little firecracker

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #medic x reader #engineer x reader #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #engineer #medic #rorichuu!

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truly-neutral-art · 1 month

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Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.3

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.4

Welcome to part 3 of my madness as I continue to take inspiration from scenes in the movie. This is when Din get's a full view of Luke's scars (and is caught looking) not long after the drift compatibility tryouts. He still doesn't know of their origins, but he might find out soon 👀👀👀 (More info under the cut if you're interested).

Anyways, hope my insanity entertains y'all! There's still plenty more to come and perhaps even more in the works.

P.S. All the love that this idea has been shown has been a great motivator for me to work on the fic. So thank you to everyone who's interacted with these posts and have shown their interest. Glad to know I'm not alone in being interested in a niche ship and a 10 year old movie crossover.

More info about Luke's Scars: It starts with part of the timeline I've formulated.

2027 - Luke becomes a pilot with Biggs.

January, 2028 - Death of Paz; Birth of Grogu; Din leaves the Jaeger program

August, 2028 - Death of Biggs; Luke is injured;

2029 - Leia becomes a pilot and is Luke's new partner

So, essentially Luke joined the program very young (17) while Leia was still studying politics with the Organas. Biggs was Luke's drift partner and they piloted together for a year.

The destruction of Razor Crest and the death of Paz/disappearance of Din marked the turning point for the Jaeger program. Not long after that incident the Jaegers were struggling to fight back against the onslaught of Kaiju. More frequent attacks along with higher category Kaiju started to wear them thin.

In a particularly dicey situation, Luke and Biggs were deployed on their own to deal with a CATIII Kaiju while backup was on the way. Despite how skilled the two were, the Kaiju overwhelmed them before backup could come and their Con Pod was ripped from their Jaeger. The damage caused an energy serge through the pilot suits causing Luke to get his scars. Those injuries, plus the ones from getting tossed onto shore, also resulted in Bigg's death.

After hearing about this, and while Luke was recovering. Leia decided to join the program and began her training. By the time Luke was recovered she was graduating cadet school and they were able to pilot together. It took some time for Luke to get used to piloting again after being connected to someone who died, but he trained himself to feel the serenity in the drift and keep those memories at bay. Luke's control while in the drift is next to no one except maybe Anakin, but he hasn't piloted in a long time, so it's hard to say.

Speaking of Anakin, he isn't supper happy about his children being pilots, but there wasn't much he could do to dissuade them. After Padme's death during a Kaiju attack, and Anakin subsequently blaming himself for it, he threw himself into the program. He wasn't able to raise the twins because he was on duty so they were raised by Owen and Beru as well as mentored by the Organas (mostly Leia).

Leia is resentful of Anakin for leaving them when they were so young and had just lost their mother. Luke mostly blames himself in an unreasonable way and thinks he wasn't worth enough for Anakin to stick around. The reason Anakin did leave was so he could try to stop the Kaiju and make the world safe for his kids. However, in the process, he may have lost the time he could have had with them.

#dinluke #star wars #luke skywalker #din djarin #art #fanfic #fanfiction #the mandalorian #dinluke fanart #dinluke au #pacific rim au #leia organa #tru's dinluke pacific rim au

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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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You’re an a amazing writer! Can i get a #7, #9, #38, and #40 with Rindou? If not, that’s okay!

A/N: Y'all got me working over time with these prompts holy shit LMFAO. Thank you for the request! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!! Y'all be keeping me on my toes and I love that mwuah

Dubcon, breeding, double penetration two holes, cockbulge x Haitani Rindou

The lights and lasers were distracting, your eyes unable to focus on just one thing. It was debilitating, paired along with the music blaring in your ears. Everything felt fuzzy to you. The alcohol in your system was already working overtime in your veins--it didn’t help that the drugs coursing through your veins made you feel like you were floating. Who knew, that the small tablet in the shape of Buddha with a bitter aftertaste would keep you light; keep you docile. Almost like a sedative, although you couldn’t but feel like it was magical. You were happy, really, on the inside. Dopey smile on your face, eyes dilated, turning around to the man who had given you this high.

Haitani Rindou.

You’d met him a few months back, relationship stayed light, fucking around a few nights here and there but for the most part keeping it friendly. You’d meet him every so often at the clubs, give you a few drinks and a few tabs, to keep you entertained for the night. You liked the way the music felt in your bones after; liked the way the drugs made you feel. Even if it did take away a lot of your reason. But he was nice, nice enough to share drugs that so far had been clean and not laced with anything else. You didn’t know much about him, outside his name. He wouldn’t give you any specifics, telling you to ‘not worry your pretty little head about that’, and then feeding you another drink. You knew you should probably worry about it, but he was nice.

You should be nice, too, right?

“Hi baby” He whispered, lips pressed up against your ear. You were sure he called a lot of girls ‘baby’, but it didn’t stop the flutter of butterflies in your tummy. He was calling you ‘baby’ now. “Hmm, hi Rindou.” You slurred, your hands dragging themselves up his chest and around his neck, leaning your forehead on his chest. You felt the rumble of a laugh against your head, his hands splayed on your waist keeping you steady. “How are you feeling, pretty girl? Like the drugs tonight?” He already knew the answer, but you nodded anyways, looking up at him with wide eyes and a droopy smile. “Mhm, s’good...thank you Rin.” You thanked him every time, you wanted him to know you were grateful for the drugs. He swayed with you to the beat of the music, hands making their way down to your ass and squeezing, the fabric of your thin dress doing nothing to protect you. He heard you whimper, pressing yourself more into his body, small fingers playing at the ends of his hair. “Want me to take you home tonight?” You nodded against him, eyes closing--you needed to sit down.

The car ride was short, shorter than normal you think. Your eyes had been closed for the most part, alcohol staying in your system longer than normal--you think it was a heavy pour in the cocktails. Heavier than normal. Your vision was blurry, but you looked up and saw that it wasn’t your apartment complex that he took you to, like he has in the past. It was his condo, you think, the one he’d never let you go to. But tonight he trusted you enough to go there, right? That’s what it was, trust. You smiled and turned your head to him, even if your eyes did close again. “Am I at your place?” You whispered, and he chuckled, unbuckling your seatbelt with a kiss to your forehead. “Yes baby, you’ll stay here with me. That okay?”

Of course it was okay. He was so nice.

Rindou didn’t let you get out the car by yourself, picking you up and letting you wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you the rest of the way into the condo and onto his large bed. He laid you down, kissing at your neck, your throat, your shoulders--anything he could get his mouth on. “Hmm...Rindou, feels nice..” you mumbled, weak fingers pressing into his scalp, scratching. “Yeah, baby? You’ll let me take care of you, right?” You couldn’t concentrate, feeling slightly overwhelmed with his cologne, his kisses, his sheer size over you. You think he could tell. “Oh, baby, it’s okay.” He cooed, pulling off you to break off a half of another Buddha tab, tapping your cheek to get your attention. “Here, this will help you, I promise.” You whined, not feeling up to another but when he talked to you so nice it was so hard to say no to him. So you complied, sticking your tongue out and scrunching your nose when the bitterness hit your tongue, swallowing as quickly as you could. “That’s my good girl.”

Your skin felt on fire when he said such nice things to you. It didn’t happen often, but he was never mean. And when he did whisper sweet nothings to you, it felt better than the drugs themselves. You reached for him again, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss-it was all you could do, was slurred speech and sloppy open mouth kisses. Rindou kissed you happily, quickly overwhelming you with the kiss and taking over, licking into your mouth. “Y’make me so happy, Rin..” You mumbled against him, gasping for air any time he’d give you, which wasn’t much. “Yeah? I make you happy?” If you were in your right mind, you’d hear the taunt in his voice, smirk plastered on his lips. You nodded, playing with his hair again. “Can you make me happy, pretty girl?” You nodded, wanting more than anything to make him feel the way he makes you feel. Even if it was the drugs and alcohol talking. “Wanna be my baby, hm? Wanna be my girl?”

It felt like a dream, floating along with the ecstasy running its course. “Mhm, mhm Rin, wanna be your baby.” You whined, feeling his hands hiking your dress higher and higher, until he pulled away enough to remove it the rest of the way--you decided against underwear tonight. You knew he liked when you didn’t have it on, giving him easier access to your body. “Fuck, look so sexy like this...can keep you here forever.” He chuckled, and if you were cognisant you swear you’d see horns growing on his head. “You want that, baby? Wanna be here with me forever?” Again, you nodded, arching yourself into his touch as he pinched and squeezed at your tits. His calloused hands trailed down, lower until you felt thick fingers prod at your pussy lips. You gasped, spreading your legs further for him. You wanted to feel him. In whatever way he’d give it to you.

“I’ll get there baby, hold on.” A finger slipped in, enough to coat the digit with your slick. You whined, trying to fuck yourself down, he wouldn’t let you. Instead he slipped his finger out and prodded lower, tight rim of your ass being pushed open. “Rindou, mm-mm, not there” Your voice was broken, head shaking side to side. “Aw, no baby? Don’t you wanna make me happy?”

You didn’t object after that.

“Be--go--slow, Rin.” You tried to focus on the drugs that were taking hold of you instead of the discomfort of Rindou’s finger pushing further into your ass. “I promise baby, I’ll be gentle.” You believed him, of course you did, he’s so nice to you. “Besides, my dick is going in your cute little pussy, don’t worry.” Your cunt clenched around air, forcing your ass to contract around his finger too. He laughed, taking his finger out and fumbling around in his night stand for something--you weren’t sure what. You couldn’t see. Cold liquid hit your hole, and your breath hitched, your eyes tried to focus on him, and from your blurred vision you could see a bottle of what you think was lube, before feeling two fingers fill your ass up again. It was tighter than before, it started to hurt, and your breathing was heavy. “Just a little more baby, promise. Then I’ll make you feel good, okay?” You nodded, brows furrowed and nose scrunched, trying to breathe through it.

You didn’t want him to think you were ungrateful.

Slowly you lifted your legs, hands grasping at the back of your thighs, in hopes that spreading yourself out more would help, even if just a little bit. You heard him groan, saw him bite at his lip, felt his fingers pumping into you more. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, you think you could let him do this more. Rindou finger fucked your ass for only a short time, spreading and scissoring his fingers inside you, leaning down to kiss at your chest whenever he heard you whine--couldn’t have his baby feeling uncomfortable, could he? Before long, his fingers were removed, and more lube hit your ass--along with something cold and metal.

You looked down in your haze, seeing the tip of a butt plug prodding you. “R-Rin, wait, it hurts--a-ah, it hurts.” You slurred, starting to put your legs down to have your hands free, to push at him. Instead he stopped you, grabbing both wrists with one large hand and leaned over you again to kiss your face. “Trust me, baby, I won’t move it , okay? I just need it in.” He kissed your jaw and neck, feeling you let out shaky breaths, but lifting your legs again for him. He smiled against your skin. “Thank you, baby.”

God, he was so nice.

And he didn’t lie to you, he kept the butt plug nuzzled deep into your ass and left it alone, letting you get used to the feeling of something so invasive in a hole that never gets touched like this. “You’re doing so good baby, all drugged up, still so good..” He mumbled against your skin, and you heard the distinct clank of his belt being undone, followed by the zipper and pants rustling down enough to spring his cock free. Your eyes trailed down to his dick, feeling your pussy drip and your mouth water. He looked good, he always did. “Gonna let me fuck you?” He knew the answer.

You nodded.

Rindou pressed the back of your thighs higher up, cock landing right on your folds the closer he got. He gave a few shallow thrusts between your lips, feeling your juices coat him, before dipping the tip into your tight cunt. He moaned with you, maybe even louder, before thrusting fully into you. “Fuck, always feel better with something in your ass, baby.” He mumbled to himself, pulling out to the tip and fucking up into you again.

You felt so full. Really, like he was in your throat. Like he was taking over your body. You didn’t know if it was the plug, or maybe his cock was just so big, or if it was the drugs, maybe a combination. All you could feel was Rindou, all you ever wanted to feel again was Rindou. It was nice when you didn’t have to think about the real world. “Rin, Rindou, feel so full Rindou, feel so full.” You couldn’t help but repeat yourself, spit pooling at the sides of your mouth and dripping down the side of your jaw. “You look so good baby, fuck..” His eyes honed in on your belly, seeing his thick cock pummeling into you. The outline was so pronounced, stuffing you from behind really did wonders. He could look at your adorable stomach bulge out with each fuck. He pushed down, just to see what would happen, and you nearly screamed around him, pussy tightening so much he thought he’d get stuck. He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Fuck, gonna lose your mind huh baby?” You couldn’t speak, glossed over eyes still dilated, nodding at him.

Rindou angled you, seeing the head of his cock push your tummy out, fucking into you harder and harder. He couldn’t stop thinking about how cute your belly is so full of him, couldn’t help but want to keep you stuffed, keep you full--

And then his mind short circuited.

And all he could think of was you full to the brim of his cum. He’d never cum inside of you before--never really wanted to. Most of the time he wore a condom, and when he didn’t he’d always pull out. But, fuck, seeing you so cute underneath him, so pliable, always agreeing with him, letting him do whatever he wanted? It was making Rindou lose his mind. He wondered if you’d let him cum inside you, if you’d let him get you pregnant.

Rindou would sure as hell try.

“Baby, you know what --fuck,-- would make me really happy?” He grunted, humping into you like a dog. You simply looked at him, trying to make a sound that would resemble ‘hm?’ He grinned, wickedly, and ground his hips into you as he spoke. “Lemme get you pregnant, pretty.” Your world was spinning on its axis. You don’t think you wanted kids, but when he asked, smile on his lips making you feel so good, how can you say no to him? He called you pretty, too.

He was so nice.

“Lemme--fuck!--fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full, yeah? Shit, feels so good, wanna get you pregnant.” You clenched around him, tears streaming down your face as you nodded. You’d let him do anything, if he kept feeding you drugs and talking so sweet. “Mhm! Please Rin, wanna be pregnant, wanna--ah, ah, ah--wanna be full.” You’d say whatever to him, if it meant he’d keep being so nice. Rindou leaned over you again, pressing his body against you, really folding you in half. You cried and babbled again, trying to keep up with his kisses, instead just licking around his mouth and sucking on his tongue. “Gonna make you a mama, pretty girl. Then you have to be here forever, right? You want that still, right?” Each question was followed by a harsh thrust, one that had you dizzy and crying. You nodded, not able to speak anymore. “Fuck, can’t hold back baby--fuck!” Rindou pressed as deep as he could into you, spilling his cum into you, wanting to keep you plugged up. He’d do anything he needed to make sure you stayed filled to the brim with his cum. And as he caught his breath, he simply kissed at your face, reaching over to the table for the other half of the tab that you took with a smile.

Rindou was so nice.

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wildrangers · 9 months

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Oh Captain, My Captain // Quinn Hughes

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: Quinn's captaincy finally pushed me to write this story, which I've been thinking about forever but never actually nailed down. I just love neighbor stories. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: resolved angst (shocking, I know), mention of cheating (not Quinn), cursing

You knew that trying to get everything into your apartment in one-go was a bad idea. Now, you were struggling with your suitcases, backpack, and couple of boxes while fighting with your front door key. You blew out a breath, grateful for the coolness of the Vancouver air coming through the hallway windows.

“Can I give you a hand?” you heard a tentative voice ask from down the hall. You glanced over to see a dark-haired boy watching with a worried face.

“I don’t want to trouble you, I’ll figure it out” you responded, embarrassment flooding your system at how ridiculous you must look.

“You’re not bothering me, I offered” he replied making his way to your side. “Now, can I please take this box before you drop it?”

You chuckled at his comment, nodding your assent, “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m Y/N, by the way” you said, finally unlocking your front door.

“Quinn. Where do you want me to put this?”

You quickly led him inside, pointing down the hall to your bedroom. He set it down and returned to grab another box. “It’s really okay, I’ve got it from here.”

He paused in the doorway and scanned your frame, taking in what you assumed to be your now tangled hair, smeared makeup, and exhaustion, before shaking his head and grabbing a box. “I would worry about this all night, where does this one go?”

You sighed, finally accepting he wouldn’t be leaving until everything was in your new apartment, “Ummm that one’s the kitchen, I think.”

He nodded and you two fell into easy silence as the rest of your belongings made their way to their assigned rooms. By the end of it, you were annoyed to see that Quinn hadn’t broken a sweat while you felt like a drowned rat.

“How did you even manage to get all this into the elevator?” he asked, gratefully accepting the glass of water you offered him.

“I may have tipped the Uber driver 20 bucks to help me load it up” you admitted and he shook his head laughing quietly. “What?! I made the move alone and didn’t want to leave anything outside.”

“Fair enough. Where are you from?”

“Most recently LA but I figured if I’m up here half the time anyway, may as well try it out fulltime” you shrugged.

“You work in TV?” he questioned. Vancouver was known for having countless shows filming throughout the area at any given time, so it wasn’t a stretch he’d guessed your occupation correctly.

“Yup, I work as a script supervisor. I’m assuming you work in entertainment too?”

He nodded, gulping down the rest of his water before setting the glass back on your counter. “I’ll leave you to it, I’m two doors down on the left if you need anything.”

“Would you want to come over for dinner sometime soon? I want to thank you for helping me.”

“No thanks necessary, seriously.”

You shot him a look like the one he’d given you earlier which made him laugh and raise his hands in surrender, “Dinner sounds great.”

***

“Entertainment my ass” you mumbled to yourself angrily staring at your television screen. You were in-between shoots and were home more often than usual, leading you to mindlessly flip through channels for background noise before tidying up your place.

Lo and behold, there was Quinn, giving a press conference about how overjoyed he was about becoming the new captain of the Vancouver Canucks. Quinn, who you’d been led to believe worked in the entertainment industry like you did. And while sports were technically part of the entertainment industry, he’d gone out of his way over the last year to ensure you didn’t realize the truth for some reason. Because, once the shock had processed, a quick Google search had provided more information than your friend ever had about his occupation.

You paused trying to process what you were feeling. On one hand, the joy and pride on his face was undeniable and you were happy for him. However, him seemingly misleading you for this long hurt. You sighed in frustration, glancing down at your phone to check the time, as you were expecting Quinn to come over later. As you contemplated what you’d say to him, your mind drifted to different moments you’d shared over the last year.

***

“I can’t believe you unpacked this quickly” Quinn commented, looking around your living room as you finished up in the kitchen.

“I sent my furniture ahead of me and packed minimally” you shrugged. “Most of my stuff is in storage in LA—once I’ve been here awhile, I’ll decide if I want to move everything here or head back.”

“What would make you go back?” he questioned, settling into a seat at the island.

“Mainly my boyfriend, Aaron” you sighed, thinking of your last conversation before your flight.

“He didn’t want to move with you?”

You shrugged, debating how much to share with someone who was basically a stranger. “We weren’t living together in LA so I thought it’d be a bad idea to move in together in an entirely new country where I wasn’t sure I wanted to be long-term anyway.”

He nodded thoughtfully as you set down the food, “This looks amazing, it’s been a while since I’ve had a home-cooked meal.”

“Not much of a cook or just the long hours?”

“Bit of both” he admitted before you both dug into the meal. Conversation flowed easily between you but, more importantly, the silences in-between felt comfortable. You’d always hated when people filled silences with meaningless fluff so you appreciated that he didn’t try to force conversation where it had naturally lulled.

“Can I be honest with you?” you asked, drying the dishes Quinn had insisted on washing.

“I’d prefer it” he replied, turning to face you, noting the change in your tone.

“I’m worried Aaron and I aren’t going to last” you sighed thoughtfully. “He’d wanted to come with me and everything in me just screamed no at the suggestion. He said he understood but I don’t know how truthful he was.”

“Have you thought about why your gut said no?”

You reflected on his question as you put away the last of the silverware. “I don’t think he’s an overly forthright person. I don’t think he’s a compulsive liar or anything and I haven’t caught him doing anything, but you know when you just have that feeling someone’s hiding something? I have that all the time with him.”

“I’m sorry, that’s a shit way to feel in a relationship” he frowned slightly and you nodded your agreement. “Want to get some ice cream? That usually helps me when I’m trying to ignore my problems.”

***

Since then, dinner and ice cream had become your tradition. Because of your schedules, dinner may be at 11PM but it was refreshing to have a friend where that wasn’t an issue—hell, it was preferred by him sometimes. During that time, you’d fostered what you thought was a close friendship. But now, as you nervously waited for your doorbell to ring, you were desperately trying to figure out how you’d missed this piece of knowledge about him.

You hadn’t cared how he consistently changed the topic whenever you asked about his work. You’d just assumed he didn’t want to think about it off the clock and stopped inquiring. You had never paused to think he was hiding something. You were pulled from your thoughts by Quinn’s knock at the door. You took a deep breath before getting up to answer it.

“Y/N, hey! How was your day?”

“Uneventful, how about yours?” you asked, willing him to tell you the truth.

“Good, good” he replied, fidgeting with his hands. “Did you still want to hang tonight?”

You realized you hadn’t let him in the door, instead blocking his way with your frame when you normally dragged him in with a hug.

“I guess that’s up to you, captain” you replied, holding his gaze. The color left his face as he processed your words and took in your stony expression.

“Y/N, I…” he began but couldn’t finish. You nodded to yourself.

“I can assume today is a big day for you so I’m not going to get into just how upset I am. But really, Q? Misleading me? After seeing how much it hurt when Aaron did that to me?”

Guilt crossed his face, “I’m sorry, I just…”

You paused waiting for him to finish a thought but only silence met you. “Good night, Quinn.”

***

Quinn was still in shock moments after you’d gently closed the door in his face. If he was being honest, he deserved much worse. He ran his hands through his hair as he shuffled back to his place. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about how your split from Aaron would make his omissions even worse.

It had happened a couple months after you’d moved in. He’d been waiting for you to grab him on your way out the door for ice cream but your agreed upon time came and went. He’d worriedly made his way to your door after you failed to answer multiple texts and calls.

His stomach dropped when your puffy eyes greeted him. “Oh shit, Quinny, I’m sorry.”

Before he could tell you not to worry about it, more tears fell from your eyes. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently guiding you backwards into your apartment so he could close the door for privacy.

“Aaron and I broke up” you mumbled through your tears and he pulled you into a hug. He rubbed what he hoped were soothing circles on your back as your sniffles filled the room. It killed him to feel your shoulders shaking against his chest.

“Shhh, I’ve got you” he murmured a few times before you quieted against him. He moved a strand of hair out of your eyes when you pulled away from him. “What happened?”

“Well, I guess he resented that I didn’t want him to move here with me. And instead of just telling me that, he decided to start sleeping with someone else. The someone else he’d apparently already slept with fairly early on in our relationship before calling it off with her.”

“Holy shit, Y/N” he sighed, pulling you to him again. “I’m so sorry, what an asshole.”

“No, I should have noticed how much the move upset him or just let him come with me, I mean—”

“Don’t you dare” he said sternly. “You are not responsible for him being dishonest with you. And you were right to follow your gut and do this on your own—imagine learning he’d cheated on you while living together here? Or never finding out? Jesus Christ.”

A long silence filled the space as you processed what he said. “You’re right, this just sucks.”

“Would your favorite ice cream help?”

“I don’t feel up to going out right now, Q.”

“Let me get it for you. It’s nearly December in Vancouver, I think the cone will be okay for a few blocks” he pointed out and was relieved when it earned him a laugh and a nod. “You hang tight and I’ll be back soon.”

***

While you knew Quinn’s lies weren’t close to Aaron’s, it was pouring salt on the wound in a way that made you wildly upset. When Aaron had betrayed you, Quinn had been there to remind you with his presence and support that not all guys were like Aaron. That there were good men left and you shouldn’t settle for some asshole.

But for Quinn to have been hiding something this whole time? It hurt double—once for his deceit and twice for ripping open the Aaron scar. You’d spent most of last night moping but this morning when you awoke, that sadness had blessedly shifted into anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Had he seriously introduced you to his friends while they all knew you were being lied to? They must have known or else someone would have slipped up. And also, what the fuck? What a stupid thing to be lie about.

You were deep in one of these rage spirals when a knock rang out through your apartment. You threw the door open to see a nervous Quinn.

“Can I come in?”

Your only response was to open the door and make your way to the couch. A few seconds later, Quinn was seated across from you, seemingly willing you speak first with his eyes. But you’d be damned if you filled this silence, even if the discomfort between you stung.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” You met his eyes and could see his sincerity but it wasn’t enough.

“Why would you purposefully mislead me about something so inconsequential?”

“Inconsequential? This is not unimportant.”

“Why would I give a fuck about you playing hockey? I literally work with famous people all the time and couldn’t give a shit!”

“It wasn’t that I thought you’d care, it was that I’d finally met someone in this city who didn’t know who I was before even meeting me.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked at you incredulously. “I know you’re not Canadian but you seriously never noticed how hockey obsessed this city is? How there’s Canucks shit everywhere?”

“I mean, I guess I never really thought about it and I still don’t understand why that’s a good reason to lie to me for the last year.”

“I’m not saying it was a good reason, I know I fucked up, okay?” his voice grew louder which made you raise an eyebrow at him. “Look, if you never want to talk to me again, I get it, okay? But please, just ask Petey or Brock what it’s like meeting people in this city so you can understand where I’m coming from.”

You scoffed, “You really think a good way to apologize and ‘make me understand’ is to remind me how all the mutual friends I met through you knew the entire time and just went along with it? That’s so fucking embarrassing! Everyone in on the joke but me.”

“This is not a joke, Y/N! God, all I wanted to do yesterday was share that moment with you. To have you in the crowd or at least be able to celebrate with you when I got home. And I know it’s my fault I couldn’t do that but fuck, it still sucked. And I didn’t know how to fix it. How do you say to someone ‘Hey I told what I thought was a white lie a year ago but I ended up falling in love with you along the way and now I don’t know how to own up to it?’”

His words hung heavy in the air but you had no idea how to respond. You had never allowed yourself to fully acknowledge that ever since New Year’s, your relationship had slowly been shifting from platonic to something more—because you hadn’t wanted to lose him. Now, you were losing him just as you were realizing he felt the same way. You shook your head before resting your face in your hands.

“Please say something” he begged softly.

“Q, I don’t know what to say. I can acknowledge in the grand scheme of life not being honest about what you do for a living isn’t earth shattering. But developing a relationship with someone over the course of a year, thinking you can trust that person because you know them inside and out, only to learn they were purposefully hiding something from you? Something that would have made absolutely no difference to you anyway? I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Then tell me how to fix it.”

“Yesterday morning, I would have trusted you with my life. Now, I can’t listen to a word you say without thinking you’re lying. How do I know you’re being sincere about wishing you’d shared yesterday with me? About your feelings for me? You’re making me second guess everything when you were the one who helped me keep going after Aaron’s dishonesty.”

“I am not like Aaron.”

“No, Quinn, you’re not. Which is why this feels worse. Can you please just leave? I need time to process everything.”

You were grateful when he obliged and shut the door quietly behind him but it also broke your heart a little to watch him leave so easily.

***

Your mind kept returning to Quinn’s New Year’s Eve party. You’d been single for a little over a month by then and were slowly starting to feel back to normal. While you enjoyed your time alone together, you were eager to meet Quinn’s friends and know more people in your new city. Petey loved movies so you two had been deep in conversation, really debate, about various films throughout the night. Brock had brought his dogs and you eagerly shared photos and stories of your family dogs back home with him. You hadn’t noticed that every time you asked someone how they knew Quinn, they replied with ‘work’ before quickly moving the conversation along.

What you had noticed was Quinn’s eyes on you all night. His hand on your lower back when he checked in on you throughout the party. How he had stocked up on your favorite snacks and drinks for the occasion. How as midnight approached, he moved closer and closer to you.

Until, as you all screamed the countdown from 10 to the New Year, he’d slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. How his dark blue eyes shone in the TV screen light when he turned to face you as the ball dropped. How he had grinned at you with such joy as he leaned down and placed the most delicate kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Happy New Year, Y/N, thanks for ringing it in with me.”

And you certainly had noticed the butterflies in your stomach at the thoughtful gesture, the sincerity of his words, and the intensity of his gaze as hope bloomed in your chest.

***

Could you stop by?

Quinn’s heart stopped when your message lit up his screen nearly a week after his captaincy announcement.

He’d quickly made his way to your door, following your voice that called him inside when he knocked. He found you in the kitchen, the early morning light hitting your face in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Hey” he breathed out, unsure where to stand.

“Hi” you replied, smiling shyly. “I’m glad you could come over.”

“You are?”

“I am” you confirmed chuckling quietly. “I guess I’ll start…I want you to know that it still really hurts that you misled me. I understand that you didn’t do it maliciously but it still felt really shitty to find out about.”

“I know and I’m sorry, if I could do it differently, I would. How can I prove that to you?”

“Well, you can be grateful your friends care so much about you.”

“Wait, what?” he replied, confused.

“Brock texted me the other day. He ended up sending me a screenshot of the messages you’d sent him that morning. It was really sweet” you smiled to yourself, pulling out your phone. You showed him the text thread but he already knew what you were referring to:

Congrats, brother!!!

Thanks, man. Wish you were here to celebrate

Celebrate with Y/N….oh wait, you’re an idiot and can’t, never mind

I know. I really fucked up and don’t know what to do. How do you fix something you built on dishonesty?

You apologize and tell her before she finds out some other way. Did you lie to her about anything else?

Of course not

Then it wasn’t built on lies. Just own up to the small piece that was

“At least one of us has a brain, right?” he joked and smiled when you rolled your eyes at him.

“You have a brain, doofus, you just overthink things until you may as well not have one.”

He felt himself blush at your statement, taken aback by how well you know him.

“So, I knew at least one thing you said was true—you knew you’d fucked up and didn’t know what to do about it. And your final response proves that everything else was as real as it felt at the time. As real as it feels now.”

His eyes rose hopefully at your words. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying if you lie to me again, even about what color your underwear is, I will fucking destroy you, got it?”

“Yes, got it, I swear” he replied, tentatively moving towards you. You opened your arms and he gratefully pulled you to his chest, smoothing your hair down and gripping your waist.

He was debating if he had the balls to try and kiss you when you mumbled, “Will you close your eyes?”

“Ummm sure?” he responded, lips quirking into a smile as he did as requested. He heard you retreat to the refrigerator followed by a plate settling on your kitchen island.

“Okay one more second…now open!”

On the table was a white cake with dark blue, Canucks colored lettering that read ‘Congrats, Captain Quinn! Love, Me’

“I know we couldn’t celebrate when it happened but I figured better late than never?” His eyes shot up at the worried tilt to your voice. He noticed you were fidgeting with your fingers, a dead giveaway you were as nervous as he felt. He walked closer, taking your anxious hands in his own.

“Thank you, this is amazing. I don’t deserve it, or you” he said sincerely.

“Well, that’s not for you to decide, is it?” you smiled and he couldn’t have stopped himself from leaning towards you if he tried.

He cupped your face as his lips tentatively met your own. He was surprised you were as timid as he was, so used to you taking charge. He gripped your hip with his other hand, pulling you flush against him, which drew a breathy sigh from your mouth that opened gloriously for him. Your tongues gently twined together as he felt your hands tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow and sweet but filled with so much promise it made his chest hurt.

He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he admitted.

“Me too” you agreed, pulling his mouth back down to yours. His hands were surer this time as they slipped beneath your shirt to rub your lower back. You matched his confidence with your own, gently biting his lower lip before pulling away. “But I also really want to eat that cake.”

Well, there it is my first Quinn story! I hope y'all enjoyed and I welcome feedback 💕 We are so close to hockey season y'all!!

P.S. Yes, I wrote this as Aaron Rodgers busted his ankle last night, oops, thanks for the name inspo, I guess lol

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maybank-archives · 8 months

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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. ´phone sex. mutual masturbation. language. dirty talking.

word count: 0.8k

author’s notes: first week of kinktober!!! hope y'all liked. not really proofread

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JJ’s phone buzzed in his pocket again. It was the fourth one. He and the gang were on the beach chilling, except for his girlfriend who was traveling with his family for a couple of days. Because both of you were inseparable, JJ was trying to be sociable without you, he was getting pretty tired actually, but he just couldn’t bring himself home.

Not until now.

JJ took a sip of his beer before picking up his phone. His breath betrayed him as he read the messages.

You up? I miss you so badly (1) Attachment Hello???? I need you J

JJ chokes on his drink as he sees your body in bed with the tiniest lingerie.

“Hey, are you ok man?” John B asks as he sees JJ’s expression.

JJ coughs and nods in response. “I-I’m good, I'm calling out the night k?.” JJ says rushing to his bike.

You, on the other hand, were ok staying home and not socializing with your parents' friends. Right after they left the hotel, you locked yourself into your bedroom and tried to entertain yourself by watching a movie, but being all alone was a bit depressing especially when you aren’t used to staying away from your boyfriend and friends for more than two hours.

The feeling of boredom hits you anyway, your eyes are on the TV but your mind is in another place. You’d already been comfortable on your bed in nothing but your underwear. You tried, but it was hard to resist the temptation. You snapped the picture without thinking and sent it to your boyfriend.

It didn't take long before he sent you a reply. He was leaning in his bed, with no shirt and sitting only in his boxers, the caption was “all yours”. Gosh, I would kill to have him with me right now.

Your fingers caress your body as you squeeze your legs together. The phone starts vibrating distracting you from your imagination.

“Hey” JJ's husky voice greets you

“Hi baby,” you responded in a clingy way “I’m missing you so badly.”

“Oh I see, my girl is feeling extra needy tonight aren't ya?” You could hear the smirk on his face as he talked. “You can’t do this to me, princess, not when I don't have your mouth around.”

“What would you do if I was there?.” You asked

In a quiet deep voice, JJ replied “I take every piece of your clothes off, give ya neck some sick hickeys as squeeze your ass and make my way in between your legs.”

A hot feeling flooded your body with his words. You felt drunk off the neediness of him. The memory of his deep voice vibrating against your inner thighs, made your skin shiver.

“And?” You said in between your teeth

“You tell me…What would you want me to do?” He teases, you smile to yourself, as you bite your lip.

“I don’t know, but I can’t tell you what I’m doing right now.” You teased back hearing JJ hiss.

“Then tell me, cupcake.”

“I’m rubbing my pussy, thinking about your hard hot cock, you’re the one only who can do this to me, baby.” Your voice sounded more like a moan. “I can only think about your dick inside me.”

“Fuck Y/N, I’m already so hard…you’re going to be a good girl and listen to what I say?”

“Yes.”

“Then suck this finger with this pretty little mouth of yours and slide them to your clit, rub them faster for me, m’kay sweetheart?”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah baby, think of my tongue playing with ya, how I would suck you so hard.” JJ groans “Let me hear your moans.”

You do as he says, shut your eyes closed, and keep thinking about how good JJ makes you feel, you bite your lip again, harder and let a moan escape as you massage your sensitive clit faster.

“Now fingers baby, make it feel good like my cock does.” JJ's husky voice demands.

By this point, JJ was jerking himself just thinking about you, with your legs spread fingering yourself.

“Talk to me Y/N.”

“Yes JJ, I want to ride you so hard, make you cum inside my mouth and choke me.” You cry

“Fuck, are you close baby?”

“Almost…”

“Then keep doing that, cause when we meet, I’ll show you and, fuck, make it up to you, and make you scream my name, I’ll have you on top of me, riding my dick as you like, make you squirt as I suck you, my dirty girl…” JJ says out of breath, his pumps were neat, your breaths weren’t different, it was edging JJ closer.

“Oh my…” You let a desperate moan

“You can come, baby, I want to hear you…”

“Fuck JJ!” you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“Shit,” JJ moans loudly as that rush of pleasure and euphoria took over his body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you went incoherent after that, but it didn’t matter. Your moans intermingled as both of you came down from your highs.

There was relative silence for a few moments as their breathing settled.

“That was fun J.” you finally spoke

“And fucking hot,” JJ added making you chuckle.

“don't be shy,send me more pictures and call me up whenever,i'll make time for you always babe,”

“your wish is my demand j."

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abbysbunny · 7 months

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NEW STUDENT PT.2

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part one

plot: the big school field trip is finally here and you hazel share a room

warnings: none, not proofread but I don't think I made any errors:)

word count: 0.9k

notes:thank you fruity ppl for the attention on pt.1🌚this is again boring so:3 anyways this if the last chapter y'all but I'm write smth else soon!! anyways I hope you enjoy this lame follow up🔥🙏🏼

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for every senior class there was a special school trip, this year your school saved up money for it instead of taking you guys to a cheap motel an hour away like they've done the other years.

this year you guys are going to Venice. I mean sure you're staying at a hotel with no heater or locking doors but it's better than what they did last year. the flight was an excruciating 12 hours of students screaming, singing and trying to keep each other entertained, but when you got there it was sorta worth it...

when you got to your hotel everyone rushed out of the bus making your bag fall into a puddle of water, already off to a great start. inside it was very fancy looking...but also old looking, the walls were cracking and it smelled like a creepy old neighbor. the guides explained how the rooms would work, they were dividing it in boys and girls with each room having a king sized bed.

"okay so everyone is going in twos so partner up!" the teacher explained, everyone quickly chose their partner, you looked around and saw hazel alone, the only time you guys talked was her first day of school, sure you guys did exchange numbers but no one actually texted first. walking up to hazel you were building up the confidence to ask her to partner up, you tapped her shoulder and she turned around looking you in the eyes before dropping her gaze down to the ground.

"hey do you wanna stay in a room with me?" she looked up at you and nodded with a smile, you both went to your room and settled down, there was a knock at the door before the teacher peeked in telling you guys everyone was going out to dinner in an hour, after accepting the invite the door closed leaving you guys alone once again, "so are you going hazel?" you questioned hoping you had an excuse to sit by her and talk more.

"i don't know, I mean are you going?" she asked her voice cracking mid sentence, "yeah I am, if you don't wanna go that's fine I'll just tell the teacher tha-" you were quickly cut off by hazel, "if you're going I'm going so uhm..." you swear you could see her blush just a bit. after a good twenty minutes of getting ready, it was time to go, you and hazel walked out and met everyone else down stairs.

the restaurant was again fancy but old, is everything here fancy and old? you all sat down at your assigned seats, you obviously next to hazel, the waiter came by and you ordered something simple nothing too expensive. as people started talking and things got a little louder you thought it would be a great time to actually have a full conversation with hazel.

you turned to hazel and spoke,"how are you hazel? you know you never texted me" she turned to face you and got eyes slightly widened at what she would call your boldness, "oh sorry I forgot I guess...but uhm I'm good, how are you" hazel let out a breath she didn't even know she held in, you were shoked at her full not very awkward phrase.

"well I'm pretty good, life is pretty boring but I think this trip is gonna be fun" you smiled at an attempt to add some positivity to the conversation, so it's not just awkward lesbians trying to talk. "oh yeah they have some cool art museums here you know? I think we're going to some while we're here" you were not surprised by hazel's interest in art, you chuckled at hazel's enthusiasm about museums.

"well maybe you could tell me more about your interest mh? you thought letting her rant about things she likes would keep the conversation going and well it did! for the rest of the dinner she talked about her skills and other cool things about herself, you learned she can build a very "small" bomb and knew taekwondo, who knew she was so interesting?. when you got back to the hotel somehow it was already 10pm, you both got ready for bed and got into your guys shared bed.

you kept thinking about wanting to do something, like maybe kiss her? or maybe just share your feelings with her? you didn't know what exactly but you just had to do something, "hey haze?" you thought maybe using a silly nickname would maybe show her you've loosened up, she looked away from her phone and looked straight into your eyes, suddenly you wanted to back out but you couldn't, I mean what were you gonna tell her If not that you like her.

you put your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, "I think I like you" you quietly blurred out, her eyes widened before relaxing them, "oh well...I think I like you too" she couldn't contain the smile on her face and she felt her face get hot, you smiled back at her and moved closer to her, "can I kiss you" you said so quietly it was almost not even a whisper.

she moved closer to you and gently put her hands on the sides of your face, "yes, please" she whispered back, you leaned in and finally connected her lips to yours, her lips were soft and warm against yours, after a few more seconds of a sweet kiss she pulled away, you couldn't help but giggle a bit and smile, "does this mean we're like girlfriends now?" she asked you, you thought about it for a moment before responding, "yeah it does".

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straykuds · 1 year

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SKZ love confessions (hyung version) pt. 1

Genre : fluff, friends to lovers.

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Chan

Falling for your best friend was one thing you'd never expected. You've known Chan since you were both ten but during those times, you've only seen him as your silly best friend. There was no denying that he was indeed attractive and you felt so damn lucky to have him in your life.

It was late at night when you decided to pay Chan a visit to his studio with some snacks, knowing fully well he'll be there since he was such a workaholic. Opening the doors to his studio, you found him working on another masterpiece on his laptop, headphones over his ears, completely oblivious to your presence.

You decided to sneak up from behind him by tickling his sides which was such a silly idea but you did it anyway but your plan failed when he didn't react. You'd forgotten how he felt nothing when someone tickled him. Instead, he turned to look at you and a huge smile plastered on his face. He gently removed the headphones and placed it on his neck.

"y/n, what a pleasant surprise" he beamed.

" man, I was really hoping to get some reaction from you" you pouted. He laughed then opened his arms for you. You rolled your eyes then allowed yourself to be engulfed in his arms but then, he used that opportunity to let you sit on his lap which you didn't complain about, knowing it wasn't the first time you've been in this kind of position with him but the butterflies in your stomach swarmed around and you had to stop yourself from blushing.

" so, what are you working on?" You asked, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing at how close the both of you were.

" wanna listen to it?" He proposed to which you agreed instantly. Chuckling, he put the headphones over your ears, letting you listen to the piece he was working on and as always, you loved it but then you noticed that it was a love song, sang by him alone.

" woah, that's incredible. You're so talented" you complimented him and poor guy let out the cutest giggle ever. You found yourself being absolutely whipped for him.

" Wanna know a secret?" He said, while staring into your eyes. You nodded, although a bit anxious because of how serious he'd become all of a sudden. He leaned in and whispered to your ear " I wrote the song about you" you felt the tingles in your skin and your cheeks heated up instantly.

He smiled, seeing your reaction.

"me?" You asked, pointing to yourself to which he nodded.

" Everything you listened to in the song is how I feel about you" he confessed.

" Chan-"

" I love you, Y/n. For a long time, I've always had my eyes for you and you alone"

" Chan-"

" I'm sorry if it's so sudden but I just had to tell you how much I felt about y-"

You cut him off by placing your lips on his. His eyes widened in shock at your sudden action but within a second, he closed his eyes and kissed you back, his hands resting around your waist. Pulling away, you stared into his eyes.

" can I talk now?" You asked him, quietly. He gave you a 'go ahead" nod. " I feel the same way about you too. I love you too, Chan"

He smiled widely then gave you another passionate kiss. Safe to say, the butterflies did not stop flying around your stomach.

Lee know

Cooking with Lee Know was either fun or a mess, sometimes both depending on how you guys decide to treat each other for the day. Today was a lazy day for you, so here you were sitting on the counter, while watching him cook. You entertained him with silly stories, gossips and whatnots and you appreciated how much he listened to you.

You'd known each other for three years ever since y'all became roommates, sharing the same apartment. At the beginning, you two were not so fond of each other but as time went by, you found out he wasn't as bad as you thought. But lately, you've been feeling a little conflicted by your feelings. You kept reminding yourself not to fall in love with your roommate but as the saying go 'the heart wants it wants'.

You reminded yourself that he had no feelings for you so you decided to keep your feelings to yourself, not ready to be rejected if you ever told him how you felt.

But then as you were talking to him, you remembered how people used to complain about how much you talked and that instantly made you insecure, so you kept quiet.

Lee know noticing this, stopped what he was doing and looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows. " Why'd you stop?" He pointed out.

" I don't want to bore you with all my mindless talk" you noted, chuckling nervously.

" who said you were boring me?" He asked. You stared at him, confusion evident on your face. "Keep talking. I love listening to you" he said, softly.

This was the first time someone had ever said this to you and the fact that it was coming from him made you feel some type of way.

" I don't know if you know this..." He said, coming closer to you in between your legs while his hands rested on the table on your both sides. He stared into your eyes, as if he was fascinated by them. "but I love the sound of your voice. I want to hear you talk to me everytime and everyday."

You found yourself tearing up to his words. This was all so new to you.

" Can I kiss you?" He asked and you were absolutely shocked by his request. Nothing could have prepared you for the question but not wanting to ruin this moment, you nodded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist. The gap between you two closed as your lips met. At that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. Sparks flew and your heart raced.

After you pulled away, he smiled. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that" he mentioned.

Before you could reply to him, you smelt something funny. " you might wanna check on the food"

His eyes widened and immediately rushed to turn the stove off. You bursted into laughter at the now burnt food.

"Pizza?" He suggested.

"Pizza." You laughed.

Changbin

Movie nights with Changbin was the most anticipated moment you've always looked forward to because you get to use him as a cuddle bunny. Tonight, you guys had decided to watch The Princess and the Frog, one of your favorite Disney classics.

Safe to say, you two were so ready for movie night together as you were surrounded by various types of snacks to enjoy while watching the movie.

Each time it got to the musical parts, you always found yourself singing your lungs out, not minding if your singing was bad and Changbin never failed to laugh at your silly antics. At a point, he'd record you singing without you knowing. Unknown to you, he found it cute that you were comfortable expressing yourself around him.

When it got to the end scene where Tiana and Naveen kissed, you felt yourself blush. You were quite aware of the crush you've had on your best friend for a long time but you never had the courage to tell him how you felt, with the fear of not wanting to ruin your friendship.

You heard Changbin whisper your name. The moment you looked up at him, he leaned in, his soft lips meeting yours for a brief kiss. Pulling away, you were stunned for a moment and looked at him with shock. He had a smirk on his face while looking at the TV now.

" it's rude to stare, angel" he smirked. Your face turned red and you looked back at the TV with the biggest smile on your face. Now, you were convinced that he indeed felt the same way as you did. Best night ever.

Hyunjin

Today was the day you were gonna find out what had kept your best friend so busy for the past few days that had made him ignore you and why he was so cooped up in his studio.

Without informing him, you came over to his apartment. He gave you an extra key card because of the trust he had in you so you basically had access to his apartment. You called out his name. "Hyunjin?"

Not getting a response, you assumed that he wasn't home yet. So, you decided to check out his studio to see what he's been working on so far.

As usual, it was full of his paintings and drawings. You stared at each of them in awe. You were so glad to have an amazing and talented best friend as Hyunjin. You never got tired of his art because he knew how to create beautiful pieces.

As you looked around, one canvas that was covered with a white cloth caught your eye. Your curiosity taking over, you decided to check it out. You slowly raised the cloth, careful not to ruin his masterpiece but then you gasped at the portrait in front of you. He'd painted a picture of you, even paying attention to small details you had.

Then you noticed a writing below the painting. You looked closely and awed at the beautiful words written.

You'll forever be my always

"y/n?"

You turned around to see standing Hyunjin behind you. You wasted no time in wrapping your hand around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He hugged you back and rubbed your back.

" I guess you found my gift for you" he chuckled.

You looked up at him and smiled. " you've always been my always"

" I love you, y/n" he confessed, staring into your eyes. "You have no idea how much my heart beats for you. Call me a hopeless romantic but I'm hopelessly in love with you"

" I love you more, Hyunjin"

" that's impossible. I love you the most" he protested. You giggled at his dramatics then got on your tiptoes and kissed him to which he returned without hesitation.

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hawkinscommunitypool · 2 years

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10 things i hate about you — part one

part one: the way you cut your hair

chapter summary: your parents make it clear that your younger sister won't be dating until you do. she begins to find a way to make that happen, no matter what. series summary: when your younger sister is banned from dating until you get a boyfriend, her and her friends hatch a plan—now they just have to find the right guy to bribe. category: angst, fluff, and everything in between pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader chapter content warnings: 17+ for sexual themes(no explicit scenes), a lot of language a/n: hey y'all, i'm so excited to start this off!! i've written a couple oneshots hoping to capture billy's voice okay but he might be a lil ooc, we'll see. but anyway, i just got caught up on stranger things and i immediately wanted to write more about this man, so here we go.

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If there was anything to be learned from your younger sister, it was that high schoolers had some strange priorities.

It wasn’t like you were much different—as a high school senior, you were gladly skipping days of class to tour college campuses to prep for the future rather than work on your current responsibilities. For Laura, she was concerned with dating the coolest guy in her graduating class—Jason Carver, basketball star and all-around jerk.

Maybe that was how, instead of driving with your friend to the nearest record store, you were currently sitting on the couch getting yelled at by both your father and your sister.

“The rule was, no dating until you’re in college,” your dad sighed, sounding completely done with the two of you. Honestly, it wasn’t clear how you’d ended up in this position when you hadn’t even fought the rule. It was Laura who was now trying to convince your dad that letting her go to the party Steve Harrington was talking about all week with none other than Jason fucking Carver was a great idea.

“But Dad, everyone is going to the party! I can’t be the only one who doesn’t go,” she whined, standing up from her seat beside you in her defiance.

“You can go to the party, but no boys. My word is final, Laura,” your dad snapped. “Do you know how many couples I end up arresting, or worse, loading into an ambulance? Going on dates in high school leads to underage drinking and irresponsible decisions.”

The sad thing was, while he was definitely exaggerating, you couldn’t say your dad was too far off. It was part of why you continued to sit silently in your seat, trying to keep the attention off of you. It worked for a while, but eventually, it backfired as Laura pushed her luck once more.

“I can’t go to a party like that without a date. Only losers like Y/N do that,” she groaned, hand outstretched slightly behind her to gesture at you.

“Okay, rude,” you snapped, standing up and making your way around the couch to make your quick escape. It was entertaining enough to watch your dad yell at Laura, perfect Laura who was everything your parents wanted in a daughter, but having it spin on you wasn’t what you’d ever intended by mentioning her plans to sneak out for the party. “Just because I’m not interested in big-headed jocks doe—”

“Alright, alright! How about this, you can have a boyfriend and go to whatever parties you want when Y/N does.”

“Are you serious? What the fuck!” At least by the two of you simultaneously yelling that, you knew for sure that you were related.

“Hey, language you two!” your dad shouted back. “This is a good thing, you should be thanking me for changing the rules. Now I love you both, goodnight.”

As soon as your dad exited the room, Laura huffed and stomped her foot like a petulant child. “Great, thanks to you now I’ll never have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t need one,” you sighed, heading up to your room with full intentions of spending the rest of the night playing your music as loud as you could without waking your parents up and drawing.

It didn’t last long though, because soon enough Laura was walking directly into your room, pushing the door open and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Wow, thanks for knocking that was really considerate of you,” you remarked sarcastically, pausing your music and waiting for her rant to be over. When your sister was mad, she could stay mad for quite a long time if she needed to. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

“How about Fred Benson? He’s single.”

For fucks sake, she was never going to let this go. You wished for a moment that she didn’t act so much like you, that she wouldn’t be so stubborn and just let this go. It was one party, and you knew it was set to be the biggest of the year but that didn’t matter.

“Fred Benson? You have to be kidding me,” you snapped, not wanting to give her any more fuel to find more single guys but not wanting to completely ruin your relationship with her. “He only has eyes for Nancy Wheeler. I’m not dating him. I’m not dating anyone, actually.”

“Why not?” Laura complained, flopping onto your bed and making you tuck your legs in closer to your own body. “Boys are fun.”

“They aren’t. They’re a lot of work,” you answered quickly, shrugging and hoping that would be enough. You could tell from the eager expression on her face though, that Laura wasn’t done trying to set you up with someone, anyone.

“Okay, you want cooler than Fred. How about Billy Hargrove? You think he’s hot, right?”

“Billy Hargrove, are you kidding me?” you exclaimed, though couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed at the thought of him. “I’m pretty sure he’s trying to fuck the entire female population of Hawkins High.”

“And that includes you!” Laura beamed as if that were a thing to add to the ‘pros’ column of the debate on Billy. “I’m sure he’d take you to the party.”

“Yeah, and he’d leave me the second I didn’t put out,” you returned quickly.

“So you admit you want him too though. You think he’s hot.”

“Okay fine,” you huffed, already seeing that you weren’t going to make it out of this conversation unscathed. “Do I think Billy Hargrove is hot? Of course I do, I have eyes. Him and that stupid perfect hair, of course I think so. In a perfect world would I want to date him? Sure. Now is the interrogation over, can I go back to what I was doing before you interrupted me?”

“Absolutely, you’ve helped a lot,” Laura told you before practically sprinting out of the room. You didn’t like the look on her face, but considering you didn’t know what she was planning you decided it wasn’t that important. You could have one more night of peace before your sister tried to force you to find someone to take to Tina’s party.

“Did you have a momentary lapse in judgment, L/N?”

When Laura L/N sat down at his table, Billy was sure the world had ended. After all, ever since he’d moved to the school people had quickly learned not to just talk to him, much less come over to his perfectly picked out table outside and take up space there—least of all some annoying junior whose biggest worries were what Jason Carver thought of her.

“I have a proposition,” Laura stated, leaning forward and knitting her hands together on the table.

“Absolutely not.”

“You haven’t even heard what I had to say!” Laura complained, expression melting in a way that might’ve been amusing if she hadn’t been taking up his precious lunch break. After all, this was a time when Billy could finally get a break from all the teachers and students staring, from everyone acting like he was the one to impress.

Of course, he’d wanted to make an impression. He’d gone in with tough words and an even tougher reaction to the guys who thought they ruled the school, but the fact of the matter was that he’d never wanted to rule the school, he just wanted to prove that those guys weren’t as perfect as people thought they were. All he wanted to do was have as much fun as he could in a nowhere town like Hawkins, until he graduated and hurried right back to California.

“You couldn’t handle a night with me, sweetheart,” he sighed, trying to get her off of his case so he could focus on literally anything else.

“What? Ew no, fuck off, Hargrove.” He could help but bark out a laugh at that one, leaning forward to focus in on the conversation. She wasn’t like the others, wasn’t someone who wanted to try her hand with him and ‘hope to be the different one’. Because the fact of the matter was, Billy enjoyed not being committed to one girl and none of them seemed to recognize that, all desperate to be the one to change his mind. If this wasn’t that kind of proposition, then he was curious what this was all about.

“What is it then?”

“I need you to date my sister.”

It was somehow worse. Billy watched Laura for a moment, trying to determine if this was some kind of joke or if she actually expected him to do this. When she didn’t say anything else, he finally asked, “Why would I do that?”

“Because my dad says I can’t have a boyfriend until she does,” Laura admitted, “and don’t you dare tell a single soul about that, or I will make your life Hell.”

“Hey, I d—” Billy started, elbow on the table and finger pointing at Laura, entire body tensed at the threat. Who the fuck did she think she was, coming in here and threatening him like that?

“I don’t have time to hear it, Hargrove. Are you in or what?”

“What’s in it for me?” Billy asked, glancing over at where you were currently eating lunch. You weren’t alone at a table, gathered around a small group of people but it seemed none of you were really in conversation with each other. You had a book open on the table, glancing up every once in a while to say something to the girl sitting right beside you.

He’d seen you around before, of course, he had. You were in his graduating year and always seemed to have something to say in class. The teachers were both impressed and annoyed by your constant debating and bringing up complex real-world issues, Billy was sure. You always said you were ‘getting the fuck out of Hawkins’ as soon as you could, to go somewhere that other opinions and ideas existed.

In other words, people saw you as difficult and he saw you as too much work.

“How about $500?” Laura offered, and the more she spoke the more it sounded like a joke.

“You mean to tell me, you’ll pay me that much money to take out your sister? For how long?”

“Tina’s throwing a party this Friday. I need you to take her there and make sure she gets back home that weekend,” Laura explained, and it seemed incredibly simple for five hundred dollars. What could he do with that much money? The obvious would be to put it to his car or partying, but a part of Billy reminded himself that he was saving up to move back to California and that this would be a major help in reaching his goal.

It was just a date, maybe two if need be. Billy took another glance back at you and smirked, already thinking about how this would be the easiest five hundred he’d ever make. “Deal.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Hargrove,” Laura beamed, sticking out her hand to shake. “You know, you aren’t as terrifying as Jason seems to let on.”

“Don’t push it,” he snapped, grabbing his bag and standing from the table, ready to ask you on a date.

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mysteriouslysaltypoetry · 5 months

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I Get Cold Easy

Chapter 3

Raph x reader story A/N: Chapter 3 is hereeeee, i actually really liked this one! It's all very soft and sweet. Mikey is my lovely boy and the best dumb of head but big of heart! Hope y'all enjoy! I made a small playlist to go along with this one! Its what i was listening to to help me get the mood of it

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Raph lost track of the trio a while ago, their bodies disappearing amongst the other people dancing, at least Mikey was there in case anything happened but still, he liked knowing where his people were for his own sake. Vern and Jones were also off god knows where, some girls came to talk to them a few minutes ago and took them to get drinks, they didn’t seem bad but they were definitely a bit too much for his tastes, at least the other too looked entertained enough.

Soon though, he spotted the others coming back after another quick look around, only when he saw them he figured something was obviously off, if the look on (Y/N) wasn’t enough of a sign then April and his brother’s concerned faces were two flashing red warning signs. And it wasn’t only him that noticed it either, Leo straightened his back right as he spotted them, his own eyes scanning their features for anything that could tell him what had happened.

“Guys? What’s with the looks?” Donnie asks when they reach the table, (Y/N) grabs her purse and holds it against her chest with a defeated sigh.

“I just lost my need for a party,” she points to someone in the back and April is quick to pull her into a comforting side hug, kissing her cheek gently.

“You see that guy over there? The one in blue with the pink girl basically draped on top of him? Yeaaah that’s (Y/N)’s now EX boyfriend…”

The three of the turtles hiss in unison ‘Yikes…’ Raph winces at the sight, the fact that a girl like (Y/N) could have something like this happen to her will never not baffle him, that loser just fumbled what seems like a MASSIVE bag, but hey, it sure is not gonna be him who tells him that.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that (Y/N), if there is anything we can do?” Leo offers, always the gentleman he thinks with an internal roll of his eyes.

“Thanks, but right now I just want to get out of here and forget this ever happened…” she says rubbing her arms in what Raph can only guess is an attempt at feeling better. Thankfully (or not) his younger brother always seems to have something to say in awkward situations.

“Well then let’s dip! Who cares about this place anyway? It’s super crowded.” He says with a smile, hand on her shoulder.

“Oh! I couldn’t ask that of you guys… you stay and enjoy the rest of the night. I’ll just go home and drown myself in some cake and romcoms.” She tries and chuckles, but it comes out a bit wetter that what was probably intended.

“Are you kidding? I’m going where you go, not leaving you to fend off for yourself after that!” April says immediately, holding her even closer than before.

“Yeah, and it’s not like we would want to stay here when such people are around anyway, not to mention its dangerous for you two to walk alone at night” Adds his brother. Raph nods and gets up, walking over to her.

“Also, yer with us now, shorty. We don’t wanna see you sad, much less sad AND alone.” He says, placing his hand on top of her hands, gently taking her purse and nodding to the entrance. The others nod and they all quickly make their way out, April quickly sending a text to Casey to explain what happened.

“Alright!” Mikey claps his hands, surprising everyone “This night took a wild turn but I know JUST the thing to help you feel better, angelcakes” he pulls (Y/N) to his side and dramatically sticks his hand out as if to make his point more convincing.

“I don’t know, I’m not really up for anything that requires me to use any of my mental capacities Mikey…” she sighs and let’s herself sag against his brother.

“That’s the best part! You shall not have to move a muscle on that big brain of yours!” he chuckles “This is our super secret way of relaxing and getting out of the blues” he adds, and oh, now Raph knows where this is going and so do the other three, it was like their tradition at this point and sure enough, it worked wonders.

“What do you say toooo… some pizza, good music, and city gazing?” Mikey asks in a soft tone, giving her some space to think properly. The others smile encouragingly.

“That… sounds great actually.” She chuckles, looking around them “I could really go for a bite, or five.” She says, making everyone laugh with her.

And so it was decided, they went to their favourite place for pizza (and honestly? It was the best no matter what Casey said about it.) and made their way to April and (Y/N) building. The night breeze got colder and colder as they approached.

“Allllrighty ladies, please be sure to hold onto a designated turtle as well as your belongings, we’re going to the magical place we call: The Roof~” Mikey sing songs, and soon enough Donnie offers April his hand and quickly makes his way up the roof along with Leo.

(Y/N) turns to Raph, holding out her hand with a small smile “The nice fella did say for me to hold onto my belongings, unless of course you would prefer to carry it up there.” She said, her tone already a bit more cheerful then when they were in the club. He laughs and shakes his head, handing her the purse.

“Nah hop in, I’ll make sure the ride up there is smooth and quick.” He says taking her into one of his arms and following his brothers.

They all get to the top and start to settle in, pizza boxes open on the floor, and a comfy silence surrounding them. Taking out his phone and his portable speaker Mikey puts on one his playlists, the air around them is cozy and peaceful. A few minutes later and everyone is talking amongst themselves, Leo is sitting next to Donnie who has April draped across his lap, happily chewing on her slice, Raph himself is sitting crisscross on the floor, with (Y/N) resting her head on his legs and is resting her own on top of Mikey.

“Thanks guys, this means a lot, and it’s infinitely better than what I was planning on doing.” She says, nuzzling closer into his leg, it had been a while Raph thought, since they had had a new friend join their group and since anyone had been as close to them without it being asking questions about their mutation or how it was being vigilantes/ ninjas. ‘This is nice’ runs through his mind as his hand settles on her shoulder, only to notice how absolutely frigid it was.

“Dude… yer freezing! How the hells didn’t ya turn blue yet?” he asks with wide eyes, to which she only shrugs.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’m always extremely cold. I got used to by now.” She tries and waves him off, shoving some more pizza on her mouth. The red clad turtle shakes his and starts taking off his jacket, dropping it on top of her.

“There, put it on. I ain’t taking no damn popsicle to the hospital today, nor am I taking care of a sick one.” he says while reaching for another slice.

(Y/N) sighs but does as he says nonetheless, safe to say the thing is absolutely gigantic on her but it does the job and she settles back on his leg right after. And that’s how they spend the night, talking and laughing, listening to some good music and looking out at the city, watching the people ad cars pass by.

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What about an AU with Mari's Nona Gina actually being old friends with Anarka? Maybe Anarka was a younger member on one of the exploring/travel groups that Gina was in, they hit it off, & lost track of each other over the years Gina leaving for Italy again & Anarka's thing with a young Jagged. Maybe during Mari's birthday party Gina notices Juleka, a resemblance of an old friend, & it prompts her to stay longer while also reuniting with an old friend and Luka and Mari finally meeting?

Not only is this ask hella old (see I told y'all I always keep them if I don't get to them right away) but I took it in a slighty different direction. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Always Have a Designated Driver

“Oh, my fairy, it is so good of you to come with me tonight. You know I could have taken a cab home.” Gina slipped her arm through Marinette’s and patted her hand.

“I know, Grandma,” Marinette said, and left it at that. She knew Gina wouldn’t take well to any intimation that Marinette was worried about her in any way. Gina had been handling herself quite fine across multiple countries and it was stupid for Marinette to worry, but—well. Marinette worried anyway.

“I hope you will not be too bored,” Gina continued as they went into the karaoke bar. There were restaurant tables set up around the perimeter, as well as the bar along one side, and the stage was set up and ready but not active yet. Marinette felt a bit of a nervous flutter; she wasn’t completely naive but she was too busy to hang out in places like this on a regular basis. “Though I suspect that my pretty Marinetta will not have any trouble once the boys get a look at you, eh?” She cupped Marinette’s chin and wiggled it a bit while Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Grandma.”

“Ah, your Nona loves you, my fairy.”

***

“You’ll like Gina,” Anarka declared, and Luka rolled his eyes as he got out of the car and followed his mother into the karaoke bar where they were supposed to meet up with some of Anarka’s old pals.

She had been telling him about one of her old motorcycle buddies all week, who was finally going to be in town to join in the reunion night, and from her stories, Luka thought he probably actually would like Gina. She sounded like an interesting lady, who’d been to a lot of places. However, he doubted he would manage to say more than “hello” to any of Anarka's friends before the drinking and shenanigans started. He was really only here to make sure his mother got home safely. Most of the time, Anarka was pretty responsible with her drinking, but things always got out of hand when she had these get-togethers with her old crew, so he and Juleka took turns being her designated driver.

At least karaoke had the potential to be entertaining. Hopefully. In his experience, entertaining and excruciating were the only two options. Usually a mix of both.

He caught the door Anarka banged open and made sure it shut quietly, and a shriek went up from the bar almost as soon as Anarka entered. An older woman in a motorcycle jacket came barreling towards them.

“Anarka, amica mia!” she exclaimed, and Luka took a step back as his mother embraced her friend. Both of them spoke over each other, and between that and their clashing accents, Luka had no idea what they were saying until they both turned to face him. Assuming he was being introduced, Luka offered his hand to the white-haired lady who looked at him over the rim of pink shades. She slid the sunglasses off and shook his hand. “Luka, so nice to meet you,” she said in slightly accented French. “I’m so glad you are here, you can keep my Marinetta company while we old ladies catch up.”

“Who ye be callin’ old now?” Anarka demanded, but Gina ignored her, gesturing for someone at the bar to come and join them.

“Anarka, this is my granddaughter. Marinetta, this is my dear old friend” Luka’s mouth twitched at the emphasis and Anarka’s indignant snort, “—Anarka, and this is her son, Luka.”

The petite young lady that had arrived at Gina’s side greeted Anarka and then turned huge blue eyes on him, pink lips curving up in a polite smile.

Luka swallowed reflexively, offering his hand. “Nice to meet you, Marinetta.”

She giggled nervously as she took his hand. “Grandma's the only one who calls me that. I'm Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It's nice to meet you too, Luka.” She was dressed simply, in well-fitting (very well-fitting) jeans and a black shirt with a wide ribbon collar that tied in a bow near her shoulder, soft makeup and her hair done in two tails. Not dressed for a night on the town, but it suited her, and Luka found himself enchanted.

Gina saved him from doing anything stupid by grabbing Marinette’s hand and shoving a small wad of cash into her palm. “Good, good,” she proclaimed, ignoring Marinette’s protests at taking the money. “Now, Marinetta, you and Luka go and get yourselves some food.” Marinette tried to say something, but Gina cut her off. “No, no, my fairy, I know you only came to make sure your Nona gets home safely, but there is no need to hover. Go away so that you will not be scandalized and hear things you wish you didn't know!”

Marinette looked somewhat horrified. “You mean there’s worse than what I’ve already heard?”

Luka grinned, and Anarka's booming laugh rang out. Gina turned Marinette around and gave her a little push towards the restaurant section.

“Go on, go on, my dear, you can keep an eye on me perfectly fine while you eat. Besides, it is this one you must watch out for—” She indicated Anarka with a tilt of her head, and Luka snorted in amusement.

“She’s not wrong,” he teased his mother, and Anarka put a hand on his face and shoved him good naturedly away.

“Off wi’ ye boy,” she declared, her accent getting thicker already. “An be ye a gentleman, ye hear?”

Luka rolled his eyes and turned to Marinette.

“Shall we grab a table?” he asked Marinette, who still looked a little stunned, and at her nod, he gently took her elbow and steered her to a booth that was likely to be quieter, at least until the real entertainment got started.

“I don't have to stay,” Luka said, gesturing for Marinette to sit as he glanced at a table of guys whose heads had turned as they walked past. “Or you don't, if you'd rather—”

“Oh, no, please don't leave,” Marinette said, catching hold of his sleeve. “I mean, unless you want to—” Luka was already sliding into the booth next to her.

“I don't come to this kind of place very often,” Marinette admitted. “I don't usually have the time, so…I guess I don't really know how to act.”

Luka smiled. “Act like yourself. Everybody’s here to have a good time. I won’t say no one’s watching,” he indicated the interested table with a nod of his head, “but I doubt the people who are, are looking to criticize.”

Marinette blushed, and picked up the menu that was laying on the table, hiding her face. Luka opted to give her a little space, picking up his own.

“Do you come here often?” she asked, fidgeting with her menu.

“Not here, specifically,” Luka replied, glancing around. “But I’ve been in and out of these kinds of places practically my whole life. First because of mom, and then performing myself.”

Marinette looked out from behind her menu, curious. “Performing?”

“I’m a musician,” he said, trying not to sound too proud of it. “Guitar mostly but I do vocals sometimes too. I play with a couple local bands at different places.”

“Oh,” Marinette looked impressed, and Luka felt his face heat a little. “You must be pretty good.”

Luka chuckled. “I’ll let you judge that for yourself sometime.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she hid behind her menu again. Luka cringed; he hadn’t meant that to come off like it had.

“What do you feel like?” he asked. “Is there something in particular or should we just order some appetizers so we can try a few things?”

They worked out what they wanted to order, flagged down a waiter, and then fell into awkward silence.

Marinette felt ridiculous; like her feet were too big and she didn’t know what to do with her hands, and she felt sure Luka must think she was some naive little pixie who hardly ever left the house except to go out with her grandma. Why had she said that? She just felt so uncomfortable and she needed to explain, and now it turned out he was in a band and went to these kinds of places all the time and probably hated that he was stuck here babysitting her instead of out there dancing with all the girls darting him appreciative looks as they milled around with their drinks in their hands. She should have let him go earlier when he offered to leave; she hadn’t wanted him to think she didn’t want his company but now he was—maybe she should—but they’d already ordered food and—

“Marinette?” Luka touched her shoulder and she jumped.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

Marinette nodded quickly and then blurted, “I like your hair.”

She did like his hair. It was probably weird to say it though. Was it weird? Oh God she was so weird and she should know better than to try and talk to a hot guy like a totally normal not-weird—

“Thanks,” Luka said, running a hand through his hair with a smile that looked…a little self-conscious actually. It was…cute. “It’s not fancy but it’s easy to maintain at least.”

“Oh—I meant the color, I mean—I mean I like the way you wear it, too, it suits you, the ruffled look with your sharp facial features, it comes off really well—but the color is so pretty, and your hair’s still so shiny. I’ve always wanted to dye my hair but I was afraid I would ruin it trying to bleach it, since it’s so dark…”

“Oh, mine’s black too underneath all this.” Luka grinned. “It can be done, it just takes a little patience so you don’t fry it. You’d be cute with dyed hair. I mean, you look great just like this, but if it’s something you want, I think it’d look great on you. Not that my opinion should matter.” He closed his mouth abruptly and looked away, and Marinette simultaneously felt tortured and comforted. At least she wasn’t the only one who babbled.

Mercifully, the food came shortly after, and that gave them something to focus on and a chance for mostly safe conversation. The karaoke stage lit up and an MC came up to announce that the mic was now open, and started calling names of people who had signed up.

The plates were empty and the conversation had lagged. Marinette was desperately trying to think of something to say, and sneaking looks at Luka out of the corner of her eye. He had the most striking profile, all sharp angles, but when he looked straight at her, his expression softened, and he leaned in just a bit, as if to be sure and catch whatever she said.

She wished she were more interesting. She wished she had something to say. She’d bore him silly talking about fashion, she was sure.

“They look like they’re having fun,” she said finally, as a pair of clearly tipsy girls in very short skirts screamed the lyrics to “Material Girl,” into their microphones.

Luka agreed, laughing. Then he looked at her, and then away, and then he leaned towards her, tilting his head towards the stage. “You wanna have a go?”

“Me?” Marinette sat up straight, face flaming. Luka, sure, he was used to performing on stage, and he was cool and handsome and he looked like a microphone belonged in his hand, but—

“Well, us.” Luka laughed, straightening a little and turning his glass on the table. “I thought maybe we could go do one together.”

“I’m probably terrible compared to you,” Marinette protested. “You should go on yourself. You’re a performer, right?”

Luka grinned. “Marinette, look around. Nobody’s here to listen to the next great star.”

Marinette did look around, and he was right. Everyone was too absorbed in their own party or too buzzed to do anything other than roar support for anyone brave enough to take the stage, and most of the ones who did were…creative in their interpretation of the music.

“I’ll grab a book,” Luka said, sliding out of the booth. “You can think about it while we look through the songs.” He winked at her. “I’ll check on Mom and Gina while I’m at it.”

Marinette nodded, toying with one of her pigtails. It couldn’t hurt to look, right? And while he was gone she could come up with an excuse to say no.

“Hey, wanna dance?”

Marinette jumped and looked up. There was a man leaning his elbows on her table, grinning at her. She could smell smoke and alcohol all the way across the table. She put on her best social smile. “No, thank you, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Ah, ‘course you are,” he drawled, stepping back and sliding off the table. “Worth a shot.” He winked at her and wandered off.

Luka returned just as the other man drifted off. Watching the stranger go, Luka sat down and said, “Would you rather go dance?”

“Maybe later. But not with him,” Marinette said, making a face. Then she blushed. “I mean—”

Luka grinned. “Let’s pick a song.”

Marinette bent over the catalog with him, as he slowly flipped through pages.

“Let me know if you see something you like,” he said, and Marinette murmured assent. Luka didn’t smell like smoke or alcohol. Well, maybe alcohol a little, but anyone would in here. Mostly he just smelled…clean. And vaguely beachy? Interesting.

Songs. She was supposed to be looking at the songs.

“Okay, I know this one’s a little old, but it’s a lot of fun.” Luka pointed to a song, grinning.

“You can’t be serious,” Marinette laughed.

“Do you know it?” Luka repeated, still grinning.

“Well…yes.”

“Come on, we’re the only ones sober enough to do it, and if we mess it up, it’ll be hilarious. Win-win.”

Marinette still hesitated, but looking up at Luka’s face, something about the sparkle in his eyes made her say, “Okay.”

Luka raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure? If you don’t want to, it’s really fine.”

Marinette’s smile turned a little more genuine. “Really. I want to. You’ll cover for me if I lose it, right?”

“Of course,” he promised, and…she believed him.

He left her again to go sign them up, and Marinette took a breath, wondering what on earth she was doing. Still, he was right, it could be a lot of fun, and…what was the worst that could happen.

She shut that thought down before it could go any further—it was always a dangerous line of thought for her—and stood up to peer across the room to where Gina’s white hair was visible in a knot of older people around the bar. They were loud, but not out of control. Satisfied, Marinette sat back down. Luka reappeared shortly after, and apparently guessed what she had been looking for.

“They’re fine,” he said, as he slid back into the booth. “Still at the 'telling stories loudly' stage. We’ve still got time.” He winked at her. “When she starts yelling insults at randos I know it’s time to take Ma home before someone calls the cops.” Marinette giggled, but Luka seemed entirely serious. “It’ll be a while before our turn,” he continued, and then hesitated.

“We could, um. We could go dance?” Marinette suggested. The panic that welled up was quelled by Luka’s broad smile.

“I’d love that,” he said, and stood up, offering his hand. Marinette took it, and let him help her out of the booth, her eyes suddenly locked on his.

“I’m not a very good dancer,” she warned, and stumbled a little on the step down from the booth.

“Me neither,” he said, and though Marinette didn’t believe him, it made her smile.

***

Luka was having the time of his life with Marinette on the dance floor. She wasn’t very coordinated, as she had warned him—or at least, her mind seemed to get in the way of her limbs, because once she had completely relaxed and stopped overthinking every little move she made…wow.

She sparkled. Not because of the way she danced, but just with pure joy and energy. She sang along with the music, and though he couldn’t really hear her over the speakers, he couldn’t stop watching her lips move.

They were briefly joined by Gina and Anarka and a couple of their pals, which was…embarrassing. Marinette got all stiff and awkward again, and let out a little shriek when one of the old men grabbed her around the waist and swung her in a spin. Gina was immediately in his face, clearly telling him off, and Marinette had to catch her arm and persuade her not to personally throw the man out of the club. Fortunately, Gina had had enough to drink to be easily distracted,

“I see where your eyes be lookin’, boy,” Anarka bellowed near his ear. “Mind yerself, ye hear?”

“I always do,” Luka replied drily.

“Aye, that ye do,” Anarka said with unexpected affection, hugging him tightly. “I know I need have no worries fer ye. Just be sure ye don’t be makin’ babies yer not ready for, aye?”

Luka reddened. “ Ma!”

Mercifully, Anarka let him go, and hollered that she was ready for another drink. Their group departed, leaving Luka and Marinette standing on the dance floor. Marinette leaned on his arm, and Luka took her hand without thinking. “Are you okay?” he asked, and she smiled up at him.

“Fine. They’re just…a lot.” She sighed, and Luka fervently agreed.

Then Marinette straightened and her eyes popped wide as their names were announced.

Luka leaned toward her. “Not too late to back out if you need to.”

Marinette looked for a moment like she might take him up that, but then she looked straight at him, squared her shoulders, and gave him a smile that made his knees weak. “Let’s do this,” she said firmly.

Oh muses help him, he was in love.

***

Marinette let Luka lead her to the crowd to the stage, her hand still clasped tightly in his. Predictably, a whoop went up from the bar as soon as they were under the lights. Luka let go of her long enough to pull the microphones from the stands and hand one to Marinette.

“I’ll start?” he murmured, and Marinette nodded. He took her hand again and walked them both to the front of the stage, flashing a grin at the crowd as those iconic first notes went up over the speakers, and the onlookers cheered.

Luka’s head bobbed to the beat as he watched her with a grin on his face. Marinette couldn’t help smiling back even though she was a little terrified and felt very strange on the stage.

Luka faced the crowd when the lyrics popped up and sang the quick-paced words of the verse with comfortable ease.

He looked at Marinette and she joined him on the chorus. Singing alongside Luka’s powerful voice made it impossible for Marinette to be timid as they belted together, “We didn’t start the fire! It was always burning since the world’s been turning! No we didn’t light it but we’re trying to fight it.”

Luka raised his eyebrows at her in question as they neared the end of the chorus, and though her hands were shaking, Marinette nodded. She took a deep breath, eyes on Luka, and launched into the next verse. By some miracle, she didn’t trip over the words once, and when she ran out of breath, Luka took up the next piece. They traded back and forth through the song after that, occasionally joining to sing some parts together, and always coming together on the chorus. If she made a slip, Luka covered it easily, and at some point their hands met and joined as they got more and more into the song.

Marinette knew that people must be watching; Luka was too good, too magnetic on stage, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The crowd didn’t matter; she was having too much fun with Luka to care whether the audience was paying attention or not.

“WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE,” they bellowed together, crowd practically forgotten as they faced each other. By the end of the song they were dancing around the stage together, and when the music finally ended, Luka threw up his hands with Mari’s still in his.

Everyone cheered, and for the first time Marinette looked away from Luka and into the crowd. Marinette could see (and hear, even over the music) that Gina and Anarka were losing their minds. She let Luka lead her down off the stage, grateful for his hand still holding hers. Her knees felt a bit wobbly. Luka wrapped her in a hug at the bottom of the stairs.

“That was awesome ,” he enthused, laughing with his chin on her head, and then he stepped back. “You okay?” he asked, and Marinette nodded shakily. Luka’s expression turned to concern, but before he could say anything else, Gina and Anarka were on them—literally.

It took a little time to fend off their respective relatives, but eventually Luka managed to get them redirected with a suggestion that Anarka and Gina should try a duet. They disappeared into the crowd, and Luka breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Marinette. She was still shaking, and Luka took her elbow and led her back to their table.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, once they were there, and Marinette again nodded, this time managing a smile for him.

“I’m fine, really,” she promised. “I had fun, it—it was just intense .” She curled her still shaking fingers on the table.

Luka smiled and wrapped his hands around hers, rubbing some warmth back into them. “Sorry, I guess I’m used to the stage rush. You did amazing, though. You did have fun?”

“Totally,” Marinette said, squeezing his hand back. His hands were so much bigger than hers, she realized, and they felt good, moving over hers. Somehow, her eyes found Luka’s, and his hands slowly stopped moving.

They both jumped as the server stopped at their table and plunked a plate on the table with a hefty slice of chocolate cake and two spoons. “On the house,” was all he said, and then he was gone again.

Luka and Marinette looked at each other in surprise, and then giggled.

“Guess we impressed somebody,” Luka chuckled.

“Hmm.” Marinette picked up her spoon. “Well, it looks delicious.”

Luka gestured with his spoon. “After you.”

They ate the sweet dessert, murmuring appreciation, and then drifted into easy conversation, despite the increasingly raucous crowd around them. Neither of them minded having to lean a little closer to hear. Even with the noise, they felt apart from the crowd, in their own little bubble, until—

“Uh-oh,” Luka said, getting up from the table. “I think that’s my cue.” He took off through the crowd, and Marinette automatically grabbed her bag and followed him. She lost him for a moment in the crowd, and then found him holding his mother by the shoulders, talking soothingly to her while Anarka shouted over his shoulder.

“All right, Ma,” Luka said, linking his arm firmly through his mother’s. “I think it’s time to go.”

“We should probably go too, my fairy,” Gina’s voice, only slightly slurred, came from Marinette’s shoulder. She put an arm around her grandmother as Gina leaned heavily on her. “It is past your bedtime.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, but didn’t object, steering Gina after Luka and Anarka. Anarka had clearly had more to drink, and once Marinette got Gina in the car, she went to help Luka, who was struggling to get his more combative relative to their car. Between the slurred speech and the brogue Marinette couldn’t understand much of what Anarka was saying, but when she slipped under the Captain’s other arm, the tirade cut off.

“Ah, yer such a nice lass,” Anarka drawled.

“Please don’t embarrass me, Ma,” Luka sighed, as Marinette helped him get Anarka going in the right direction.

“Embarrass ye!” Anarka snorted. “Son I got years of humiliation to heap back on ye, after all the pranks ye and yer sister pulled!”

Marinette giggled, and Luka shot her a longsuffering look.

“Please ignore anything she says,” he begged, and looked relieved when they managed to get Anarka in the car. Luka buckled her in, and then dug around in the center console while Anarka yelled at him to “gerroff already ye landlubbin’ swine!”

Luka straightened up and closed the passenger door with more force than was probably necessary. “Thank you,” he said, turning to Marinette. He rubbed a hand through his hair. “It was really nice to meet you, Marinette.”

“You too, Luka,” Marinette agreed. “I had a lot more fun than I expected to tonight.”

Luka grinned. “Me too. Listen, um,” he offered her a folded piece of paper he had been toying with. “This is my number. If you feel like using it, I’d love to talk to you more.”

Blushing, Marinette reached for it. Luka didn’t let go right away. “I’d really like you to use it,” he said softly, before opening his fingers and letting her take the paper. “Goodnight, Marinette.” He seemed to hesitate despite the words, and in a burst of courage, Marinette went up on her toes and kissed him lightly. Luka’s arm wound around her waist and pulled her back in, kissing her much more firmly. Marinette’s hands clasped behind his neck before she knew what she was doing, and the parking lot around them disappeared for a long moment. When Marinette’s feet were finally back on the ground, and there was room to breathe between their lips, she smiled at him. Her hands slid down his shoulders as she whispered, “Good night, Luka.” Then she turned and jogged back to her car, clutching the paper with his number. Luka watched her for a moment, and then went around the car and got in

Anarka was already asleep in the passenger seat.

Marinette ran all the way back to her car and jumped in, slamming the door behind her. She buried her face in her hands, panting from the run and the kiss and the—everything.

“Well my fairy.”

Marinette jumped half out of her skin with a little shriek, and lowered her hands to turn mortified eyes on her grandmother. Gina smirked at her. “I told you there would be no trouble once the boys noticed you, eh?”

“Just one,” Marinette protested weakly, and Gina grinned, reaching over to pat her hand.

“My Marinetta could captivate anyone with such a smile on her face as she had tonight. He is a good one, I think, but ugh, to have such a relative!” She laughed. Marinette blushed and shoved the piece of paper she was still clinging to into her purse.

“Nobody’s talking about marriage, Grandma,” she said a bit tartly as she started the car.

“It will not be long, my dear,” Gina drawled, leaning back into her seat. “It will not be long at all.”

Marinette shook her head and concentrated on getting them both home. She made sure Gina got to bed without passing out on the doorstep, and went to the guest room, where her things were already laid out neatly. She sat on the bed, and pulled the bit of paper with Luka's number on it out of her purse.

It didn’t say anything except Luka Couffaine and his number. She programmed it into her phone, and then folded the paper and put it carefully in her purse, just in case.

Before she could chicken out, she wrote a text and sent it to him, letting him know who it was and that she and Gina had made it home safely, and wishing him good night.

Her phone pinged before she’d even finished washing her face.

Glad you’re safe. We are too. I had a great time tonight. Is it too soon to ask you out?

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