#but like WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE THE FIRST PERSON I SAW WHEN I WALKED THROUGH THE DOORS

[ashwhowrites]

Hi, love your work.

I was thinking a maybe a break up and make up fic with:

Angst Prompt 31. “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”

Fluff prompt 7. “You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

With Eddie Munson/Y/N Henderson or Y/N Wheeler. A sister from one of the main party.

Eddie and Y/N have been together before season 1. Season 1 happens, Y/N was there. Resulting in her getting closer to Steve or Jonathan, to which Eddie thinks Y/N is cheating on him. Even catches Steve/Jonathan comforting Y/N and gets the wrong idea. They break up. The younger brother of Y/N tells Eddie off and makes him rethink things. Leading to them getting back together.

Thank you so much! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Friends? Or something else?

Y/N Wheeler was quite different from her sister, Nancy. Nancy liked the boy next door vibe, and Y/N liked the rebel bad boy. Y/N didn't see what Nancy ever saw in Steve in the beginning. But he turned out to be a sweet guy when Nancy stomped on his heart.

She felt bad for Steve, but Y/N wanted to spend her free time with Eddie. It was no shock that the two fell for each other. Eddie was exactly her type, the leather, the attitude, and the nasty mouth he kissed her with.

Anyone could see she was smitten with the boy. She kissed the ground he walked on. She would do anything he asked, and do it happily.

It was a shame all he did was doubt her love for him

~~~

Eddie and Steve didn't really get along. Back when Nancy and Steve were together, the sisters loved double dates.

As Y/N fed Eddie fries and shared chocolate milkshakes, Nancy and Steve would argue across from them. Half of their double dates ended with Eddie and Y/N sneaking off.

Eddie didn't like the way Steve carried himself. He thought he was so superior compared to the rest of them and that didn't sit well with Eddie. And Y/N thought the same. She hated the way he treated Eddie.

Y/N just couldn't get along with Steve.

Until Nancy broke up with him and he finally showed his true self.

She couldn't lie. She felt bad for Steve. He showed up to their house with flowers but Nancy was already out with friends. Y/N couldn't leave him outside and alone. She let him in and before she knew it she was comforting him.

He cried into her arms as he talked about how Nancy was all he had left.

"I'll be here for you, I promise."

And she meant it. Whenever Steve called, she listened to what he had to say. Nancy was a little bothered at first. She found it weird her ex-boyfriend was using her little sister as a shoulder. But then Steve began to change, in a way Nancy thought wasn't possible.

The friendship helped Steve and Nancy accept that. It even helped get them back on normal speaking terms.

Eddie hated it, though. He hated having Y/N in his lap, rocking her hips against his. His tongue battled hers as the music played through his shitty speakers.

"Wheeler, call for Wheeler."

Steve's voice cut through the moment like a knife. The static voice worked its way through the talkie and Y/N pulled back.

"One second," she whispered.

Eddie felt his stomach turn as she grabbed the talkie and went outside. He wanted to trust her, he so badly did. But it was so hard when she'd always leave the room to talk to him. Why can't she talk to him in front of her boyfriend? It meant she was hiding something.

She had to be cheating on him.

And the thought of it broke his heart.

The one time he was in love, she found someone else.

~

What Eddie didn't know was that Steve and Y/N found themselves thrown into some type of supernatural portal. Something called the upside down? She wasn't quite sure what it all meant yet, but all she knew was that she and Steve fought hand in hand for months on end.

The world seemed to be back to normal and they wanted to keep it that way. She didn't want Eddie to get dragged into all of it. She'd never forgive herself if something happened to him. So she demanded every single one in the gang keep what happened a secret.

It was sworn that Eddie never found out what happened a few months back.

As a result of being at war with Steve, meant their friendship grew so strong that they truly became best friends. They leaned on each other when they needed it the most.

Eddie didn't understand how one minute she hated Steve and the next, she ran the second he called. He knew something happened between them. He tried to piece together a timeline, but he drew blanks.

~

She bounced back into the trailer with an apologetic smile on her face.

"Steve needs to talk some stuff out. He got in a fight with his dad. Can we raincheck the movie?" she asked

Eddie fought the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't surprised.

"Sure thing," Eddie smiled. He was good at pretending that nothing was wrong. So well that she had no idea she was ruining their relationship the more she picked Steve.

~~~

"Do you think you'll come to the hideout tonight?" Eddie asked as he wrapped his arms around Y/N. Her back to his chest as she crammed books in her locker.

His lips kissed her neck as he swayed them back and forth.

"Ew, get a room." Nancy gagged, but a smile on her face. Nancy loved seeing her sister in love. She was the main reason Nancy ended things with Steve.

Nancy wanted what Y/N and Eddie had, and she didn't feel like she did with Steve.

"Um, I'm sorry but I don't think I can." Y/N cringed as Eddie's touch was gone in a second.

Nancy sensed the air change and quickly left them alone. Nancy knew tonight was a meeting with the gang, they were worried the upside down was opening again. But Eddie couldn't know.

"Don't even tell me it's because you'll be with Steve." Eddie snapped.

Y/N felt nervous to turn around. She gulped as she turned around, that same apologetic look in her eyes.

"Why now? Can he just go to fucking therapy and stop using my girlfriend?"

"Eds, be nice," she tried, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was strongly irritated.

"What's wrong?" she asked, she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. She didn't hide the pain she felt when he backed away.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that my girlfriend doesn't seem to give a shit that I exist." Eddie spat, he wanted to keep his anger in check but he couldn't help but sound pissed.

"Of course I do! Tonight I just had prior plans."

"Cancel and come with me," Eddie said, his voice soft as he grabbed her hand. He turned his puppy eyes to her as he begged.

"I can't cancel, Eds." She sighed sadly

The anger washed up as quickly as it washed away.

He dropped her hand like it burned. Her hand was dead against her side as it dangled.

"Why not?" he challenged

"They all need me, baby," she said softly

Eddie shook his head and chuckled darkly.

"They do or Steve does?"

"Eddie, you know it's not like that, right?" She said, her heart broke as she watched the insecurity flash across his face. Had he been upset about Steve all this time? Was she a horrible girlfriend for not noticing?

"Just sometimes I need my girlfriend too," he said sadly, then walked off.

"Eddie, no wait," she said, she grabbed his hand. She felt her throat close up as he sniffled.

"Forget it. I'll tell you about the show whenever I see you."

"Eddie, please. I'm sorry." she tried, she wanted to tell him the truth but she couldn't.

"I know, I'll see you later," he said, his mouth in a tight line as he walked away.

~

Y/N couldn't focus during the meeting. Her brain focused on the little fight with Eddie. Had she been neglecting him? She would never intentionally hurt him and she hated that she still did.

Steve was listening to Dustin when he heard sniffles. He looked beside him and watched as Y/N silently cried. Her head down as she used her shirt to catch the tears.

"You okay?" Steve whispered in her ear

"Course," she said, putting on a fake smile as she looked at him

But looking at Steve made her think of Eddie. And thinking of Eddie caused a loud sob to escape.

The gang all looked in her direction. Nancy and Mike watched with concern as she stood up.

"Sorry, need a minute." she apologized, she raced up the stairs and closed the basement door behind her.

She dropped her body on the front step and let the sobs take over her body. She cried into her hands as the afternoon played through her head on an endless loop.

Steve followed behind her, he sat next to her and he wrapped his arms around her. She turned her body into his and sobbed. Her wet tears soaked his shirt as she sobbed.

"What is going on?" he whispered, he gently rubbed her back as she tried to get ahold of herself.

She told him everything that happened, Steve felt a puddle of guilt in his stomach. He pulled her away, it was his fault Eddie was upset.

They were lost in their own world, no idea that as Steve placed a comforting kiss on her forehead Eddie was in the driveway.

Eddie's heavy feet stomped towards them. They jumped apart hearing his boots crunch the sticks below.

Steve stood up and held his hands in defense

"Munson, I swear it-" but he didn't get to finish his sentence.

Eddie went at him, a huge right punch connected straight against Steve's eye. Steve crumbled to the grass instantly as he held his eye.

"EDDIE!" Y/N gasped, she quickly jumped in front of Steve as Eddie went to charge forward.

"Not like that right?" Eddie spat, his voice filled with venom as he shot her words right back at her.

"Eddie," Steve groaned as he stood up. He looked at Eddie with one eye, holding the bruising one. "It's not what you think, I swear."

"I don't give a single fuck about what you have to say" Eddie hissed as he pointed at Steve over Y/N's shoulder.

"Steve, can you give us a second?" Y/N asked, but her eyes never left Eddie.

Once she heard the front door shut, she took a deep breath.

"How could you do this to me?" Eddie asked, his voice cracked as the first round of tears fell down his face. "We were so in love. You used to love me so much. You used to never leave my side and now? Now I can barely remember the last time we even had sex."

"Oh Eddie," she whimpered as she stepped forward and held his face in her hands. She cried seeing him cry. "We are in love! I still love you. I love you more and more every day. I'm sorry I've gotten so caught up with Steve but I promise you it is not because I have feelings for him. I didn't know you were missing me so much."

"How could you know? You won't see me for more than ten minutes." he snapped, he grabbed her hands and shoved them off of his face. She tried to ignore the drop of her heart.

"You're right. I am so sorry. Talk to me, let's talk it out."

"I don't think I even want to anymore," he confessed. YN shook her head as she panicked.

"No, baby, You can do it, just tell me what you are feeling, please," she begged, she fought hard not to touch him. All she wanted was to wrap her arms around him but she couldn't tell if he wanted her to touch him.

"You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?" Eddie said, he lashed out as his tears turned into anger. His voice rose. "For Steve? I mean how could you even do this to Nancy?"

"She doesn't care because she knows we are just friends!" Y/N argued. "Like I've told you! There is nothing between him and I."

"YOU AND I USED TO BE FRIENDS, SHIT CHANGES Y/N!" he screamed, no doubt letting the neighbors know a fight was breaking out

"That's different." she cried, tears falling down her face.

"HOW?" he screamed as he stepped closer. Right in her face as he demanded his answer.

"BECAUSE I WAS ALREADY IN LOVE WITH YOU, ASSHOLE. I KNEW I LOVED YOU AND I HAD TO PRETEND I DIDN'T BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU AS A FRIEND. THAT IS WHY IT IS DIFFERENT. I'VE NEVER WANTED TO KISS STEVE OR WONDERED WHAT HE TASTED LIKE. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU!" she cried, it hurt to have him so close and not touch him. She wanted to have the right words to say.

"Then why has it only been Steve, lately?" Eddie asked, breaking down as the words left his tongue. More tears fell as he looked into her eyes. He used to see through her, but something happened and her eyes never told him the truth anymore.

"I can't tell you because it would kill me if you got hurt because of me." She watched as he nodded and choked back his tears. His red eyes looked into hers.

"You've been hurting me for months, and you are still breathing," her heart shattered as he began to step back, "Steve or not, it's clear you don't have the time for me. Take me off that full plate you have."

"Eddie, please don't" she sobbed as he kept stepping back. With each step he took, she made that step forward.

"If you ever truly loved me, you'll let me heal from you. I don't deserve to feel second best by my own girlfriend."

With those words, she stopped. She planted her feet in the grass as he turned around. She covered her mouth as he got in his van. Before he closed the door, she yelled his name.

He looked over at her

"I need you to know that I'm doing what you asked. I'll leave you alone and give you the space you need because it'll prove that I love you. Even if it kills me to never be with you again."

She watched as he didn't say a word, just closing his door and taking off down the road.

~~~

Mike had seen both his sisters experience breakups, but nothing as bad as Y/N.

It's been a week since the breakup, and Y/N barely leaves her room. She came out to use the bathroom, sometimes she'd sit in the kitchen and stare at the phone. She'd pray that he would call, but she knew he wouldn't. After a few hours, she'd go right back up to her room.

"Poor girl. I've never seen her so heartbroken." Karen said as she sat down at the dinner table. "Has she done any of the schoolwork she missed?"

"Barely, I've turned in a few of her assignments." Nancy said, "She won't even talk to me about it."

"Shame on that boy for hurting her," Karen said as she shook her head, "I wish I could smack some sense into him."

His mom's words gave Mike an idea.

~

The next morning Mike biked to Eddie's trailer. It was a Saturday morning so he knew Eddie would be rotting in bed.

He was done seeing his sister lose herself

and he was done with Eddie's cranky ass during Hellfire.

He threw his bike into the dirt as he raced up to Eddie's trailer. He pounded on the door.

"Wheeler?" Eddie said confused, his eyes half open as he yawned.

"We need to talk," Mike snapped, letting himself in the trailer and sitting on the couch.

"Great, another fight with a wheeler," Eddie mumbled to himself.

"What can I help you with?" Eddie asked as he stood.

"Why does it look like you are sleeping on the couch?" Mike asked with sass as he pushed the bundle of blankets out of his way. "Bedroom reeks of all the random girls you've been sleeping with?" he hissed.

"Woah, little Wheeler. What I do in my bedroom is none of your business. What makes you think I'm sleeping with random girls? Is that how your sister is dealing with the breakup?" Eddie asked, he couldn't help but get mad at his own words.

"Oh shut your mouth," Mike snapped, "my sister isn't this whore you claim her to be."

"I know, that was uncalled for," Eddie said, "how...how is she?" he couldn't help but ask. It had been eating him up all week. He hadn't seen her once, hadn't heard her voice, and it killed him. He had no idea if she was breaking apart or completely fine with Eddie gone.

"Answer my question first," Mike demanded, he got off the couch and walked to Eddie's room. If there was a girl in there, Mike swore he'd kill Eddie before the upside-down had the chance.

"WHEELER!" Eddie yelled but Mike carried on. He flew Eddie's door open. And it was empty. The bed set is perfectly made, with a flower on the pillow with a note attached.

"And what slut is this for? Moving on already?" Mike snapped. He reached forward and grabbed the note.

"Give me that!" Eddie snapped back, snatching the note from his hands. "I'm not sleeping with anyone, okay? I haven't been in here since the breakup. She made my bed that morning and wrote me a note, and this was the first flower someone had given me. I just wanted to leave everything the way she touched it." Eddie explained. The room held too many memories, and it smelled of her.

"Can we talk in the living room?"

Mike nodded, knowing not to push Eddie further.

They walked back into the living room as Eddie closed his bedroom door. Eddie took a seat next to Mike.

"She's heartbroken," Mike said, Eddie looked over at him. "She doesn't eat, barely sleeps, and stares at the phone the second school ends until she knows you are asleep. She's miserable and it's all your fault!" Mike said, pissed at Eddie for hurting his sister. Mike stood up so he could tower over Eddie, by a little.

"You broke her and you better fix it!"

"I didn't do anything, Mike. You are too young to understand, but our relationship wasn't the same." Eddie sighed. He did feel awful hearing about how bad she was doing. Guilt in his bones as he pictured her staring at the phone.

There were so many times he wanted to call. At one point he didn't care if she ever had feelings for Steve, he wanted to be with her anyway. He'd watch her kiss Steve a thousand times if she still picked Eddie to come home to.

"I might be young, but I'm not an idiot. Steve never liked her, he is still hung up on Nancy. And Y/N never liked Steve more than a friend. Hell, she barely understood what Nancy saw in him because he wasn't you. She is so in love with you that you are literally the only guy she sees worthy. I don't blame you for wanting to protect yourself. But she has been killing herself to protect you."

"But I don't understand why she can't tell me! We've been in a relationship for over a year, and she still has these secrets!" Eddie argued.

"It's not her secret to tell! It's mine, okay?" Mike said, Eddie looked at him confused. "What I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane. But you have to believe me. It'll explain why Y/N thought it would protect you to keep you out of it."

Eddie sat and listened as Mike explained what happened over the past year. The upside down and the battles. How Y/N and Steve got thrown together and they could only turn to each other because of it. But it all made sense. She kept promising she couldn't tell because if he got hurt, it would kill her. Because if Eddie got hurt, he wouldn't survive.

~~~

Eddie waited a day before he picked up the phone. He felt nervous as he dialed the number he knew by heart.

It rang for a second before a voice appeared on the other end

"Hello, Y/N speaking,"

Eddie closed his eyes at the sadness in her voice.

"Hey, darling. It's, uh me, Eddie." He stuttered out

"I knew it was you by the first word," she laughed sadly. She hated how hard it seemed to talk to him. Like she didn't know what to say.

"Right," he chuckled, "I was hoping we could talk? Maybe better in person?" He drummed his hands against the wall as he heard her breathing heavily through the phone.

"Yeah, um when and where?" Her voice cracked as she blinked back her tears. This was the final moment, he wanted to break it off officially. She gave him his space and he was ready for it to be forever.

"Please don't cry, sweetheart." He begged, choking up himself as he listened to her.

"I'm fine!" She lied, "Just tell me when and where."

"My place and the sooner the better."

He clenched his eyes in pain as she whimpered and let out a soft okay before the phone went dead.

~

She drove over to his trailer, unable to keep the tears back.

She was scared to see him again. She barely kept it together hearing his voice again. She didn't want to cry when she saw him, but it was all she had been doing for the past week.

Eddie was against his trailer smoking a cigarette when she pulled up. She took another deep breath as she turned off the car. Even having that small glimpse sent her head into a spiral.

Eddie smashed his cigarette as she walked up to him. She wore one of his old hoodies, and a pair of sweats she stole after their first movie date. Her eyes were majority swollen and red. Her nose was red as she rubbed it with his sleeve.

"Hi, sweets" Eddie cooed, as he opened his arms. Within seconds her body crashed into his as she wrapped her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin on her head, inhaling her scent. He kissed her head, and every painful feeling in his body melted away.

She sobbed as she inhaled his clothes. All she wanted was to be with him again, and she was. She kept squeezing him tighter, hoping he'd feel closer.

"Don't cry, my love," he said into her hair, rubbing her back.

"I missed you so much," she sobbed, "it was so hard to give you the space you wanted."

"I missed you too, baby girl. I'm so sorry I made you give me space. I'm so sorry for the mess I made since I didn't communicate when I should have. Let's go inside." He let go of her body but laced his hand with hers as they walked into the trailer. Eddie led her to his room, he opened the door and closed it behind him. She refused to let go of his hand, but he didn't ask her to.

She wasn't sure how long she'd have before he wanted space again. He sat beside her as she looked around his room. She noticed it was the same as a week ago, but she didn't say anything.

instead of sitting next to her, he dropped to his knees and rested his head on her lap. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, she scratched his head in the way he loves.

"I'm sorry for fucking this up. I should have trusted you, I'm sorry I didn't. I thought I needed space, but all it did was make me miss you." He melted into her touch as her fingers continued to run through his hair. "I'm so in love with you. I wasn't used to sharing you and I felt like I was losing you." His puppy eyes looked up at her as he sat up on his knees.

He laced his hands with hers and rested them on her lap

"I'm sorry for not realizing how much I was hurting you. You are the only boy I'd ever want. I love you and that won't ever change." She said she unlaced their hands so she could cup his face. Her thumbs rubbed his wet cheeks as she leaned in and placed her lips on his.

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms resting on her back as he kissed her back. Eddie straightened himself as he deepened the kiss. He kept his lips on hers as he pushed her back and stood up. Her back was against his mattress as he climbed on top of her. The kiss grew more intense and hungry as her hands moved to his stomach. His right hand rested on her cheek, he moaned as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss sent goosebumps rising on her skin. The feelings she felt when she kissed Eddie never went away, it was always butterflies and needing more.

Eddie pulled away for air, his eyes soaking her in. She was slow to open her eyes but when she did she was staring into Eddie's.

“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with” she whispered

"Just like the note said." he smiled

"Just like the note said," she laughed. Already missing his lips, she placed her hand on the back of his neck and brought his lips to hers. She frowned when Eddie pulled back a little, not letting their lips meet.

"Before I get carried away with you," Eddie winked, she blushed and bit her lip. "Will you be my girl again?"

"I never stopped,"

Eddie smiled and smashed his lips back on hers. They hungrily touched each other, showing how much they missed it and never wanted space again.

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[cutielando]

I just finished reading your chubby reader fic which I loved as a chubby girl myself!! I was wondering if you could do something similar with like a fit gym girlie I feel like muscle mummy’s tend to be forgotten a lot!

a/n: of course! people always overlook a gym mummy!!

my masterlist

warnings: gymrat!reader (reader is described as being muscly and frequenting the gym)

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Lando has always been keen on exercising. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter, seeing as his job required him to be in the best shape possible. 

However, that doesn’t mean that he looks down on people who don’t exercise as regularly as he did or at all. Every person was entitled to their own routine, in his opinion.

But when he met you, someone who lived and breathed exercise and hitting the gym, he felt like he had hit the jackpot. Being in the gym together, sharing your love for exercise with each other and always pushing one another to better themselves.

It was a dream come true, frankly. 

The first time he had suggested joining you for your workout, he figured you would go easy on yourself, do some light exercises and call it a day. The shock on his face when he saw you lifting weights, twice the weight he himself could barely lift, was something out of a movie.

You had found it so endearing, seeing him staring at you with such a perplexed expression and shock, you found it sweet and funny at the same time.

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve suddenly grown 3 heads that I don’t know about?” you joked once you had put the weights back and joined him where he was standing.

“You know you just lifted twice what I can lift, right?” he said, eyes still wide and staring back at you.

You laughed, holding your belly as your laughter rang through the fairly empty gym. This was one of your favorite things about living with Lando, the fact that the apartment building where you both lived had a private gym exclusive only for the residents.

“Babe, you know I’ve been a gym rat for years now. What did you think I’ve been doing all this time?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Lando shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“I don’t know, running on the treadmill? I figured you lifted weights and all that stuff, but I didn’t think you could lift more than me. And I’ve been training straight up hardcore my entire life” he explained, scratching the back of his neck before he reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting yourself melt against his body.

“I can do more than that, but I’m still jet-lagged and my body takes a while to recover, you know” you explained, making the shock return twice as intense.

Lando could swear his brain was malfunctioning. He didn’t know why or how, but the way you were speaking and the things you were saying were doing things to him. He found you so attractive before, but now it had reached a whole other level.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?’ he asked, his voice having dropped to a dangerous low mumble.

You bit your lip, looking into his eyes sensually. If you had known this was all it took to get to him, you would have brought him with you a very long time ago.

“You have, and I could say the same about you. However, as much as I want to jump your bones this very second in this very gym, I need to finish my workout and you need to work on your neck” you said, your lips brushing against his as you suddenly pull away from him and make your way towards the treadmill for a running session.

Lando stared dumbfounded as you walked away from him like nothing had happened, getting back to your workout just like that.

He would lie if he said he didn’t want to just ditch his workout and take you upstairs, but he knew Jon would be coming soon enough to help him with his neck training and he didn’t want to have to explain to him why he decided to skip it.

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Ever since that first day in the gym, Lando had insisted on joining you for every workout routine that he had time to attend. It didn’t matter if he had just got back from a race halfway across the globe, or he was tired and sore.

He wanted to be there, even if it was just to watch and admire.

“Baby, you’re tired, you really don’t have to come with me” you argued with him one very early morning as you were getting ready to go downstairs to the gym.

Lando had just got back home very late last night, having flown all the way from China. The amount of sleep he got was nowhere near enough for him to get enough rest after such a busy weekend.

And yet there he was, wide awake before 8 am and ready to go watch you while you work out. 

“But I want to watch you” he pouted, his eyes barely open. His hair was fluffy and his curls were sticking up in every possible direction.

You sighed, knowing you would never be able to say no when he looked at you like that, lips all pouty and those puppy dog eyes staring right into your soul.

“You need to sleep, love. You’ve barely had any time to rest this weekend and when you finally come home you’d rather come and watch me exercise than get some sleep?” you asked, smiling slightly, but you already knew the answer.

“I would rather spend any time with you than sleep. If you’re not here with me then what’s the point of sleeping?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You chuckled, shaking your head. He knew how to weasel his way straight into your heart, saying things like that which you couldn’t overlook.

Once he noticed the defeated look on your face, he got up from the bed and took your hand, offering to carry your bag downstairs.

When you arrived downstairs, you were pleased to see that there was nobody in the gym at that hour, giving you two some much needed privacy.

“Alright, I’m going to run on the treadmill for a while and then do some leg lifting. Are you okay here by yourself for a little while?” you asked him once you put your earphones in and your headband on your head.

He nodded, taking a seat on a bench in the middle of the room. The sight all but melted your heart, the way he sat there with his hands on his lap, like a little kid waiting for his mother.

You nodded and leaned in to quickly kiss him on the lips, turning on your music and getting to work.

It wasn’t even 20 minutes after that you got off the treadmill and noticed Lando had fallen asleep on the bench, his head resting on his knee. You pouted, taking out your phone and snapping a quick picture.

Because you knew there was no way he was comfortable in that position, you decided to cut your workout short and get him to bed, figuring you could get some more sleep yourself.

“Lando, baby. Come on, let’s go upstairs” you slowly shook him awake, his eyes opening and meeting yours sleepily.

“Are you done working out?” he asked, stretching a little and looking around, seeing you more rested than you usually were.

“I only ran on the treadmill today, I’m skipping my legs session today so we can catch up on some sleep together” you explained, taking his hand and trying to get him to follow you upstairs.

He protested, shaking his head and not moving an inch.

“No, go on and finish. We can get some sleep later. I don’t want you to jeopardize your routine because of me. I’ll watch, do your thing” he said and planted himself more comfortable on the bench, now facing towards the apparatus he knew you would be using.

You smiled lightly, finding his obsession with watching you train endearing.

Never before in your life had anyone been as supportive of your workouts than Lando has been. Compromising his sleep schedule just to see you train and do your thing, sleeping on a gym bench just so he could watch you in your element.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life, someone just as passionate about the gym as you were.

Maybe even more.

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[emphistic]

Overture

A/N: the most boring part of the series, but background information is necessary, sadly.

-> Series m.list

To start, Sukuna didn’t need the money. He needed the thrill.

When he was in middle school, everyone was always focused on the fun, exciting parts of life. Like, meeting new people, making friends, and spending free time playing with friends.

But once he entered high school, things were different. Really different. In short: Everyone just wanted to leave. People cared about looks, money, who had the latest shoes or bags or clothes. And Sukuna?—Sukuna Ryomen was one hell of a lucky guy.

He had it all, as most people claimed.

His parents were wealthy enough that he wasn’t the laughing stock of the whole neighborhood. He was always provided with the newest devices, he had the shiniest cars, he really, really had it all. 

Not to mention, he was definitely a conventionally attractive guy. Every second, every minute, there was at least one person throwing themself on his arm.

It didn’t help that he was on the basketball team as well. He gained popularity fast.

But, Sukuna didn’t give a single fuck about any of those things. Yeah, he was a cocky asshole, but hey—anyone who had what he had would probably, most definitely be the same way.

What most people forgot about in high school, however, were the more important qualities, aspects, and personalities of a person.

You, on the other hand, didn’t forget about any of that stuff. That’s why, as soon as you saw that pink-haired douchebag walk into the classroom as if he owned the place, you automatically knew you wouldn’t like him one bit. And one bit, you did not like him.

However, you did decide to test the waters, in case Sukuna was a different person after you talked to him. But he was not.

You tried to be understanding, excusing his attitude and rude words for “first-day-nervousness”, but when you introduced yourself and he said, “I don’t give a shit who you are; you’re in my way. Move,” you had had it. You narrowed your eyes at the man, and simply turned around, not wanting to engage in any more of his ridiculousness.

As you walked away, something clicked in Sukuna Ryomen that day.

If you hadn’t worn that adorable hairstyle, that color-coded outfit, and that intricately designed jewelry on that one specific day, maybe, just maybe, Sukuna would have never crossed your path again after that interaction.

But no, you did. And that made all the difference.

From that day forward, Sukuna found out your schedule from several different peers, and if they asked him why he wanted it, he would just narrow those crimson-red eyes of his, and he quickly got what he wanted.

A few meetings with the guidance counselor were all it took for Sukuna to be able to change his classes in order to almost completely match his schedule with yours.

But that wasn’t all he did.

Sukuna went to great lengths just to ruin your day, mood, life, whatever came first.

Sometimes a tug on your hair, sometimes a paper ball thrown at your back, sometimes a humorous insult, sometimes flat-tiring you, sometimes pushing you down the stairs, it didn’t matter what he did, you hated him and his guts and every fiber of his fucking body after he started doing all those things to you.

But what you hated most, was his smile.

His stupid, stupid smile.

The smile which sent girls to their knees.

The smile which sent you to say, “Ugh, oh, please.”

The smile which he flashed after bumping into you intentionally or unintentionally in the hallway.

The smile which he flashed after winning every basketball game of his, and albeit you didn’t know at the time, it was a smile he aimed at you, if you were dragged to one of his games by your friends.

When time for college arrived, you were excited to finally be able to escape your pink-haired tormentor. But when you came across a mop of unruly pink hair on the campus of Jujutsu Tech one day, you almost fainted right then and there.

It had been roughly two years since you almost killed yourself on the spot, but you had learned — though very dubitable at first, that Sukuna had supposedly changed and supposedly grown as a person. If you were to speak literally, however, Sukuna did grow, very much to say the least.

In high school he was already more than a few inches taller than you, but now—he was almost double your height!

Okay, that’s a little over exaggerated, as your friends would say, but you get the point. Some days, you even mistook Sukuna for a pole.

And while you were living the life in college, Sukuna was getting quite bored with himself, to be honest. 

Surprising, isn’t it? But it’s true. Take, for example, right now:

A clink echoed, though barely audible beneath the booming music, as two glasses met under the dingy overhanging lights.

“It can’t be that hard,” Sukuna retorted, taking a swig of his drink — whiskey; he didn’t like it. But it’s all this lame ass house party had, so what else can one do? “Don’t be a pussy, and man up.”

Sukuna had just won another game of the season, obviously, and as captain, was invited to an after party of some sort. And if he could be honest right now, he would probably punch everyone in the face, and go to bed.

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” Naoya grumbled, crossing his arms and slouching against the kitchen wall.

Naoya Zen’in — shooting guard of the Jujutsu Tech basketball team, if there was one word to describe him, it would be: womanizer, without a doubt.

Sukuna never liked the blond, but he was on his basketball team, so it was inevitable for them to become somewhat acquainted with one another.

Plus, the Zen’ins were pretty influential throughout the area. Old money. As most people say. They donated heavily and annually towards various funding organizations. And, if not for them, the college — which Sukuna and Naoya both attended — would probably be in the dumps right now.

His current target was you. The goodie-two-shoes of the century, the girl who constantly reprimanded Sukuna for his bad habits, the girl who was probably president of Student Council — Sukuna didn’t give a shit about that sort of thing, so he knew you were on it, but he didn’t know your role, and the girl who tutored Sukuna on basically everything.

Now, Sukuna had to admit, it was a little strange.

Naoya mainly went for girls with comically small waists, long legs, big “personality,” skimpy clothes, and caked-up makeup. But you? Yeah, you were totally different. But not in a bad way, no.

You were pretty, no one could deny that. But you weren’t — Sukuna didn’t know the right word — a total bitch. So you obviously weren’t Naoya’s soulmate.

“She’s just—I don’t know, man. I’ve been trying to get her to tutor me, because I hoped that maybe then she would let me in her bed, but, ugh, she’s as hard as a rock. Says she doesn’t do stuff like that anymore. And, y’know me, captain, I love a stubborn woman in bed, but not if we aren’t even at that stage yet! I—fuck.”

Naoya pinched the space between his brows in frustration.

As Sukuna stood under the fluorescent over-hanging lights in the kitchen of some person’s house — whom he didn’t even know the name of, Sukuna mulled over Naoya’s words, and stared at the blank, dull ceiling.

Sukuna was an asshole, sure, but he wasn’t Naoya-asshole level.

He just wanted to get out of this place.

“Anyway, enough about me. I’m kinda curious, y’know, about when was the last time you had a girl on your arm?”

Sukuna looked down at the blond, and narrowed his crimson-red eyes at him. “The fuck you asking for?”

“Oh, I don’t know. But, it’s been kinda desolate these days, hasn’t it? I’m sure you’re bored. And I know I’m bored—”

“Cut the crap, Zen'in. What do you want?”

“Right to the chase, huh? — I want to see something interesting, for once. Let’s make a bet, captain.”

Sukuna arched a brow, a little curious.

“I want to see you do the impossible, Ryomen. Get little Miss President to go out with you.”

“. . . And just how much are you willing to bet, Zen’in?”

“Fifteen thousand yen. And if you can do more than just a date, we’ll keep on playing, and I’ll continue to raise the wage.”

Sukuna kept silent. Naoya was right, Sukuna was bored, and thrill was just what he needed.

The two men, standing under the orange light in the empty kitchen, shook on it.

What could he lose, anyway?

He needed the thrill.

Moments later, after a quick trip to the bathroom, Sukuna departed from the scene, in search of his bed. And, the next morning, when he woke up with a pounding headache, he merely downed some Advil and scrolled through his contacts list.

His eyes scanned for one name, and one name only.

He needed the thrill.

The universe was unforgiving when you answered after only two rings, and maybe, just maybe, all that followed consequently was your punishment for even picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

And when he told himself this was all just going to be a harmless joke for fun, and that even you would laugh at it in the end yourself, he almost believed his own words.

Alas, he needed the thrill.

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[calypsocolada]

who fell first and who fell harder...? ft. yuji, yuta, ino, geto, kokichi, nanami, choso, toji, gojo, & megumi

authors note: hi hi hi. this is inspiried by a lot of things but mostly the new season of bridgerton that I finished in one day.

cw: gender neutral reader, fluff

wc: 1k

You fell first but Yuji fell harder. Yuji thought all of your advances were just friendly jokes. He falls the exact moment you give up flirting and call him your best friend. He wasn’t sure why that word made him feel slightly vindicated. When he walks you home later that night out of nowhere he asks if he can kiss you. When you asked why he said it was because he didn’t just want to be your friend, but something more.

-

Yuta fell first and harder. You’ve known him since childhood. You two first kissed after a game of hide and seek when you were kids. Yuta has loved you since the first moment he met you and will love you the rest of his life. He’s a very devoted person.

-

Ino fell first and harder. You and Ino got close during training. You had been asked out by someone else and enlisted Ino to teach you about dates and kissing. Ino jumped at the chance to teach you and the moment your lips met his, he about lost his goddamn mind. He went in for seconds and when your hand slid into his hair he practically begged you not to go out with the other person. The moment he kissed you you had totally forgotten the existence of the other person.

-

Geto fell first but you fell harder. Geto didn’t have much love for your kind and you didn’t have much love for his superiority. After enlisting him to rid a curse from you you overheard him referring to your kind as something you didn’t like to repeat. You gave him a piece of your mind and after a day passed he found you again and apologized. You accepted but still felt sort of angry with him. You saw him a few times after that and something sparked in the fire that you felt for him. Something that wasn’t complete and utter dislike. He must’ve sensed it because when you were leaving one night he grabbed you and kissed you hard.

-

You fell first but Kokichi fell harder. You admired him. He was smart and cunning but everytime he spoke to you he made you feel stupid. So you stopped speaking to him. That little trick did a number on him. Where was his little shadow? He seeked you out and when you told him how much of a know it all he was he sat beside you and shared his lunch. He had to work a lot to earn your favor.

-

You fell first but Nanami fell harder. You thought he was out of your league so you tried moving on. You asked if he’d pretend to be your date for a friend's wedding. He was a good friend and you felt comfortable with him. He agreed and after one day of pretending broke down and kissed you in the hallway on the way back to your shared suit. You two didn’t have to pretend after that.

-

Choso fell first and harder. You wanted to make someone jealous so you asked your friend Choso to help you. He didn’t seem to want to help. You asked why and it just made him shy but after a day or two he agreed. He was great at it and the other person you wanted to make jealous asked you out by the end of the week. When you told Choso this he sort of shut down. He chased you down on your date and shamelessly revealed his feelings. Your poor date was left alone that night.

-

You fell first but Toji fell harder. This man didn’t know he had something special until you walked out. Months passed and you had finally healed and moved on from the whole ordeal. That was until he darkened your doorstep once again. You were quick to turn him down but he was persistent. It was aggravating but he knew you way too well. He didn’t make those mistakes ever again.

-

Gojo fell first but you fell harder. Gojo was a nuisance. He never left you alone. He always asked for you on missions just to annoy you. Or so you thought. You realized after hurting his feelings that all his close proximity wasn’t to annoy you but just simply to be close to you. After you apologized he asked you to apologize again, a bit louder this time and when you rolled your eyes he kissed you.

-

You fell first and harder. You and Megumi were paired up on an assignment you got to know him through the silence. He chose his words carefully and was protective. You let your feelings be known and he rejected you at first. He’s shy. You apologized the next day and he told you your apology wasn’t necessary and when you asked why it seemed words failed him. He stared at your lips for more than enough seconds before informing you that he couldn’t sleep the night before, couldn’t stop thinking about how much he didn’t want you to slip from his grasp. When you seemed confused he just sighed and kissed you.

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[silken-moonlight]

Older Alpha and Human Waitress Part Two

A/N: Here you will find part one. I hope you like part two! It's difficult for me to write story-oriented, since I am very used to introducing characters and their stories. I hope you guys like this! I am tired now and definitely have to catch up on some sleep. See you in the morning! -Swan/Moon

Your POV

You were already feeling a little tired when you went to work. You always worked in the afternoon, since your workplace does not open before 3 p.m. So you had the whole morning and noon to yourself. Usually you slept a little longer, but today your father had needed someone to accompany him to his doctor's visit. Since you were the only child of your parents, the responsibility to take care of them fell on you. You had a wonderful relationship with your parents; however, being always the one to care for them, since they both are chronically sick, could be draining. Sure, they could do most things on their own, but they had bad days where they needed your assistance. Also, somebody needed to take care of the two dogs from your parents: two corgis, Pumpkin and Spice, who were just lovely and brought your parents so much joy.

So after fulfilling said responsibilities for the day, you made yourself ready for work. Quickly arriving at your workplace by tram, your coworker, Andy, was already there. He had the first shift, and you had the second. Quickly, you walked to the staff's changing rooms and put your things in your locker. There wasn't a work uniform like in some other restaurants; the only requirement your workplace had was black clothing and the apron provided by the restaurant. It allowed you to wear something that at least slightly resembled your personal style. Today, you had decided on some loose pants and a basic black T-shirt with a pretty neckline.

You did the usual: checking if there were enough straws at the bar, having a quick chat with the kitchen about the reservations for today, and checking if there were enough coasters. You kept yourself busy while Andy took on the few tables.

Everything was really slow and nice for the first two hours. You looked at the door once and suddenly saw a familiar face. The tall man from yesterday walked in. You were a little afraid you had messed something up, since why would he return to the restaurant the next day? He gave you the most subtle smile when he saw you, greeting you with a nod while Andy brought him to a table. Seemingly, he had returned to eat here again. The barkeeper, Mandy, leaned over to you: ""The hottie is back," she said and wiggled her eyebrows, a unique talent of hers. You laughed. "Well, shoot your shot then. You could ask him for his number," you suggested while you looked over at the man from yesterday. You had to admit, he was really attractive—totally your type. He was tall, possessed dark, long hair and a beard. Gods above, you loved it when a man had a well-kept beard. His eyes held such a stern and dominant gaze. Also, he was older than you. You always had a thing for older men.

It was something about the stability an older man brought. Often, they had their lives already figured out and set their priorities. At least in your mind, an older man would not play games or create big drama like guys your age did.Also, you could not hear a: "Yeah, I am too young for settling down, ever again." That was the sentence with which your last boyfriend broke up with you. Also, he had told you that he felt neglected because you had to take care of your parents. He also added that you were no fun, never going to parties and never drinking until you passed out. He was bored by the nature walks you had dragged him to...Your ex's list went on with boring things about you. Honestly, it had hurt a lot hearing that from him, but you had found your peace in it.

"I will try my shot later," Mandy told her while she began to prepare the drinks that had been ordered. Quickly, you stood at the attractive man's table again, setting down his drinks like yesterday. "Well, hello again." You greeted him with your usual waitress smile. "Didn't think to see you so fast again," you added. Again, he gave you the most subtle smile. "Sometimes such unforeseen events happen." You kept your smile but internally wondered about his strange answer. You walked back to the bar with a strange feeling in your chest. You wanted to continue to talk to him, however, work was waiting for you.

A couple of hours passed; guests went and came, but the man stayed. It was a little weird; however, you wouldn't complain since yesterday he had given such a large tip. He didn't really fit into the vibe of the restaurant. With his dark suit... why did men in suits always look that good?

While she was serving another table, her attention had slipped, and some of the cutlery had fallen from her tray onto the ground. Nothing happened but a loud bang as it met the floor. The guest, however, was not amused. "Can you not be a bit more attentive? You startled me!" The woman nagged and scolded you. "I am so sorry," you said to her as you went to pick up the cutlery from the floor. The woman went on about how unprofessionally you were behaving. You just nodded along, aware you weren't allowed to sass back. When she was finally finished, the attractive men waved you over. "Are you okay?" He almost asked genzly, his gaze meeting hers. "Yeah, I'm okay. Not the first time somebody scolded me for being 'unprofessional'." You told him, he frowned. "Pwople should really have more respect, I mean I am very sure you do not work here for fun." He said that, and you nodded, still a little dulled from the woman's little tantrum. "Thank you for saying that; some people are just...not nice," you added carefully. He gave you a soft smile this time. "If anyone gives you trouble, you can call me, sweetheart," he said to you and gave you a little card. It was dark gray, and the name Desmond Lyall and his phone number were printed on it in gold letters. "Thank you," you answered, and a flush crept onto your cheeks. You tried not to think much of it as you returned to the bar. He had just been nice to you because he pitied you—you told yourself.

The hours passed until the restaurant closed. Again, he left a big tip. The tips of the day were collected and split evenly between all colleagues who worked that day; that was written in your contract. Today’s tip was quite large due to—now you knew his name—Desmond’s tip.

The next day, you went to work, even more tired than before. You had to drive to the animal clinic in the night; Pumpkin had whined in pain half the night. The doctors told you that he had a stomach flu and gave you the medications for it. You didn’t sleep after that, watching over your dog as he finally had been able to rest properly.

The biggest surprise, however, was when once again Desmond walked in. “Back again?” you asked with a teasing smile. He chuckled:"Well, what can I say? I've been caught by the beauty of a certain worker here." You laughed. "I'll tell Andy that, maybe you can get his number." You said, chuckling. "Well, the person I have in mind is female." You smiled at him and then looked over to Mandy, who had just come down from upstairs. You were sure he meant her, as he had often ordered a specific drink from the bar. Surely she must have caught his eye; she was a beautiful woman.

Once again, he stayed long, engaging in small talk with you. You enjoyed it; he was kind and used a specific kind of wit. It was refreshing and nice. He told you he was there on a business trip; you knew that before, but he told you again. He told you about his family; he seemed to have quite a large one. He asked you about yours, so you told him about your parents' illnesses. Even about your ex-boyfriend.

"I honestly gave up on love," you told him with a subtle wit in your voice. "Oh, don't be so sure; a pretty thing like you will have countless people who want to date you," he said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes but laughed. "Charmer. But no, I don't go out much, so I don't meet many people. I don't want to, actually. I prefer to be on my own; at least I have some peace and quiet then." He smiled knowingly at you. "We have that in common because, of my work, I am forced to have some business friends. But I prefer to be alone too." You nodded:"Sounds similar to me, I have some friends still from school...They always trying to get me to meet them at some kind of party. But i do not feel comfortable there, I am more of a stay-at-home-and-read-a-book or a-take-a-walk-in-the-forest-instead-person." You went on.

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[vanishedinvain]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄

—𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader (but she doesn't show up yet, sorry lol)

summary: benedict's last moment of contentment before the storm that marooned his dreams.

warnings: very very brief mention of a gun, baby's first fic (it's me, i'm baby)

wc: 1.6k

next chapter // series masterlist

The Wiminet Art House sits just outside the limits of Mayfair, owned by the Dowager Baroness Lyra Wiminet. It is only half the size of a wing at Somerset House, and most of the artists are either anonymous or so unknown, they are as good as anonymous. It crams in an overwhelming number of pieces, barely a centimeter between each frame. It features a myriad of styles: soft landscapes, portraits, absurd finger-paintings, violent war scenes. 

When it first opened, every London newspaper dismissed it as the eccentricity of a widow, mad without a man to guide her. There was no cohesion, they said. Downright tasteless. Where was the class? The refinement? It was a laughingstock for all of two days before the ton moved on as they always did.

It was also Benedict Bridgerton’s most frequented gallery. And Eloise had no idea why.

“You have been here at least twenty times in the past year, and they have only changed a single painting,” Eloise pointed out on one of these trips. Though she did not prefer to visit the same blasted gallery with the same blasted paintings, it was more merciful than watching Daphne and their mother flit about the house searching for the perfect dress to secure a proposal from the Prussian prince.

Plus her brother promised to buy her an apricot ice afterwards.

“What could possibly be left to see?” she asked.

They were standing in front of a rather large seascape, one that spanned a quarter of the wall. Benedict turned away to look at Eloise, a grimace upon her face as she tried to see what her brother saw. It was a quality Benedict most appreciated in her; she was stubborn and quick to snark, but she never wrote off his interests as frivolous. She was attempting to understand, even if she was staring at the painting like it personally offended her.  

“Do you remember when you were eleven and Colin brought home that mystery novel for all of us? The one where an opera singer was killed in the middle of a show.”

“An Aria Most Deadly,” she recalled, smiling, “I couldn’t put it down. Col was scolded for bringing home such a—how did Mama word it?—terribly gruesome and improper book.”

He chuckled, remembering their mother’s scandalized face. As Colin was being scolded, she had set the book down on the settee. Eloise, ever nimble, snatched it and ran up to her room with nary a scuff across the floor.

“You re-read it over and over, looking for the clues, even after you’d finished it days prior. A snide comment from the stagehand that was once humorous turned dark. The author’s insistence on describing the location of the candelabra suddenly became obvious.”

“The details were so much clearer in hindsight,” she remarked.

“That is usually the privilege of hindsight.” He gestured back to the painting in front of them. “What do you see?”

She stared for a moment, tilting her head to one side to see if a change in angle would help. It was a turbulent scene, violent even, with outbursts of red and orange screaming amongst the cerulean and imposing slate clouds as the ship went down.

“A shipwreck?” Eloise answered with a shrug. “An unfortunately timed storm?”

Benedict stepped back, and grabbed Eloise by the shoulders, shifting her to the right so that she could stand in his place. “Do you see that spot of red on the ship?”

She squinted slightly. “Clearly, a fire broke out on the ship. Likely from the gunpowder catching on the wood. I mean, it says it in the title, Ship on Fire in Water,” she said, reading off the plaque underneath.

“But look closer at this spot of red at the front of the ship. Or that one by the captain’s quarters. Compare it to how the artist paints the flames,” Benedict insisted, gesturing to each area of interest. “He or she blends out the flames with orange and a bit of yellow usually. But these particular spots aren’t. They’re blended with brown. Maybe even a bit of black. That’s not fire, is it?”

Her eyebrows raised as the realization dawned on her. “It’s blood! Someone was killed. The captain, maybe?” She turned back to look at him in unbridled excitement at the newly-uncovered narrative.

Benedict smiled widely, crinkles forming around his eyes, watching his little sister finally get it, get him. “Possibly.”

“What do you think was the motive? Was it a mutiny?”

He shrugged. “That I am unsure of, dear sister. Every time I come back, I see something new. So, perhaps we need to look at it longer. Or make our rounds and come back with fresh eyes.”

Eloise had bounded off before he even finished.

They spent another two hours in the gallery, making little comments on each one, attempting to decipher a story from it. They even requested a step-ladder for the ones that had been skied because Benedict, having met Lady Wiminet, knew that there was no rhyme or reason as to the placement of each painting.

There was a most brilliant park scene about half a meter down from the ceiling. The artist did not draw a realistic, soft sunset, but a heightened one with punchy plums and a bright tangerine shade to blend. It was a bold choice that Benedict would’ve never thought of. The scene itself was of a promenade, much to Eloise’s displeasure, but she found amusement in mapping out the interpersonal relationships of the swans in the lake.

They made their way back to the bloodied, fiery ship shipwreck, standing in amicable silence before Eloise spoke.

“I understand it now. Why you've been here twenty times. Why you sketch until your fingers shake at dinner, but then use your drawings as fire kindle at night. You’re chasing greatness.”

“I want to get one of mine on these walls one day, El,” he said quietly, as if they weren’t the only people in the room. It was the first time he had admitted that ambition out loud.

“You will,” she replied, equally quiet back.

He sighed in relief. He wasn’t worried about Eloise’s reaction, though her vote of confidence was cherished. He was worried about being so unworthy that the words would refuse to roll off his tongue, lodging in his throat as a croak. But the idea was out there now, and a mirthful giddiness sprouted forth in the soil where his insecurities were rooted.

“I’d be anonymous, though,” he added after a pause.

She frowned, but neither of them made further comments on the subject. He already understood what she didn't verbalize. She dreaded living and dying in anonymity without a university degree or prolific novel attached to her name, something to outlast her that wasn’t a dullard husband or terrifying child. She could not stand the thought that the world might feel zero impact from her existence. 

Benedict, however, was far less eager to sign his name on a canvas. He could be displayed in any gallery in England if he simply asked, regardless of whether he was even good enough. Who would dare criticize a Bridgerton painting, with nine generations of viscounts breathing down their necks? If he were to ever put his name on any of his work, he wanted—needed—to be so good that everyone would be too awestruck by what was in front of them to check whose name was etched onto the little copper plaque beneath the frame.

This was one of the only points of incongruence between the second eldest Bridgerton brother and sister that couldn’t be remedied by a simple anecdote or shift to the right. Though, perhaps there was no need for one; a painter would never ask a writer to adjust her palette and a writer would never tell a painter his meter was off-tempo.

It was an afternoon well spent away from the ornery obligations of the social season, coming home with their appetites spoiled from the promised apricot ices. Benedict grabbed An Aria Most Deadly from the library, and read the first few chapters before retiring for the night. He’d finished the novel after he pried it away from Eloise years ago, so he knew it was the conductor who had killed the opera singer. This knowledge only pulled the deftly placed clues into crisp focus upon this second reading; even the first chapter was littered with hints.

Perhaps that is why when he sits in the viscount’s study, the one that was never supposed to go to him, he often thinks about the night of Granville’s party. That night began with him feeling so alive, more alive than he could ever fathom. Yet, it ended with a sinking stone of dread taking up a months-long residence in the pit of his stomach.

Were there clues he should’ve seen?

If he’d been less drunk off the wine or the women or both, he’d have noticed Daphne wasn’t wearing the necklace gifted to her by the prince, even though he clocked the ostentatious clunk of jewelry when she left for the Trowbridge Ball. Or that the hem of her dress was muddy and her face was pinched, on the verge of tears.

If he wasn’t so preoccupied with how to take advantage of his freedoms as the spare of the family, he’d have noticed the blooming violet bruises on Anthony’s knuckles as he yanked Benedict into the study with considerable force.

It wasn’t until he was rolling his shoulder, about to complain that his arm could've been popped out of its socket, when the gun box was placed on the desk with a resounding thud. 

Things only clicked into place as Anthony began frantically talking about estates and dowries and an appointment with the duke at dawn, but there were signs from the moment he walked in the door.

The details were always so much clearer in hindsight.

next chapter // series masterlist

a/n: they dropped new abc pictures last month, and i decided to make it everyone else's problem by starting this fic. now it’s bridgerton eve!!! rejoice!!!

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fic #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix

[blueskittlesart]

Can I ask about Rito character design? I love the Rito in botw/totk, so I was honestly a little disappointed when I saw how different they are in ww. (I know it's probably at least in part due to hardware limitations but still) I'd love to hear your thoughts!

this is going to be less of a real unpacking of the character design choices and more of me dunking on zelda character designers because somehow it took them literal years and multiple tries to design a race of bird people that didn't look like DOG SHIT.

hiromu arakawa's first attempt in the oot manga was decent. the watarara are weird-looking enough to fit in with the rest of oot's questionable creature design but also don't look like an affront to nature. we could have just gone with this

but for some reason the wind waker character designers got it in their heads that bird people had to be more person than bird, and also somehow that BEAKS were the one bird feature that had to remain on an otherwise human face and body.

why did we do this. why do they still have human mouths underneath the beaks. why do they not have wings even though the one actual story-relevant implementation of this race involved one of them FLYING AROUND. who approved this

honorable mention to the horrible race of human-faced birds with human tits who make the worst noises known to man from twilight princess. someone needs to be executed for this

they FINALLY managed to get it ALMOST perfect in botw. somehow they went from human-faced titbird into World's Sexiest Parrot Man and managed not to fuck it up. This is why you need to hire furries if you're making an anthropomorphic nonhuman race. i guarantee if there had just been one single furry working on wind waker we would have gotten this 15 years sooner

are the botw rito perfect? no. if i were designing them i would have gotten rid of the bird titties and made the female rito color-accurate to real birds but all in all this is an INSANE improvement considering where we started. please god just hire furries

#asks #god. me and the zelda character designers have a love-hate relationship. but if were being real it's mostly hate

[justkennadi]

Being plug!connie’s sneaky link🤫🤭

Plug!Connie x Fem/blk!reader

Summary: just u ‘n connie sneakinnn around…

Cw: Some cussing, a lot of mentioning of being high, nsfw

- Plug!Connie knew you since high school. You were friends with Armin and Eren who were friends with Sasha, Jean and him. He thought u were fine asf too but didn’t make a move on you until a while ago.

-You started trying out weed to take the stress off form college your first year and Plug!Connie was the only person you knew who had his hands on some. Y’all stayed together while he taught you how to inhale and all the basics of smoking. He honestly kept getting distracted by how good you looked in you biker shorts and crop top you wore that day.

- “You got a man’s yet mama?” He’d ask as you puffed out a bit of smoke, coughing a bit.

-“Uh, nah, *cough* why?” You’d ask looking at him. It could’ve been the weed but this man was starting to look real fine. You stared into his intense hazel eyes as he just smirked. “No reason…..” He’d trail off.

-And that was the start of it all. You started really getting to know him but once y’all got serious y’all decided to keep it secret.

-Now it’s been a year and honestly you both don’t know how none of y’all friends found out abt y’all?? (I mean Armin was very suspicious at this point but he didn’t have enough proof so he stayed quiet…)

- Plug!Connie would call you after he was done selling all this orders for the day and just sit in his car smoking a blunt as you rambled about your day and how much you missed him. You were in college but it was your 3rd yr so you didn’t have to stay on campus and had your own little loft apartment but you were still very busy all the time so y’all’s schedules didn’t really match up.

- “I miss uuu! I cant wait to see u this saturday.” You said laying on you bed.

- “I know mama. Me too.” Connie said blowing smoke out the window.

- Plug!Connie and you could only meet up about once or twice a week most of the time. And when y’all did…y’all had a mf ball🤭

- Onyankopon and Jean saw y’all at the mall once and swore they saw him holding your hand but Connie denied it.

- “Bro, we aren’t gonna laugh at you if y’all fuckin’ for real.” Jean said one day hanging out at Connie’s place.

- “Nah. I aint fuckin her. Ion even know what y’all are talkin’ bout anyways cause i wasn’t at no mall.” Connie said nonchalantly and focusing on the game he was playing.

-Plug!Connie regularly would take you on shopping sprees with all the extra money he had. He would buy you almost anything you’d want but y’all gotta be more careful from here on out now.

- He honestly didn’t care if anyone found y’all out in y’all friend circle by now but he definitely didn’t need his regulars finding out about y’all.

- Plug!Connie sometimes facetimed you if y’all missed your weekly meet up and he was feeling needy. “Come on ma, i wanna see u….” He’d say softly as his tatted hand stroked himself in his dim lit bedroom.

- It was pitch black in your room as it was 1:03am and you were half awake and did not feel like turning no lights on. But after a while of begging from Connie you turned your bedside lamp on anyways cause you were just as needy to see him. Y’all would be on the phone for hours on nights like this, missing each other deeply.

-Sometimes you wanted to break and tell your friends Mikasa or Sasha but you promised Connie you’d wait until he was ready to tell everyone too. Mikasa acted like already knew tho which fr threw you off sometimes. You’d casually mention Connie and she’d side eye you and smirk a little and you would just be like, “…What?” and she’d just say, “Oh, nothing.”

- Plug!Connie’s contact for you in his phone was - Princesa👸🏾 and for him you just had him as - 💋❤️

- When y’all finally had free time to meet up he’d pull up to your house and be in some silly disguise it was kinda funny. You’d walk out your apartment and get in and just laugh a bit.

- “Why you got sunglasses and a mustache on Con?”

- “…..Cause.”

- He’d do it mainly to see you laugh.

- Most of the time, especially after y’all got caught at the mall, y’all had to get smart and stop going to places like stores and parks where familiar faces would regularly be and could see y’all. Sometimes late at night tho y’all would go to a park and either walk around and talk or just smoke some blunts in silence.

- Sometimes y’all went to movies that started late like 11pm or midnight high as hell. Y’all would share a big bucket of popcorn and eat a lot of candy.

- Other times y’all would just hang out at each others place, most of the time Connie’s tho cause your place wasn’t too big.

-Y’all’s hang outs always concluded with a make out sesh and then the devils tango ofc.

-Plug!Connie would sit you in his lap while y’all was on the couch, stareing deep into your eyes with his slight tinted red ones. His hands would roam from your lower back to your ass and thighs just rubbing and squeezing the plushness. He’d admire you forever if you let him cause he truly loved you that much.

- Connie would slowly kiss you, your lipgloss getting onto his on lips in the process. “Mmm, this strawberry, ma?” He’d whisper while licking his lips and you would just nod and start to kiss him again before he said anything else.

- Sometimes y’all would stay on the couch as y’all did the deed but other times Connie would take you into his room so y’all didn’t stink up the living room in case he was gonna have guest over later.

-He loved doggy style the most, watching your ass meet his hips as he held your hips pulling you back over and over. Entranced and high, watching where y’all met as the slick, wet sounds and your addicting moans filled his ears.

- When y’all were done it was either time to eat or sleep. Sometimes when y’all met midday though Connie would just tell you to stay in his room if he was having people over or had to leave to handle business. You didn’t like when he would leave you there but he always came back within at least 3ish hours and he said it was, “For safety, ma.”

- It was rare y’all could spend a whole day together. Most of the time y’all met at night after either you or connie got off work.

- Plug!Connie always kissed you bye when you had to go in the mornings or when he dropped you off. He would hold your hand and stare into your eyes once more like he was never gonna see you again. He’d tell you, “I love you, princesa. Stay safe, i’ll see you later.”

- You didn’t know how much longer you could handle this sneaking around but lord did you love the mf thrill.

(I’ve had this in my drafts since July last year😭😭 i don’t have anything to write lately so ig i’ll just be clearing out my drafts. I’m down with school so at least i have time to write anywaysss. Reminder that my requests are open too!)

#connie springer #aot x black reader #x black reader #plug connie #connie x black!reader #connie springer smut #connie x black y/n #connie x reader smut #aot connie #aot imagines #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #sneaky link

[nunalastor]

Appleradio Secret Marriage au part 7:

(A small thanks to an0nym0use018 for the reblogs and likes, although I would like it if you told me your feelings about the whole au so I can improve it better!)

Niffty knew about it, since she was the first person Alastor told about his crush on The King of Hell aka. The biggest bad boy ever. She liked the fact that he trusted her enough to tell her before he even thought of speaking to Rosie about it but she didn't like that The King of Hell was hogging all of Alastor's attention from her in a way they barely spent any time together.

Her aggression towards The King of Hell had escalated to a point both Alastor and Charlie agreed to make them do bonding exercises together despite how Alastor liked being paired with Lucifer and so for this time he'd settled for pairing with Husk who – suspiciously – liked this pairing.

But Niffty could care less about what Husk thought about this, she already knew he harboured some sort of feelings towards Alastor which wasn't hate but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It resembled the way her old husband would want to possess her, own her like a doll made for cleaning which could be replaced when broken but it was also different than that – more primal, in a way.

And although Niffty wasn't one to care about what Husk felt, this was different. Because these feelings were directed towards Alastor, the one person who'd stepped up to the job of being her mother figure and looked after her – she didn't even care that he owned her soul because she knew he didn't have bad intentions. She wasn't good with seeing what people felt, but she could certainly see their intentions. It was why she let Lucifer stealing Alastor's attention slide for the most part.

The trust exercise, anyway, consisted of physical touch and affection. You'd have to compliment and hug the other person each hour of the day and if you didn't do this then Charlie – and Alastor – would be disappointed. It wasn't much of a punishment, but considering the fact that Alastor wanted them to get along, it meant a lot.

So the whole day was awkward hugs between Lucifer and Niffty, and compliments which were shallower than a puddle – an example, "You're strong". They made an effort to follow the rules but do as less as possible while making sure their dislike for each other was apparent.

It didn't help that Alastor was including Niffty in their little family – he would make sure to treat Niffty as his own daughter in front of Lucifer to make his point clear. Lucifer didn't like it, but Niffty was now clearly his stepdaughter in some right.

Time passed and they never got closer than friends, but they did stop hating each other – which was lucky, since if they'd continue hating each other it would end with Alastor having to choose between the two.

One of the deciding moments when Lucifer stopped hating Niffty, and even began to like her a bit – which he would never admit – was when she'd stabbed Adam. She mainly acted as if it was because Charlie told her to stab angels with the dagger she'd been given but it was truly because she saw Alastor being hurt by the first man; which in turn made her plan on killing the angel. Lucifer also knew about Alastor's being hurt, but was less knowledgeable and planned on just hurting Adam – it wasn't that he didn't care for Alastor enough, it was that he wanted to save Adam for Alastor later on.

Niffty didn't really like Lucifer, but that was slowly changing since Lucifer began to make an effort to allow her to spend more time with Alastor. And therefore, the daughter began to be able to spend more time with her mother – Alastor – and sometimes Lucifer included.

Husk was never included though. He was always going to stay as the bartender whose soul was owned by Alastor.

Niffty liked things the way they were.

(I don't like how most people make Niffty stupid, and that her only quality is killing Adam which most people hate on her for so I tried to make her smarter, while giving her a backstory and her own abilities.)

(Clarification with Niffty, she never had a mother nor father figure in life and was forced to grow up quickly, which didn't help since when she got married to a manipulative, abusive misogynist things got worse. And even moreso when she'd sometimes act like a child, refusing to listen to him or do as he says. In the end she killed him and lived under complete age regression before taking her own life a few years later. That was why she usually resembled a child in hell, it was an embodiment of her age regression which she accepts with open arms. When she met Alastor she also saw the motherly tendencies in him which he'd picked up from his mother, and it caused Niffty to quickly warm up to him. They are both familial, Niffty because she wants to keep the family she'd never got to have before and Alastor because he believes family is everything. He usually locks his abusive father out his memories though.)

(Damn my backstory for Niffty is deep.)

~☆

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#hazbin hotel #alastor #nunalastor asks #radioapple #lucifer #secret marriage #niffty

[goteique]

are we still friends? + (togame jo, sugista kyotaro,choji tomiyama,kota sako)

cws. | gn!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, sorta character study, fluff, angst, comfort. | redirect to blog navigation.

syn. | How do they react to confession when the feelings are mutual?

notes. | omg! here's part two. read part one here. enjoy <3

☆ Togame Jo : "Did Choji put you up for this?" Togame enquires with a sharp tone, eyebrows ever so slightly growing close to each other that it goes away when you blink. The question hits you like a stone on your head. Why would he do that? unless . . . he already did that what's it got anything to do with him? Did Choji pull a prank like this before? and he might have liked them. . . and might not have. . .pushing the thoughts aside  you ask keeping your voice as even as possible,

"Would your answer be any different if that wasn't the case?" Of course, he has his wall high up. Not only that, the surface of the wall is full of sharp spikes so that no one can climb, not even you. It is no surprise that he would be so rude when a wave of affection washes over him. You force a smile upon your face and look down. The empty bottle of the cold drink containing a marble ball that was circling a while ago comes to a halt now. That's right. He should not have said that out loud. It is surprising in the first place when someone like you, so far away from his world is into him and it is even more surprising when you have the heart to confess. He did not mean to sound rude. . .It's just that . . .

"Sorry, I should not have asked that." He says trying his best he can to keep himself. He takes a quick glance at you through the corner of his eyes. Even for a split second, he saw your lips trembling. He curses himself keeping the bottle aside on the bench. "Well, no." His voice is so low, so meek that he has to clear his throat and straighten up before speaking. "No. Absolutely not. My answer would not change." was he scared? wait, he is . . . scared? He has never been the one to pray to God but now, at this moment with all his heart he asks the heavens not to let you cry. He does not wish to witness that since he does not know how to handle it. He has only been known to handle things with violence and dominance, not with talking and kindness. He takes off his glasses and stands up to face you who is still sitting on the bench head down as if gravity is growing stronger at each second. You feel a wind pass by before a cloth rests on your back, embracing your shoulders. You look up with eyes full of water up to the brim. "That's . . . that's my way of telling."

It takes a moment to sink into you what he actually meant and wear his jacket properly thinking how emotionally constipated he is. what is this? A competition? you let out a long hum.

"that's all you have to say?" Togame says impatiently. "I tell you that you like you and all you say is "hmm", huh? You grin from war to ear, and standing up you pinch his cheeks. He does not recoil like a spring-like you expected him to.

"Yeah. You said that now." Togame looks away unable to meet your water-full eyes anymore, warmth spreading over his cheeks, ears and even neck.

★ Sugishita Kyotaro

Sugishita's world is totally mapped out and it all revolves around Umemiya-san. But the moment you said you like him, his everlasting face of boredom did not do much except his eyebrows grew closer together. Is that the face of a surprised person? You ponder but it is meaningless because his eyes are onto you and all he is doing is to inspect you. If the wills and worlds had the potential he would put you under microscope. But even with so much effort all he does is to ask the most stupid question ever. “Do you? Do you really like me? You nod since your throat has become dry. He chins his face for a second and then turns towards you asking with a mellowed tone, “Is it the “i like you as a lover” or ...?” He does not get to finish his sentence while you cover your face and nod tremendously. almost five times in a row. His eyes spread wide. You are covering your face. You do not wish to see his reaction, nor prepared for the answer he is about to give. You feel a feather touch around your wrists as he whispers, “i do too. I like you too.” as he peels off your hand carefully. As someone who is known to be only talking with fists he certainly is not rigid and rough with you. He holds your hand as you look at him for a few seconds and then guides your palms over his cheeks. “y/n-san, Tell me again that you like me and I'll tell you again.” he says sinking in to your touch.

☆ Choji Tomiyama

"Huh?" It was all he could say when those magical words came out of your mouth. Within a blink of your eyes, he jumps so high that you feel if he really wanted, he could touch the sky. Then his cheeks puff a little before a devasted choice of words escapes his mouth,“It’s not fair. I wanted to say it at first,” When it registers in your head you think he might have misheard you so you try to say again but he quickly grabs your hand saying, “Why didn't you give me heads up? I wanted to tell you first that I like you. It's not fairrrreee.” if anything's is unfair is that how a leader seems to act in such a childlike manner but it's okay. This is why you fell for him. He stops whining and says in one breath, "So, then I'll be the one to take you on a date. " he is still holding your hand.

★ Kota Sako

For someone who's eyes are always glued on Hiragi, movements and talks trying to imitate Hiragi he certainly is more than aware of himself and his surroundings. You expect him to brush away your plea when you ask him to stay after the class or even just decline you by saying that he is busy or the worst: simply ignoring you even after hearing. But none of that happens. He waits for you after the class patiently, listens to all you have to say, and then says, "I'll think about it." while internally practically panicking so hard that his head starts to hurt by the time he reaches home. When you reach home, you get a text from an unknown number saying, "So, let's date then. -Sako."

#paradiswrites #wbk x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker nii satoru #wind breaker #wind breaker (satoru nii) #kyotaro sugishita #togame jo #kota sako #choji tomiyama #choji x reader #togame x reader #sako x reader #sugishita x reader #fluff drabble #fluff headcanons #fluff hcs #anime fluff #headcannons #hcs #x reader #x gn y/n #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #x you #x y/n #x you fluff #x y/n fluff #wind breaker fluff

[simpleeindulge]

The Beast and The Mouse🔞

Info: KidxFem/reader, too lazy to mention everything but this chapter is for the mature only!🔞 Hints of rough sex, slightly forced, cussing and some foreplay.

Warning: Long! I probably should have cut it in half, but after the hiatus, I figured a long chapter wouldn't hurt. I hope you enjoy it!

Please keep in mind that this is the first time I have written smut with Kid. Enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 4: The One in the Mask

@ella157 @bdudette @faetoraa @elen-alambil @buckysxgal @ryuv1i @ilovespicykimchi @stuckinthewrongworld @ninablue @kookydoesstuff @Kimyk10br

The energy on the ship felt strange but Y/N supposed it couldn't be helped. After all, she did stab the captain.

It didn't matter that she didn't kill him. It didn't matter that he had asked, no, commanded her to do it, and it certainly didn't matter that he deserved it. She stabbed Eustass "Captain" Kid, the bastard.

Her attack on Kid gave Y/N mixed notoriety among her crewmates. There were some in the crew would questioned whether she could be trusted. Others saw it as a right of passage and that the Captain wanted to test her even though he never tested anyone before.

Whatever they choose to believe, they all agreed it was best to stay away from Y/N. At least the men did anyway. The women, on the other hand, had their own opinion that Kid got what he deserved for pushing a knife into Y/N's hand.

"Don't sweat it, love! Kid is too stubborn to die from a knife wound. Everyone in the crew knows that!" A tall blue-haired girl named London said as she threw an arm around Y/N.

The other women in the dorm laughed as they passed around a bottle of cherry whiskey.

Quincy giggled and commented slyly, "Yeah, it's not like you damaged anything important! That would be a tragedy!"

The others snickered as they made lewd comments, then went back to settling in for the night. Y/N blushed as her gaze dropped to the cup of booze she held in her hands.

"I don't understand why he is so mean to me," Y/n said softly.

Dive gave Y/n’s knee a gentle pat as London waved off her comment.

"What can we say?! The guy is a jerk." London said casually, then held up her glass and cried, "But he is our jerk!" The other women cheered and drank to her words.

As the other women returned to their own gossip, London and Quincy moved closer to Y/n when they saw that the toast didn't cheer her up.

"I just don't get it. It's like he wants something from me, but I don't know what it is." Y/N said her thoughts out loud as the trio listened. "Every time I think things are better between us, Kid does or says something that destroys any progress made."

Quincy and London looked at each other with brows raised as Dive patted Y/n's knee again.

"Kid is like that, and you can't take it personally. Besides, if he didn't want you here, he would have gotten rid of you long ago." Dive explained.

“Yeah,” Quincy nodded with a grin, “He would have literally tossed you overboard.”

London seemed to agree but added, “I think Killer would give you the courtesy of a heads-up before it got to that.”

Y/n sighed since Kid did try to get rid of her on her third day aboard the ship, and Killer was trying to talk him out of it. The reasoning back then was that Kid didn’t think she could handle it, but hadn’t she proven herself to him by now?

"I guess not, but what is it going to take?" Y/N thought as she took a sip of her drink.

“Hey, Y/n, have you talked to the Captain since stabbing him,” London asked with a curious glance. Y/N sighed and shook her head no.

Y/n hadn't heard or seen him for three days while sailing. Even her training with Killer had stopped, so she chose to train on her own. The ship had stopped at an island the day before for supplies, so Kid spent most of his time on land exploring.

The rumors she overheard from the male crew members about Kid's time on the island made her feel sick. He apparently visited a popular establishment on the island and was seen drinking with women, then taking a few of them to the rooms above the bar. Y/n knew it was silly to feel upset or betrayed. The first time she saw Kid, he had a woman in his lap. Still, it was hard not to feel a tight knot in her chest when she thought about Kid with other women.

Y/N tossed back the rest of her drink, hoping the cherry-flavored alcohol would knock her out so she could wake up with her common sense restored.

"What we need," London said brightly as she stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Is a girl's night out! We get to go ashore tomorrow night, so let's live it up!"

From her back pocket, London pulled out a flyer with gold lettering that read, "The Garden." Quincy grinned at her and said, "Now that's an idea! I've heard rumors about that place."

She turned to Y/N, saying, “This is exactly what you need!”

"Why do I need to go to a bar? I can drink on the ship," Y/n said with a smile.

Quincy rolled her eyes. "It's not just a bar. It's-"

“A brothel,” Dive gasped and laughed as she pointed at the name on the flyer. "That's the place the Captain been going to!"

"A brothel," Y/n said blushing as she stared at London's and Quincy's wide grins. "I thought that…"

“What? That only men go to brothels?" Dive snickered.

"I'm mean..."

Y/N looked between all three and realized how naive she still was about the bigger world outside her own experiences. She then picked up the flyer and read the short, punchy description.

A place for all to gather and share their hidden desire. All are welcome. Women drink for free.

Y/N frowned at the "women drink for free" line and read further down in smaller lettering that women who help entertain or keep company for a guest drank for free.

She shook her head and said, "I don't know, isn't there another place we could go to have a girl's night?"

London grabbed the flyer and pointed to it, saying, "Free, Y/N! Free!"

"Only if we entertain!" Y/N said as she blushed.

Quincy smirked and said, "Oh, I've been to one of these places.” She then looked at Y/N and said, "You don't have to sleep with anyone. Just be friendly if someone talks you up or asks for a dance."

"And if you meet someone you want to sleep with, then the guy pays for use of the room." Dive finished explaining with a grin.

Y/N paled as Quincy grinned back at her. "Best part is that it's lady's choice of whose company she's keeping."

“But I-”

“Come on, Y/n! You worked at a bar! You know how to talk to drinking men! And it's not like you have to sleep with anyone!” London said as she pleased with her eyes.

“Unless you wanted to,” joked Dive, who gave her an encouraging look.

"It is a great stress reliever." Quincy sighed, then shrugged, "If the guy is good, anyway."

Y/n looked at her new friends and sighed.

"I guess I can give it a go."

The trio cheered and hugged Y/N, promising she wouldn't regret her trip to The Garden.

Kid scowled as his skin prickled at the energy of the place. Ordinarily, he would be excited to come to a brothel and find a woman or three to spend the night with. Now, the idea turned his stomach, and it annoyed him.

Why should it bother him to pick up women?! Killer was right! This was what he needed. The night before was...not a success. Yes, he drank with a few women and took them to a room, but his damn body wouldn't cooperate! So he drank the night away and passed out, but not before threatening the women into silence.

What he needed was the right woman to get over his desire for Y/N. It irritated him that not just any woman would do. He thought about finding someone with the same hair color or body type as Y/N and was immediately repulsed by the idea. No way could Kid settle for anything less than what he originally desired. What he needed was someone better than Y/N. Kid scanned the room as he and Killer walked to an empty table.

"We could ask the proprietor if she has any suggestions." Killer suggested to Kid, as a masked barmaid brought their drinks.

Kid scoffed and tossed back his drink. He then looked around the large bar. All the women were dressed in simple white or cream dresses and different color masks. The men could dress as they pleased, but women were required to wear this uniform if they wished to participate.

A clever scheme since a poor drunken bastard won't be able to tell the difference between a whore from the brothel and a woman just looking for a good time till it was too late. Kid took another drink as Killer waved over the Madam of this "garden."

"Hello, gentlemen; how may I be of service?"

This woman wore a golden cloth mask and a dress with her hair pulled back. Her both her eyes and voice gave away the maturity of her age. Kid ignored the woman as he sipped his drink and watched the women in the bar and then the men. He usually could go either way, but that damned 'mouse' was fucking everything up for him.

"I see," The madam mused. "I think have what you are looking for in my garden this night."

"Forget it, I don't pay for sex."

The woman stiffened, but she stayed cool as she studied Kid. Her sharp eyes and years of dealing with men told her just about everything she needed to know.

She smiled cunningly and said, "You were unsatisfied with your choices last night, so how about this? I bring you a woman who fits your needs. If she satisfies you, you will pay for the use of the room. If she doesn't, then you pay nothing at all."

Kid peered over at the woman and then scoffed. "I'm guessing the price of the rooms just got marked up."

The woman shrugged her shoulders as she held her smile. "Well? Do you agree?"

Kid looked at his drink and said, "Throw in a few free rounds for me and my buddy Killer, and you got yourself a deal."

Killer had to give credit to the woman. She felt any irritation she hid it well.

"Very well," The madam replied, waving over a girl from the bar. The girl hurried over and placed two new drinks on the table. "Enjoy, gentlemen, and leave the rest to me." She walked away with an equal calmness that showed how long she had worked in this business.

Kid then picked up his second drink and began to work on it as Killer studied the people in the crowd. Killer didn't want to bring up Kid's mouse problem, but his buddy's behavior was concerning. He knew what happened last night, and that wasn't all like Kid. They needed to get rid of the girl Killer thought as he took a drink.

"Maybe this is a good place to leave her."

Killer nearly choked and glanced at Kid, glad that he didn't have to bring the idea up to him. It was odd to see a woman get under Kid's skin so easily by simply existing. Since the incident with the knife, Kid had distanced himself from Y/N, but he wasn't the same. Getting rid of the girl would be for the best and it was better to let it be Kid's idea.

When he didn't say anything else, Killer carefully agreed with him.

"It's not a bad town. Plenty of work. Not a shit hole."

"Nope, definitely not a shit hole." Kid agreed and chuckled. He took another long sip and stared at the women and men gathering at the bar. "Looks like some of our crew is here." He grinned, pleased to see them having fun. He then frowned as he searched for Y/N among the masked women. He could pick out London, Quincy and Dive, but not Y/N, who he knew hung out with them.

"She's not here, Kid. I saw her working in the sickbay before we went, and the other women said they couldn't convince her to come."

"Fuck," Kid growled as he ran a hand through his hair. This was agonizing. He was supposed to be having fun and not giving a shit about anything. Later, he would have more important things to think about. This was no time to lose his grit over some girl. Kid tossed back his drink as he made up his made. Y/N will leave the ship tomorrow, and he will be the one to kick her off.

He set his empty glass on the table and stood up. Kid didn't feel in the mood to be out drinking, but he didn't want to go back to the ship just yet.

"You alright?" Killer asked.

"Peachy, I'm going to go for a walk. Tell that woman to forget our deal and to shove it up her ass if she complains."

People moved out of the way as Kid cut through the bar space and into the hallway leading to the exit. The entrance hall had two winding staircases leading to the rooms upstairs. As Kid moved closer to the middle of the staircases, he saw the madam of The Garden at the bottom of the left staircase.

He noticed she was speaking to a woman standing further up the stairs, and as he moved by, he couldn't help looking up at her. One look and Kid's blood went cold.

There was no way. Killer said that Y/N was back on the ship. Kid stared at the girl wearing a black cat mask over her face, but he swears that it was her. But her hair color was different from Y/N, and it was styled. Her body shape looked the same, but he doubted that his 'mouse' would have the nerve to dress provocatively and look at ease while out in the open for all to see.

The madam seemed to be instructing the girl as she talked in a low whisper while jesting with her pointed fingers. The girl nodded obediently and then turned to walk up the stairs. As she turned, her eyes caught Kid's staring at her. She was too far, and the mask made it hard to see her eyes as he tried to make out their color. She stilled, her red lips parting in surprise. Kid felt his blood heated back up, and his mind sped up.

This was the woman he was looking for to release his frustrations on.

The woman then looked away and continued to climb the staircase as if brushing him off. Kid growled and started to follow after her.

"Ah, you saw her." The madam cut in front of Kid, sounding pleased with herself. "She is fairly new in my garden, but I think you will find her satisfactory."

Kid glared at the woman, but she didn't flinch or move out of the way.

"She's one of yours?" He asked angrily, staring her down to see if the madam was lying.

She only grinned and nodded, then replied coolly, "As I said, if you find her pleasing, then you only need to pay for the cost of the room, but as you had mentioned earlier, the price will be triple its worth."

Kid grunted and then looked to the exit. He had no real reason to return to the ship, but something told him he should forget about the woman's offer. Kid moved to the doors, but then thought about the woman waiting for him upstairs.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His mind yelled at himself for being played. Just this once, he told himself, just this once he will have the fantasy.

Kid didn't look at the madam as she called out the room number he needed. Couples moved out of Kid's way when they sensed his aggression while heading to his room. The lights in the halls on the upper floors were dimmed, and as he passed door after door, Kid could hear muffled sounds, but he stayed focused on where he was going and what he would do. When he saw the door with the number he needed, he walked in as if he owned the small room.

Candles lit the room's corners, and a small fireplace cracked as it provided the only other light source. The woman spun around, her feathered bottom robe swaying around her nylon-covered legs. She had a hand holding her robe closed in front of her as she eyed Kid and said nothing as he entered the room and closed the door.

He stood across from her and looked her over to see if he could identify her, but she was a stranger to him. From where he stood he could see that her eye color was different from Y/N.

"Mask off," he then ordered.

The woman tilted her head at him, then opened her robe and let it slide down her arms to show him the lingerie on her body. Her top was bare, with only her lower half dressed. Kid grinned as his eyes traveled from her collarbones, over her curved chest, and to the sheer black panties that hugged her womanhood tightly. It was a perfect sight to his curious eye.

"Very nice, but I want the mask off."

The woman straightened her head and lifted her hands to the back of her head. She first let down her hair and then untied the mask. Kid stepped forward as the mask loosened and fell into her hand. When she looked up at him, Kid was annoyed to see a second mask, like the ones the women at the bar wore, still covering her face.

His hand moved to snatch it off her, but she caught his wrist. She then stepped forward and let go of him. Kid stared coldly at her. He remembered Killer telling him this place was popular with the locals because of its discretion. Meaning if a noblewoman wanted to know what it was like to be with a pirate or a marine with a pirate, it was possible here.

Not that this woman was either, but he doubted a whore cared about her identity. The clever madam could have lied about this woman being one of hers, but as she started to remove the last bit of lace from her body, Kid decided it didn't matter. Her skin was smooth and healthy looking, and she had the right amount of curves and fat on her body. And most importantly, his cock was willing as it started to stir in his pants.

Without thinking, Kid pulled the woman to him and put his mouth on her neck. The woman gasped and moaned as her head rolled to the side. Her nipples tightened with excitement as his hand ran down her back and slid over the curve of her hips.

"Fine," He whispered into her ear. "Keep your silly mask, but you better prepare yourself if you're going to fuck around with pirates. Especially me."

Her breathing became shaky, but she didn't speak or pull away. Kid smirked and sucked harder at her neck, making the woman release a surprised cry. The sound made his cock jump, making him want to hear more of her voice. He then lifted her and dropped her on the bed. She made a sound that was a mixture of surprise and annoyance as she bounced on the mattress. Kid only chuckled as he moved over while undoing his pants.

If this woman was looking for something slow and easy, she made a big mistake, Kid mused maliciously as he moved over her on the bed. The woman's eyes widen as she becomes trapped underneath him. Kid thought she was going to protest, but instead, she ran her hands over his chest and then dragged her nails over his shoulders.

Her nails bit into his skin, leaving angry red lines. Kid found the stinging pain a comforting release. His breath shuttered, and his eyes closed as her lips went to the base of his neck. As if paying him back, her teeth press into his skin hard enough to leave an imprint.

Kid shoved her back down, and the woman glared at him, but he ignored it as he lowered his head to suck at her breast. His tongue licked hard at her nipples, and the woman struggled not to make a sound as she gripped his shoulders. Her nails dig into his skin and Kid let out a breathy laugh, liking the treatment the woman was giving him.

He sucked harder at her breast, making the woman toss her head, and then forced a choked cry from her when he pulled at the other tight bud with his fingers. When his teeth scraped a nipple, she yelped and tried to smack Kid's face with her hand.

Kid moved away and chuckled at her. Whoever this woman was, she was gusty. A shiver went down his spine when his eyes met hers. They challenged him, but Kid could see a hint of anxiousness. Though they were a different color, Kid couldn't help thinking of Y/N.

He growled and roughly flipped the woman over to her stomach. He needed to stay focused and remember why he was here: to get laid and back to normal. The woman tried to lift her head, but Kid pushed on her upper back to keep her still.

"Stay down." Kid growled gruffly at her. And don't look at him with those damn eyes!

Kid shoved a finger in her to see if she was wet enough. The woman grunted and huffed but she didn't move to look at him. Kid was surprised to feel that despite his rough treatment of her, she was wet.

"You like it rough, I see," he said with a grin as he traveled down her back and over her ass. "That's good because it's going to get rougher."

The woman peered over her shoulder at him, then wobbled on her hands when Kid pulled one of her legs to make room for him. He then pressed himself against her sensitive flesh. Kid grinned wildly when he heard her take a breath and purposely thrust forward without any warning.

The poor woman choked on her exhale as Kid gritted his teeth to hold back the groan that wanted to crawl up his throat. After weeks of no relief, this was the sensation he was missing; this was what he needed. Kid wanted to dive further into her without caution, but her small size could only take so much of him without more preparation. The woman gasped and moaned as she tried to twist herself away.

"Fuck me, I bet she's a virgin," Kid's mind cursed as he slid back and tried to push more of himself into her, only for her to cry out in pain.

To Kid, virgins were only fun in theory, but in practice, he found them to be too much work and needy. He snorted and told himself that it was not his problem if she planned to have her first time in a brothel with a stranger.

Kid gripped her hips to hold her still as another groan threatened to escape his throat when she whimpered and tried to get away from him. The sadist in him was loving this. He saw no reason to be gentle with a woman who allowed herself to be put in the hands of a pirate. Kid was ready to start satisfying his lust when a part of him that he wasn't familiar with took possession.

“Relax.”

Both he and the woman stilled at the calm tone of his voice. Kid blinked and allowed himself to be possessed by whatever secret entity moved him to be gentle. He bent down and said huskily into her ear, "Just relax."

The woman seemed to side-eye him as her hands gripped the sheets, not completely trusting him as she tried to relax her body in his grasp.

The asshole in him wanted to take advantage and force himself into her, but instead, he reached around and rubbed his fingers on her clit. She let out a gasping cry and began to moan as her body wiggled and relaxed further.

“And people say I can’t do anything nice”, he thought with a pleased chuckle as he milked moans from the trembling woman under him.

The woman struggled at first not to let out her voice, but as Kid teased her by stimulating her clit and slowly pushing his cock forward, she gave up and let her breath do what it needed to keep her alive. Kid swallowed thickly and even groaned as the woman clenched and relaxed around him. A dark chuckle escaped him when she pushed herself back onto his cock to try and take in the rest of him.

This is enough of a warm-up for her; time for the real fun, Kid thought as he changed his pace.

He pulled her closer and drove himself deeper into her. She screamed into the air as her pussy stretched and held him in her. She then made a slight laughing sound that stroked Kid's ego. He grinned at the back of her neck as he began his thrusting. Fuck, he thought as her body took him with no issues, fuck, fuck, fuck. This was what he needed.

Kid couldn't remember want else happened from there. All he knew was that the woman didn't fight him as he slid in and out of her in a heated frenzy. He lost all restraint and used the woman to get the relief he desired for weeks. When he finally came, he hardly cared that he filled the woman's aching pussy with his cum.

He then pulled away and staggered to the door as he pulled up his pants. Kid didn't bother to look back at her. He opened the door and went out into the hall. He needed a drink and a long nap. As he walked back down the stairs, he was the brothel owner with a calm smile on her lips. Wordlessly, she held out her hand to Kid. With a grunt, Kid handed her the money and went to look for Killer in the bar.

The madam then went up the stairs to check on the new girl she had given to the pirate. The woman in the bed waited for Kid to leave before she got up from the bed just as the madam entered the room. She had a thick robe that she threw over the woman's shoulder.

"Come, I will help you." The madam said softly to the woman.

"I have to get back." The woman replied worriedly.

"I will help." The madam repeated and guided the woman out of the room.

Kid and the rest of the crew didn't return to the ship until late at night. Y/N woke up to London, and the others laughed as they crawled into bed. Sighing, Y/N got up and went to the infirmary to set aside all the ingredients for the tonic she would have to make for everyone in the morning. She then winced and reached for a jar of her freshly made ointment.

The ointment was cool on her fingertips, and she carefully spread it on her shoulders, neck, and chest. She knew that Kid would be rough, yet she had a feeling he tried to hold back, at least initially. She huffed and shook her head, then winced again. No, she got the Kid treatment, and she should be lucky that he went easy on her based on the stories she had overheard on the ship.

What she did was crazy and stupid. Even the madam of the brothel thought it was risky. Her abilities to disguise Y/N would disappear if Kid found her out and said her name. There were times that Y/N feared that he had in that small room. If he ever found out…

“But he won’t. He can’t,” She whispered as she put the jar back on the shelf. Y/N took a deep breath and went back to the women's quarters.

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Stuff of Fairytales - Floyd

Author Notes: Happy MerMay Twisted Wonderland! I won't lie, this fic kind of flew together while I was just sitting and chatting with my mom and sister. It doesn't have any specific music that it was written to or anything like that and my only real idea that went into this was MerMay. Nonetheless, I had fun writing this fic. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ MerMay/ fluff/ romance implied/ sfw

Word Count: 1264

Ignoring Floyd was always something that one did at one’s own risk. Especially when he was staring quite as pointedly as he was staring at me right now. And even more especially so considering that I was sitting on the edge of the pool while Floyd was in his merform.

He drifted over, and I cautiously met his stare, not entirely sure as to what I should expect from him.

For one thing, he’d been oddly peaceful this entire time. And while that didn’t necessarily mean anything, it still felt suspiciously like the calm before a storm.

He tilted his head, slowly coming to a steady stop right in front of me before crossing his arms and resting them on my knees, where I had my legs hanging over the edge of the pool and in the cool water, “Hey Shrimpy, did your world have any merpeople?” 

His tone was relatively innocent, but I still felt my eyebrows lift warily before I shook my head. Half-surprised by his question even as I answered him, “No… They’re the stuff of fairytales in my world…. Kind of like magic is.”

He hummed, rolling his mismatched eyes up to meet mine as he rested his chin on his arms. Almost as if he were, suspiciously enough, trying to look innocent.

I watched him silently for a moment before finally biting the bullet and questioning him as he continued to stare up at me, “Why?”

That singular word had a grin splitting its way across his face, perfectly displaying his too-sharp teeth that made so many others uncomfortable.

But just like how I’d somehow gotten used to his merform’s slimy texture, I was perfectly used to his sharp-toothed grins by now.

“Nothing~ It just explains why you had such a cute, surprised reaction when you first saw mine and Jade’s merforms.”

I rolled my eyes slightly at his teasing tone, even as I smiled despite myself at his words, “You say that like I was the only one who was surprised. I seem to recall Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Grim all being pretty shocked too.”

Despite my words, I couldn’t deny that I had been genuinely startled. Floyd and Jade were nothing like the fluttery, magical creatures I’d imagined as a child. Instead, they were far more dangerous-looking. Something that was fitting, considering their personalities.

But even then, there had still been something enchanting about seeing a merperson for the first time. Much less two of them.

Not that I was ever going to tell Floyd that. He was already amused enough as it was.

Floyd faux-pouted up at me in an almost playful manner, “But none of them were cute. They just looked like a bunch of guppies silently opening and closing their mouths.”

He paused as I fought the urge to snort at his analogy, and, as if somehow he could sense my amusement, he grinned again. His tail slashing through the water as his eyes all but sparkled at me, “You weren’t like that though, Shrimpy. Your eyes were all bright. Like you were excited.”

I almost sighed at his pointed, pleased-sounding words. Because while I couldn’t say that they were wholly accurate, they were a little too perceptive in a way that I could only describe as very Octavinelle.

Floyd, Jade, and Azul were all practically uncanny when it came to their ability to hit upon something people didn’t want them to know.

“I wasn’t excited….” I trailed off unconvincingly, not entirely sure how to defend myself in this situation since he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Lying would be useless. Floyd was so used to his brother’s slippery nature that he would be able to see through any fib I came up with in a nanosecond.

I didn’t have to rush, though. Floyd was waiting. An amused smile on his face as he waited for me to give up in a rare display of patience from the usually restless young man.

But then, I supposed being patient might be easier when victory was assured. His grin wasn’t making it any easier for me to come up with an excuse, though.

“Well, how would you react if you suddenly saw something out of a fairytale?!” I gave up in an exasperated half-surrender.

I refused to tell Floyd that a slight bit of childish enchantment and awe had shot through me when I’d first seen him and his brother’s merforms.

Doing that would just result in him telling his brother, and then there really would be no escaping the teasing and harassment.

As it was, I would just have to put up with Floyd’s teasing and amusement until he drifted onto another topic. He might bring back up my initial reaction to his merform every so often, but I could deal with that. 

After all, it was only fair with how often I got to pick him on numerous things as well.

At odds with my expectations of his laughter, Floyd straightened from where he’d been resting his chin on his arms this entire time and tilted his head in a thoughtful fashion.

After a brief moment, he grinned, and something ever-so-slightly worrying flickered through his mismatched eyes as he met my gaze once more, “I guess I’d squeeze ‘em.”

Before I could even think about reacting, his arms were wrapping themselves around my waist. Pulling me closer and squeezing me with a surprising degree of care considering who it was that I was dealing with.

I gasped slightly in surprise at both his actions and the cold from his wet arms, my hands flying up and grabbing hold of his shoulders in a slight panic. Not entirely trusting him to not pull me into the pool with him.

I didn’t go splashing down into the water though, and my reaction only caused Floyd to grin even more at me, “Your reactions are too much fun, Shrimpy~”

His words were all but cooed, and I frowned slightly, “Floyd, you know your slime is hard to get out of clothes.”

I scolded him in retaliation, continuing to frown down at him, but my words were met with little more than a nonchalant shrug from the merman, who certainly didn't seem like he was going to be letting go of me anytime soon.

In fact, he seemed perfectly content, smiling up at me from the pool that I was now perched precariously on the edge of. Fully relying on Floyd to keep me balanced as he held onto me.

He smiled, tilting his head slightly, perfectly unbothered as he grinned up at me, “Just use the washer at Octavinelle and tell Azul it’s my fault.”

I sighed at his words, feeling myself surrender ever-so-slightly as I let a smile slip onto my face. Sometimes it really did feel like there was no winning against Floyd, and, to be fair, his plan probably would work.

Azul was nothing if not used to Floyd’s mercurial ways that often caused him troubles. 

I relaxed, letting my hands continue to rest easily on Floyd’s shoulders as I smiled down at him, “Just don’t come whining to me later.”

 He outright grinned at my words, his eyes sparkling in an almost challenging way, “No promises~”

I shook my head fondly at both him and his words as I continued to smile down at the man who hugged me close to him.

Floyd himself might not exactly be the stuff of fairytales, but he was definitely  unforgettable, and there wasn’t a thing I would change about him. 

Even if he could be a pest sometimes.

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[lure-of-writing]

Done

Summary: you are done with the way Cassian treats you

word count: 2k

There you were yet again. Alone. Cassian had been doing this a lot recently. Avoiding you that is. It never used to be like this. In the past you couldn’t get him to leave you alone, he was obsessed with you. That was until your work took you to the continent for almost a year. Nine months if you were to be exact. Sure being away from the people you loved wasn’t the best situation to be in but yet you didn’t let that stop you. Often after a long day of playing in the world of politics you would return to your room to write each person of the inner circle a letter. Cassians was always the first to be written and sent out. The rest followed soon after. Since you physically could not be the night court you tried to find ways to remind those you loved that you did in fact love and miss them dearly. Oftentimes sending little items that reminded you of them. Hand made emblem for Rhys to stamp his papers with, beautiful paints that weren’t available in the night court for Feyre. So on and so forth. 

At first everything was fine but the more time you spent on the continent the less you heard from Cassian. The first thought that crossed your mind at the lack of communication from Cass was that Rhys put him to work. Giving him something to focus on other than your lack of presence. With a quick letter to the high lord you quickly found out that was not the case. He in fact was not currently tending to anything other than his recurring requirement to his court. This was strange. 

Something you had learned in your time with Cassian was that sometimes you just simply did not have enough energy to deal with another person, let alone have a conversation with them. So you slowed down the letters you were sending but never failing to remind him that you loved him and couldn’t wait to be home once more and if you were able to visit then you would. Sometimes he would acknowledge the letters you sent, sometimes he wouldn’t. If he sent a letter to you he would oftentimes  disregard what you said about missing him, simply brushing past what you said as if it held no significance. This didn’t happen right away of course, no, it was a slow and minute thing that happened over time. When he first stoped sharing your feeling of longing and want to be with the other person you didn’t mind, figuring that he was enjoying some time alone without you but by month six you were concerned, exhausted, sad and overall hurt and frustrated. This lead you to calling him out on his actions in your next letter. “What is going on? We barley talk, when I offer to come visit you say no, when I ask for you to come here instead you say no. Ive tried just about everything to see you but yet you never do the same for me. I find it quite ironic how every time I think I will have enough time to return home you suddenly are very busy, but yet when I ask Rhysand if that is the case it isn’t. You never have enough time in your days for me but you always have more then enough time to spend with your friends. You will pick literally anything and anyone else over me. Why is that? Do you not love me anymore? Am I not good enough? If you don’t feel the same or want to be in this relationship then please let me know because I can’t do this.” 

Cassian obviously talked you down from the ledge of a breakup reassuring you that he did in fact love you; he was just busy with everything happening within the inner circle especially since he was the peacekeeper between Rhysand and Nesta. Bregurgenly you accepted his answer not without reminding him that what he did was not ok and he needed to change his behavior. Immediately he agreed stating that he saw how it was a problem and needed to do better. 

But better never came. Three months had passed since that argument and almost a month more had passed since you returned home. It was mind blowing how even upon your return back to the night court Cassian never came to see you. Not once. Once again something or someone else always needed him more. With a defeated heart and building anger you accepted each of his excuses in hope that he would one day return the effort you were putting in the relationship. That day never came. Rhysand wanted to see you after your long excursion across the ocean and to a foreign land. He also needed a report from you in full but that was neither here or there. Once at the river house Rhys greeted you with a big smile and open arms, inviting you into a very much needed hug. “How are you my friend?” the question was asked as your high lord led you to his office “I’ve been better but you know how that goes.” Rhysand frowns at your answer “Continue on. What do you mean by that?” sighing you deflate in the chair across from him. “It’s Cassian. I asked him when we could see each other and he said he was busy this weekend and last but I know he was just here. I can smell him. If he was just here, why couldn’t he have stayed and finally acknowledged my existence for the first time since I’ve gotten home?” Rhys simply nodded his head in understanding sensing you had more you needed to get off of your chest. He was right about that. “And then when I asked about seeing him this weekend he said he was busy celebrating the new Valkyries. Like seriously? C’mon. You can’t spare five minutes of your day to say hi, how are you?” 

“I see why you have been better.” with another heavy sigh you nod while closing your eyes to stop the burning sensation of oncoming tears from succeeding in their mission. “Not even that but he doesn’t even talk to me anymore. I will try and try and try but it's like he couldn’t be less interested in what I have to say. If I don’t say anything first we would never talk. Gods, we don’t talk. Actually now that I think of it I can’t remember the last time we had a conversation that lasted for more then five minutes. That is when he can pencil me into his very busy schedule.” You felt Rhysands observing eyes take note of your completely exhausted appearance. And the drained feeling radiating off of you. It wasn’t from the trip. He knew that much. “Y/n my dear you need to talk to him about this.” the first sigh of your impending breakdown was your wobbling lip being pressed inbetween your teeth and the deep breath you take to stop yourself from crying. It was not successful as tears freely made their way down your cheeks. Rhysand saw it then. You were not angry, or frustrated you were simply done being treated this way. You knew what you needed to do but your heart hadn’t let you. “I have talked to him about this. All I do is talk and talk and talk.” A broken laugh makes it way out at how completely stupid you feel. “I’m done talking. He has shown me time and time again just how exactly he feels about me. You prioritize the people you love. And I am no longer a priority.” Finally opening your eyes you see those stunning violet eyes staring back. At first it felt like pity but the longer you looked the more you recognized the true emotion displayed. Empathy. Oftentimes you forgot Rhys could look into people's minds but as you felt the gentle nudge in your head asking for permission to see what had been going on you allowed it. A few moments pass as he shuffled through your memories before he finally retreated to his own mind. “Y/n my dear you don’t deserve that. You know this right.” You couldn’t find it in yourself to verbally respond to him so instead you simply nodded your head while trying to hold back the tsunami of tears fighting to be released. “I know.” you whispered 

Getting Cassian to yourself was no easy feat. The first few failed attempts resulted in getting Rhysand involved as much as you hated having to do so. But this conversation was much needed and you knew you would never feel content with your decision unless you were able to talk with the male face to face. There in that exact office where you had cried to your closest friend about your relationship being in shambles is where you now stood in front of Cassian who was silently sitting in the chair in front of you. “We should break up.” That finally got his attention. As soon as Rhysand revealed that the pretend meeting was just a ploy to get him in the same room as you, Cassian had shut down completely. Now he was staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. “I have tired and tired to get you to care about me and I am done trying. I am tired.” Cassian tried to speak but with the raise of your hand he was quick to close his mouth. “Everything else in your life has taken more priority in your life than me, and I am not saying that I am the most important person in your life because I am not. But I have been begging for you to give me even an ounce of your attention and you can’t even do that so I am done. I am done begging you to allow me in your life, hell to even want me in your life in the first place. I will not continue to beg and plead for you to show me you care because it is quite obvious that you don’t and that you haven’t for a very long time. This is not how you treat someone you love. I would know because I would never do the same to you.” Cassian stood abruptly closing the distance between the two of you causing you to take an equal about of steps back from him. Seeing the hurt flash in his eyes brought you a sense of disbelief. Only when you are about to walk away does he finally show interest in you again. How ironic. “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I can do better, I can be better.” His whisper of words are overshadowed by the laugh falling from your lips. “That is what you have been saying for months and yet you never change. Sure you do better for like a week and then everything is back to normal. It's time to face the music, Cassian. This relationship is over. It has been for months. I was the only one putting in effort and you honestly can’t believe that I would continue to stick around when you don’t do the same. Relationships are two-sided and you know that but yet I was all alone.” 

Swiftly you move past him and his outstretched arm. Only stopping once you reach the threshold of the doors. You don’t look back as you speak “I hope you are a better partner for Nesta.” Cassian remains silent as you pull open the door. Rolling your shoulders back you stand tall as you make your way down the hallway lined with Rhysand and Azriel. Finally you had set yourself free from the person who valued you the least. Outside of the River house you took in Velaris one last time. Life on the continent was calling and you couldn’t fathom telling it no. Something in your soul had changed walking out of that room. Something no male could ever take away from you again. Happiness. And for the first time in your life you finally understood what it meant to put yourself first.

#cassian oneshot #cassian x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you #cassian imagine #cassian x reader #cassian #cassian x y/n #cassian angst

[obeymematches]

I saw one of your stories and I got immediately interested by one of them, then I had an idea more like a head Canon maybe-

So you and Solomon are making a potion for class one of the brothers came into the classroom and a big explosion happened one of you and the brothers didn't brace for impact and then suddenly your future child is there I just want to see everybody's reaction or maybe what will they do in that situation (sorry it's a bit weird but yeah that's all I came up with in my head) ^^"

henlo!!! So you sent in this ask almost 3 years ago (may 20th 2021) I'm so so so sorry i didn't reply sooner, you're probably over this by now 😅 but i felt inspired to write it today so here we go 🫶

🌸Meeting your future kid with him🌸

GN MC

Okay so this time Solomon has some homework to do... sending this kiddo back without messing with the future is gonna take time. Until then you must take care of them! You are the parent afterall!!

Lucifer: 4 months old

Not gonna lie it took him the longest to realize it's YOUR baby WITH him! In his defense, babies can look a bit weird. The baby definitely has your mouth, but his eyes and hairline. He didn't see many infant in his life so this is all new! You can literally see his heart melt when the little baby smiles at him! Shares his part with pride, changes diapers, carries the baby around....just take over when the baby is fussy.

MC I can't wait to meet the baby again... I miss them already, isn't that funny?

Mammon: 3yrs old

Your toddler immediately recognized you and Mammon. You and him looked at each other with an awkward stare, his face is as red as it can be- you are definitely not ready for kids!!! The fact that around 3 years old kids looove disobeying on purpose doesn't help. Mammon gets the hang of it though, he looves his little troublemaker! They could play all day long.

I wanna see ya grow up little man- I looove being your dad!

Levi: 8yrs old

Again, the kis recognizes you and him. Right now he keeps telling you he isn't ready for kids and might never be; same as you!! So how did this happen??? Do you must have one in the future??? Thankfully with an 8yrs old you can already have a conversation, play games with, etc so by the time it's over he grows very fond of them.

MC... I think I have changed my mind- having a kid is a lot like having a small best friend!

Satan: 16yrs

Ah. Your child is as upset as any 16 yr old would be in this case, leaving you and Satan no time to think about the fact you made this person. He does his absolute best to stay calm and see things from the kid's POV, but man is it difficult when your teen keeps lying about important stuff, escapes the house as soon as you lower your guard, fights with anyone over and over who doesn't do as they want despite being so so so sensitive... it is tiring.

I wish I could see what they were like as a little kid... why did I think teens were easy?!

Asmo: 13 yrs

Okay he is very quick at recognizing his own kid; he has YOUR and HIS face memorized. Starts sobbing when he realizes what this means; you are going to be parents!! The thought of loving someone sooo much just sends him over the edge. He buys everyone matching clothes, plans so many vacations you are rarely at home, surprisingly good at answering questions your little one has. (Very comforting, builds their confidence as much as he can!!)

MC, how do I look as a parent? You still love me?

Beel: 1 yr old

Okay, it was obvious the baby is a perfect mix of you two; his eyes are definitely yours though! Beel finds this job to be super important so he spends almost all day with the baby. They play peek-a-boo, he helps your kid to learn to walk and eat with hands, carries them on his shoulder when they get tired. Honestly he doesn't want to let them go back.

MC... I think we should have at least 3 kids!"

Belphie: 6yrs

Okay, he never would've thought he'd have a kid with you; first, you are dating someone else right now and second, he doesn't really like kids. So this one's gonna be complicated. His face turns red though as he has always liked you but you made it clear he is not really your type. Co-parenting brought you much closer; you could see how calm he can stay when he wants to, and how smart he actually is especially when the 6 years old doesn't stop with their questions. How it continues after the kid is back in the future is up to you babe!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me luci x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me! #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me hcs #obey me brothers #obey me swd #omswd #swd obey me

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 10

Words: 4,4K

Summary: You didn't like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you would use to describe him.

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

ac: _3aem

Notes: I was not going to post but Gege made my day with that 260 chapter, so here you have.

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You placed Satoru in front of you, hoping his figure would shield you from view. Of all the clubs in Tokyo, why did you have to run into that jerk here? You nervously bit your thumb, trying to come up with a plan to avoid being seen.

“Birdie?” Satoru tilted his head and looked at your face.

You sighed. That was true. You and Satoru were about to cross a line that had no turning back, but seeing that person threatened to ruin everything.

"Huh..." You looked at Satoru, trying to make the situation lighter. “No big deal.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

But Satoru saw through you. “There's someone here you don't want to see, right?” He deduced, his tone soft but insightful.

Your heart sank. How did he know? 

"How...?" You started, before he interrupted you.

"Your face dropped when you saw someone behind me and positioned me to protect you.” He explained calmly.

You blinked in surprise, amazed at him. How could he be so observant? Despite your attempt to hide it, Satoru saw right through you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension wash over you. 

You raised your gaze a little to face Satoru's. “I… Yes there is someone here I would like to avoid.” You admitted nervously. 

Satoru's expression was replaced with one of concern. “Do you want us to leave?” His voice sounded worried. 

You were conflicted, a part of you wanted to leave, the atmosphere had become somewhat uncomfortable knowing that that person was there. But the other part, the part that wanted to continue enjoying with your friends, that wanted to continue dancing with Satoru and that felt safe being close to Satoru's presence, wanted more than anything in the world to stay there. 

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head and smiled. “I want to stay.” You said firmly. 

“Okay birdie, but if you want to leave, tell me.” He said, leaning down to get closer to you. “Let’s go where everyone else is.” He grabbed your hand once again, just as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As you and Satoru walked side by side towards where the basketball players and the girls were, you felt a pang of reluctance as you let go of his hand when you reached the group. It was like a part of you wanted to keep holding on to him, not ready to let it go.

Quickly sitting down next to the girls, you tried to distract yourself from the feeling of emptiness. Starting a conversation with your friends helped you momentarily, but your thoughts kept returning to Satoru and to that person. 

Looking at Satoru, you found him immersed in a conversation with his teammates, his smile illuminated his features. A bittersweet pain settled in your chest as you realized how much you enjoyed his company and the warmth of his touch.

“Something happened?” Kyoko whispered in your ear. You clenched your fists on your knees, Kyoko was the only one that knew about that guy and you knew her well enough to know that she would start to worry incessantly, so wanted you to  avoid telling her.

“Don't worry, you know that my battery wears out after drinking a little more than the usual.” You smiled, not giving any signs of importance.

Kyoko looked at you unsure as if she should believe you or try to get out of you what you were hiding but she ended up nodding and trusting your words. The conversation flowed normally up until Shoko announced her intention to step outside for a smoke, you rose from your seat, claiming the need for fresh air, you followed her lead. Satoru's concerned gaze followed you, but you reassured him with a simple gesture, telling him to stay calm.

Stepping out of the club, the cool night air greeted you, washing over your cheeks and your uncovered legs. As you took a deep breath, you felt a sense of relief flood over you.

Beside you, Shoko lit her cigarette, the glow illuminating her features in the night. You stood in companionable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the tranquility of the night and the gentle rustle of the breeze.

“You want?” Shoko shook the pack of cigarettes in front of you.

“It’s been a while since I smoked.” You told her.

“Oh you left it? Shit I shouldn’t have offered you.” She said, putting the box away. 

“I quit when we were in first grade, Kyoko hated that I smoked and helped me quit.” You explained.

“When did you start smoking?” Shoko asked you. “If you want to tell me, of course.”

“I think I was 15… I was dating my first boyfriend at the time and he was a heavy smoker, so he kinda dragged me in.” 

“Shit that’s awful.” Shoko gasped. “I was 17 and it was due to stress of not being able to get into college.” She let the smoke out of her lips. “At the end I got in but didn’t gave up smoking.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Now that Suguru and Kyoko are dating, maybe Suguru also quits smoking thanks to her.” Shoko smiled. “So you and Kyoko have been friends since the first year?” She said, taking another drag on her cigarette.

“Yeah, she was the one to approach me and ever since then we have been together.” 

You smiled remembering how Kyoko approached you that late spring when you were sitting on a bench alone eating a sandwich. She came at you like fresh air, like the morning sun heating your face. Kyoko entered your world to shake it completely.

“You care for her a lot right?” Shoko said.

You nodded still with a smile on your lips. “A lot, she is a sister to me.”

“She also cares a lot for you.” She rested her back on the wall. “When I met her, that time you were sick, she talked so dearly about you.” She smiled. “She even made Satoru sweat just by using her words.”

“Why would she?” You tilted your head confused.

“Oh you know, well it doesn't matter...” Shoko smiled. “Let’s head back.”

As you walked alongside Shoko, you suddenly felt a strong grip around your wrist, causing you to wince in pain. Surprised, you froze when you heard your name being called and instantly realized who was holding you.

Turning to face the source of the grip, your heart skipped a beat as you met the gaze of the unwanted individual you had been trying to avoid all night. It was him, the person you least wanted to meet.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" He scoffed, squeezing his wrist.

You tried to pull away, protesting against the pain coursing through your arm. "Let go." You demanded, voice strained with a mix of fear and defiance.

Shoko looked back, worried about etching his features as she watched the scene unfold. “Let her go.” She intervened firmly, approaching you.

The unwanted individual's gaze flickered between you and Shoko, with a smile on his lips. “She and I need to talk, don't we?” He insisted, with a possessive tone.

Panic surged inside you as you struggled against his grip, the weight of his words sinking in. “Naoya, you and I have nothing to talk about, let me go.” 

Naoya let out a throaty laugh and looked at you. “Come on doll, you quit the bar without saying anything, you completely broke my heart you know?” 

Naoya Zenin, your former boss. As his grip tightened around your wrist, a flood of memories returned: the days of working under his rule at the bar, the constant fear and anxiety that plagued you every time you set foot in that place.

When you started working at the restaurant, Naoya seemed like a normal guy, who treated you with respect and care. But as time passed, his true colors emerged, revealing him to be a complete macho asshole who harbored an unhealthy obsession with you.

The fear of running into him at the bar became one of your biggest nightmares. The weight of your debts hang over you like a dark cloud, threatening to engulf you if you didn't continue to put up with Naoya's harassment.

Fortunately, Kyoko came to your rescue, offering you a lifeline out of the toxic situation. Now you only worked in the grocery store and you didn’t have to worry anymore about that asshole. 

But there he was, once again in front of you looking at you with those sick eyes.

Shoko called you out and you looked back at her. “You know him?” 

You clenched your fists and nodded as you turned your gaze to him. “Unfortunately.”

“Hey!” Shoko spoke. “If you don’t want to get in trouble, let her go and stay away from her.” 

“And what will a filthy woman like you do?” He smiled arrogantly while still holding your wrist.

“Oh don’t worry. She will take care of you.” And she pointed behind him.

Yuki was outside the club and was standing right behind Naoya.  He laughed ironically and Yuki with a half smile grabbed the hand that he was holding tightly to you and moved it away from you, causing a sharp scream to escape from Naoya's lips. Shoko on her part grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer to her, moving you away from him.

“Show me your wrist.” Shoko demanded, so you did as she told you. “It's red. It hurts?” You nodded slowly. “We better put some cold in it. That bastard.” She said, bracing you against her. “Yuki…”

��I’m done.” She smiled. “Get near her again and you will see.” 

As Shoko and Yuki took you back to the club, you felt a mix of relief and apprehension swirling inside you. Naoya was left laying on the ground, mumbling incomprehensible words.

Shoko walked up to the bar and asked for some ice to put around your wrist so the redness would go away. When the ice touched your skin you grimaced in disgust at the feeling of the cold hitting your skin. 

“What happened?” Kyoko appeared right next to the three of you.

“Kyoko…” You whispered, surprised she came that fast. “Oh this!” You pointed to your wrist. “It’s nothing I tripped outside and hurt my wrist but it’s okay.” You smiled. 

“Ugh…” She held your wrist carefully. “You need to be more careful.” 

“It’s okay, Shoko and Yuki were there.” You tried to calm her down. “Now go back to your boyfriend.” You winked at her. “He is waiting for you.” You said and Kyoko turned to see him and then back to you.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” She insisted again.

“Super sure. Now go!”

Once Kyoko returned with Suguru, you begged Shoko and Yuki to keep the incident a secret, fearing unnecessary worry and complications if Kyoko and also if Satoru would go find out. However, their solemn expressions told you that keeping it secret was not an option.

"I'm sorry, but we can't hide this." Shoko said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

You understood her concern, although it weighed heavily on you. Knowing that Kyoko would start to worry only increased your distress, but deep down, you realized that they were right.

"If they ask us, we will have to tell them." Yuki added, his tone firm but compassionate. "It's best that you tell them yourself, for your own well-being and safety."

Reluctantly, you agreed to talk to Kyoko and Satoru, promising to address the situation but choosing to wait until the party was over. You didn't want to ruin the night with those news and preferred to enjoy what was left of the night.

You went back and sat with Shoko and Yuki while Kyoko enjoyed her time with Suguru. Briefly you saw Satoru speaking with the same girl you saw him that time he was acting strangely and something inside you stirred. You clenched your fists and looked away from where the two of them were laughing. You knew you had no right to be angry because you and Satoru were absolutely nothing, but you still were. You were completely jealous.

You grabbed your new drink and took a big sip, feeling how it burned in your throat. You looked pathetic, with your drink in your hand, the alcohol rushing through your system and your gaze fixed on a person who was absolutely nothing of yours.

You wanted to get up from where you were, approach them and take Satoru away, to a place where only the two of you could be, where you were the only one who looked into those eyes and they looked back at you. A place where only you could see his smile. 

Oh fuck you had actually passed the event horizon and fallen into the black hole that was Satoru Gojo. 

There was no turning point. 

There was no escape for you. 

You watched her lean towards him, close, too close for your liking. You wanted to scream for her to get away from him. You stood up from your seat and felt the world spin slightly. But with clumsy steps and through the people you made your way to where Satoru was. When you were close enough you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you.

“What…?” You heard him say.

“Satoruuuuu.” You stretched out his name, while you hugged his arm tightly. The alcohol was causing you to do things that had never occurred to you but there you were.

“Birdie?” He opened his eyes when he laid his eyes on you. “You are drunk?” It was a question but sounded more like an affirmation. “How much have you drunk?” He said with a worried tone. 

“Hmm…” You tried to think. “Like three… or maybe it was four. But I’m not drunk.” You smiled. “I’m just happy.” You rested your face on his bicep. “You told me you would accompany me drinking, but I'm alone.” It was a lie, but you wanted him to come with you.

“You are clearly drunk.” He looked at you with a serious face. “Come on.” He put his hand on your back and you started walking. “Mei Mei we'll talk about it.”

So her name was Mei Mei. You had never heard of her, but certainly for the only two times you had seen her she was someone with money and who moved in the same world as Satoru.

The same world as him. You were far from that world, in fact it was impossible for you to even think about touching it with your fingertips. 

“What are you thinking about birdie?” His voice once again taking you out of your own thoughts.

“Just… nothing.” You said with a sigh.

You both sat once again in the spot where you were just a few minutes ago. This time Shoko and Yuki and everyone else were gone. It was just you and Satoru.

You felt them grab your wrist and you quickly pushed them away, scared by the sensation. “Birdie…” Satoru spoke.

“Sorry… I fell and my wrist still hurts.” It was true, Satoru didn’t know.

“You fell?” He said with worried eyes.

“Just tripped and fell, nothing to worry about.” You tried to laugh it out. 

“Let me check.” He insisted.

“It’s pointless, Shoko already treated me.” You said showing him your wrist.

He checked your wrist carefully and then looked up to you. “This doesn’t look like you tripped. Birdie what happened…?” 

You looked at him and then to your hands, it was pointless to lie to him, you were going to tell him anyway. “An asshole grabbed me, but Shoko and Yuki helped me out.” You were leaving a lot of information out.

“Which asshole? Why?” His voice tone was serious. “Birdie, look at me.” And you did. “Tell me the truth. Are you really okay?” 

You took a breath and then let it out. “I was scared at first, but now, I’m okay.” You could see he was not convinced with your words. “I swore Satoru, I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m here with you, so there is nothing for me to worry about.” You gave him a smile.

He hesitated but ended up nodding. “Alright but if you see the asshole nearby, just…” 

“Yeah yeah, I know…” You shook your head. “Now let’s go for something else to drink.”

“No way.”

“Why?” You protested.

“Because you are starting to get drunk.”

“I am not drunk, just…” Jealous. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“Just what?” Satoru tilted his head.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” You looked away. “But c’mon Satoru, let’s have one drink together. I’m not that drunk anyways.” You stood up and started walking towards the bar.

“You are not going to stop, right?” He whispered to your ear.

“Nop, until I get my drink with you.” You said, showing off your smile. 

He laughed. “You better not throw up on me again.” You grabbed your cocktail and looked at him offended.

“I was sick, you know?” You drank a bit. “You are not going to order anything?” 

“No, it’s enough drinking for me.” He shrugged. 

You linked your arm with his and rested your head on his shoulder as you walked back to where you had been sitting. The alcohol and jealousy were giving you a courage that you wouldn't have thought you would have at the start of the day. 

When you rested your head you felt Satoru tense up, did you make him nervous? 

“Being drunk makes you incredibly clingy, you know?” He said when you both sat back down.

Maybe or maybe I want to be with you like that.

You wanted to say it out loud but even if you were a bit, just a bit drunk, you didn’t have the courage to do it, so instead you remain silent, listening to the loud music playing and feeling Satoru’s heat next to yours. 

“Don’t sleep on me, please.” Satoru whispered to your ear.

“I won’t.” You said, although you were a bit tired. “By the way, did you come here by car?” 

He shook his head. “I came with Nanami.”

“Oh… the tall blonde guy Haibara’s friend.” 

“Yeah the one you said was handsome.” He challenged. 

“Your feelings are still hurt, Gojo?” You tease back.

“Nah because I’m obviously more handsome.” He flicked his head backwards.

“Sure…” Yes you are Satoru. “I haven’t seen Haibara…” 

“Oh I think he was busy.” Satoru said, looking away from you. “Let’s play a game.” He looked back at you with a smile.

“Play a game?” You tilted your head. “What are you 16? You want us to spin the bottle so you can kiss me or something like that.”

You watched Satoru swallow as you said the words ‘kiss me’ but then he shook his head and a smile appeared on his face once again. “No, I want 7 minutes in heaven with you baby.” And he winked his eye.

Oh you did have a crush on him for sure but he was still an annoying pain in the ass. “In your dream Satoru Gojo. Now for real, what game?”

“20 questions.”

“20 questions? Oh for real you hit your head and turned back time to when you were 16?”

“C’mon birdie. This way we could get to know each other better.” 

“Are you going to ask me what my favorite color is?” You said teasing him.

“Maybe, but listen to make this more fun, every time we don’t want to answer something we have to drink.”

“You don’t even have a drink.” You pointed out.

“I will buy one now. But c’mon birdie it will be fun.” He pouted.

“I thought you said I was drunk already, now you want me to drink more?” 

“If you don’t want to drink more then you will have to answer honestly.” He smirked. 

Ugh that stupid, handsome smile.

“Deal.” You said. “Go for your drink, I won’t be nice with you Satoru Gojo.” 

“I hope you aren’t because neither I will be.” He winked and went for his drink.

As you watched Satoru approach the bar counter, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you. Despite the occasional urge to strangle him, his playful antics and teasing comments often testing your patience, you couldn't deny the genuine affection that had grown in you over the course of these weeks.

His company had a way of lifting your spirits, casting a comforting glow even in the most challenging of times. And as you reflected on the night's events, a soft sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the ambient sounds of the bustling club around you.

The two of you had shared intimate moments on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the music and the warmth of each other's touch. And yet, in the midst of the euphoria of the night, the shadow of Naoya’s presence had caused you not to take a step forward, a tricky step that could have complicated your situation with Satoru.

When Satoru returned to the couch, his smile radiant and infectious, you felt a surge of warmth flood your chest, erasing any doubt or hesitation that lingered within you.

“Okay.” He put down his drink. “You wanna start?”

“What an honor.” You smiled. “Okay Satoru, hmmm…” You thought for a moment. “I will be nice and ask you something easy, cat or dog person?” 

“Cat person, definitely.” He nodded. “Wanted to adopt one but I think I’m not ready for that responsibility.”

You nodded. “Okay now it’s your turn.” 

“Favorite color?” 

“Definitely a question a 16 year old would ask.” 

“C’mon birdie, answer.”

“Red.” 

“Is that why the dress?” 

“Yes and because it makes me have nice tits.” You smiled with all your teeth.

“Definitely.” He said looking down.

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers on his face. “My eyes are up here, you pervert.” 

Satoru blushed a little bit and then he chuckled. “Yeah… I was just corroborating your point.”

“Sure…okay my turn I guess. Why did you chose this degree?”

“Easy. When I was a child, the stars and everything related to space intrigued me greatly. And I always wanted to find an answer to each of the questions that arose in me, so I decided to study that career to be able to answer the questions of my inner child.” You could see how his eyes shone when he said all that and how a wide smile spread across his face, showing some small dimples that you had not noticed until that moment. “How about you? Why did you decide to study this?”

“My mother used to be an astrophysicist, when I was little she would take me to the garden of my grandmother's house and talk to me about the different stars and constellations in the sky.” She shrugged, feeling nostalgia course through your body. “I guess our reasons are a bit similar.” You looked at him smiling.

“I guess so.” He smiled back. “Go ahead, it's your turn to make a question. We still haven’t drink a bit, you know.”

“Alright…” You paused and thought about what you could ask him, and there was a question that had been on your mind for a while. “Who was that girl you were with before?” You clenched your hand, making your nails dig into your palm.

Satoru looked around. “Who? Mei Mei?” You nodded. “Mei Mei is an old family friend. Her family runs a company and we usually meet each other at business parties and stuff like that.” He explained as if it was nothing. “Why? Don’t tell me you were…”

“I was just curious.” You cut him before he could say any other word. “You seem to get along with her. That’s all.” His gaze was on you. “C’mon your turn.”

“Why don’t you practice taekwondo anymore?” 

Oh. That question. The answer was quick, you had broken your tibia and fibula, the reason was because it was more complex and you didn't feel ready to tell Satoru. Not yet. So you grabbed your glass and took a sip. Satoru looked at you strangely.

“I’m not ready to talk about it.” You told him, to which he nodded. “Have you and Suguru ever had anything?” You asked him, causing Satoru to choke on his own saliva. 

“What's with that question?” He exclaimed. 

“Don't blame me, the whole first year Kyoko and I really thought you two were dating.” You shrugged.

“No, nothing has ever happened between us. We are best friends." He said. 

“Okay jeez, you got really nervous Satoru.” You teased him.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. 

“But would you?” You kept on teasing him.

“Jesus birdie! Suguru now has a girlfriend and I…” He shut himself. “Those were two questions.”

“Oh c’mon.” You cried. 

“My turn.” He smiled cockily. Oh this was going to be a good one right? “Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” He nodded. “I don’t hate you Satoru.”

“Then why did you avoid me?”

“Oh that… I guess you don’t remember it.” He looked at you confused and you sighed. “The first day you dumped me, I fell to the floor and well you didn’t even look at me.” You said.

“I… I did that?” He said.

“Yeah… then I found out you were the rich kid from the Gojo clan and I guess, I didn’t want to have anything to do with you.” You shrugged.

“Shit birdie, I don’t… I don’t remember it.” 

“Doesn’t matter, you were on your phone, angry and besides you turned out to be a pretty decent guy, unless you are faking all of this.” You raised your eyebrow.

“I would never pretend to be someone I’m not with you.” He looked at you with the most serious look and you believe every single one of his words. “You believe me?”

“That’s another question already.” You said still looking at his eyes. 

“Then ask me another question, birdie…” He whispered and when you felt his breath touching your skin it was when you realized how close, once again you were from each other.

Your eyes indirectly went down to his lips and then returned to his eyes, you salivated as you noticed how your throat had gone dry and you took a breath. “How many shots would you need to kiss me?” Satoru stared at your face and you felt that the seconds it took him to respond turned into minutes.

“None.”

Notes: Someone commented that every single Gojo fic has a Naoya on it to make the reader suffer, but let me tell you something I was going to put Mahito first but I needed someone with money for future events, but don’t worry he got get into Gojo’s and Birdie’s business 😊

Also, another cliffhanger lol and this time you will have to wait until the 30-31, I have exams next week and I’m also watching Taylor Swift, so I won’t be able to post anything.

Anyways, I hope everyone liked and thanks for the comments and kudos ❤️

p.s: but daddy I love him chapter 2 this weekend

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[alphajocklover]

Hey! Sorry to bother you but I have a problem. You see, I was walking alone in the street when someone ran into me. I didn't see him and he seemed really annoyed i bumped into him. He started screaming at me and saying things like, you dumb boy. You think you can walk around like you owned the streets. You are nothing. You don't deserve free will... And a lot of other things as he ketp running away. Only thing is, he didn't grabbed back his phone and as I grabbed it to give it to him, he was nowhere to be found. NOw i'm home with his phone and i don't know what to do. I feel weird and my legs are getting sore. What is happening to me? You have any idea how I could give him back his phone?

So this random guy you don’t even know, who got super aggressive with you over a tiny accident and basically called you worthless and less than human, dropped his phone before storming off… and despite everything he said, you want to find him and bring back his phone? You are a very kind person… or maybe a really naive one.

Him walking into you wasn’t really an accident. He did it on purpose, just like how he dropped his phone on purpose. He's been planning this for quite some time, and he decided that today was the day to strike. Today he’s going to turn you into a horny jock. It’s not too late though. You can avoid your fate… if you can figure out how he’s doing it.

Because I’ll be honest, I have no fucking clue how he’s going to transform you.

I know it has something to do with that phone, so obviously my first thought was that InstaJock was involved somehow. But… why wouldn’t he have just sent you an invite then? Why use his own phone? With how the app works I don’t even think you can get transformed using another persons phone. Maybe he put some hypnosis tracks on the phone and he’s banking on you listening to them? Or maybe he got a nerd to make it so his phone spews jockifying gas if you open it? Neither of those seem right either though…

Maybe the phone was a red herring? Something to distract you from the actual transformation method until it was too late? Could it have been the jock himself? He did touch you after all, and the entire ‘taking your free will thing’ kind of suggest he’s an Alpha. But… Alphas aren’t usually that aggressive with potential betas. They have no reason to be. They know they’re better than everyone else, they don’t have to pick fights to prove it to anyone. And Alphas usually don’t resort to cheap tricks like decoy phones. Sometimes they like to mix up how they transform betas but usually they just let their sheer dominance do its job. So he’s probably not an Alpha. Maybe it has nothing to do with the jock? Maybe running into him was a coincidence and the real reason you’re changing is… you.

When you saw that guy, so huge, buff, aggressive and manly, maybe a part of you realized how deeply you want to be like that. How sick you are of being weak, of being small, of being so nice. Maybe it woke something up inside you, and now some sort of inner force is changing you into who you really wanna be: an absolute stud. A fucking man. I could be wrong. It’s rare for someone to spontaneously turn into a jock, without a specific transformation method or catalyst. But… it does happen. Very rarely, a regular geek will just… transform. It’s always possible there’s a reason for it that we haven’t discovered yet, but until we do we just have to accept that some guys are going to randomly change. And it looks like you’re one of the lucky few.

Don’t fight it. There’s no way to prevent or reverse the transformation anyways. Can’t reverse it if we don’t know what caused it after all. So, if you’re going to change anyways, why not enjoy it? Enjoy the feeling of your muscles slowly growing, starting with your legs and traveling up your body, through your abs, across your chest and down your arms. Enjoy as your mind starts to dim and you brain is filled with thoughts of working out, playing sports, having sex and gaming with your bros. It’s not like you’ll be entirely gone. You’re still you, just slightly different. You’ll still be a very kind, very naive person. Possibly even more so. Jocks like you aren’t exactly known for being smart, and everyone loves a kind, beefy himbo.

Considering what I've seen so far, I bet that’s exactly how you’ll end up. A cool, buff, manly guy that could belong at a football game or a pizza party. You’ll be popular with everyone, even the nerds and especially the babes. So go and enjoy the life of a himbo jock. I know I would!

**hey everyone! Just wanted to say hi and thank Axeeglitter for his prompt. I hope it’s what he wanted. I feel a little weird using an actor as a picture in one of my stories (Cody Christian is the hot guy at the bottom) but Axeeglitter and I dmed a little and he mentioned Cody Christian is a favorite of his. Hope you guys enjoy, and if you ever have something specific in mind for a story you can’t communicate through an ask, don’t hesitate to dm me!**