#i love every fic equally

[estrellaesmoi]

Your fave charmie fan-fic that you can recommend please?

Hi Nonny!

I have so many favorite fics, I cannot begin to pick just one or list them all. And I’m always discovering more… But here are a few that I know I have read more times than I can count:

On Being Good (Enough) - onlyastoryteller

A Room For The Night - onlyastoryteller

Quarantine & Chill - trashfortimmy

Aid and Comfort - onlyastoryteller

Pas de Deux - zwischenimmerundnie

Nollaig Éireannach (An Irish Christmas) - lfg1986

#wildnight - lonesometraveler

Through Your Eyes - lprock

Light In Your Window - trashfortimmy

I'll admit I'm full of shit (that's how I know I love you.) - barthelme (part of the Where We Know series)

(Fingers crossed that all those links worked.)

I’m sure I’ll remember even more after I post this list. I recommend all of them.

Thanks for the ask! Enjoy! 😊

#hi anon #charmie fanfic #so many to choose from #i love every fic equally #thank you fanfic writers

[inklore]

i love people who write for underrated characters and fandoms. i love people who barely get 100 notes and keep posting. keep writing. keep doing what they love and not letting lack of interaction completely hinder their enjoyment on here. you’re strong. you’re valid. you’re literally the backbone of the writing community on here!!!!

#the amount of reader inserts i go and look up for random unpopular fandoms and finding fics???? that are amazing??? #but have barely any notes??? insane. horrible. #they’re always the best fics too #like some of yall are snobs on here and it shows #i love every single writer whether you get 2k notes or 90 #you’re literally all equally talented and loved and cherished by me #please keep writing for underrated fandoms ok #you’re making so many people happy #here laur goes again..

[pftones3482]

Listen, I hear y'all and your Touch Averse Autistic Donnie headcanons. But may I take a moment to present you with the option of: Physical Comfort Autistic Donnie, who is very comfortable touching his family and friends and with them touching him? And who uses physical touch as a way to show love without words?

Bc once you start looking for it, he is CONSTANTLY in physical contact with someone, and it's almost always in an affectionate way

#this is just a headcanon and observation obvi yall hc what makes u happy #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello rottmnt #its always just disheartening when all autistic representation is touch averse when thats not how every autistic person is yk? #myself included #leo and mikey can def get away with it more than the others can but donnie really just always is in someone's personal space #i think his aversion would come in times of insanely high stress (like when theyre fighting the krang) #and as soon as he manages to calm down enough he'd be clinging to his brothers #also i think a lot of his 'ew hugs' moments are just the typical 'ew my family is hugging me' phase that a lot of teenagers go through lol #6 of these screenshots he actively initiated the touch or equally participated in it too #also also love the idea of a fic where Donnie is nonverbal one day and just uses touch to make sure everyone knows hes ok

[a-lonely-dunedain]

52, Tossdir :3

52. Fake death/presumed dead

oh hehehhee...... want something horribly angsty? how about that one time Tossdir kinda sorta died for a minute after the Tur-Morva rescue!

Tossdir wasn’t really sure where he was. He stood in a mostly black space, empty, and a little cold. He was dimly aware that he was in pain, but he couldn’t tell where, it was just dull like everything else. He thought he heard someone shouting earlier, but he can’t remember why they were, it felt like so long ago. What was he doing before he came to this place? Maybe there was a battle of some kind, but he wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he felt very tired.

He suddenly becomes aware of a familiar presence standing before him, he looks up

“Meneldir…?”

His brother seemed more surprised than he was, “Tossdir?” but Meneldir’s shock quickly fell away into a look of sheer horror that Tossdir couldn’t understand the reason for “No… no no no, you shouldn’t be here! Not now, not this soon-”

“What are you talking about? Is that really you-” he took a step towards Meneldir

“Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Meneldir shouted, taking a step back from him. Tossdir froze, a terribly familiar pain seizing his heart at the words. After all this time, Meneldir still pushes him away.

“...Mennie?” is all he could manage to say for a moment, between the hurt and confusion “I… I missed you”

“I missed you too,” Meneldir attempted to give a comforting smile, despite the panic in his voice and the tears welling in his eyes “but please, you… you cannot stay here. You have to leave, right now.”

“What... is happening? Why do you still push me away?” He tried to take another step forward.

“Stop!” Meneldir shouted again, “I’m sorry, but if you stay here you’ll die,” tears ran down Meneldir’s face, but the desperation and sorrow in his voice did nothing to dissuade Tossdir “you have to turn back, your friends still need you.”

“I still need you!” he didn’t understand why Meneldir seemed to think he was in danger here, and honestly he didn’t care to. The sight of his brother here tore open the wound in his heart all over again, and he could not willingly leave now no matter what he said. “Meneldir, please, don’t- don’t do this again!” from behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him back, but he instinctively fought against it. 

“It isn’t your time yet, don’t fight them” Tossdir felt another hand on his other arm pulling him back, he heard a familiar voice beckoning him, but he couldn’t hear what she said.

“Don’t leave me again!” he pleads through blinding tears. Even if he can’t stay here he has to get to Meneldir, he has to at least hug him one last time, but still he is pulled back, too weak to struggle any more. 

“I’m sorry Tossdir, I will find you again,” Meneldir quietly promised “I love you, always remember that”

"No, wait-!" Tossdir lost his footing, fell back, and knew nothing more.

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Meneldir is gone. Thick darkness still surrounds him, but this time he lays on his back, all too aware of the pain he’s in, of the lash wounds he is now laying on and the numerous searing cuts left by Falcon blades. His head is spinning, hot tears cling to his face and his chest aches terribly.

“He’s breathing again,” a weary voice above him says, it might be Saeradan “I think the worst is over.”

“Thank the Valar…” Another voice, Ethedis he thinks. He feels a hand clasped tightly around his own. “please, just stay with us this time…” She sounds different, her voice is weak now, thin like paper. He tries to ask if she’s hurt, but all he manages is a pained groan. A cool hand brushes the sweat and tears from his face, all he can do is lean into the touch “You're alright, Toss,” she says “just rest now.”

There is no fight left in him, so he simply does as she asks. His senses and thoughts blur into one another and fade, sleep finally takes him.

#every time I put Tossdir in the plinko I am unfortunately reminded that at least one of his loved ones will be having an equally bad time #usually more than one. I don't know how many grey hairs he's responsible for but it's probably a lot #Ethedis should also have a nap #but noooo she has to go to Rohan now #anyway this is perhaps one of the tropes ever for me #idk if it has a name but it's the 'character almost dies and sees a loved one on The Other SideTM who has to beg them to wake up' #idk if I did it proper justice here but I need practice #writing dialog my beloathed #lotro #Meneldir #lotro fic #lotro oc #Tossdir #Ethedis

[bellamyblakru]

bro the way merlin’s go-to way to show the people he loves how magic can be beautiful is with fire manipulation,,, im unwell.

#ashley rambles #merlin #bbc merlin #first with freya and the candles #and then arthur with the dragon #both times it ended with death. like how could this kid not associate showing magic equaling dying in his arms. every fucking time he felt #safe enough to show this side they ALL DIE. WILL. HIS DAD. LANCELOT. FREYA. LANCE AGAIN. ARTHUR. THAT ONE DRUID LADY THAT WAS CHILL #also not to mention how ironic it is that fire was his choice when thats the very thing he was taught to fear. everyone he loved also burned #in situations he no doubt blamed himself for. like will died saving arthur and merlin couldnt save him with magic bc of said prince #merlin could only watch as freya died in his arms sobbing that she felt so loved #lance died for him so he didnt sacrifice himself. merlin was more important than anything to lance and he proved it. merlin watched helpless #as lance decided to take his own life and he was powerless to stop him. to tell him goodbye. to tell him he needed him around #i made a post long ago where i said it was ironic fics make merlin afraid of the pyre when he was one of the few not burned in the end #AND ARTHUR. god. a dragon made of flame?? are you kidding?? can u be more symbolic pls. two of them shown in one simple effortless move #fire was probably a comfort to merlin. its real tangible proof of something being created out of nothing. #it burns and it destroys but it also provides a light in the dark. warmth in the cold. #just like magic. just like him. he can hurt others and himself but he also is such a brilliant light to the world. he is sunshine #and butterflies but he is also the storm needed to understand just how lovely the good is #why am i talking bye

[hijackalx]

a fic based on astarion’s years in college where the reader is his roommate and hes an arrogant prick and a horrible student who parties too much and is a bad influence on them and they become fwb and they fuck so so nasty on the reg and

#i love cranky old man astarion and asshole young man astarion equally i have two hands for a reason #really surprised i havent seen this yet this kind of fic is PREVALENT in like every other fandom ive been in #me writing this out like i dont already have twenty thousand WIPs that are all beating me with sticks and calling me names #astarion #bg3

[s0fter-sin]

finally figured out the reason it’s been difficult to get back into reading books after reading fic for so long is so many fantasy books are just self inserts and the mc has no personality beyond the bare minimum

#i dont want to imagine myself in the characters place #i didnt just spend 30 bucks for you to give me a long form imagine #i can do that by myself #i dont want a blank shell i want a character #like you read fics and they feel completely different depending on whos pov youre reading from #i think its why sp is still my favourite series despite it being ya #val is arrogant and selfish and she fucks up and doesnt get the boy she wants #her relationships constantly fail and theyre not the main point the plot always is #she has so many flaws and that helps serve the narrative #shes a character and im reading her experiencing things #not me vicariously experiencing things with the blandest possible reactions so i can pretend theyre my reactions #damn near every fantasy goes the same way #im new to this world/my powers and i need help/cant control them and the mysterious boy everyone tells me to stay away from and is super #mean to me has begrudgingly decided/is forced to help me and i discover hes only mean bc of tragic thing and he opens up to me #and the powers/world are never the point except that im secretly royalty and/or the chosen one that will end this war/battle without #really doing much #and i learn to master my powers by believing in myself and my emotions bc its 2023 and fem characters still have to fall into this trope #i want an interesting mc that drives the plot and is equal to the love interest #or better yet the love interest is so far in the background its only brought up in book 4 #lay some ground work for fucks sake theres no time limit this isnt a movie #heres hoping the bunch i bought the other day do that and get me back into it #or ill just re read the same four series ive been reading since i was 12 #and stick to fic as my main source of entertainment #it hasnt let me down so far #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt

[isekyaaa]

Kinda like the junk thing about stories about yandere and other characters that are generally charismatic but insane is that like... the stories usually go the same way. It's either that the other character are clueless or that the mc is hyperaware and tries avoiding them from the very start. But I mean I suppose that's how it's supoosed to go with horror/dark romance.

I kinda just want to read a story where the mc has an insanely high eq, but low sense of danger. They can tell there's something off about this dude. The mc has never met a serial killer before, but this charismatic dude everyone likes gives off massive serial killer vibes. But at the same time, the city they live is otherwise rather peaceful. There's nothing really happening at the uni in which they attend. So while they're receiving these vibes, they have nothing to base it off of.

While they don't seek this guy out, they don't avoid him either. He randomly got pulled into their friend group, so the mc sees him often enough. They don't act on guard, but they don't act overly friendly either. Honestly they don't even tip off the yandere's warning signals at all. They're practically an NPC in his life. He could really care less about them.

That is until he begins noticing little things here and there. The girl that had been ruthlessly pursuing him oddly gave up on him out of the blue. The classmate that'd consistently butter him up to copy off of his homework started bothering other people instead. Before he even realized it, people started treating him like a human being instead of putting him on a pedestal. He was losing his control over the group and he had no clue why.

It takes longer than he'd like to admit, but eventually he zeroes in on the mc. The mc is the only outlier in this equation. They're the only one that didn't become obsessed with him, either in infatuation or hate. Really, he should've realized it earlier. You were known as the older sibling of the group, after all. Everyone came to you when they needed to vent. And at the same time, you never treated him as something more. You never obsessed over him, not in infatuation and not in hate. Really, if anything, when you two were in the same room, you treated him as nothing more than an NP–

Hmm...

And then the obsession begins to start, on his part at least. For the first time, he begins to interact with the mc. He begins to pay attention to them. He begins to see them. And he is hooked. And the mc doesn't disappoint. With enough eq for days, they evade him with ease. They slip between his claws. They practically dance circles around him. And it only makes him want to capture them. To confine them. To swallow them whole. And the mc isnt an idiot. They know what he's doing as much as he knows what they're doing. They're not afraid either. They know the yandere. They know how low he's willing to go to get what he wants. They know him.

After going about it a bit, the yandere becomes shocked at the amount of control the mc has over this game of theirs. Because they know him so well, they've set the rules, the allowances, the limits. They did it without even trying. Even when he tries to catch them by surprise, the mc's handles it in stride. Even when he tries to play dirty, the mc doesn't bat an eye. The mc knows him. They know him so very well. He cant win this game no matter how hard he tries.

So he realizes he needs to change tactics.

He'll learn the mc so well he can exploit them as masterfully as they do him.

And the game continues.

#story ideas #this sounds so fun haha #i tend to like more equality in relationships #and especially in this case if i did write it a romance like... #i like romances where people know exactly what they're falling in love with #in this case both mc and the yandere have a high level of respect for each other #mc knows what yandere is capable of but they accept it #being a fan of yanderes it's kinda implied the kind of content i don't mind reading but like.... #the idea of consent in a yandere pursuit is interesting to me #like i said #mc has an insanely high eq so they know what yandere is capable of and how he works #and yet they still willingly play the game #there's no fear in this story #there's no terror #there's no horror #it's the thrill of the chase haha #also i say 'mc' here but the more i started writing this whole idea out the more i realized that the yandere would be the mc #it just makes more sense this fic would be from his perspective #unless i just switched POVs every chapter haha

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

monoma for character bingo!

[ID: a 25 square bingo card entitled “character opinion bingo”. “Template by @ paintpanic” is written in the lower right corner.

The squares read: 1) “they are soooooo cool looking” 2) “everyone but me is wrong about them <3” 3) “wasted potential” 4) “if they were real I would be afraid of them” 5) “if they were real I would marry them” 6) “they’re like a blorbo to me” 7) they’re deeper than they seem” 8) “not as deep as they seem” 9) “I like them enough to project my own issues onto them” 10) “they get done DIRTY by the fans” 11) “didn’t get enough screentime” 12) “I want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog” 13) “free space” 14) “nothing I like about them is technically canon” 15) wow! They are a horrible person” 16) I don’t really have much to say about them” 17) “why do they look like that” 18) “I’m mentally ill about them” 19) “they work better as part of a dynamic” 20) “wow… they are LITERALLY me!” 21) “they got too much screen time” 22) “I forgot this character existed” 23) “I actively dislike them sorry” 24) “why was this character in the work at all” and 25) “they’ve never done anything wrong in their life <33.

“They’re like a blorbo to me” “they’re deeper than they seem” “they get done DIRTY by the fans” “didnt get enough screen time” “I want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog” “free space” and “they’ve never done anything wrong in their life <33” are highlighted in yellow. End ID]

Monoma!!! I love him!!! Heavy on the “they get done DIRTY by the fans” bc even though some people seem to be warming up to him a little recently, I haven’t forgotten how awfully everyone treated him before this!! He is definitely more complex than the fans give him credit for, and I hate when people reduce him down to just “I hate class 1a and will do anything in my power to make sure they are inconvenienced at any possible turn” or worse, pretend he’s a bigot and a bully for no goddamn reason (because he was rude to bakugou at the sports festival :/)! Respectfully, if you do that I don’t like you <3 Anyways I’m glad some people are warming up to him now but respectfully I will not forget how y’all treated him <3 thin ice <3 anyways stan monoma :)

#he just loves his class and wants them to get some attention too since they’re supposedly equals to class a like goddamn #could he stand to dial it back a notch towards the beginning? yeah but he hasn’t been through what class a’s been through #so he can’t fully understand + since he’s not in class a he CAN see the extra attention that’s paid to them #it’s not class a’s fault but they DO get a lot more attention than class b (even if at least some is unwanted) #monoma literally just wants better for his classmates since their talent doesn’t get acknowledged #monoma neito #bnha #yeah I’ll put this in the main tag idc!! #I’m a monoma defender until the bitter end #every time someone writes a fic where he bullies people from class a and bakugou is the one to stand up for them #i double down on the “monoma has done nothing wrong ever in his life btw #thank you for sending this btw I love talking about characters and didn’t actually think I’d get any asks so this was a pleasant surprise 🥰

[bylertruther]

After Vecna's curse is unleashed onto Hawkins, the town has been placed under government lockdown as the contagion continues to spread. Everyone’s been forced to the margins as they try to pick up the pieces. Maybe it's the swirling spores in the atmosphere or the grief that seems to linger everywhere, but it feels like everyone's haunted by something. Everyone except Mike, that is. He's the heart, right? He's keeping it together. He's the only one acting normal.

#byler #fic #no words for this fic except you need to read it right now or i'll blow this entire planet up idc . #actually no i have to gush. this fic is god tier it's s tier it has such funny and sweet and thrilling moments the characterization for #EVERYONE is top tier every relationship whether platonic romantic or familial shines and feels equally as important to the plot and GOD #their mike is so fantastic guy of all time skrunkly of all time i jus. #AND THIS HAS THE BEST VECNA TRANCE I'VE EVER READ. GENUINELY UNSETTLING AND DIFFERENT AND REAL. GOD #and the author is so funny and kind and Cool and i just. #and the latest update? jesus fucking christ on a goddamn cracker are you fucking kidding me. #god tier fic i love it so much i want to tattoo it on my eyelids so i can see it all the time real shit

[rinarchive52]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism Rating: Explicit Relationships: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay/Park Hyung Suk | Daniel Characters: Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Park Jong Gun (he’s there for like 3 paragraphs) Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Top Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Bottom Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, PEstablished Relationship, Body Image, Pet Names, Body Worship, Making Out, we're not being vulgar in this one bbs, Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage

Summary:

park hyungseok’s guide to getting laid: step one: gain some healthy weight step two: let your boyfriend poke your belly step three: burn calories together ;)

#lookism #lookism fic #janiel #jaeseok #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #daniel park #park hyungseok #jay is a romantic in every fic i write of him smut is no different #he's so boyfriend material #husbando diluc energy #wait #diluc!jay #YO diluc!jay is a concept #anyway i forgor to post this on tumblr rip #so here new shinokeis fic drop #i'm just obsessed with the idea of daniel with stretch marks #and jay being equally obsessed with them #mainly bc i have some stretch marks mainly around my thighs and my mom always says they're ugly #so call this my indirect self love agenda ig #also daniel is always crying during sex like damn. i thought jay was the crier

[lord-squiggletits]

You know, I’d really like to see more MegOP fics (particularly IDW specific ones) that acknowledge that Megatron has hurt Optimus and should apologize to him. It feels like all the MOP fics I’ve read (before I stopped reading them because I didn’t like/wasn’t interested in anything) make it out as if Optimus is the only one who’s done wrong or misunderstood Megatron and it bothers me. :/

Like especially if you look at IDW specifically, there have been at least two occasions where Megatron did things specifically to hurt Optimus (Damus -> Tarn, Chaos Theory), not to mention how the entire war itself has led Optimus to be so depressed he has suicidal ideation. But out of all the MOP fics I’ve read, I can pretty much only count on one hand the number of fics that actually treated Optimus like he had legitimate grievances and Megatron was unequivocally wrong for treating him a certain way (or just acting like an asshole in general).

#squiggposting #feels like the majority of MOP fics i read have OP basically going #'i'm sorry megs i'm a stupid idiot for not seeing your side sooner' #'and also i'm a silly goodie two shoes for thinking organics shouldn't be exploited for a war that has nothing to do with you' #'i was wrong about everything and you were right i'm so sorry megs can i suck your dick now' #'i have no inner turmoil whatsoever and my depression over being made into a war machine has nothing to do with you' #and then M is just like constantly being a bitch to OP yet OP somehow still falls in love with him or fucks him #like no i don't expect every fanfic to be a cinematic masterpiece discussing the ethics of war and sentience but like #i would appreciate it if i could read more MOP fics that were written as if both M and OP are equally interesting #and not ones that feel like M is the fleshed out one while OP is a pale shade of himself #and seemingly exists mostly to be shipped with M #negativity #might delete later idk

[hcuyk]

just brainstromed more thoughts and. oh my god. what a fucking RIDE this fic will be

#will the smut be smutting? #.....anyway #but for once instead of plotting for part one #i thought abt part two AND OH WOW I THINK I FIGURED OUT THE ENDING #HELL YEAH #i think this shit may be painful #thats the goal 🫣 #i genuinely do think this fic will be a mix of fluff smut and angst all at an equal level #all are going to be So Strong #buckle up y'all #(yall as in my moots and one other person idfk) #im also realizing this fic may not suit haechan As Well as it would jaemin but honestly it doesnt matter too much anyway bc we love hyuck #hyunjae my beloved :( #im hope im not overhyping too much :( right now its looking like itll top kidult by a landslide #but only time will tell #topping in a sense of execution and emotions #lord knows im never reaching that popularity every AGAIN

[reiderwriter]

Isn't She Pretty, Daddy?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher f!Reader

Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.

Warnings: the birds and the bees as explained by a kindergardener. Some angst about being a single parent.

A/N: Here's another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Challenge! Dad Spencer has my heart, and I've been in a really fluff forward mood this weekend, evidently! I think I have one more Kid Fic left to go before the end of the challenge, but we'll see what the will of the fanfiction gods is...

Masterlist

If you were to be asked what the hardest part of being a teacher was, you would, without question or even a second to think, have an answer. Parents. The worst part of teaching is talking to parents. 

Little kids were easy to talk to. They asked questions if they didn't understand things clearly, and they didn't typically say things they didn't mean. Adults were the opposite, and it just so happened that all of your kids' parents were adults. 

Including your most recent problem  child. 

You were used to the kids in your class having some behavior issues - for one, they were kids, it was to be expected that their little bodies couldn't quite handle all of the emotions they were feeling at once. But you were doubly struck by your school area being close to Quantico, meaning half the kids in your care had families with law enforcement backgrounds. 

Absent parents plus growing bodies plus normal kid stress equalled attachment issues, and your problem child Harper Reid was one of your more worrying cases. 

You really hoped everything was okay in the Reid household, so you'd called the little girls parents. She was lovely - honest to god - one of the sweetest little kids you'd ever met. 

Every day she came to school with some older kids and their mom, carpooling on the way in, so you had yet to meet her parents, but you thought that anyone who could produce something that sweet and cute and brilliant couldn't possibly be a bad person. 

You didn't know what to expect, so when her little pigtails peaked around the corner and she came running in, you were momentarily filled with anxiety. 

“MOMMY!” The little girl yelled, launching herself into your arms as soon as she spotted you behind your desk. 

“Hi, Harper! Hi, you must be, Mr. Reid-”

“Doctor, actually, um, but that doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry about this, Harper doesn't usually tackle people.” 

The 3ft tall ball of energy had managed to crawl into your lap and wrap her arms around your neck, so you had to pick her up when you stood to greet her dad. 

“Will your wife be joining us for the meeting today?” You asked, already used to Harper's hugs and general closeness. 

“Oh, no. No, she's not coming. She, uh, doesn't exist. Single father.” 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume, it's just not on my files-” 

“It's okay, it's a …bit complicated.” 

You took your seat at the desk and gestured to the man to do the same. Finally, looking at him for the first time now that some of your anxiety had died down, you couldn't help but think that Doctor Reid was incredibly attractive. It wasn't one part of his face that stuck out to you as being particularly pretty, just the entire ensemble of it together that took your breath away. Either that of Harper was gripping you so tight she was restricting your ability to breathe, and considering a five year old is not a boa constrictor, this was all dad's fault. 

“So, you said on the phone Harper's been having some problems at school?” 

You snapped your attention back to the issue at hand, searching for the relevant files and pictures you wanted to show the man. Harper turned herself around in your lap and looped her arms around your arm, pulling it in close to use as a pillow. 

“Isn't Miss Y/N so pretty, Daddy?” You froze and flushed in an instant, suddenly so aware of the man's eyes on you. You weren't sure if you were thankful or even more embarrassed that Harper's dad seemed to be even more flushed than you. 

“Daddy? Isn't she pretty?” Harper insisted, and you realized that you both weren't going to get out of this without him answering. 

“Yes, angel. Miss Y/N is very pretty.” The little girl smiled in triumph and nuzzled into your arm even more, happily curled up into your lap like a cat. 

“Hey, Harper. We got a new puzzle delivered yesterday. It's got My Melody and Cinnamaroll on it. They're your favorites, right?” 

The little girl nodded in glee, eyes shining as she hung on your every word. 

“How about you go over to the play area and get it started, and then me and your daddy will come over and help you finish it?” 

In a flash, she'd hopped up out of your lap and wriggled away, shouting a quick “You promised, right?” behind her as she went. 

“I'm so sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her, she's usually very shy and-”

“Doctor Reid, it's fine. That's just why I called you in today. Teachers and parents are a team, right, we work together to make sure the kids grow up well, you don't need to apologize to me for that.” 

The man seemed to take a deep breath and nod, to regain his wits about him for a second. 

“Is she… this attached in her regular classes?” 

“Well honestly, she was a bit like that at the beginning of the semester, but she grew out of it after a while. In the last week or so, she fell back into it, and now she's calling me ‘Mommy,’ too. I was wondering if anything happened recently at home that could've led her in this direction, or…”

The man looked a little bashful, but there was a twinge of sadness in his expression that you recognised all too well. 

“Harper, uh, doesn't have a Mom. I adopted her, and it's a long story, but... She's been asking me to get her one recently, because she doesn't really understand all that well? I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do something like this. I should've done a better job at home-” 

“Doctor Reid, raising a child is hard. It's so hard that humans usually do it in communities, or at least in couples. You're doing it alone, and Harper is already one of the smartest and most empathetic little girls I know. You're doing your job as Dad just fine.” 

The man smiled at you and looked down, quickly wiping away a tear as you gave him a moment of privacy. 

“So. If nothing at home set Harper off, we should probably go and ask her why she's calling me mommy, right?” 

You stood, and he stood with you, leaving his satchel next to his chair and unbuttoning his jacket. 

“Great. Sure, let's go see.”

Walking to the back of the room, you both smiled quietly, looking at the small girl. The 100 piece puzzle you'd guided her to was neatly arranged on the desk, pieces split into edges and centre pieces as she slowly looked at each one with a quietly focused face. Each time she found the piece she was looking for, her smile was bright as she connected it to the small part she was working on. 

“Mommy! Daddy! I can't find the melody's face, can you help me?” 

“Sure, Harper, we'll help you.” You moved to sit beside her at the tiny desks, giggling when the older Reid on Harper's other side struggled to fit himself in the toddler sized chairs. 

Harper assigned you roles, and you all started quietly doing your jobs, waiting for Harper to focus again so you could ask her questions without agitating her. 

“Harper, can you tell your Daddy why you call me Mommy?” 

“Sure! You're Mommy because I want you to marry with Daddy.” 

If you weren't already still flushed from her earlier comments, you certainly were lightheaded with embarrassment now. 

“Harper, that's not how it works-” 

“Yes, it is, Daddy! Henry said so. He said his mommy and daddy were sad one day, but then they were together again and they had a big party called a wedding and now they're happy, and that's why we have Michael.” You didn't quite follow from all the names and the story events, but it was evident that Reid did, so you waited quietly for his explanation. 

“My friend. Her son was at her wedding a few years back. They have another son who is a couple years older than Harper, they come to school together?” 

Your mouth made a small ‘o’ as you slowly filled in the blanks. 

“Harper, you want daddy to have a wedding so he isn't sad anymore?” 

The little girl gave a big nod and a smile, like she was so happy that she was finally being understood. 

“Miss Y/N should marry daddy because he thinks she's pretty. Henry said that was important for a wedding, your mommy has to look beautiful.” You made eye contact with Doctor Reid awkwardly as she spoke, both of you looking away for fear of seeing the embarrassment on each others faces. 

“And Miss Y/N wants a baby. So I will be Miss Y/N's baby, so everyone can be happy!” Harper's kid logic was a little hard to find fault with, but you still had to push back a little. 

“Harper, why do you think I want a baby?” 

“Angie asked you, and you said," the girl pouted, almost frustrated woth habing to answer all these silly questions.

"She asked you why you don't have a baby, and you said that you can only have a baby if you're married and that you wanted to have a baby when you were married. So marry my dad, and I'll be your baby!” 

Harper's smile was so happy and content that you really didn't want to spoil her dream just yet. You continued putting the puzzle together for a few minutes in silence, the full picture nearly being complete now. Harper seemed to fidget a little in her seat next to you, pushing closer and closer to you before tugging on your sleeve. 

You leaned down and she whispered in your ear - though you didn't doubt that her dad heard every word. 

“If you really want, I'm sure we can get another baby like Henry got Michael. I'll ask my dad, but I think it's allowed.” 

The poor man on the other side of the desk had to cover his face with his hands to stop the blush from showing, devolving to just straight up resting his head on the desk when his daughter kept going. 

“A boy is okay, but my dad doesn't really know about boy stuff. Uncle Derek says that my daddy is just a pretty boy with a book brain. We should get another girl, so daddy can be not worry.” 

The more you listened to Harper's adorable family plan, the more you just wanted to squeeze her tight and say yes and give her everything she wanted. 

“Miss Y/N, once again, I'm so sorry for everything, I'll talk with Harper at home about this.” 

“It's okay, I actually find it all very sweet,” you laughed a little and smiled back at him. 

“No, I'm sure your boyfriend would be so uncomfortable if he knew that she was trying to marry you off-” 

“Doctor Reid, are you trying to ask me if I'm single?” 

The small grin that quirked his lips up was nothing if not unfair. He really was a very pretty boy. 

“It was that obvious?” 

“Yep.” You made sure the ‘p’ popped a lot as you both shared a small laugh. Harper looked up between you and smiled, too. 

“So, can you get married now? Henry said you can do it really quickly, like in Grandpa Rossi's garden, and then you can go and do the secret part at home while Auntie Penny looks after me.” 

“Secret part?” 

“To make the other baby, silly!” 

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

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