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wriothesleybear · 16 hours
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Gallagher and playful bites
~warnings: mostly fluff, slight spice at the end, fem!reader, MDNI!
~a/n: I can't get over his voice line of how he was a menace when he was younger and would just bite everyone. Also, his 'rawr' at the end. I can't! I love him so much! ;-;
Gallagher is a goofball and he seems like the type to playfully bite his s/o. He'd bite you anywhere really, but his favorite places to bite you the most is on your neck, shoulders, and thighs. One time when you two were cuddling on the couch, you were absentmindedly rubbing his stubble, enjoying the feel of it as you watched TV. As you were distracted, he caught your finger in his mouth and softly bit down. The unexpected action pulled your attention away from the TV. Scowling at him, you ask, "What was that for?" He doesn't even acknowledge your question. Instead, his attention is fully focused on the film playing. He sits innocently as if he didn't just bite your finger for no reason.
Early mornings are filled with soft touches, slow kisses and playful nibbles. As soon as he wakes up, he turns over and immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The ticklish feel of his stubble causes you to wake from your sleep. You sleepily giggle, wiggling in his hold. "Good morning beautiful." He says in his sexy, morning voice. His voice is deeper and has a lower baritone in the mornings when he first wakes up. The sound so calming and soothing that it makes you want to fall back to sleep. The warmth from his body keeps you comfortable and shielded from the cold morning air. His hand slowly rubs your stomach as his lips trail soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder. As you relish in the feel of his soft touches, he unexpectedly leaves a little bite, snapping you out of your peaceful headspace. "We've barely woken up and you're already biting me." You tease. He smirks against your skin, continuing to lay little pecks across your skin. His teasing nibbles and kisses tickle the skin of your neck, causing you to burst into laughter. You try to push him away, but his arms tighten their hold on you, bringing you closer against his body, making you unable to escape his tickle attack. He finally stops once he thinks you've had enough and you promise him kisses.
When his head is buried between your legs, he spends extra time worshipping your beautiful thighs. Trailing your skin with kisses as his hands rub your thighs. Praises and compliments leave his lips in between kisses. While your mind is hazy with pleasure from his ministrations, he nibbles and licks marks into your skin. Once he's done, your thighs are decorated in his marks, claiming you as his. "Always a beautiful sight to see after I've finished."
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sleepyhutcherson · 3 days
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batman!mike schmidt headcannons
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pairing: batman!mike schmidt x gn!reader
tags: pervy!mike (watches you get undressed), jealousy, stalker, overprotective, spit kink, choking, being fucked from behind, inspired by pattinson’s batman — 18+, NSFW
author’s note: mike and pattinson’s bruce >> they are literally the same person (in some ways okay?) also i have smut blurb of batman!mike that i’ll probably post to end off my little batman!mike series <3
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batman!mike who from the moment he sees you become utterly obsessed with you.
batman!mike first saw you when he was dealing with some men that were attempting to rob the diner you were working at. luckily, you weren’t at the register, but you were there. after dealing with the vigilantes, his dark eyes met yours for a brief moment. he stared at you, eyes focused on you and you swore you saw a softness to the brown eyes before he left.
batman!mike who researches everything about you from that day on. of course, he goes home to research you in his cave, getting every ounce of information about you: i mean, he also needs your home address to watch over you, duh!
batman!mike who starts showing up outside the diner you’re working at just to…watch you…to make sure you’re not in any kind of danger.
batman!mike definitely keeps a diary but doesn’t write in it too frequently. but once he encounters you he starts writing in it more — you’re mainly what he writes about.
batman!mike is possessive. he’s not really aware of it, honestly. whenever he sees you on the phone or with someone laughing and smiling a little too much for his liking it ruins his day. like literally. he’ll sulk the rest of the day trying to find out who that person was that was making you laugh and smile so much.
batman!mike who sneaks into your place while you’re working just to look through your stuff. he feels a sense of guilt being in there without your consent…but he just wants to get to know you better! he wants to know what your interests are, what books you’re into, what you write about in your journal, how your room is decorated, etc.
batman!mike wears black eyeshadow (like battinson), it’s smudged and messy but it looks so good on him. his pretty brown eyes complimenting the makeup so well.
batman!mike who watches you undress from your window once you get home from work. it’s not a one time thing either. by now he has your bare body memorised.
batman!mike who huffs and groans while he’s fucking you.
batman!mike who likes to fuck you from behind with his hand gripping onto you hair as he thrusts into you roughly.
batman!mike who will force you to look at him as he fucks you from behind, you turn around and watch as he becomes a groaning mess behind you, he tells you to stick out your tongue out for him to spit in your mouth.
batman!mike who — despite literally showing up at your window to fuck you — will not show his face to you. not yet. meaning he leaves the mask on at first.
batman!mike who makes you suck his fingers. he needs you to coat them with your spit before inserting them inside of you.
batman!mike isn’t really submissive, you probably won’t hear him whine but on those more stressful nights you’ll hear him whimper while he’s burying himself deeper inside of you, his hands wrapped around your neck.
batman!mike who will jerk off to something of yours if he isn’t able to go see you. like it can be anything: underwear, a bracelet of yours — anything.
batman!mike who will stay up late to rewatch playbacks of his day that he recorded through his contacts lenses just to see you. over and over. sometimes he’ll jerk off while he watches.
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libby-for-life · 2 days
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Ok how about yandere Lucifer trying to woo Adam in Hell with presents and Adam’s favorite meals
You are a good idea machine! I am nothing but a humble writer!
Adam sat uncomfortably on the sofa as Lucifer hugged him. His head was on the former archangel's chest and he hummed as he ran his fingers through Adam's hair. The image was probably comical considering how tall he was.
"Adam! I almost forgot! This is for you!" Lucifer let him go and Adam took his chance to sit up and away from the devil's embrace. Adam's jaw dropped. Lucifer was holding an electric guitar made out of red metal. It even had flames on the side.
"That looks fucking sick," Adam said before gazing at the former angel with a frown. "This is for me? What's the catch?"
When Lucifer nodded. "No catch. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed if you played for me, but overall it's for you." Adam couldn't keep the grin off his face as he held the guitar. He could play music now. Lucifer chuckled and gently cupped his face but Adam pulled away with a frown. He may like the gift, but that doesn't mean he liked all the forced proximity.
Lucifer bit his lip sadly but allowed him to stay away from him. "How about we get that all plugged up so you can rock on it?"
Adam sat at the table and squirmed a bit. Lucifer said that he was making dinner but he was a bit skeptical of it all. He had never seen the angel cook so he had no idea if it were good or bad.
Suddenly, Lucifer teleported into the spacious dining room holding a plate of steaming meat. "Ribs!" Adam cried out shocked. He hadn't had a good plate of ribs in a while. It smelled so good. Lucifer smiled as he set the plate down. Adam was well aware he was being stared at as he ate but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
"Oh, you have a little something right there," Lucifer said pointing to his cheek. Adam shrugged and tried to wipe it off with his hand a few times but he must have kept missing because Lucifer just laughed.
"Let me." Instead of grabbing a napkin, Adam sat frozen as deceptively delicate fingers brushed his cheek and came back with BBQ sauce. A blush exploded on his face as Lucifer licked his thumb obscenely, long tongue wrapping around the appendage and sucking the sauce up slowly.
Adam let out a breath, ribs momentarily forgotten, as he watched the former angel suck on his thumb before letting go with a resounding pop. "Tasty." He said before standing up. His eyes were hooded. "I'll leave you to your meal. Give me a call if you need me."
Adam stood outside on a balcony, watching Hell's lights with a contemplative look. For once, it seemed quiet. Well as quiet as it could be in Hell, but Adam was just reveling in the silence of the night.
"I thought I might find you here," Lucifer said. Adam hummed but didn't say anything as the devil leaned against the railing next to him.
"You know, Hell doesn't look too much like a shit hole right now when we're this high," Adam commented, looking down below with a critical eye.
Lucifer laughed. "It has its moments." Lucifer turned to him with a gentle smile. "You look beautiful in this lighting." Adam blushed at the compliment. "Of course I do. I'm fucking Adam."
Lucifer bit his lip before leaning in closer. A hand found its way to his neck and brought him down to his level. Adam's eyes widened, his breath picked up and he let out an embarrassing whimper when he felt Lucifer's lips at the shell of his ear. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," he breathed out, and then Lucifer gave a bruising kiss. Tongues intertwined with each other but Lucifer soon took control and Adam moaned as he felt fingers brush his bulge. How was he already hard?
"You have no idea how beautiful you look," Lucifer murmured sweetly as they broke.
Lucifer felt happy. Finally, Adam was returning his touches and kisses. Charlie had suggested the whole wooing Adam. If all else failed, then he would have resorted to drastic measures to make him reciprocate his feelings. He didn't want to force his little lamb, but if it came down to it, a few love potions wouldn't have hurt.
He hugged Adam closer who grumbled in his sleep. It's a good thing he didn't need to use them.
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roninzuzu · 3 days
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More 3am thoughts on Taigen and Mizu (ft. Ringo)
I started thinking about Mizu and the way her feelings on Taigen seemingly change and fluctuate throughout the series, and at first I thought that she's got mixed feelings about him.
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At some point, she is cordial with him and tells him that he's deeply skilled and even wants to offer him her broken blade, then ofc there's taking his scarf lmao. She even writes a letter to him. She seems fond of him after she left him. But apparently she's not...?
During her time with Akemi in the brothel, shes dogs him every chance she gets. Deliberately disrespecting him by pretending she forgot who he was before telling Akemi she killed him, called him a "ridiculous samurai", implying he cared more about his hair then his engagement to Akemi, telling Akemi she could have anything, only to beg to "eat trash" in regards to her relationship with him, and who could forget her calling him a fucking brat. Based on this encounter it sounds like she hates him.
This gave the impression that her feelings on him are all over the place, but Taigen is the same way with her it seems.
He also compliments her on her skills, goes out of his way to endure torture for her, grows fond of her overtime, etc. Because he thought she was honorable. He deemed her worthy of that treatment. Once he doesn't he's back to calling her a monster and threatening her life again.
Both of them seem to have "mixed feelings", until they similarities in their behavior really start to click, and it seems like at this point in their dynamic they mostly (if not only) respect each other as fellow warriors. Not as people in general however.
I say this because once again I notice the difference in the way Ringo treats Mizu vs the way Taigen does.
Ringo has gotten pissed at Mizu and has deemed her as not being honorable himself at some point. He took the label "Master" off of Mizu for a while and took his little apprentice bell off even. But ofc, like I've said many times, it doesn't change his treatment of her or change the boundaries he's willing to cross with her. The label Master doesn't have to apply to Mizu for him to still treat her like a friend, or at least someone he cares for. Instead of threatening her life after deeming her as dishonorable, he pursues her to save her, even if she's not his master, he still helps her when she asks for it, even if she's done deplorable shit, he wouldn't spill information that'd put her at risk. Because no matter what she does he still cares for her as a person. Labels be damned.
There isn't any foil for Mizu in regards to her treatment of Taigen as far as I know, but in short;
If we see their relationship grow, I hope we actively get to see them grow fonder of each other as people rather than just warriors. If Taigen's gonna die for mizu, die for the monster, the demon, the wretch, the dishonorable man, the woman who made the sword unclean just by having any dealings with it. If Mizu is gonna be fond of him, she'd have to decide on her own to forgive him for the past, (he has shown signs of trying to make up for it) and to get to know him for who he is as a man rather than a Samurai. It's interesting too because Taigen himself tells Akemi that he just wants to be a man, and that he doesn't need to be great. Maybe Mizu will get to see that side of him very soon as he grows as a person.
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kpopscruggles · 2 days
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hallo!! ᡣ ⋅ ⋅ ᪲ა can u do sungchan and reader meet at the beach bar/club at night then ended up in sungchan's hotel room > <
ps. sungchan's beach photos still running through my mind😩 man got me running lapses, he so fine damn
OMG SAME
So why not make this like a beach house club situation (Ivebeentooneanditsfire!)
So, I am sorry this took so long....reason being I was debating on doing a full smut, but I can do a detailed description in a couple of paragraphs! 
I hope you like it and again sorry for the wait! 
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So, let’s start this a bit straight forward about the best sex you've ever had. Sungchan was someone that was known by your friends during spring break. Now you two texting and him growing eager to see you again were once a fling at a beach house party. The whole beach was being taken up by young adults who drank, danced, smoked, built beach fires, and swam. Sungchan noticed you from afar, once his eyes were on you, they weren’t averting to anything else. You were going to be his by the end of the night, and taking a signal from the way you glanced back you agreed. 
Sunchan knew how to walk up, compliment you with that sweet tone of seduction, his hands soon holding your waist with the softest grip to see how you’d react. Seeing the smile on your face he gave in at this point. The simple “I know a little spot in the house, you wanna come up with me?” Ther wasn’t any need for convince because you were walking with him. The walk felt tense because of how much you two wanted each other. Sungchan could tell by how eager you were that you wanted your cunt filled with his cock as bad as he wanted your tight cunt around him.  
As soon as that door shut his lips were attached to yours. Easily you both paid no attention, you and Sungchan just found a random room and you realized this when he’s between your legs, resting you onto a pool table.  
WHEN I SAY THIS MAN CARES ABOUT YOU, I MEAN IT CAUSE WHAT!!!!!!!!! 
He’s sucking on your neck “You looked so pretty out there dancing; I couldn’t take my eyes off you....” He’s moaning while kissing your neck and grinding against you. He’s whipped in all honesty. Finally pulling his cock out, moving your swimsuit bottoms to the side... 
MANS GOING FERAL! 
Once he gets that tight cunt around him, he’s thrusting into you like no other!!! 
“Such a good cunt~” 
“Fuck you feel so good!” 
“Tell me it's mine! It’s my pussy, isn't it?! Yeah~ all mine Babygirl...that’s right~” 
The way he’s gonna pull his cock out too, make you get on your knees, and paint your face with cum! OH, MY MF GOD! 
When he gets to officially fuck you!?!??!? You're his and that’s that! 
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kyupidos · 1 day
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3/27/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland
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this happened at the start!ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘how do i summarize this? ah..you, you are the tsundere. enough said.’
avg of 750~ words per bc i accidentally went a wee insane 😞
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characters. special : enma yuuken , hirasaka yuuka , mito yuuta ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is not yuu, reader belongs to the dorms of the books each yuu belongs to, pre-relationship, use of ‘dude’ in yuuta’s but it’s meant to be gender neutral ack, romantic fluff
📡 _a/n. we as a twst society don’t have enough tsundere mcs. pls bro someone write for tsundere mc bro pls pls
e. yuuken
— paint the roses red, paint the roses red.. keeping up with the 810 rules of heartslabyul is a chore, but you’d rather not it be ‘off with your head’, right? the sound of a ‘click’ brought you out of your focus, giving you time to notice four people, particularly those who you recognized to be the ones who broke the chandelier and nearly got expelled. “yo, cater,” you called out in complaint at the way he was pulling off his work for even a moment, “hurry it up and get back here. i’ll snitch if you keep that up.”
— “huh?! oh? rightt, no time to chat then!” he called out right back, and the last thing you saw was his apparent recruitment of the ones you hereby declared the freshmen delinquents before you figured you might as well get back to work—before you were promptly distracted once more, but this time by someone specifically; who you recalled to be the newly appointed dorm leader of ramshackle, who from cater’s chatting you recognized as well to be ‘yuuken’. “sorry for the interruption..” he began awkwardly, but for some reason you found it in yourself to not be rude about it unlike usual, “i’m trying to help out with the roses and all, so..do you know any places that still need painting?”
— well, at the very least, he seemed competent enough for the job; plus you’d have less work to deal with in the end. you nodded carefully, shrugging in the direction of an area you’d yet to paint. “mm? this sure is a lot of work,” and while you thought he was complaining, “but i’m sure we can get it done in time. you were going to do this with just yourself and cater, right? your work’s commendable.” your eye twitched, and you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered—you just couldn’t help but end up that way whenever someone complimented you, huh?
— “go ahead and get back to work,” you tried to distract as you started to think about how handsome he really was, which you didn’t even start to pay attention to before that little compliment of his, “i’m not trying to lose my magic any time soon.” you were a little worried he’d be upset with you at your unintentionally aggrieved tone, but by the looks of it he didn’t really mind. “oh, right, sorry, but thanks for helping me out!” and he waved before heading to the area of the maze you directed him to.
— you were just about done in your area, barely even realizing how you were suddenly so motivated to finish up. you just shrugged, before you noticed how yuuken seemed to be just a little behind, given he was without magic and needed to use paint instead; so..you might as well help him out, right? “ah, uhm, hey..!” you cringed a little at how nervous you made yourself out to be, especially when you weren’t usually like that, “do you—do you maybe need help?” “oh, that’d be nice, it’s a little hard to do this much with just paint.” that was that then, and you ended up losing yourselves in conversation, your ability to keep painting the roses left to just muscle memory; you did unintentionally insult and berate him at times though, and you were thankful he brushed it off. once you both finished though, you had to move onto separate areas of the maze to keep it up, but as you inevitably had to leave him alone, you left with a smile and still flustered, barely realizing that much.
— ..and that just a few moments later was when you found that they were promptly by cater. you’d give yourself time to be just a little disappointed, before you were once again faced with interruption, and while you’d be aggrieved about it.. “hey, so you’re into that yuuken guy, right?” “huh?! no way?!” ..but a part of you was upset you’d denied it like that. and how you’re back to being aggrieved that yuuken’d managed to get you so flustered like that. even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him like you usually would someone who complimented you like he did.
— you liked it, in fact.
h. yuuka
— you tried your best to restrain yourself from yawning overdramatically as you were surrounded by people, who seemed adamant about warning you about a person who was apparently targeting people ready to participate in the spell drive tournament. well, it was an ego boost to know you were a “target”, but you were starting to get fed up with the way they also seemed adamant about “protecting” you. at least yuuka gave you a good enough space. on another note, she was really pretty and you liked her voice, maybe another reason you were alright with her concern for you as a target—you wouldn’t ever admit that, though. but then, back to the topic at hand..
— “eh, no need to worry about me,” you waved off uncaringly, yuuka raising her eyebrow at the likes, and while you’re sure the others did also, you were really only paying attention to her despite the fact that your eyes were closed with how apparently over the top you were being. “i won’t be targeted. go after some others or something, i’m fine.” her friends you knew eventually got the hint, light banter as they checked for other possible apparent targets, while yuuka seemed to linger. “my bad if i’m being a bit invasive,” she began, as if knowing you may be ticked off ( and while you admit you may have appeared so outwardly you could never be ticked off at her ), “but how do you know you won’t be targeted at all?”
— alright alright, stick to savanaclaw’s plan or admit to the girl you’ve found yourself liking, stick to the plan or tell yuuka why..nope, nope nope nope, you can’t bring yourself to step away from the plot. as for yuuka though, you can’t help but keep away from disappointing her. “whoever it is, i couldn’t care less, i’ll deal with them,” and you cringed at the way you could tell why yuuka’d deem you ticked off by how you come off, “you think i’m not capable?” but yuuka, ever so resilient ( you’d found you tend to never stop finding ways to praise her ), didn’t seem too upset about your words.
— “oh no don’t worry, it’s not like that,” she noted, making her point clear with the point of her finger, “it’s just, i want to make sure nobody gets injured, right? especially you, you know.” uh, wait—uh, huh? “me? especially?” you find yourself just barely capable of getting out as you end up annoyed with yourself at the way your face began to heat up, and yuuka didn’t take back her words at all. “yeah, i mean, we’re friends, aren’t we?” she smiled while hoping to confirm, which brought you back memories; right, that. you recall completely like it was mere yesterday, how without thinking you smacked one of your dorm mates behind the head for trying to pick a fight with her, before dragging them off to help you with something random.
— you couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by the way she referred to you as ‘friends’, but to be fair, it should technically be vice versa in that case since the action meant nothing to you, but it made her ease up around you, it seemed, and she started to become accustomed to having at least some light conversation with you every now and then. but, you had to start somewhere, right? even if you had a bit of trouble expressing your own feelings, then surely..
— “y..yeah, right! we’re friends..” you tried to wave off uncaringly as you did so easily before, and yet you were nervous by how it came off making you look more flustered than you were trying not to be, but even if yuuka did notice, she didn’t point it out. you couldn’t help but be grateful for that. “but, uh, don’t try using that for favors, ‘kay?! i won’t be helping you around savanaclaw or in your little quest for that perpetrator of yours or anything..” you slipped up with your mention of savanaclaw; you didn’t even notice actually in your embarrassed state, but yuuka just nodded at the clue in, waving to you, mentioning how she’ll be happy to see you in class later, you finding it in yourself to at least wave back.
— you can only thank your past self for that little, unimportant action.
m. yuuta
— you were simply helping out deuce and ace around now that they were to work under azul given their contracts. absolutely not to indirectly get in yuuta’s good graces because you can’t bring yourself to admit you want his affections for things like helping lighten his load. but in hindsight, you probably should’ve taken into account that the two would probably notice why you were catering to them despite how obvious it was that yuuta was the one you favored of the trio. equally not on your mind, ace’s annoyance to the way you always seemed to be on yuuta’s mind and wanting to get your mushiness over with, and deuce’s genuine want to help the both of you out in the romance depart. so in the end, they practically became your wingmen, albeit unspokenly so.
— in which case, when yuuta initially came to octavinelle to see what was up and about with his suspicions of the anemone ( an appearance ace and deuce were thankful for anyway ), they brought his attention to your aid, ace teasingly so and deuce in a more genuine tone, but tomato tomato, they got the message across. and lucky you, because just moments ago they let you in on random little tid bits to know about yuuta, like his favorite foods in particularly, and seeing as you worked in the mostro lounge, it was of course a given that’d be your go to.
— thus when he and jack were eventually seated at one of the table booths and he called out to you happily in recognition of your figure, you did your best to keep straight faced and push away the sparkles around you at the elation that he could tell it was you from just that much. jade had finished telling them about the lounge, and it seemed they were ready to order their one drink minimum. and there you were, already ready with at least a meal you knew yuuta would like, plated and everything. maybe you shouldn’t have been so hasty and waited instead for him to make an order so it wouldn’t look like you were looking to make a meal for him..
— well, you reaped what you sowed; and he was calling out to you, and you felt like if you didn’t respond then the guilt would gnaw at you so bad you’d be willing to sign a contract with azul to find a way to redo it all—and considering all that was going on at the moment because of how many people had decided to sign contracts, displayed clearly because of the anemones..well, you weren’t up for that any time soon. thus off you went to greet him at his table, passing by jade who give you a teasing glance, which you tried not to grit your teeth at as you thinly smiled his way.
— “ah, yuuta! i’ve heard you’ve been the talk of the town lately, hm? we’ve been expecting you, so i’ve prepared you a little something..” and with an internal huge sigh of relief that you managed to play it off so smoothly, you presented him the dish you put together ( thank goodness for your excellent customer service the octotrio had ingrained into you ), before remembering jack who was beside him, “oh? and an extra, my condolences! anything you’d like?” yuuta looked like he had something to say; before a certain eel interrupted the moment.
— “[y/n], giving out free meals, i see?” jade spoke, more teasing in his tone as if he wasn’t truly reprimanding you ( he found your crush on yuuta quite funny ), “not to worry, we already have staff to deal with orders, remember? they ought to pay for their meals.” so you with forced, with an unfortunate strained breath in, to go off and do the work you were supposed to do in the first place as ace and deuce were to take over, though so obviously begrudgingly. but, they stopped you midway through your pout, “don’t worry dude,” ace strained to reassure as the anemone pulled him toward where jade directed, “we know you’re head over heels for him..” deuce was quick to follow, equally resistant ( though of course it’ll always be futile ), “we’ll—hrk—we’ll try to help out!” thank goodness you’d already served him, otherwise the meal’d have fallen to the floor the way you covered your flustered face with the tray that was holding it.
— well, at least you had a sure fire way to figure out how to romance yuuta without your accidental meanness getting in the way..
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irkimatsu · 22 hours
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hi!! i love your husk works <3
something wholesome (or maybe it turns smutty… 🫦). husk making biscuits. y'know, how cats do.
this idea has been rotting my brain. ☠️
How about smuttily wholesome? It's not full on NSFW, but Husk does get a little handsy in this one. It's all out of love, though - that nice balance of sweet and spice. Inspired by another kneading post I saw in the tag; damn it I wish I could remember who posted it so I could give them a shoutout! 1k words, Reader has breasts but otherwise gendered words aren't used.
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It’s a calming evening in, with you and Husk lounging in his bed at the hotel. Calming jazz music plays as the cat demon dozes on top of you, paws rested on your stomach and his chin settled on top of them.
You know he’s human and that he insists on being treated as such, and you’d never disrespect his humanity… but you can’t help but admit that his cat-like mannerisms are adorable. Ever since the two of you established a relationship with each other, he’s been immensely affectionate with you in private, even clingy. One of his favorite activities with you is napping, as befitting both a cat and an old man, with his favorite position being on your lap or otherwise over you. His weight over you is so comforting, and even though you aren’t in the mood for a nap yourself, you’re enjoying being pinned beneath him for the time being. He looks so peaceful there, his face relaxed as he quietly snores.
“Husk…” you whisper, smiling, as you reach down to gently scratch behind his ear. It doesn’t awaken him, but he still reflexively tilts his head toward your hand and purrs while you scratch.
God damn it, how are you not supposed to find that cute?!
“I love you, Husk,” you keep whispering as you cradle his face in your palms and stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. You’re glad he trusts you enough to allow this. He knows you don’t enjoy petting him because you merely view him as an animal; this is a genuine attempt to show affection and comfort to the man you care so deeply for. It’d break your heart if he ever believed your affection meant anything less than that.
He continues purring as you stroke him, allowing his scent to cover your hands just as he enjoys. He’s so into the affection that his claws begin to flex against your stomach.
“H-hey!” you say with a surprised laugh, trying to be quiet enough that you don’t startle him. “Watch your claws!”
He doesn’t seem to hear you as he keeps flexing, his nails slightly poking at the skin beneath your shirt. Is he… kneading you?
Despite your instinct to laugh, you know you should take it as the highest compliment that he’s comfortable enough for that instinct to take over. It doesn’t hurt like you’d think it would, given his strength and the size of his claws. Even when asleep and acting on instinct, he knows how to treat you gently.
God, what is a man this sweet doing in hell? (Okay, you know why he’s here. But still…)
He grunts slightly in his sleep and starts moving, slowly easing his way up your body. Once his paws are on your chest, he settles in again, shifting his weight so that the pressure isn’t uncomfortable. Once he stops moving, you start rubbing his cheeks again.
You’re not thinking about the current position of his paws until he starts kneading again.
“Hey!” you can’t help but yelp as his claws dig into your breasts. The noise immediately awakens him. His yellow eyes snap wide open as he jolts upright.
“Ah! Shit!” he says as he pulls his paws off of you. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”
“Your claws,” you say. “You started, um…” You know he prefers for you to be honest with him about his instincts, so there’s no sense in being cagey about it. “You started kneading me.”
Husk holds his face in his palm and grumbles. “God damn it…”
“I enjoyed it!” you clarify. “You just got a little rough with my breasts, that’s all.”
“Huh… well, that explains my dream,” he says.
“What were you dreaming about?”
“About you. Who else?” He’s taken his paw away from his face and is now giving you one of his standard, charming grins. “You were cradling my cheeks and kissin’ me, doing a good job of it as always.”
You blush slightly; you still haven’t gotten used to the idea of someone liking you enough to have such intimate dreams about you, not just physical, but loving.
“While ya kissed me, I was running my hands over your body, just how I know you like it, marvelin’ at how damn good ya feel.. I was just getting to the good part when I woke up.”
“And the good part was…?” As if you truly need to ask.
“Can I show ya?” he asks, still smiling. Once you nod, he nuzzles his head into your chest and rests his paws on your breasts, now more deliberate than earlier. “I was just about to start touchin’ here…”
You wrap your arms around him and hug him firmly as he lightly squeezes your breasts, inviting him to continue touching you. In tandem with his paws’ gentle rubbing, you start lightly scratching at his back. You start in the middle of his lower back, a good distance from two of his sweet spots, but you know what you’re doing as you drag your nails up to the spot just below his wings.
“Mmm…!” He moans as a purr rumbles in his throat, louder than ever. He nuzzles you again, and his claws resume their flexing. Since he’s awake this time, he can be more careful with his movements, not treating your breasts rougher than you like. Just rough enough.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” you say, a teasing smile on your own face. “I should let you get back to your nap.” Even as you say that, you keep scratching his back in a way that you know damn well has him too riled up to get back to sleep so easily.
He chuckles in response. “Nah, I’m not tired anymore.”
“But don’t you want to get back to your dream?”
He responds by lifting his head and pressing his lips to yours. His paws keep kneading at your chest as he pushes against your body and moans into your mouth.
“Why go back to my dream when I can have the real thing…?”
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silverofthunder · 2 days
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— with you by my side —
Papa Emeritus I (Primo) x GN Reader
summary: Maybe in these kind of moments you were the only light in the darkness of Primo’s insecurities.
content: 740 words, hurt/comfort, romance, fluff, SFW
This has been sitting on my files for almost a month. Oopsie. Well, here, have some more Peemo stuff. ♡
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You checked yourself in the bathroom mirror and smoothed out your outfit. Everything looked good and with a smile on your lips, you exited the bathroom and took a turn to the right to head to the bedroom where Primo was getting ready for your date night.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar and you didn’t bother knocking so you opened it a bit more and saw Primo standing by the window, wearing a navy blue suit and holding a tie in his hand, gaze directed out the window.
”Amore,” you said softly, walking towards the man. ”I’m ready.”
Primo turned to look at you and your smile faded as you saw the sadness in his eyes. You reached out your hands, cupping his face, worry settling deep within you.
”What is it?”
Primo lowered his gaze, sighing, and you gently brushed his cheeks with your thumbs.
”Some days I can’t believe that you’re still with me,” Primo finally said, voice barely louder than a whisper.
Your heart sunk in your chest and you leaned in to kiss Primo, putting all your love into that kiss. Primo’s hands came to your sides, fists grabbing a hold of your outfit and flesh quite hard like he was afraid that you would disappear at any minute. This wasn’t a first time Primo was like this. He had made his insecurities known pretty early in your relationship and he got these moments every once in a while.
”And I will keep reminding you that I’m not going anywhere,” you said softly after breaking the kiss.
A tiniest of smiles passed Primo’s lips.
”And you have to put up with this old fool.”
Smiling, you shook your head. ”That old fool is the love of my life so…”
The sadness left from Primo’s eyes, gaze softening and proper, though only a small, smile made its way onto his lips. He pulled you closer and rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a long sigh. Your hands went to his neck, fingers threading through the thin, gray hairs. You looked out the window – the darkness had already captured the nature but there were a few yellowish lights among it, and you couldn’t help but think how well it fit to this moment.
Maybe in these kind of moments you were the only light in the darkness of Primo’s insecurities.
”We should probably go…” you said after a while, even though you would have loved to just stay in that moment a little longer. ”If you still want to go, of course.”
Primo mumbled something you couldn’t hear and you placed a kiss on his neck preventing yourself from laughing. When Primo finally pulled away from you, he was smiling and your heart felt much lighter. For a moment you just looked at each other, your fingers slowly caressing Primo’s face and then Primo lifted up his hand, the one where the tie still was.
”I could use some help,” he stated, looking slightly embarrassed but you just beamed at him.
”Of course, my dear,” you said, taking the tie from Primo. It took a bit of fumbling and several apologies but Primo was patient and encouraging and eventually you got it right – or at least close to that. Then you took a step farther so you could take a proper look at the whole outfit.
You motioned Primo to spin around and he rolled his eyes before slowly turning a full circle and you nodded approvingly, whistling a little.
”So handsome,” you spoke, reaching out your hand. Primo took it and you pulled him closer.
”You should definitely wear a suit more often,” you added and Primo shook his head but his smile showed that he really wasn’t that annoyed by your compliments.
”You look gorgeous as ever,” Primo said, eyeing you up and down, and you chuckled lightly, feeling the warmth tingling your cheeks. You couldn’t resist and you had to lean in to steal a kiss from his lips.
”You sure you want to go?” you asked, wanting to offer Primo a chance to decline. Even though you were excited about the date, you didn’t want to make Primo uncomfortable and if he didn’t want to go, you would be happy to stay home with him. However, Primo pressed himself against your side, nodding and smiling.
”I’m ready,” Primo said, straightening himself a little. ”With you by my side I’ll be alright.”
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thefiery-phoenix · 1 day
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YANDERE FATGUM HEADCANONS
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Have you SEEN how RIPPED this guy can be? One teensy little slip up, he will not hesitate to take severe and drastic measures for making you behave. Don't get fooled by his looks, and like people say, don't judge a book by its cover. Despite his innocent and harmless friendly side towards you, if you drive him over the edge, or if he's interacting with his rival, he WILL reveal his scary dark side 
This guy is delusional and possessive as a yandere. He has the image of you both happily married and you having his kids in his head and thinks you both were DESTINED to be with each other. Everytime you praise him for something or compliment him, it's just going to add up to MORE of his deluded fantasies 
He's also going to be very overprotective of you since he views you as a tiny defenseless kitten that needs to be protected. He won't do anything that'll make you uncomfortable, in fact, he is very well aware that his feelings for you weren't normal at all, but, he'll still kidnap you. He'll give you as much time as you want to adjust to your new lifestyle since he understands you'll be frightened and scared 
He won't force himself upon you but sometimes, once in a while, he WILL demand cuddles from you. That's IT. And maybe some light forehead kisses. Nothing more, nothing less, PERIODT. He won't keep you tied up and all that. He'll just place a quirk cancelling cuff on your ankle and he'll let you roam around the house whenever you want 
He's the 'I'm sadistic with others and not with you' type of yandere. At least, that's what I think. With you, he'll behave like an obsessed love-struck puppy that'll look like a KICKED puppy when you don't return his affections but with the others, he'll be the living entity of HELL himself and frankly, this man is scary when he's angry
He'll take his time torturing his rivals and his enemies. He just wants you to be safe and feel protected by him. And of course, like every other yandere, he's afraid of losing you and someone trying to steal you away 
Speaking of him cuddling you, you're so tiny compared to him that his entire hand almost covers your whole stomach as he clutches you to his chest in a bone crushing embrace. But, don't worry, he'll give you space to breathe. But you still can't help get the feeling of him snapping your neck in half like a twig if you do something wrong though he promised he won't lay even a finger on you. This guy drinks his respect women juice and even DROWNS in it. He's a very gentlemanly guy
If you act up, his face will quickly darken, but he'll just hold your wrists to his chest till he gets you to stop wriggling and behaving badly and THEN, he'll smother you in MORE affection because he feels the reason you're acting up was because he wasn't giving you enough attention
A request, don't talk about other people too frequently while you're with him unless you want hear about their 'accidental' deaths the next day on the news channel. He's the type of yandere who DESPISES and HATES it when you speak about other people and when you think of them. Why can't you just focus only on HIM? Those attention seeking rascals don't deserve to even LOOK at you. So. he'll just his connections and his influence as a pro hero and hire some people to kill that person to make it look like an accident 
Will never insult you. He'll just scold you gently like some naughty toddler. Overall, he's not that bad of a yandere to you but trust me, you don't want to see his dark side.....
''My sweet little dumpling, I wonder how we'll look together when we have a family of our own. It'll be splendid won't it?''
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roboyomo · 22 days
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i am never participating in these goddamn fashion week contests they hold ever again
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mainfaggot · 3 months
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little sisters are a test from god actually
#i think I've made this exact post before ...#shes just so MEAN to me#like I'll say good morning or good night and she just glares at me and tells me to get out of her room#I'll ask her where xyz kitchen appliance is and she'll tell me to use my eyes and stop annoying her#I'll sit on her bed to pet the cat and she'll yell at me#I'll wear something cute and ask her if she likes it or ill ask for her opinion#and she'll tell me that she doesn't care and that it doesn't even matter what she thinks so i should stop seeking validation#like???? i just want a little compliment every once in a while... is that a crime#she'll openly compliment my older sister constantly but when it comes to me she suddenly thinks she's some life coach or something and that#im an idiot for wanting to get a compliment when i feel a bit more confident in my appearance#she'll talk my ear off when she's in a good mood but if i talk the same amount she gets irritated and zones out or just starts being rude#i cant tell her things most of the time because she's always being mean to me.#i cant tell my parents things half the time because they dont get it and because it's so hard to be vulnerable#also because im gay and closeted#im out to my little sister but i cant even tell her anything about my life because shes so.#she doesn't care. shes judgmental. she always has something rude to say. she's supposedly supportive#bc she won't out me. but she makes me feel like a bad person for being a lesbian sometimes#it's so weird. i cant be sisters with my sisters because my older sister is so different and so homophobic#and my younger sister has become so prickly and cold over time#we used to be close before.#z.post
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cetoddle · 7 months
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also i got lots and lots of compliments on my outfit today and they were able to fix my necklace! i only wanted the big knot out but they fixed the other ones for me too and even cleaned it and for some reason they didn’t even charge me !! and i got my book ! yayyy
#successful day 😎👍🏻#also the part for my car arrived..now i just have 2 wait on my f*ther to replace it for me..#anyways#i didn’t even wanna get up out of bed today but i had to cause i had therapy and u know what#i ended up having a pretty good day -w-#i didn’t get to talk 2 the cute barista at starbucks but..whatever#but! i did end up dressing up a little and i felt so cute today and got lots of compliments which was nice#and i got all my shopping done and had fun..#im still surprised they fixed and cleaned my necklace and didn’t charge me..#i asked abt it and the guy said not to worry abt it and to just come back again sometime *wink*#and i said okay :D and left and then tripped on the curb outside when i was leaving#i’m not exactly in the market for fine jewelry and hopefully my necklace won’t implode on itself again at least for a while so..i probably#will not be going back anytime soon#i did kinda wanna ask if i could have like my ring size measured but i was too shy to ask#the guy behind the counter was kinda cute and very nice and i didn’t wanna bug him so i just sat and waited for my necklace ;-;#i don’t even wear rings im just curious#uhmm. what else. i got some ingredients to make cookies tonight :3#it was nice to have a good day for once -w- i just hope this isn’t a bad omen that things are about to get super fucked#im not trying to be negative!! but it is a genuine pattern in my life that whenever i have a good day or things go well for a bit#that means something disastrous is looming around the corner#i guess we’ll see :’)#snow.txt
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awearywritersworld · 2 months
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megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader
tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.
ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.
gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"
gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"
gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"
honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?
he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?
apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.
he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.
while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.
his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.
and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.
he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—
"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.
while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"
oh.
gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.
megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.
"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.
you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."
gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.
"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.
your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.
"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"
"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.
the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.
you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.
he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.
"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."
this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.
gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.
"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"
just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.
"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"
nice.
"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.
you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.
megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"
"shut it, kid."
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luveline · 1 month
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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝
Spencer calls you drunk and in need of rescue. You confess a few secrets to him while he won’t remember them (or so you think). 3k, fem
cw drunk!spencer, mentioned past drug use, confident/bombshell!reader, flirting, spencer getting some well deserved comfort, a handful of his drunken compliments, insecurity, intense mutual pining
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You’re blissfully sleeping in the arms of a REM cycle when your phone rings. It pulls you by the chest, a punch of shock and expectancy at once. It’ll be someone calling you into work, Hotch himself if you’re lucky. 
You search blindly for your phone. If you’re even luckier, it’ll be a wrong number. Your fingers curl around the little body of your phone and you bring it to your ear without checking the number, frazzled. “Hello?” you ask hoarsely. 
Total quiet. 
“Hello?” You pull the screen away. The caller reads: SPENCER. You pull it back rather than hang up. “Hey, Spencer. Are you there?” 
“Hello.” He laughs. “Hello, are you there?” 
“I’m here, Spencer, where are you?” 
“That’s an interesting question, actually, and I’m sure there’s a great answer, but…” 
“But what?” You sit up quickly, your throat aching with sleep. Your room is black as coal pitch. “Spencer, what time is it, my love?” 
“You shouldn’t call me stuff like that.” 
“Stop being weird and tell me where you are.” 
He laughs like a hyena. You can see it in your mind, his smile and all his pearly perfect teeth. You love it when he smiles like that and he rarely ever does. “I’m somewhere and I need your help getting home!” he says with another funny laugh. 
“Are you alright? You sound…” He sounds inebriated. 
Spencer struggled with his drug problem for so long before you found out. You just hadn’t been around enough, and when you were he’d gotten good at hiding it. You can still remember how furious you’d been with everyone, including him, because you could’ve helped, would’ve done anything to support him through it. If he’s hurting now and hasn’t told you, you love him, but you’ll be insanely angry. 
“Spencer?” you ask quietly. 
“I went for drinks with a girl but she didn’t like me and I may have drowned my sorrows too much,” he admits. “Um. Did you know gin is very strong?” 
“Aw, baby. You’re cheating on me?” 
“I’m afraid so,” he says, and hiccups. 
“Where are you?” 
After some hassle wherein you persuade Spencer to give the phone to someone else in the bar for a slightly less drunk interrogation, you dress and gather your bearings for the drive. You zip a hoodie up over your pyjamas, stuff your feet into some old converse, and set out into the dark to find him. 
He calls you again as you’re parking. “Hello,” he says as soon as you answered. “I need you to come and get me.” 
Spencer called you twice to save him. Even if he doesn’t remember, he’s called you to come and get him when he knows he needs help, and that realisation is hard to ignore. “Spencer, I’m two minutes away, I’m parking. You’re still where you were?” 
“Where was I?” 
“At the bar, sweetheart. Are you still there?” It’s scarily dark out and you didn’t grab any sort of defensive measure before you came, which you regret now, climbing out of your car to walk the dimly lit road. The bar glows like a beacon to be followed. 
“Still where?” 
“Did you hit your head?” 
“Not to my knowledge. Though I’m not sure I have much right now. I feel like I’m forgetting everything I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot. You know I can read about eighty average length novels in one hour on an e-reader? The buttons make it faster.” 
“You haven’t told me that before.” You shiver against the nighttime winds, footsteps heavy on the grey sidewalk. 
“I’m trying to be more conversational. Emily says it’s not working.” 
“You’re conversational. Isn’t the only condition of being conversational to prompt a conversation? We’re always talking.” 
“…What?” 
You laugh like crazy. “Spencer, you don’t need to change the way you talk.” 
“I annoy people.” 
“You don’t annoy me.” 
You approach the door of the bar, a ramshackle sheet of plywood over what looks to be a glass door. The bar building seems in similar dessaray, with modern features wrecked by scratches and smashed panes. It’s a real dive. Spencer couldn’t have meant to come here. 
You war with both hands to open the door and find yourself faced with a long and empty corridor leading to another door. Worried you’re going to get kidnapped, you bring the phone back to your ear, Spencer’s chatting an immediate greeting. “…telling me I’m doing something wrong without telling me what it is, it’s impossible.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, can you come to the door?” 
“I don’t think I have control of my legs,” he says without inflection. 
“It’s definitely the building with the smashed door?” 
“Yesssss. Are you here?” he asks excitedly. 
“I better not get murdered, Spencer Reid.” 
“Am I in trouble?” 
“How are you even keeping the phone to your ear right now?” 
“I’m on speaker phone. Milly showed me how to do it. Say hi, Milly.” 
“Hi Milly,” a new voice says. 
You rub your eyes with one hand and square your shoulders, prepared to defend yourself if the creepy door leads to a creepier room. 
Spencer is immediately visible from the get go. You open the door on to a rather cosy looking bar, which you’re thinking might be the whole point; wretched exterior, secret attraction. Warm orange light ebbs into the space from sconces and a faux fireplace, while a wrestling match playing from the small TV behind the bar casts brighter light down onto Spencer’s shoulders. He looks out of place, dressed in a white oxford shirt and a suit jacket, his tie loosened and hanging from either side of his neck, compared to the lingering patrons who sit dotted around the room in booths and on barstools. One such patron sits in a plaid shirt and a trucker hat, her hair to her back, thick and dark. 
You hang up the call and put your phone in your pocket. Spencer gasps like he’s been smacked and picks his own phone up from the bar, clicking at buttons with clumsy fingers. “No,” he hums sadly. 
“Spencer,” you say, not wanting to disturb the people spending their sorry-looking night here. “Spencer. Hey, Spence!” 
His phone tips between his fingers. The woman you assume to be Milly catches it and offers it back without looking too far from her beer. 
“Hey,” you say gently, crossing a wide empty space to meet him. The room itself is shaped like a horseshoe, the bar taking up a surprising amount in the centre, and booths and tables placed around it. Spencer’s off of his barstool as you approach, eyes like puppy dog’s, arms extended. “You okay?” you ask. 
You can feel eyes on you both from every angle, but it doesn’t matter, not when Spencer’s falling into your arms (or on to them —he’s surprisingly tall when you aren’t wearing heels). “You alright?” you ask again. 
“You don’t have to be worried, I’m fine.” 
He’s less coordinated in real life than he’d sounded over the phone, his slurring unmissable, his hands like jumping fish as he tries to hug you. It’s weird and straining to take his weight but you do it without complaint. He smells the same, at least, only his cedary cologne is sharpened by the tang of gin on his breath. 
“Thank god you’re here,” he whispers. 
“Why?” you ask, pulling away to check for danger. 
“I missed you.” 
“I missed you too, handsome,” you say, genuine but laying it on thick simultaneously as you ease his head back to cup his cheek. You can’t help yourself. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever met, and it gets worse every year. 
He frowns at you deeply. “I don’t like first dates.” 
“Then don’t go on them,” you suggest, “you don’t need to until you’re ready.” 
“I’m ready for love,” he says. You pull your lips into a flattened line, unsure of what to say, how to explain that it’s waiting for him, but his chin dips towards his neck and his eyes lock onto your face. “You’re not wearing makeup. God, you’re so pretty.” 
You flinch away from him. “Fuck, Spencer.”
“I’m sorry! It’s not that you don’t look pretty with makeup, but I never see you without it!” 
You’d forgotten you weren’t wearing any. Makeup isn’t a shield, exactly, but you like putting your best foot forward, so to speak. You’ve no clue what you look like tonight, hadn’t managed to look in the mirror, you’d been focused on getting to Spencer before he got lost. You can imagine the puffiness.
Spencer touches your cheek. You let him turn you mostly because he’s surprised you, his eyes roving up and down your face with a fawning curiosity. 
“You’re beautiful. You know that already, but people don’t tell you enough,” he says, his hand falling from your cheek. 
“Spencer,” you say softly, “let’s get you home.” 
You thank Milly for her help and grab Spencer’s bag from the floor to hang on your shoulder. You’d make a joke about how heavy it was if you didn’t think he’d take it from you, and, considering how drunk he is, topple over from the imbalance it provides. His shirt is clammy where you push your hand through his arm to link them, his footsteps wobbly. 
“I didn’t want to go on a date,” he says. 
“Then why did you go?” you ask, helping him over the door jam into the long hallway. 
“I don’t want to be alone forever.” 
“Spencer, you won’t be.” It doesn’t feel like the best time to bring up how much you like him. You’re sure he thinks you’re kidding, doesn’t everybody? Don’t torture him, they say. Don’t toy with him. Every time you flirt with him the team acts like you can’t mean it, and for a while it worked for you; you weren’t in love with Spencer. You weren’t playing with his feelings, but you didn’t love him, and then you joined the team and got to know him, watched him fluster at every comment you made or under any soft looking and realised you could love him. It was easy to fall for him. You liked doing it. But now he’s determined to write your affection off as a joke and going on dates? 
In the morning, when he’s sober, you’ll have to tell him how you feel. Or you could let him find someone more like him… ugh. It’s such a mess. 
You grapple with the size of your feelings for him as he hums and laughs his way down the hall to the glass door. On the street, he squints and straightens his back, fighting to regain his arm from your hold to cover your shoulder instead. “It’s cold,” he says in surprise. “You okay?” 
“I’m fine, I got my jacket. It’s a short walk, come on.”
His arm stops acting as protection and starts to use you for support. “I didn’t mean to drink so much.” 
“Drowning your sorrows is always a terrible idea because it tends to work,” you lament, less scared of the dark with him at your hip, though what protection he might offer is negated by the alcohol. 
“She kind of looked like you.” 
You squeeze your eyes together quickly. “Oh.” 
“I didn’t know she was going to. But she didn’t– she didn’t– it’s hard to talk. She didn’t listen like you do,” he says, lightly slurring, “she just stared at me like everyone used to in high school. Like she could tell there’s something wrong with me.” 
“Spencer, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“I know,” he says. 
“Do you?” 
“Yes.” He frowns. “No, I don’t know. I don’t feel like there’s something wrong with me,” —his voice turns to a nearly indistinguishable mumble— “but everyone else always does.” 
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” 
“Is that why you make all your jokes?” 
“What jokes, babe?” 
“Like that! Like babe. It’s funny ‘cos you’d never date me.” 
You’d slow if he weren’t already walking at a snail's pace. “That’s not true. Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?” 
“I won’t remember to ask you in the morning.” 
“Spencer, you remember everything.” 
He drags his feet. “I wish I wasn’t so weird,” he whines. It’s playful at the forefront but desperate otherwise, and it gives you pause. “I wish I was normal, and you could like me normal.” 
You look down at your hands, panicking, a flash of Is this a good idea? like an alarm in your head as you turn on the sidewalk to face him. He’s looking at you like he’s begging you to disagree with him. 
You’re happy to. 
“Spencer, I like you like this,” you insist loudly. His eyes and all his sweet lashes track the movement of your hand as you touch your chest, and your neck. “You’re not normal, I’m not normal. Do you know how many times I’ve been rejected? Just for being me? I’m too bossy, too outspoken, too– too high maintenance. I've had friends with good intentions tell me I need to lower my standards, need to relax, because otherwise I’m going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I feel alone all the time.”
“But you’re perfect,” he says, puzzled. 
“To you. And you’re perfect to me.” Your hand crawls to the base of your throat. “So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. You think I’d come and get anybody else in the middle of the night dressed like this?” you ask him, gesturing to your ratty pyjamas and your dingy converse. 
“You look so cute,” he says mournfully. 
You roll your eyes. He’s too wasted for this conversation. “Come on, sweetheart. You can think about this too much in the morning. Let’s just get home in one piece.” Physically and emotionally. 
“Can I come home with you?” he asks. 
That had always been the plan. “Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it on the way.” 
— — 
Spencer shuts his eyes, hands itching to clap over his ears as you scratch the head of a spatula across your frying pan. “Is three eggs too many? People usually have two but that’s never enough for me.” 
“I think…” Oh my god the metal screeching is so loud. “You should have as many as you want. You know your body. There’s this study on intuitive eating…” I'm too hungover for this. “Three eggs is better than two.” 
“So you want three?” 
He cannot eat right now. “Yes. Please.” 
Spencer’s half sick with dehydration and half grief. He stayed at your house last night and he was too drunk to be nosy. He slept in your bed. He slept in your bed. He woke up to you at your vanity doing your hair, the nutty smell of hair oil mixed with the heat of the hair tool on high and realised with a start that he’d missed something he thought about all the time. 
You’d tipped your head back to smile at him. “There’s my boy. Sweet dreams?” 
He didn’t dream, but if he had, it would’ve been another agonising wish where you were his girlfriend, or his wife, or just there looking at him with love. He wakes up feeling sick because it isn’t true. And now you’re making him breakfast, humming a tune under your breath, sourdough sizzling under the grill and a shoddily blended avocado sitting in the bowl in front of him. 
You asked him for one thing. He picks up the fork and starts to mash the avocado again. He can’t fight the foreignness of sitting in your kitchen, a gap in his memory. 
He knows he told you about his date, how she looked like you, how she didn’t seem to like him much, but he’s struggling to collect the finer details. Why had you picked him up? He must’ve called you, but you could’ve said no. He remembers thinking you looked beautiful, but he always thinks that. 
The avocado is making him feel sick. 
“Here,” you say, sliding a plate of toast in front of him. “Do you want butter?” 
“I think I'm gonna throw up.” 
“You’re okay.”
“I can’t believe how I acted,” he says, pressing his palms to the hollows of his eyes. 
You turn off the hob. Fat bubbles and pops until it’s cooled. The clock on the wall by the refrigerator ticks incessantly. His slept-in shirt feels too tight despite the undone button. 
“Hey…” You round the island but don’t touch him, your voice gentle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 
He drags his hands down his face. “I can barely remember what I said.” 
“You were really nice to me… told me I looked pretty without my makeup, n’ that I was perfect. You were really nice.” 
Your tone is off. No flirtatiousness, no endless confidence, you sound wistful, like you’re glad he said it. You take the bowl of avocado he’s made a mess with and put it aside with the toast, resting your arm on the counter, and leaning into his space. “Spencer, last night? You didn’t do anything to be embarrassed of. You were nice, and kind. You tried to open the car door for me and you almost lost your eye, but you were fine. You don’t have anything to be worried about, really.”
“But it’s you.” 
“Gonna touch your hair,” you say, giving him enough time to move away as you reach out and rake back his fringe. His heart leaps into his mouth. “You said something last night like that, you know? Do you remember that? You said if you were normal.” You grace the skin beside his eye with the tip of your thumb, your perfume floating his way as you move. “And I said–”
“I’m not normal,” he says, remembering now. 
You’re not normal, I’m not normal, you’d said.
But you’re perfect, he’d said. 
To you. And you’re perfect to me.
“Right. We’re not normal, Spencer Reid, so forget that girl. She didn’t deserve you anyways,” you say. 
You draw a short, silken line down his cheek with the side of your pinky. To be touched so lightly has his stomach in knots —he’s not shocked by the swiftness with which your affection can make a bad situation good again. 
You turn away. “Now we should eat before everything goes cold.” 
He watches your shoulders move, and he remembers one last detail. So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. 
The way you’d said it… you couldn’t really mean…
“How’s your appetite? Still feeling sick?” you ask. 
Spencer smiles to himself, the ghost of your touch glowing warm on his cheek. “I’m feeling a lot better, actually.” 
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thank you for reading!!! please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate anything and it always inspires me to write more<3!! my requests are pretty much always open for bombshell!reader (even though this one strays a bit from their usual story haha) so if you wanna see more let me know❤️
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indulge me? — gojo satoru
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synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way
contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, they’re first years in this!
notes first time i’ve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?
(edit: i wrote a part ii)
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Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!
You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.
“Make sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.” Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko can’t wait to see which.
“Do take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.” Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.
“Wanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?” He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like he’s up to no good (which he is). “I promise I won’t take a peek!” He winks.
“Keep fantasizing, Gojo.”
“Oh I will.” He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.
— — — — — — — 
Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy you’d be facing. 
“A common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.” He had warned you and Gojo. “It’s an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.”
Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist. 
The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of some horny curse,” He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.
Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, “What grade curse do you think we’re up against?”
He makes a noise to show that he’s thinking. “Does it really matter? It’ll be no match for me either way.”
You roll your eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.”
“I don’t see why that’s necessary, but okay.” Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesn’t have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.
The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You can’t discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated. 
An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a young couple here.” She says. That’s right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. “You certainly are a beautiful match!”
You gratefully accept her compliment, “Thank you, but we’re not–”
“Thanks granny!” Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know how I even managed to win her over!” There’s a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!
“Unhand me, you!” You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.
“My, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,” She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. “How long will you be staying here?”
“Only one night,” Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind. 
A single key.
Your eyes bug out. Gojo’s eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.
“There must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, ma’am.” You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point. 
The smile on the old woman’s face falls, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Your jaw drops.
“Huh? Why not?” You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. It’s a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.” 
You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You can’t afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.
Gojo’s hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.
“It’s fine, we can do one. Thank you.” You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.
— — — — — — — 
operation satoru x [name]!!!!
Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri
Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]?  getosugu  how come [name] isn’t in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu  Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri  Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri  someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri  Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri  You disgust me sometimes getosugu  Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri  Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(
“What are you giggling to yourself about?” You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.
“Oh don’t you worry about it,” He closes it. Weird. “What’s the living situation?”
You sigh. “Despite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.”
Gojo perks up. “Yeesh I’m glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?”
You suck your teeth. “Allow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.” 
There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a couple’s suite.  
“Heh.” Gojo chortles happily. “Wow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?”
“Don’t start,” You hold out an accusatory finger at him. “I’m gonna go request an extra futon.”
He pouts, “Don’t be like that, sharing a bed with me can’t be that bad.”
“I’m willing to bet otherwise.” You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.
— — — — — — — 
You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).
By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You don’t blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa. 
The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot must’ve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.
On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste and–
There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked. 
“Oh my gosh!” You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like it’s on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.
Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.
“Aw, don't be so shy now. It’s not like this will be the last time you’ll see me like this.” Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.
“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when you’re in the restroom you creep!” You look anywhere but him.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.” You can practically hear him pouting. “Either way, you were the one checking me out.”
Your eyes widen, “I was not checking you out! Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Don’t feel ashamed, this can all be yours,” He gestures down to his body.
“You freak.” you blanch.
He winks at you.
This was going to be a long night.
— — — — — — — 
It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, you’re situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, it’d be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.
Except you can’t sleep.
Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesn’t help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.
That wasn’t your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shoko’s morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you. 
“Wanna come cuddle with me?” The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep! My six eyes tell me that you’re shivering.” Busted.
“I am not cuddling with you.” You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?
“Well I can’t face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!”
“I am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.”
“That’s not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I can’t have you getting sick on me now.”
“I’ll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.”
“I run hot when I sleep, y’know. Let me be your personal heater.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning.
“I refuse.”
“Well I refuse your refusal.”
You blink.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Now c'mon,” He pats the spot next to him. “I’ll even make a wall in between us.”
You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. You’re nearly certain that the only thing you’ll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasn’t Gojo Satoru.
“Gojo, I—”
“...Please?” His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.
A silent moment passes by.
“...Fine,” You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. “But no funny business!” You warn him. 
You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, “You got it!” He gives you a thumbs up. 
Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid. 
“Good night [Name],” You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.
“Yeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.”
Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.
— — — — — — — 
Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.
He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.
There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.
Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.
When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good night’s rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with another’s. And you’re pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.
It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojo’s arms and your legs were intertwined.
“What the hell?” You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.
“No, don’t go, I’ll freeze to death,” Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.
“Explain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, I’m going to–” You try to threaten him, but you can’t seem to formulate anything.
Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, “What can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.” 
"I do not—"
“But if I had to guess, I’d say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.
You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.
“I suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.” With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.
You don’t end up seeing how red Gojo’s face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you. 
All of a sudden Gojo feels like he’s on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.
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gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together. 
gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it would’ve been his new wallpaper. 
for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.
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waitimcomingtoo · 3 months
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A Film By Peter Parker
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out
warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia
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Of course he went for Liz.
Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.
But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.
“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.
“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.
“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.
“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.
“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.
“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.
“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.
“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.
“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”
“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”
“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.
“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”
“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.
“The one with the flies-“
“We know.” Peter cut him off.
“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.
“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.
“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.
“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.
“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”
Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.
“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“
“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.
“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.
“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”
You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.
“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.
“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”
“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.
“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”
“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.
“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.
“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”
“Then about that time on the bus?”
“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”
“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.
“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”
“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.
“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.
“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.
“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.
“But what about that time-“
“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.
“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”
“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”
“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”
“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.
“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.
“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.
“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.
“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.
Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.
“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.
“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.
“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”
“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.
“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”
“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.
“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”
“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.
“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.
“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.
“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.
“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”
“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.
“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.
“Yeah. What do you want to do?”
Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.
“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.
“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.
“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.
“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”
“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.
“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.
“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.
“Duh. Lily.”
“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.
“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.
“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.
“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.
After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.
“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.
“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.
“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.
Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.
“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.
“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.
“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.
“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.
“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.
“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.
“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”
“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.
“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.
“I mean-“
“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.
“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.
“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.
“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”
“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.
“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.
“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.
“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”
“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”
“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”
“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.
“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”
“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.
“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”
“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.
You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.
“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.
“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.
“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.
“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.
“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.
“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”
“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.
“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”
It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.
“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.
“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”
“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.
“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.
Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.
Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.
“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.
“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”
“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.
“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.
“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.
“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.
Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.
“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.
“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”
“Knew it.” You snorted.
“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”
“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”
“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.
“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.
“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.
“Ow. My ribs.”
“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”
“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.
“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.
“Is it bad?”
“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.
“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”
“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”
“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”
“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.
“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.
“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“
“Little?” He interrupted.
“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”
“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.
“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.
“Never heard of it.”
“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.
“Huh?”
“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.
“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.
“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”
“Really? What’s it about?”
“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.
“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.
“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”
“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.
“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”
“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.
“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.
“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.
“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.
“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“
“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.
“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.
“May.” He said warningly.
“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.
“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.
“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.
“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”
“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.
“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.
“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.
“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.
You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.
Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.
“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.
“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.
“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.
“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”
“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”
“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.
“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.
“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.
“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.
“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.
“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”
He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.
“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.
“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.
“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.
“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.
“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.
“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”
“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”
“That’s awesome.” You lied.
“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”
“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.
“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.
Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.
“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.
“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”
“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”
“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”
“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”
“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.
“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”
“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”
“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”
“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.
“What?” Peter wondered.
“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”
“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.
“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”
“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.
“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”
“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”
“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.
“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”
“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.
“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”
“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.
“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.
“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.
“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.
“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.
“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.
“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.
“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”
“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”
“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”
“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”
You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.
“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.
“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”
“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.
“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.
“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”
“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.
“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.
“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”
“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.
“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.
“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.
“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.
“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.
“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.
“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”
“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.
“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.
“You wouldn’t? Why not?”
“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.
“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.
“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.
“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”
“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.
“You’re not?”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.
“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.
“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.
“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.
“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”
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